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“ANNNNND I’LL TELL YOU MORE: HE’S BUBBLE MAN’S COUSIN!”

“So you’re telling me a shrimp fried this rice?”

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goodoldstrength​:

“You know, I think you underestimate my ability to learn skills on the fly. Anyone else learning would have died I’m guessing.”

“You are very powerful, really, we all saw you taking on all those Roboenza infected robots without taking a single break from the fight. But please, don't just go about doing things so recklessly, you could have very well died!"

“I’m not even saying this because I don’t want Wily killing me or something, I really thought you had just obliterated yourself getting in this desert!��

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goodoldstrength​:

“You either tell me what you did or your legs are going off.”

“O-Okay! You see, you were so pissed off that I managed to outmanoeuvred you that you, “insisted”, I showed you how to do it by letting you copy my power.”

“I tried to warn you messing with the Cyberspace wasn’t for beginners, that you’d be better off testing the waters first, not like, trying to teleport to the other side of the city on first try!”

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“I did say I wasn’t very good doing that trick, so yeahhhh- sorry about that!”

“Yo, so. I was like asleep in the desert for like a year? The hell was I doing?”

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“Annnddd look who just came back, just in time!”

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Saying this wasn’t a great day was to lie, a lot. The reason of such a encounter (what kind of owner of a restaurant would just let their kids have a party in the rival’s, right?) was nothing sort of good; a charity event was being held in down and all restaurants were invited, among them, the eternal Freddy’s rival: Candy’s.

All that in mind, the dark blue mascot had been wandering around the main area of the event (something that was happening just to rub on Freddy’s the fact Candy’s robots could freeroam) and ended finding himself being eyed by a little girl right after he helped a kid with his party hat.

“He-Hello!”

The greeting was answered with added effect, one in hopes of sounding more friendly to the small one. It was easy to see him as a Freddy’s creation, really.

“I’m Candy, Candy the cat! What’s your name, little one?”

Tone akin of a grandpa, he knelled down, even at a distance, to better hear her answer.

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Large green eyes land on the animatronic in front of you / your eyes widening in fascination written all over your face. ( Your father never told you about this one ) it only makes you wonder how many more he’s made ( and why you’re not allowed to visit them….)

“Hello…?”

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justasecurityguard

She seemed relieved that he wasn’t going to stuff her into a suit.. At least for now. She had heard the horror stories of this place but had chalked it up to rumors. Boy had that been a mistake. “Oh uh.. Sure I don’t mind.” She glanced at the entrances nervously. “Will they try to attack while you’re here?” She asked.

To that a (somewhat-of-a) disregarding tilt of head was one of the two answers;

“I won’t worry much, even if I haven’t heard a single word out of them, they still have some politeness; I’ve never seen two of them in this room at the same time!”

Worries dismissed...for now. With that out of the way, however;

“With that sorted out, I first wanted to ask, well, where I am? I know this is a...Freddy’s Place? But what is this actually, I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to be here if you ask me.”

That assumption was wrong, but he didn’t know that yet.

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fazfright

*     old  timers     /     doctaskull     :

   it  shouldn't  be  able  to  feel  dejection  ,  or  the  void  feeling  that  came  with  knowing  this  is  it  ,  this  is  your  reality  now  ,  and  yet  it  does  ───  and  the  springsuit  shudders  with  it  ,  or  spasms  from  a  misdirected  current  of  electricity  ,  who  could  be  certain ?     (     those  things  from  the  old  freddy's  location  ,  they  always  did  seem  a  little  too  lifelike  ,  huh ?     )

   ❝     n─nnngh  ,     ❞     the  springsuit  ,  slouched  too  far  over  in  a  corner  ,  stutters  .  its  voice  box  too  clogged  by  dust  and  muck  .  but  it  still  turns  an  eye  to  watch  the  machine  left  to  the  floor  ,  with  what  could  be  curiosity  ,  or  a  steadily  building  apathy  ─ ──  mainly  confusion  .  this  wasn't  the  first  time  it  had  been  in  storage  with  another  ,  but  its  memory  fails  to  recall  a  cat  among  fredbear's  mascots  .

   ❝     nn─n─n─no  ,     ❞     it  finally  wheezes  out  ,  slumping  further  forward  ,  over  its  knees  .     ❝     ii'hm──  i'm  n─not──  s'pposed  t’be  here   .   .   .     ❞     right ?

“NEITHER of us should be!”

As abrupt as the (long-ago-it-was) yellow rabbit slumping himself forwards, it was the cat’s snapping it’s neck into facing the other (it threating to break themselves) and the aggressive change of tone - as if an insult was throw in the room.

“Those...those bastards! After everything we’ve done for them...we are throw away like scrap!”

He protested, his rusted jaw opening to spill his resentments.

“Ohhhh, what I won’t do to get my hand on their necks! They fear us, I won’t be without any legs otherwise, nor would you be missing parts of yours.”

He somewhat finished his ranting, eyes darting at the faint light that came under the fake wall.

As unexpected as it was, a simple question prompted a entirety different dialogue - one filled with hatred by an animatronic just as betrayed.

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eighteleven

He was surprised to find that his stomach dropped a bit. He’d grown up around animatronics such as this; he didn’t find them as off-putting as most people, and had never really understood the horror stories people wove around them. Sure, he’d participated in passing them on – don’t stay overnight at Freddy’s, something will get you! was an oft-repeated tease at his school when he was younger, until it became true – but he’d never bought them. If there was an issue at Freddy’s ( or Candy’s ), it was with the humans working there. He was certain of it. ( A robot had killed a child, once, and that had been a human’s fault. That had been– )

      “I’m Michael!” Best to greet it with a smile, and not to think of the old restaurant, and what had happened there. “I’m repairing you. You’re in a bit of a state.”

Luckily for him was the fact the cat animatronic was...less than able to notice anything beyond a partially blurred smiling face. At the very least, he could make out most of the words directed at him;

“Oh DeaR! SooorrY for the troubl-e yoUng spoRT. HoPE I ai’Nt much of BOTher.”

He apologised for his current state, even if it wasn’t his fault. Old Candy just felt bad for having to give so much work to the staff; if anything he tried to give them a break at times.

“Just, LeMMMMe sit a biait.”

Said and done; the metallic old-timer slowly made of the (mostly) empty table his seat. Good thing it was a metal table!

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eighteleven

He didn’t need further prompting. He took off running, hearing the thing thudding behind him, feeling it shake the walls, filth and chips of paint falling from the ceiling. Where the fuck could he go?! There were no doors in this place ( there weren’t any in the late-‘80s location, bruh! ), and it would see him going into the office to hide under the desk. The vents? No air in there; he’d suffocate, and then revive, and then suffocate again. No, they weren’t an option. Stay and be caught? He’d ‘live’, but he’d be in pieces. He didn’t know if he could reassemble himself, and he didn’t want to be half a head or two fingers for the rest of eternity. Panic prompted an absurd thought: run to his father, hide behind him; maybe William would be so offended that someone else was trying to kill him that he would intervene. Definitely not an option.

      His time staring at the monitor last night had at least taught him the layout of the place, and years of working night shifts had made it a simple task to translate an overhead view to practical knowledge of how the halls connected to one another. He swerved and sprinted past the arcade machines, stopping only to rip one from its socket and tip it over, hoping that it would slow the robot down.

      “S-stay a-a-a–way! Don’t f–ucking t-touch me!” As he took off again, an observation wormed its way to the front of his brain. That wasn’t a Freddy’s animatronic.

For an animatronic made nearly 70 years ago (at least 10 with it left to roam in the outside), it still was a towering metal beast to not be underestimated; 

“COME BACK HERE YOU FILTHY MOTHERFUCKER!”

He roared in his erratic charge, even among unfamiliar walls, the enraged mechanical quickly started to close the distance with its target. However, if his legs still held enough power to propel him to great speeds, his eyes weren’t of much use; the windowless rooms and his natural inability to see in the dark, all made the obstacle put by the terrified man all the easy to thwart his run-

THUMP

“YOU SON OF A BITCH, I’LL GET YOU!”

-but it was only an temporary seatback, as the dirty white robot already tried to pull himself from the floor (in spite of his lack of hands), precious minutes to the other however, even if he wasn’t dealing with a Freddy’s machine it had a too familiar exploit embed in its systems.

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It was out of the usual to see the old cat in such a state; he was a ancient animatronic, but who never let his mood down and faced each activation with a positivity, as much as he knew his end could come tomorrow. He was a fatherly and, mostly importantly, a figure of hope.

...but today he wasn’t like that:  Ever since he awakened in the underground facility he noticed a odd occurrence, that being, Blank nowhere in view. As he discovered later, his bandmate and friend was deactivated, and no matter how many times he tried to, he couldn’t turn on his brother-in-all-but-name.

It was no wonder he wore a sad expression in his face, one so apparent not even his limited facial structure was able to hide.

While sitting by himself, in a hidden part of the Breaker Room (his dark color have him little worry in disturbing the occupants of it, he was a hard target to see in the darkness) he barely managed to account for the presence of one of the Funtimes; this being of Freddy and Bon-Bon themselves, odd fellows as the old cat himself would say.

As the feline was about to address them, even standing up, his paw was catch by the sole free hand of the white bear. As elation was expressed, and the handpuppet held himself at his shoulder, the realization was quick to come: he was being invited to dance!

The old bot wasn’t built with such activity in mind, fact being that he just didn’t and wasn’t good at dancing...but was there any excuse to not, especially now?

“Oh no no, I don't mind it; being alone gets uneventful very quick!” Was the answer to the bunny’s concerns; if anything he found so much excitement endearing. Oh boy, if it didn’t remind him of older days.

“Rocking? Maybe! But waltzing, not so much; not that I’d refuse a dance.”

Came the double answer to the bear, a friendly warning on his own inexperience, even if he accepted the offer.

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Old Candy and Funtime Freddy dancing. 

His lone hand finds the mechanical paw of the older, withering animatronic. Albeit it was challenging with one hand, he was more than accustom to dancing with Bon-Bon occupying his right arm and you did not necessarily have to be good to dance.  

❛ You looked like you could use a little fun in your activation! ❜ Funtime Freddy cheered in elation. It really did prompt his sorbose to run cold when he witnessed another animatronic so down-hearted and beaten. It was unintelligible just how much the feline had been through but if it was anything like Funtime Freddy’s and Bon-Bon’s endeavours; it was indisputably distressing. To make things easier the robotic bunny opted to climb onto Old Candy’s shoulder, hanging on there and chuckling joyously.

❛ You’ll have to excuse Freddy he gets really excited when we get new company around here!  ❜

❛ I bet you were pretty ROCKING in your golden days, old-timer!  ❜

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“By the heavens above! How many  successors Fredbear has at this point?”

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eighteleven​:

Blank? That was interesting. Had someone left placeholder text in the text-to-speech program? But that– didn’t sound like text-to-speech. As a matter of fact, it sounded like a prerecorded line. A test, then, maybe? But ‘blank’ was such an odd choice! Was it to see how the machine would handle a human voice track? Blank as in boy, as in balloon, as in ball, but why not those words? Why ‘blank’?

      “Hullo!” Animatronics were heavy, and one that was still processing its surroundings and getting a feel for its legs ( so to speak ) was dangerous, so Michael made sure to hug the wall and give it a wide berth. He’d seen people lose eyes to swinging robots, and he didn’t fancy wearing a patch for the rest of his life ( as cool as that may have been for a character like Foxy ). “I’m just running some tests.” Did it have any sort of aural recognition? Would it understand ‘test’ as part of its programming?a

Wonky steps taken forward, feet threatening to give in, the dark blue cat eventually found a table to support himself. God, his EVERYTHING hurt (somehow)...all was blurry and his joints were almost ungodly dry of any lubrication, how long had he been deactivated? 

His audio devices (his ears, in simpler terms) barely registered the man’s words, at best he understood “yellow(?)” and “test”.

“W-Where am I? WHO-ho are yaaa??”

It was evident he was barely getting a hold of himself, just look at his face! By the looks, it has been some time since he last was awaken to say the least.

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It had been some time since the, ever unusual cryptid (as people came to call him; the White Beast), came back to visit where he first appeared at.

A visit ever so unexpected, given the abandoned building was definitely closer to the suburbs; at least enough to compromise such creature’s sneaking inside it.

...but why? Blank wasn’t one to be able to answer that question, the restaurant he now roamed had nothing for him, no spare parts, no batteries, just the dust of heavens-know years and rotten walls.

But more than anything, it made he feel remorse, anger and even sadness. Memories of the old times, when he was beloved by the Burgueria’s customers, when he was treated with dignity, when his brother was still alive-

But before the animatronic could further fall in despair, he heard it, he heard someone break their way into the building. It only meant one thing, and ONE thing only: They found him, and didn’t give up in their search to retrieve the missing bot.

As he made his way, steps heavy and joints never silent, those white-ish dead eyes set upon the man in the main show room-

“You’ll be the final warning for them.”

Words of unknown threat, further aggravated as the mechanical dashed in his victim’s direction.

@doctaskull​ / burnt out husk

Hey, dude, you’ll never believe what we found! Okay, okay, I know it’s not Freddy’s, and we were going for authenticity, but– just one animatronic? I mean, it’s great, don’t get me wrong, but wouldn’t two be better? Haha, I know, right?! Right! So we took a drive over to the old Candy’s place! You remember? I thought, if we could pull one of those out, then people aren’t really gonna know the difference! We’ll, like, touch it up over the weekend maybe, make it look a bit more like Foxy we were thinking. Until then, could you check to see if it still works? Thanks, man! Gotta go!

       It took every scrap of patience he had left not to hurl the phone across the room. No, this wasn’t how this was supposed to go! He’d found him, after all these years he’d finally found him, and it was all he could do just to keep him running in circles night after night while he figured out what to do with him! Adding another animatronic into the mix– with how aggressive his father was– ( what remained of his father– )

       “Damn it!” His foot connected with the wall, and he was glad for the sneakers he’d ordered online, because it kept his toes from caving inwards. He stood there for a moment, fists clenched, mouth pulled back into an ugly, toothless scowl, as rage bubbled in his stomach. What was he going to do?! He needed a plan, he needed time, and the Springtrap was going to activate come twelve ( a reverse pumpkin carriage; the curse that started at the stroke of midnight ). He glanced down the hall, trying to get his temper under control, only to freeze when he saw two white dots staring back at him. Those weren’t the yellow lights, or the silvery-green glare what remained of William shot him from behind the glass. “Oh, you’re joking, you’re joking–”

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“That’s good, for you.”

A very dry reply was handed to the young woman as the withering animatronic came walking in her direction. Blank won’t apologize for a injury he cause on purpose, especially for this kind of people. Besides, it was a light one at that, she just needed to patch it up a bit and be good to go.

“Listen, I know exactly what you came here for: Rowbotics put a bounty on my head, and you thought it would be a easy job to track down some old rag of a electronic and that you’d get a quick buck outta it.”

Not a single word came out without a tone of increased annoyance, no doubt, he has been hunted down many times before.

“Now that you got to see I’m not a need of retrievement, I’ll let you go off the hook this time, and make sure to sent those bastards at Rowbotics this message since they seem to no have got the memo last time: BLANK’S.NOT.COMING.BACK.”

‘ not just a scratch, reverse ‘ ~ Blank "The White Beast" verse

❝︎ honestly— I’m fine. I’ve had worse then this happen before, I swear. I’m alright. ❞︎

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