... i don't know . you surely make it very clear how badly you want me gone .
[ he muttered , a bit embarrassed now . ]
it's hard to picture you ever working on the robots at all . getting your hands and clothes stained with grease , having to be careful with those gigantic -
it's charming that you think i care about you that much. you seriously think i'd do such a thing?
[ meanwhile, his voice is fairly monotone, unimpressed by the boy's claims. ]
i told you already- i don't work on the robots anymore.
bored enough to try to eat me alive ?
[ he's not believing this explanation . there was something seriously wrong with those robots . ]
you ... didn't program them to do that , right ? to try to kill me ?
[ there's genuine concern in his tone . had william gotten that sick -
honestly , the training tapes made this job seem way more interesting than it actually is .
[ and less deadly , too . which brings him to his next point , ]
but their movements don't make sense . why do they come to /me/ ? it's like .. they're angry .
maybe if you didn't sleep on the job.. or paid attention to the training tapes.
[ poor scott. he put such effort into making those. ]
to save on maintenance costs. don't want them locking up overnight and not being able to perform the next day.
accidents are bound to happen here .
i'm just lucky i haven't gotten eaten by one of your animatronics yet .
[ he looks uneasy for a moment . ]
.. seriously , /why/ do they even move at night ?
you expect me to be lax?
[ the man looks away and sighs with his eyes, before his expression firms once more. ]
.. that is precisely how accidents happen.
what do you expect ? you hire the least sane people in town , and you run this shit like the navy .
you gotta learn to relax a little . go spend time with your wife or something .
[ an eye roll . ]
what's money good for if you waste your days away in an office ?
[ a pause . the more he dwells on william's life , the more depressing it seems . ]
you're .. here all the time . i haven't even seen you take any days off for a vacation or something .
that's just a fancy way of saying what i just said .
[ he raises a brow . ]
and why would i want to run a company ? to end up as miserable as you are ?
i /progressed/ onto a managerial role as the CEO of a successful company, with robotics as its foundation.
[ he clarifies. ]
i don't have time to do the menial tasks, hence.. i employ you lot. it's called delegation.
.. you know nothing about running a company. it shows.
hm .. you gave up robotics for an office job ?
you're not beating the 70 years old allegations .
[ he teases , chuckling to himself . ]
why don't you just keep building more animatronics ? these could definitely use a break .
i suppose i can come out of robotics retirement, given the desperation of the situation..
[ still maintaining the reality that he wants tyler gone. naturally. that'd never change. ]
[ he definitely felt that shift in the air , where the tension once was . now it got replaced by an uncharacteristic softness , and it made tyler's heart beat faster . ]
... you sure you want that ?
i mean , who else is gonna fix your robots as good and fast as i can ?
.. well now you have me curious.
[ comes another genuine statement, his tone softening. there must be something in the air today- that, or someone slipped something into his water. ]
i would give you a reference.. you know, to get you out of my hair once and for all.
[ that brings a soft smile to tyler's face , knowing that was a compliment hidden as a simple question . he's been working for william for long enough to know him well . ]
it's .. a bit hard to find a proper job with a background like mine .
you don't even ask for one , so ..-
and you haven't thought about going into a more.. specialised career?
[ again, another compliment, but a thinly-veiled one. again, he'd never be so forthcoming with his praise. ]
[ tyler rubs his face as the question seems to overwhelm him with memories , letting out a small sigh through his nose before quickly pulling himself out of it . ]
i don't have the money for it.
all of my savings went into this arm . i'm wearing about thirty thousand dollars.
on second thought, probably a bad idea.. i've seen how you act in the workplace- i'd hate to see what you act like off the clock.
[ surprised, william raises an eyebrow. the shock almost shows in his face, too- /almost/. ]
have you not.. thought about making a replacement?