#itsshcwtime

[demolitioninevitable]

@itsshcwtime sent: Due to unfortunate circumstances (for them) cue a fox divebombing Michael... poor, poor boy.

"Gah—shit!" Reflexes sharpened from experience, Michael just barely manages to jump backward enough to keep the giant metal fox from falling on top of and potentially crushing him, but he still falls over, hitting his head on the hard floor.

He'd probably be minorly concussed if he were alive, but he barely feels anything in this state. He sits back up and scrambles further backward, creating distance between himself and Funtime Foxy.

"What? Was the first time you killed me not enough?" He snarks, reaching behind him for his taser, but he doesn't take it out, yet. He'd rather not. "Honestly, I didn't even hold it against any of you, but a second time'll do it."

[cxffeeshxp]

( For the heart/anyone is fine :) )

"MY, MY, MY WHAT A LOOKER YOU ARE BUT OF COURSE NOT AS MUCH AS MYSELF THOUGH."

{{ L }} Well isn't this a bit queer. Getting a compliment, backhanded at that, but a flamboyant, robotic, anthro foxy.

"Wow, quite the praise albeit snide, thank you."

[muses0fgracie]

@itsshcwtime sent: (At Millie) "YOU NEVER REALLY SEEM TO LIKE ANY OF THE FUNTIMES, BUT ESPECIALLY ME.. WHY? AM I TOO LOUD?"

A somewhat sad expression forms on Millie's face at the fox's words. Was that really what he thought? It was understandable, given they'd only been acquainted... what, two days and 12 hours? since they'd found him here in the theater, and likely didn't know the full picture.

"It's not that." Millie says as she takes a seat next to the edge of the loft by the animatronic fox. "It's not that I don't like you guys; i-it's the opposite, actually. Funfred and I kinda just... tend to snip at each other a lot, and I'll admit that I can get annoyed by his antics sometimes."

Now, THAT was something she and the fox could at least relate to a bit, hence Millie bringing it up while also providing some context.

"And I don't think you're THAT loud, for the record."

[funbonded]

FUNTIME FOXY 𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙰𝚄𝙳𝙸𝙾 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃 : "AH, THERE'S THE TEDDY BEAR THAT I LIKE TO SEE! IT HAS BEEN AWHILE SINCE WE SAW EACHOTHER."

Ears   press   back   ,   an   expression   not   a   necessity   he   didn't   need   it   to   hear   only   to   exaggerate   his   features   .

[   ⋆   ] ―  ❝    Oh   ho   ho   ,   well   ,   well   ,   well   if   it   isn't   the   𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓   𝐕𝐔𝐋𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄   𝐈𝐍   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄   𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃  / @itsshcwtime  !   ❞    Ironically   he   is   also   screaming   as   he   flails   his   arm   &&   stub   around   .   It   has   been   a   long   while   since   both   of   their   grating   voices   clashed   against   one   another   as   they   do   now   .   Despite   all   his   bluster   Funfred   cares   for   every   member   of   their   troupe   .

❝    &&   You   said   it   not   me   ;   you   like   to   see   me   .   I   know   I'm   a   very   𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢   𝔭𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔞   .   ❞    His   hat   elevates   &&   lowers   back   onto   his   head   as   though   tipping   it   .   The   compliment   isn't   returned   despite   the   joy   he   feels   for   seeing   the   familiar   face   .

[ironroar]

-- {{ Closed starter for @itsshcwtime

Out of all the universes Recovery scouted, out of all that he could've picked for a getaway, a universe with a business needing a mechanic specializing in robots and other related technology was the one he picked.

And Flame, ever the workaholic now, hopped on that opportunity for a mechanic job without hesitation. Would Recovery be happy about that? No. Was Recovery here right now? Also no. No harm in working a little, Flame reasoned. She liked to work. Liked creating and fixing, liked solving issues, liked making things better. She's not panic building! She's just doing something because there's no other options is all.

Did she need the money? Nah. She'd probably donate it to charity or some other good thing to do with the paychecks she gets. Wouldn't be any good in her universe anyway- something something money is not multiversal or whatever. Wasn't a big deal, she was well enough off anyway. Someone else needed it here.

The feline wasn't a huge fan of the uniforms, she thought them to be unneeded. It was stupid to her. But, she'll do what she has to in order to get into a workshop. Anything she has to in order to get into a workshop. ...And said workshop would end up a mess just the same as her own.

Stepping into her new workplace, Flame glanced around. It was odd, honestly. All of it was. How she got down here, the voice from the ceiling, the entire hiring process. Just- everything. One particulate thing- or person? She's not sure yet. She's not sure how advanced the technology of this universe is, but this seemingly highly advanced fox had caught her eye. Has her circling with a curious gaze.

[powered-by-prower]

(i Know we haven't interacted on this blog yet but -) Chester is 7'0

Send Me 🤏 And I Will Compare Our Muse's Heights!

Huh. Finally, someone a bit taller than Tails lol. Of course it'd be an Animatronic, go figure right? :p

[ultimachaos]

Alright y'all, so we will be on @itsshcwtime for afew.. because it's pretty dead around there plus FNAF brainrot is kicking up again...

[muses0fgracie]

@itsshcwtime (cont.)

Coming here so late was a mistake. Though in her defense, how was she to know there'd be another robo-- er, ahem, animatronic in the old theater!? One who, based on how grim things looked for her currently, didn't take kindly to intruders?

His white-and-pinksey colors and his odd design can't help but remind her of someone, however. Maybe this is one of the other 'set' members that they mentioned? But they're not here now; so even if he was one of them, her chances of convincing the fox animatronic to stand down and not attack are slim. So if he makes a move to bite, scratch, or anything else of the sort, then she'll have to run for an exit or she'll be completely at his mercy.

"D-Daring to get closer, for starters." Millie says, usual snark mixed in with a spoonful of anxiety and a dash of fear, reaching into her bag for anything she could use as a weapon; all she had was some scissors. But it wasn't like she had anything else, so they'd do for now.

"L-Like I said, you really don't want to do this-- I have friends who will come after you if you try anything, a-and trust me when I say you don't want to get on their bad side!"

[cxffeeshxp]

"OH, C'MON. DON'T GIVE ME THAT LOOK. I WAS JUST KIDDING!"

{{ L }} "Ugh, so funny noisy. Do you have a damn mute button on you?" Bad enough, he was staking out this damn pizzeria now he had some loud, gayass, animatronic in his ear.

[muses0fgracie]

@itsshcwtime sent: “You amuse me, I think I’ll keep you.” (You know who)

You amuse me, I think I'll keep you | Accepting!

Record scratch. What a comically perfect-time for-tiny little Music Man to slip and fall onto the old record player over there.

Well, that was a sentence she wasn't expecting to hear from anyone, not even any animatronic. Did she hear the fox right? To make sure, she blinks a few times in visible confusion before asking.

"I-I'm sorry-- what?"

[ultimachaos]

You know it's kinda really upsetting when you put effort on a blog but no-one interacts with it... the mun aka me has a Funtime Foxy blog that's barely getting any interaction... I've honestly been thinking of just deleting it if it stays dead, idk --

If anyone's interested: @itsshcwtime

[ultimachaos]

Feeling big brainrot again today so --

@itsshcwtime  Will be on that blog if anyone wants to interact

[cxffeeshxp]

{{ L }} Quite a thing to say about his creator. Guess there was no reason to lie about it either.

Was he even able to lie?

"Friends? So there are more of you, eh?"

"YES, THEY ARE IN FACT!" Beaming with pride and confidence. "WHILE MADE BY A... LETS SAY PSYCHOPATH, I COULDN'T SAY THAT HE WASN'T CONSIDERED TO BE A GENIUS; BECAUSE HE WAS. HE BUILT ME AND MY FRIENDS."

Although he was only programmed to entertain... being a showman, he was capable of thought, feeling. They actually were kinda not knowing that they were aswell? If that even makes sense

[demolitioninevitable]

Michael almost makes a snide comment about how wanting him dead didn't work the first time, or inform him how he doesn't have blood anymore, but he holds his tongue—the last thing he wants is to actually make the other mad.

He... contemplates the request. Accepting would keep the fox happy. Yes, that's the only reason he's honoring this, for his safety—not because their innocent desire makes something feel warm in him after so long of cold, reminds him of something long gone. Definitely not.

"...I... suppose so, yes." Reluctantly, he holds out his arms as an invitation. He feels silly about this, but whatever keeps him in one piece. Keep telling yourself that.

"WELL... AM I ATTACKING YOU RIGHT NOW? I DON'T SEE BLOOD SPILLING ANYWHERE, PLUS IF I WANTED YOU DEAD; YOU'D BE THAT."

This robotic Vulpe rolled their eyes with his optics slightly whirring while they try to shake the on-coming anger off that was Easily seen by the faintly shifting plates of faceplates.

With a sigh, they uncross their arms - finally shaking the anger off.

"...SO DO I GET PERMISSION TO HUG YOU OR NOT? BECAUSE I'M NOT STANDING HERE ALL DAY, I HAVE SHOWS TO PERFORM."

[muses0fgracie]

The hissing sound as faceplates moved a bit when the Fox seemed to get upset does startle Millie a bit, but she doesn't move away like most humans would. Or, well, she does, but it's only for a moment before reaching out a hand... and awkwardly moving it back slightly.

It would be obvious to anyone without the intelligence of a dog that something was up, but Millie wasn't sure if she should ask. As much as she wanted to, there could be a chance it was a sensitive subject. And she didn't want to open up any uncomfortable wounds.

That fades somewhat as the Fox answers her question.

"Damn... well, I guess they're gonna have to deal with it." she acknowledges that that is probably not the best way to word things, let alone how to say it, but if it was something he couldn't control, then that's how it was. At least, in her mind. It'd be like telling a person to not breathe ever again; they couldn't for... obvious reasons.

Regardless, the tone of the words seemed to imply that it was something she related to slightly-- being told off for something she had little control over-- even if it was different. After all, humans don't exactly have mechanical voice boxes without adjustable volumes.

The fox opened his mouth to speak again but closed it in thought; brows furrowing. Honestly he wasn't going to pretend that all the things he is forced through were full of sunshine and rainbows. Like the shocks, they hurt like hell... it was anguish - this underground facility - he couldn't explain it, it's their Hell almost and this robotic Vulpe wanted out.

Chester wanted out...

For a second Chester was tempted to curl in on himself as a hiss sounded with a second of rippling and shifting plates echoing around the Funtime Auditorium... as that's where his stage was and where they were sitting. "I MEAN, I CAN LOWER IT ALITTLE BUT IT'S PROGRAMMED THAT WAY, TO NARRATE - SO I KINDA CAN'T."

[cxffeeshxp]

{{ L }} While not an expert, or even a novice, in robotics, Aiden found himself carely observing the animatronic. Fascinated by all moving layers of metal and servos behind that segmented parts.

Just was the other thinking? Were they capable of thought? Made Aiden wonder if Gaia was capable of thought, both her and the animatronic were both advanced artificial intelligence.

"Glad to meet you too. Your ears and eyes, I assume, serve to portray emotions, right?"

One of this Fox's ears twitched at the name, they're just going to store that info - their facial plates on his face pulsing in doing so. Ears wilt slightly but they stay up for the most part with a wobble.

Chester then reached up and shook the other's hand, eyes brightening up a-tad due the emotions.

"WELL AIDEN, GLAD TO MEET YOU TOO."