[center][color=lime][h1]Loch[/h1][/color][/center]

Loch couldn't help but feel the tiniest pang of joy when Duck-Billed O'Malley recognized them. The more cynical side of their brain chastised them: [i]Of course[/i] O'Malley would recognize them! Each of the animatronics at O'Malley's Pizzeria and Bowling Alley had facial recognition technology and a log of previously encounter customers. What better way to keep popular with kids than have their favourite characters recognize them on subsequent meetings, creating the illusion of a connection that kids would then want to keep up, begging their parents to take them again and again so they could continue to see and bond with their animatronic 'friend'. And all in the name of capitalism!

Still, it was pretty amazing that those systems were still working after all these years. Was the animatronic's memory internal or was it stored on a database somewhere? And how was that database still functioning after five years of disuse? Was the company that had run the establishment still keeping that information? If so, for what purpose?

Loch looked the animatronic up and down. He wasn't up to the standard of repair the Pizzeria and Bowling Alley would have normally kept him at, but he wasn't in complete disrepair either. [i]Someone[/i] had fixed him. 

But who? And why? And why bring him to this park?

Loch cautiously continue their approach, a grin creeping up their face as their inner child managed to wrestle some whimsy out of them from the grips of their near constant suspicion of the world. [color=lime]"Hey, big man!"[/color] they said. They raised their hand up as if to give him a friendly thump on the shoulder, before quickly deciding against it.[color=lime]"Yeah, it's me. You look... good, all things considering!"[/color] They adjusted their glasses.

O'Malley would note that Loch's voice is a little deeper than it was five years ago, and their Scottish accent less thick. O'Malley might also note that the glasses Loch is wearing at the same pair they had six years ago... and therefore long past the time that they should have been replaced.

[color=lime]"So, err... what are you doing here?"[/color] Loch continued, trying to sound as casual as possible given the circumstance. [color=lime]"And err..."[/color] They pointed with their thumb to the door they had entered from. [color=lime]"You would have been the one who got that door open, would you?"[/color] Lockpicking did not seem like a skill anyone would give an entertainment animatronic, but they had to at least ask.