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Looking down at his own attire for a moment, the man nods a little. "I understand. I've heard the stories, seen the articles." Adjusting the jean coveralls that protected his shirt, he looks back to the wayward fox. "I've even heard the tales, the rumors about you guys."

Pulling a rotted chair across the floor with a soft grating noise, the mechanic takes a seat, a close eye on the cove. "You've introduced yourself, It would be rude of me to not do the same." Giving his little torch a twist, it slides around a little, becoming a small, makeshift lamp, to illuminate the general area, giving both him and the animatronic a better view of each other, and their surroundings. "Everyone calls me Ben, but if you're looking for a name proper, Benjamin D. Elegy."

Gently placing a hand on the mask he wore as a hat, he nods as if to tip it. This reveals it was a mask of Foxy, made of wood. From the toolmarks, it appeared hand carved, not anything that was from the old days of the pizzaria. "Pleased to finally meet you."