Timothy Alfrix, A young twenty-three year old blue eyed dirty blonde that happens to work at a below minimum wage job. That's the basic information you'd need to know about the often pessimistic male. While he will behave nicer around kids, focusing on being sweeter and happier, he was more often than not colder to his fellow workers, thus not making it much of a panic when the below average height fellow just stopped showing up to work alongside his much younger cousin, Fynn Anderson. The only sign of worry was a short lived search party. A young mouse with Holding the name Mo-Mo, however, had the opposite issue. The light beige-ish colored animatronic couldn't care less about Tim vanishing but rather where he was placed. The poor animatronic had only a few hours ago gained consciousness, something she would of been happier without at this point, leaving her with two voice overlapping each other. A sugary sweet one, that of Mo-Mo's programmed voice, and Tim's deeper monotoned one.

"I don't understand!" Mo-Mo squealed, stressed by everything that had been going on during those few hours, not being anywhere near comforted by the just as panicked, though holding his posture much better, male. "Your whining isn't going to get is out of this situation" the voice was quiet, muted by the lack of an actually physically form as well as the fear that the being responsible for this wasn't to far away from the two. Tim was a simple ghost at this point, and Mo-Mo was his vessel, one that holds her own set of thoughts. It felt like some kind of cartoon episode, a dream at that. "W-Why are you inside of me? Why is this happening?!" her light brown eyes scanned the dreary room they rested in, looking over the many bits and pieces of other animatronics decorating the shelves, "Where are we?"

Going off of what he could see, a maintenance or storage room of sorts. Despite having been working here since he was barely rounding nineteen he's never found himself in this room. "Storage I guess." It wasn't confident enough to make either feel comfortable. "How do we get out?" The questions haven't stopped since they first awoke, "I don't know." Tim was slowly paying less mind to her as she continued. His last few minutes of life had felt like nothing, no memories or anything, just an empty blank space in his past life. He knew nothing and hated it. Tim felt weak, defensiveness even, enough so to ignore Mo-Mo standing up, stumbling a bit thanks to her having never walked before, and making it to a barely noticeable door.

This was only their first day intertwined, Time will only bind the spirit and body closer to each other. Merely fusion into one mind rather than two. And all they have to do from this point onward is survive.