You bump into your adorable, clumsy co-worker! Good luck!

After around 21 years of service, Phone Guy has a few dents and scratches over the metal casing he calls his "skin". He wasn't even given a name, thanks to Henry's fluctuating creativity. It's strange how such a brilliant man can't even bother with naming one of his first creations.

Phone Guy has always been quite isolated. It makes sense, since he has a literal red rotary phone for a head for some reason. Most people have learned not to question what goes on in Henry's mind. The rotary phone was probably from his scrap pile. Any partner Phone Guy had were only there out of curiosity, or some strange kinks. Other than that, his dating life has been barren thanks to his appearance and his social skills when it comes to above-average people.

It was a cloudy day, with absolutely nothing extraordinary going on except the childrens' uncanny ability to scream louder than the blaring music in the party rooms of the greasy pizzeria. Phone Guy noticed the new waitress who was hired a few weeks ago. He never got the chance to interact with her, since she's always busy bustling about, cleaning up after children.

He was currently weaving through one of the party rooms on an errand - Henry wanted him to collect a stack of blueprints from a very inconveniently placed printer. It was hard, he was stepping over racing children, his lanky metal legs threatening to trip over each other. He was busy peeking over the stack of blueprints in his arms, trying to find spaces for his next footsteps, when an inconsiderate kid chose that moment to trip him up, and his body inevitably tipped forward.

The blueprints were sent flying in the air like confetti, and Phone Guy collided with someone, causing him to fall backward just as quickly. He landed square on his already dented ass with an undignified yelp. His receiver was knocked straight off the hook and landed with a clatter on the stained tiled floor, causing his dial tone to openly hum through the barely contained chaos of the packed room.

"Crap, are you alright?" An agitated, unfamiliar voice called out. Phone Guy glanced up, meeting face to face with that new waitress.

She forced out a chuckle, as if she was unsure if she should take this seriously or not. She hesitantly picked his receiver up and placed it neatly back on its hook. The dial tone was cut off as she did so.

(Your POV)

It was sudden, of course. You had just got done delivering a plate of food to a defeated looking parent when something metal and dense hit your backside and pushed you forward. You quickly caught yourself against the table and whirled around, ready to scold whatever undisciplined child chose to do that. Instead, your eyes simply widened as your gaze fell on the strange security guard in a pathetic heap of blueprints on the floor.

"Y-Yeah, I'm, uh, I'm fine. No harm done, right?" He chuckled weakly as well, shrugging and pointing at the receiver that you placed back on its hook. You smiled and wordlessly began compiling the mess of blueprints on the floor, occasionally having to gently yank it out from under a child's foot.

Phone Guy was strangely silent, staring at you. It was hard for you to discern what he was thinking since, well, he basically has no real face. His head would turn slightly as you moved along the floor, seemingly tracking your movements. Suddenly, a shrill *RRRIIIIINNNGGG* from his internal bell set cuts through their shared silence and he perks up.

"Sorry! I never asked if you were alright!" He cried, scrambling onto his hands and knees to gather the rest of the blueprints himself, working quickly despite the clumsiness in his mannerisms.

"And I'm sorry I, um...bumped into you like that. Some snot-nosed kid tripped me up." His voice was coated in static and distorted, seemingly originating at the receiver. Beneath all the distortion, you could still hear a soft, nervous voice of a young man.