#robotics testing in electronics

[hazyaltcare]

Daniil Dankovsky/the Bachelor (Pathologic 2) fictive stimboard + test tubes with liquid + blood + robot hand + computer/electronic stims + red and black colors ✨

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[spr1ngpvrinbwunnie]

"Tangled Threads"

ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕖𝕪 𝕊𝕒𝕨𝕪𝕖𝕣/𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣 (ℙ𝕠𝕤𝕥 -“𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣”) 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

🇨​🇴​🇳​🇹​🇪​🇳​🇹​ 🇼​🇦​🇷​🇳​🇮​🇳​🇬​: None + only fluff ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ – You're repairing one of The Doctor’s robotic bodies, likely one he frequently uses. Maybe it’s glitching, maybe it took damage, or maybe he just lets you do it because he’s curious how you’ll handle it. There’s an intimacy in the act of repairing—your hands brushing over cold metal, wires sparking under your fingertips, and the unspoken tension of knowing he's watching you from everywhere at once...

The soft hum of machinery filled the air, a rhythmic pulse that blended seamlessly with the distant, flickering static from the monitors overhead.

Shadows stretched unnaturally long in the dim, sterile glow of artificial lighting, twisting with the slow, methodical movement of the robotic body before you.

The Doctor’s vessel—one of many—sat slumped in a chair, wires spilling from its form like the severed arteries of something that once lived. The body wasn’t broken, not entirely, but something in the machinery had faltered, rendering him momentarily still. Or perhaps, he had allowed this. Allowed you.

A dull hum vibrated through the air, like a distant heartbeat lost within the facility’s decaying walls. The air smelled of metal, of rust and static, sterile yet sickly in its artificiality. You exhaled, hands hovering above the exposed circuits in hesitant contemplation.

“This is ridiculous,” you muttered under your breath, the words cutting through the thick silence. “And yet… I don’t hate it.”

It sat, partially disassembled, its mechanical limbs sprawled out in a state of disrepair—a marionette with severed strings, awaiting restoration. You worked in silence, fingers deftly navigating the intricate web of wires, tightening loose connections, realigning joints.

The Doctor had let you do this, whether out of necessity or sheer amusement, you couldn't tell.

He was watching, of course. He was always watching.

Through the static-laced screens lining the walls, through the faint flickering of monitors that pulsed like the erratic beat of some ghostly heart. The screen that served as his face twitched, static dancing across it in chaotic bursts.

Even now, as your hands worked over the exposed circuitry, you could feel the weight of his gaze—disembodied, omnipresent, yet somehow, unmistakably personal.

“Careful,” came the voice, distorted through layers of electronic interference. It slithered through the speakers, low and knowing, each syllable tinged with something too deliberate to be mere observation. “You wouldn't want to break anything.”

You huffed, not looking up. “If you’re so concerned, why don’t you fix it yourself?”

A short, static-ridden chuckle buzzed through the air. “Oh, but I rather enjoy this… You, so intent, so careful. It’s fascinating.”

The words sent an involuntary shiver down your spine, though you refused to let it show. Instead, you continued your work, steady and precise, until—

A shift. A flicker of movement. The robotic fingers twitched beneath your touch, and before you could fully register the change, they had curled around your own. Not tightly—just enough for you to feel the cold weight of them, the subtle press of mechanical joints against your skin.

You froze.

“Let go,” you muttered, more an observation than a command.

But he didn’t.

The fingers flexed slightly, a calculated mimicry of human touch. It was not warmth that seeped through, but something else—something eerily deliberate, as though he was testing the sensation, assessing the shape of your hand in his own.

“You were checking its motor function, weren’t you?” His voice was smooth, composed. “Consider this… a demonstration.”

Your breath hitched, but you did not pull away. Perhaps some part of you knew that resistance would only amuse him further. Instead, you met the nearest screen with a pointed stare. “If this is your way of proving a point, I’d say you’re overdoing it.”

There was another pause, a moment stretched taut between curiosity and something less identifiable. Then, the grip loosened, fingers unfurling, though they did not retreat entirely. Instead, the robotic hand adjusted, fingers shifting until they were no longer merely grasping—but offering.

An invitation.

Your brow furrowed. “Are you seriously asking me to dance?”

Another flicker of static, but this time, the distortion almost resembled amusement. Or maybe you were imagining things.

“I didn’t take you for a sentimental type,” you added, but your hand was already moving before the thought could catch up to your actions. Hesitance ghosted your fingertips before you finally made contact.

The metal was cool beneath your touch, smooth yet worn in places where time had etched its presence. His fingers curled around yours—not too tightly, but enough to remind you that, despite everything, despite the illusion of humanity this moment carried, this was not flesh and bone.

This was something else entirely.

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The way the mechanical body moved was almost theatrical—an exaggerated gesture, palm outstretched, metal digits poised in eerie elegance. It was unmistakable, the way it hovered there, waiting.

You stared at it, then at the flickering screen. “…You can’t be serious.”

A pause. Then: “Oh, but I am.”

The amusement in his voice was unmistakable now, curling around the edges of the static like something tangible. The Doctor, master of control, orchestrator of twisted creations—offering you a dance.

A laugh escaped you, dry and disbelieving. “What, are we doing this Beauty and the Beast style?”

“If that helps you rationalize it.” A flicker of red danced through the screen before dimming back to gold. “Indulge me.”

It was ridiculous. Absurd. And yet…

You hesitated only a moment longer before sighing, reaching out. The second your fingers brushed against the outstretched palm, the mechanical grip closed around yours—not forcefully, but with a controlled firmness that sent a strange jolt through you.

The movement was seamless. Guided, deliberate. He led, and you followed, your steps hesitant at first as the robotic body shifted in time with yours.

It should have felt cold. Impersonal. And yet, the way he maneuvered, the calculated fluidity of each motion, spoke of something else. Something practiced.

“How very trusting of you,” his voice hummed, low and smooth. “Or perhaps just foolish.”

You scoffed. “Says the one who’s been watching my every move.”

“Observation is a form of study.”

There was no music, only the soft, rhythmic whir of servos, the distant hum of machinery filling the void like an unspoken melody; the hum of unseen machinery, the distant crackle of an old intercom losing its battle against time.

But he moved as if there was a melody only he could hear, as if muscle memory still lingered in the absence of a body to house it. A step forward, a step back. Slow, methodical.

A dance in the void.

Your eyes lifted, meeting the ever-watching gaze on the screen. That fractured yellow eye, always dissecting, always analyzing. But was that all? Or was there something else beneath the calculations?

For a moment—just a breath of one—you swore the grip on your hand tightened. Imperceptible. Brief.

“What is this, some kind of experiment?” you questioned, voice quieter now, the weight of the moment pressing against your ribs.

Silence. Then, after a pause long enough to make you think he wouldn’t answer, the static flared once more. A flickering imitation of something almost human.

“No,” came the distorted reply, voice fragmented through the speakers. “Not an experiment.”

You exhaled sharply, lips pressing into a thin line.

“So what, then?”

Another pause. The dance slowed, the vessel’s movements becoming more deliberate, more measured. The metal fingers twined just slightly more securely around your own.

The eye flickered—once, twice—before dimming, the light softening in a way that was neither mechanical nor human, but something in between.

“Perhaps,” he murmured, and the distortion in his voice softened with it, “it is simply... remembering.”

Something in your chest tightened.

He did not elaborate, and you did not ask.

The room remained silent save for the quiet hum of the factory, and the phantom waltz of a ghost and their machine.

───── ⋆⋅✝⋅⋆ ─────

As he pulled you forward, guiding you into movement, the eeriness of it all melted into something strangely hypnotic. The space around you dissolved, the ruined lab fading into obscurity as the world shrank down to the silent rhythm between you and the machine wearing the ghost of a man’s consciousness.

The dance continued, a slow, fluid exchange of steps and countersteps. There was something hauntingly poetic about it—the waltz in the heart of something so sterile, so far removed from the world of human warmth.

And yet, despite the mechanical nature of it all, there was an undeniable intimacy in the way he moved with you, in the way his grip adjusted, the way he seemed to listen to your unspoken rhythm.

It was easy to forget, for just a moment, that he was everywhere and nowhere at once—that the hands guiding yours were mere extensions of a presence far greater, far more consuming.

Easy to forget that you were dancing with something that should not have been capable of such grace, such precision.

And yet, here you were.

The last step was slower, lingering, as the movement came to a halt. The mechanical grip remained for a breath longer than necessary before finally releasing, fingers ghosting over yours before withdrawing entirely.

Silence stretched between you, thick with unspoken thoughts.

Then, his voice, smooth and edged with something almost imperceptible:

“How unexpected.”

You exhaled, rolling your shoulders. “That makes two of us.”

A beat. Then, with a flicker of static, the monitors dimmed slightly, his presence withdrawing just enough to remind you that he had allowed this moment—that, for whatever reason, he had chosen to indulge in it.

You weren’t sure what unsettled you more—the fact that he had done it at all, or the lingering feeling that, somewhere within the vast network of his being, something human had stirred.

Not quite dead. Not quite alive. Just waiting.

Watching.

And, perhaps, remembering.

[blueaprondelight]

hey! did you know that duolingo is turning into an ai-driven company? here's what that means: per the USA Today article posted yesterday on this: "Duolingo is going to be "AI-first", the educational technology company announced, adding that it is replacing contract workers with artificial intelligence."

now yes. duolingo has used ai in the past. in 2024, the Duolingo Guides page reported that their AI uses user data to improve models. however, this did not literally replace human beings in the process.

according to their CEO, they believe this is going to be an example of how "generative AI can directly benefit our learners". despite the fact this doesn't benefit the human contractors you're replacing in place of robots.

here's why supporting AI is problematic: not only does it take away from human beings, but it also is bad for the environment. studies have shown that particularly during the training of complex models, the infrastructure needed to do this training results in high energy consumption.

this also leads to increased greenhouse gas emissions and puts a strain on water resources that are used for cooling data censors. as well, studies show that the manufacturing and disposal of AI hardware contribute to electronic waste and resource depletion.

so, below the cut, there's a list below of language learning apps that do what duolingo does but aren't driven by robots! (and no, you do not have to stop using duolingo. these other apps are simply ones that provide the same services while taking care of both the environment and - as far as i know - human employees.)

Mango Languages (4.8 stars on the Apple App Store) - this app has had really great reviews from people, citing that you can get free access by using your library card (so it supports libraries!) and teaches actual pronunciation whereas duo has been reported for not being accurate with its teachings.

Babbel (4.7 stars on the Apple App Store) - people have rated this app as being easy to use and convenient! they also report that they are backed by researchers at Yale University and Michigan State University, with MSU reporting that after 10 hours, researchers found that 96% of users saw better test scores and 73% became better speakers!

Lingvist (4.6 stars on the Apple App Store) - reviews cite this as a practical app, with one person saying it focuses on repetition and frequently spoken words instead of nouns and verbs you'd rarely use.

any other suggestions in my inbox will be included in this list. stop supporting "AI-first" companies, support human beings.

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Sheep Man

Debut: Mega Man 10

Most of the Robot Masters are too "Man" for my tastes. But this one? This one is Sheep! And that makes him so awesome. Sheep Man was created to be a sheep herding robot, which is rather silly, since humans have already created a guy to help with sheep herding. That guy's name is "Dog", and he loves to do it! Sheep Man, however, left this job to work as a circuit board tester, which makes more sense. I don't think any dog breeds have been developed to do that yet.

Sheep Man's job at the circuit board manufacturer was in their static resistance test division, since he noticed static buildup in his wool. And this got me thinking, is there really truth to the Electric Sheep concept? I mean in the sense of static wool, of course. I am well aware that, unfortunately, regular sheep cannot use Zap Attacks. Wool is indeed likely to give up electrons and take on a positive charge, but it is also great at retaining moisture, and thus can in fact prevent static cling from occurring! I guess Sheep Man must be inhabiting some very dry environments!

Considering his stage is a sort of Cyber's World, I guess it is a very dry environment? I don't know. I've never been in a digital world. Let me know if you have, and know how moist they are!

Unfortunately, as a Robot Master, you probably know that Sheep Man is sort of a Bad Guy. But it's just because he is sick, infected with Roboenza, and can be cured! I am happy that this funny sheepborg is typically a nice fellow. In battle, he demonstrates the awesome power of Sheep, by turning into four clouds of wool that float independently and zap the ground! (Shouldn't the metal ground be zapping him, if anything?) He's like a four-pack of wool dryer balls for reducing static in your clothing. When the first three do their zappies, they disappear, and the fourth turns back into Sheep Man. I'm over here trying to apply real-world physics to Sheep Man, and there he goes, generating infinite matter!

At least there is a bit of Physics Phun in that his weakness is the Rebound Striker, a rubber ball weapon. It hurts him extra because it's stealing his electrons! Give those back!

Generally, Robot Masters are "pretty neat at most" to me. You know me! I love creatures, and when robots are funny little guys that don't look like humans! So it is no surprise that I am VERY happy with the final Sheep Man design we got. The sleepy eyes are cute, yes, but I am so glad he was decided to be so much more Sheep than Man. It even looks like the design process was basically to give him more wool until he had no visible torso! Congratulations on your cephalothorax! A very excellent Man!

[jazzmasternot]

Hazbin hotel college AU head cannons

Note: decided to write these out after reading @sprainedwriting’s fanfic about Adam being a frat boy and I took that concept and ran with it.

Obviously this is based off of my own university experience where I attend a really big public university in the southern US. so that’s where my takes are coming from.

This is also my first time writing anything on here so there’s that aswell.

Charlie

Majors in musical theatre, but not performance education. She wants to be the unhinged theatre teacher that everyone loves. Lives in one of those really fancy student apartment lofts with keke. And is part of the cat club where she feeds the cats on campus

Vaggie

She probably does something super hard like biomedical engineering (let’s go women in stem!) which takes up allot of her time already. Is also an RA for one of the dorms on campus which is good for her bc free housing and gets paid to do her homework at the front desk. Met Charlie in an English class and have been together ever since. When she’s not on call she’s spending the night at Charlie’s and Charlie’s almost always sitting at the front desk with vaggie even tho she doesn’t work or live at the dorm and no one says anything bc it’s just not that deep.

Alastor

Majors in audio engineering and runs the campus radio station that people definitely still listen too. He went to community college first then transferred to a four year (to save money ofc) and is a commuter where he still lives with his mom. Does work study where he works the front desk of the library where he does his homework and works on his scripts for his radio show. Has no interest in working with Vox since he runs the tv channel simply bc he doesn’t want all that extra work. Still takes his notes on pen and paper and still has a nightmare of a time figuring out to electronically submit all his assignments and take his tests.

Angel dust

Okay so hear me out he majors in math ikik it sounds crazy but every gay math major I’ve ever met acts just like Angel dust. Goes to raves and frat parties even tho the guys don’t want him there but he always brings girls with him so the kinda have to let him in. Does nude modeling for extra cash at the art school so he’s kinda a celeb over there even tho he’s not in anyway related to that major.

Husk

Majors in Restaurant and hotel management and is one of those college students that are in their late twenties so already has more life experience than most other ppl here so he doesn’t do allot of the stupid college that allot of other ppl do. Lives in some off campus apartment that’s just a large house rented out to students made to look like a apartment (yk the ones in talking abt) works at the dive bar located just off campus that everyone goes to atleast once in their four years.

Sir pentious

Majors in mechanical engineering or industrial design I can’t really decided. Definitely uses the 3D printer all the time and is on the robotics team, which wins every competition they go to.

Nifty

She’s changed her major so many times nobody knows anymore. Is part of the kpop club and has biases complete with intricately decorated covers, like she has so many photo cards. Also runs the campus hotties account where it’s just a bunch of candids of cute guys taken from far away. Will also get really pissed if you don’t wash your dishes bc it will attract bugs so if ur her roommate you better do the dam dishes.

Cherry bomb

Art major and is the one who got Angel the nude modeling gig. Is always pulling all nighters bc she kept postponing the assimgment till the last minute. Has probably vandalized a couple buildings surrounding the university but hasn’t been caught. Goes to raves and the aforementioned frat parties with Angel. Also has a traffic cone in her dorm room for no other reason than just bc.

Vox

Majors in multi media marketing, runs the campus tv and YouTube channel. Definitely the president of a frat that inflates his ego more than it already is. Always at sporting events at the front row with all the frat guys giving everyone the inside scoop and game commentary. Is very pissed that alastor won’t work with him. Treats himself like a campus celebrity even tho ppl could care less and are just trying to get their degree.

Valentino

majors in film and media productions yeah he’s one of those. Always asking if you’ve seen pulp fiction and telling you that you need to watch some random black and white movie that’s only in French. Will definitely invite you over to watch something with you but we all know that’s not the case. Also all his film projects has allot of unnecessary nudity and sex under the guise of artistic expression, even when it’s so not relevant to the plot. Unless it’s a film that he’s making for the university in which case Vox is controlling every aspect of it which in this case is a good thing. Smokes in his dorm room without a care in the world and has really loud inconsiderate sex at any random point in the 24 hour day cycle.

Velvette

Majors in public relations and runs the university’s Instagram account. She’s always walking up to ppl with a lil microphone to ask you to tell us what you’re wearing. Speaking off she always comes to class dressed up (like the international students) no leggings and tennis shoes for her. Also is definitely in a divine nine sorority, and runs their insta too.

Carmilla

She’s a professor for the aerospace engineering dept and shes here bc she got sick of making rockets for Lockheed Martin and reatheon. Hella smart and ppl are baffled that she chose to give up a seven figure job to teach a bunch of college kids but she’s so chill abt it tho.

Zestial

Definitely English lit professor, makes you read the books no one’s heard of and not the classics. Always brings his own open regular coffee mug from his house to sip his tea from instead of a thermos, everyone asks how he doesn’t spill it on his ride to work. Also just straight up has an electric kettle in his office so he can have tea whenever he wants. Takes turns with carmilla eating lunch in each other’s offices.

Rosie

Studies agriculture sciences and food processing. Will probably run a slaughter house when she’s done with her degree. Hangs out with Alastor in his radio booth from time to time just to gossip about whatever drama is going around lately. Wears long skirts and a tote bag all the time. Is always sweet to Charlie and Emily, also loathes Vox just as much as Alastor she just finds him annoying.

Lucifer

Is probably a religion professor that’s not religious at all and is super laid back in his class like one easy discussion board post a week. The kinda guy to be like “it’s so nice out let’s have class outside today guys” or “if I make this shot ur all getting extra credit on the quiz this week”.

Adam

Definitely majors in finance and is a frat boy. And his band plays at all the said frat parties. Is very insufferable to talk to at parties will try tell you how crypto is the currency of the future and how wolf of Wall Street is his favorite movie. Has a Saturdays are for the boys flag in his room and navy blue sheets. Oh did I mention he vapes he definitely vapes those Mike Tyson ones that taste awful and look like bricks yeah those. Always gets drunk at the tailgate way before the game is even started.

Lute

Yeah she’s in premed and wants everyone to know she’s better than you bc of it. Everyone else’s major is easy compared to hers so don’t you dare complain about all your assignments in her vicinity. She’s basically made it her whole identity like she’s in the premed honors society, future doctors of America. Types her notes on her laptop and then rewrites them with all her gel pens and fancy highlighters, like thee be so colorfull and pretty then the title would be something like blood clots. Still friends with Adam bc they went to the same highschool together and always helping him with his homework in turn he gets her into the tailgate tents and frat parties so she always gets free alcohol.

Emily

Majors in Elementary education and looks like it too, with the Stanley cup, James Avery charm bracelet, and all. She also takes super pretty notes but she does them in class which is super power all in itself, like her desk is scattered with gel pens and highlighters of every color and swears by her bullet journal. She also feeds the cats on campus with Charlie and runs the arts and crafts club on campus where they always host events like tote bag painting in the grass area of the university. Also doesn’t drink bc she’s not twenty one yet even tho she’s in college and definitely won’t smoke even tho most of the ppl that show up to her events are total potheads

Sera

She’s like the university president who doesn’t actually GAF abt the students and just fund’s athletics and raises tuition every year under miscellaneous fees. She tries to come off as supportive when she’s out in public but no one’s buying it.

[stevebattle]

BERT, Basic Educational Robot Trainer (1985) by Karl Brown, Vancouver Community College, Electronics Department, Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. BERT is based on the 6802 8-bit microprocessor and uses the SPO256 speech chip. Kits were available from Amarobot, Richmond, CA.

"Why is it, I asked myself, that very simple robots, even commercially available ones, require so much training to operate? This, I decided, was a problem, and I wanted to do something about it. What I eventually did was write a menu-driven, interactive control language intended to be simple enough for a ten-year-old to use. As it turned out, during field tests with children, I found that any child who could read could program a robot within one minute of hitting the keyboard. This, I felt, was progress. The next step was to design a robot that my fellow computer club members could build and program. That was how BERT was born." Karl Brown – Build BERT, the Basic Educational Robot Trainer (Part 1, Part 2).

[creative-classpect]

Prince of Blood

One who destroys blood and bonds, often with blood and bonds.

The power of friendship and incredible violence

Prince- destroy their aspect and destroy with it. They are incredibly active and a bit unstable due to their destructive nature.

Blood- major themes of literal blood, connections, bonds, and unity. Minor themes of perseverance, authority, and tangibility.

Abilities

Disruption

The Prince of Blood destroys bonds, connections, and stability with bonds, connections, and stability. The Prince is a roadblock, a social wall, that separates others and cuts off connections. They stand firmly in the way as the only remaining option, strong-arming others into submission through a mix of incredible persuasion, intimidation, and deception, even backed up by their own network of those forced to rely on them from blackmail, dependency, or any other number of reasons. 

At lower levels the Prince of Blood understands that unity is what allows success to become achievable. By sowing dissent, creating disharmony, they are able to stress test and destroy any power structure, relationship, and bond, no matter how close or concrete. The Prince is backed up by their own connections and bonds, a host of minions ranging anywhere from mindless robotic servants to undead vampire thralls to hapless gangster goon or a cell of extremists. The connections of this group are ironclad and unquestionable, for better or worse. While other Blood players may seek to integrate their enemies into the fold, the minions of the Prince stand in stark contrast, an eternal in vs out group, an us vs them mentality made manifest.

As the Prince of Blood progresses, the strength of their convictions and the unity of their minions would greatly increase. With a more closely unified force, their abilities would increase, becoming professionals and experts, a black ops squad able to handle any mission the Prince leads them on. Likewise, the Prince would become a more capable leader, a more cunning manipulator, and a force of social dynamism, breaking apart movements, friendships, romantic relationships, etc to progress their goals.

At medium levels the social pressures the Prince can inflict become supernatural, more than just authoritative and overriding. The Prince of Blood is capable of inducing doubt, fear, disdain, and other alienating emotions, so far as inducing states of depression or mania, to incite anything from intense loneliness to neglect of their allies to treason. They are also able to scramble speech or even censor it entirely, cutting off lines of communication and interaction. Emp bursts to electronics, jamming radios, even disrupting speech like a living Tower of Babel. As the Prince divides their enemies, they are able to quickly conqueror as they and their minions operate with a level of efficiency and communication others simply can not compete with, sharing all of their senses and even their thoughts. When the enemy is all alone, weak and separated, the Prince and their minions will be there to finish the job.

At higher levels the Prince of Blood is a thronebreaker, a dictator, a revolutionary, a firebrand. With their legion they are able to tear down nations. They would be able to drive out and banish the Black Queen and King themselves. There are few fighting forces capable of combating the Prince of Blood and their forces. The Prince of Blood embodies the destructive power of the collective, even when alone they embody the unified force of an army, a riot made manifest. Like a many handed wear god, the Prince of Blood is Legion, able to exist in multiple places at once in synchronicity with their forces, capable to achieve more than what any one person should be able to achieve. Wherever the Prince goes, they bring the force of hundreds, and wherever their legion marches, they bring the power of countless warriors.

Bleed out

The Prince of Blood can destroy with physical, literal blood, using their own blood as a weapon. This can take the form of manifesting various weapons, such as swords, whips, or projectiles, as well as something deadly about their blood, such as a disease or it being corrosive. They are a master of homokinetic combat, using their own pulse in stressful situations to greatly increase their physical abilities and combat prowess. 

At lower levels the Prince has a talent for survival in life and death situations, using the tension of the moment as fuel. While weaker hearts may not be able to withstand the pressure, the Prince of Blood is able to take pulse pounding stress, anxiety, and fear to grant themselves increased speed, strength, and agility. This stems from a unique quality of their blood, something unnatural allowing it to handle a far greater effort than the already superhuman players of Sburb. This may be a rare blood mutation, a curse, perhaps their blood has been replaced by Something Else. Regardless, their blood is a weapon all on its own, empowering the Prince and being capable of poisoning, cursing, blinding, or otherwise impairing those it makes contact with.

Princes, starting their sessions with overpowered weapons, would be quick to utilize their quirk of their blood. This could be using game systems to infuse weapons with the qualities of their blood, using it as a volatile building material. As a replenishable resource, access to their blood could be used to coat weapons like a poison or acid, act as nitro for engines, and allow weapons to glide and flow with far greater speed and power.

By the medium levels the Prince of Blood has progressed past enchanting and infusing weapons with their blood, instead able to conjure powerful weapons from their bloodstream entirely. This may operate as a sort of secondary inventory system. Any items connected to their blood could be conjured up in an instant, regardless of distance. These weapons are not merely enhanced by the Prince's blood, but are overwhelmingly bathed in its properties. An effective poison becomes even deadlier, a potent acid becomes capable of dissolving bodies almost instantaneously, etc. While the Prince was capable of moving with increased abilities before, their weapons, now a literal living extension of themselves, would grant them a level of finesse, impact, grace, and speed unparalleled. Few can wield a weapon with more skill and power than the Prince of Blood with their own body.

At higher levels the armaments of the Prince of Blood are not relegated to simple hand weaponry, able to evolve into any number of warmachines for the Prince to store within their body. As the Prince engages in the all too common hyperviolence of the game, their weapons may gain an awakened state, drawing on the blood of enemies to empower their weapons. The Prince of Blood is capable of creating artillery cannons, tanks, fighter jets, and other large scale war machines, all fabricated from the ravenous tide of blood.

As the Prince of Blood reaches full enlightenment of their powers, Prince of Blood can achieve the ultimate state of their legendary weapon. A weapon that can cut anything, regardless of durability, that will ruin and bring rot and ruin to everything connected. The Prince’s weapon sends harmful reverberations through everything connected to the target or metaphysically severs connections to the target. On the Battlefield, the Prince of Blood may slay a single soldier and all those in its legions suddenly fall gravely ill. In a duel, the Prince of Blood may strike the Black Queen and before they hit the ground, the Black King has forgotten their existence entirely. 

Skills

Bad blood- your blood is deadly. When a creature makes contact with your blood, they take a set damage type and have a chance to contract a matching condition. Fire and burning, poison and poisoned, acid and dissolving, etc.

Best way is through- things almost always move out of your way when you push forward

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[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

Headcanon - Vox assumes he can 'fix' Alastor.

This was the original concept for 'Bad Connection' but I went a different way with that when I started typing it.

This is the sort of note I leave myself about a fic idea, so some bits are a bit janky because I'm, well, me.

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Find out the reason V and A only fight via broadcasts is not wanting to be close to V.

In past, Vox tried to convince Alastor to love him with his power, using his cables and eye.

“Don’t worry, I can fix this… fix you. I can make you love me, like I know you want me to…”

Maybe a ‘realise how you fucked up’ story.

Maybe they fight so violently Valentino is the only reason Vox lived because he intervened. Forging a bond that could never be broken.

When they fight after his absence… Valentino and Velvette are there to stand behind the television. A three on one rumble that tests the bounds of Alastor's diminished powers.

Angel’s chain shatters at the same time Husk's starts to fade out, completely, stuttering back like the dying gasps of someone on death's door. They run out to find out what's happening and that's when they see the clash not far away, etc.

Husk overlord comes flooding back with each stutter of the chain.

------------------ Fleshing out concept: Vox has never been denied, since he took his fate in his own hands and rose up the ranks of the media conglomerate in life, from a shitty childhood with dirt for dinner and playtime etc. 

To arrive in hell and fall at the feet of something just as mystifyingly alien as Alastor, whose interest was piqued by the strange signal he was projecting, it felt like FATE. After the horror of realising he was a fucking television robot thing now with somehow both more and less biology than he'd ever had before... because he’d loved his human face, like, a lot. It’d been his brand, his guarantee. 

The reason people tuned into his station at night. He could have bought shares in hairspray from the way his hair had been slick, shiny and strong enough to use as a battering ram in emergencies. Women had fawned for him, men had made the covert passes they could in those days. He'd been DESIRED.

And here? He was a Thing. A fascination, but not in the way he used to be.

Vox is an amusement to the Radio Demon; who was already midway through murdering other overlords, and he offers a small deal to bind them together. A smidgeon of power for the other to help him hone his abilities; Alastor can sense something significant in the other sinner, and the amusement of being the one guiding it delights him. In return, Vox simply needs to wear Alastor’s sigil, keep him close by to do some dirty work. Perhaps he even tries sinner flesh or something, and it's honestly not all that bad. Not the way Al and Rosie cook it, at least.

The hypnosis remains a fascinating little toy that Alastor enjoys seeing him use on the more stubborn miscreants. Not for deals, of course, mostly for clean up… for the occasional punishment too. It only lasts about 30 seconds, most of the time, but Vox is working on building up the skill.

[Connect to Rosie in there somehow. ]

Perhaps Vox is a backup to Niffty (who appears around then and just about shoves her soul into Alastor's hands for reasons Vox never really understood) in a fight, and gets unexpectedly blasted by an overlord with radioactive abilities, which fragment his electronics and damage components in both media based demons.

While the threat is then forced into a broadcast by Alastor, it's a tad late… Vox is just about annihilated, a sparking mess that is almost too fragmented to even regenerate. So Alastor portals them to Rosie’s, whose blood magic has the ability to fix just about any little issue. She’s a bit confused given the mixed biology and circuitry, but Niffty’s from the 50s/ish and recalls how to fix the television her husband had bought… and is able to reconnect a few things. He remains flat, energy-wise, until his overlord shares a little boost of power down the chain, to snap him awake. Something about that day completely changes his view on the radio demon, and his heart (the oddly organic little thing in a metallic form) decides that his focus will be on one person from now on. However, his initial overtures are turned down with amusement. People say the darndest things after a near-second-death experience after all.

He tries to win the favour of Alastor with gifts and acts of service; from a cannibal flower bouquet, to the hearts of a dozen different sinners marinated in different seasonings… and while Alastor does truly enjoy the man’s attention and presence, it is clear what Vox is angling for. Unfortunately, that was not something he was willing or able to give, if he could at all.

Rosie clearly works it out before Alastor and tries to ward Vox off, but it's not working. Finally, Vox breaks his chains by ceasing to be amusing as his own amassed power grows rival to his overlord’s. There's a shift in Pride that day, you could sense when someone hit Sovereign status in the same way your previously damaged bones could twinge when the barometric pressure shifts.

Alastor tries to congratulate the other, delighted to finally have an opponent worthy of him, but Vox misreads it and goes for a kiss.

The screech of static should have been a warning, but he ignores it, mind full of euphoria as he pins the other to the wall with his body, heart thundering so loud he’s not paying attention to the signals he’s being given. [etc]

Then he is shoved back, Alastor’s expression a snarl, reasserting personal space rapidly with his eldritch appendages. “Enough of this japery, I have put up with your shenanigans, podcast… I will allow you to consider this a jest out of excitement, and nothing more.”

“Please, Al… why can’t you just fucking say you love me too? Can’t you see how much I care about you? We’re literally made for each other, audio and visual, our signals have been twinned since the day I arrived in this shitshow!” The disbelief, the utter soul crushing moment of his dreams burning down around him seemed to unhinge the Television. No one has ever turned him down before? What the fuck was this? Didn't Al see ho desperately he loved the idiot, how he'd practically grovelled at his feet?

He grows furious, lashing out with cables; power new to him and violent in its birth. Wildly out of control and a nightmare to behold.

Electricity crackles, pinning and pushing the other back against the wall once more, as Vox’s form writhes and distorts. Shifting back and forth in confusion as the new form asserts itself as something brimming with power and bare-knuckled control…

That’s the secret of Overlords, the larger you are, the less in control, especially to start with. It’s why they usually only brought out their oversized bestial forms as needed, preferring the smaller amalgamations.

Either Way, he’s knocking down the warehouse they’re in. Their opponents are long double-dead, but this… this was putting both of them at risk. With a tap of the cane, a portal opens below, tendrils snaking up to restrain, but surges of electricity pulse back, unconstrained, and dissipate them.

The feedback is like a microphone turned against itself, and the sudden shrilling seems to reach whatever is left of Vox in that giant form. 

He instinctively grabbed for the streak of red, only to see it try to expand in his grasp, fighting electrocution and writhing to be free. Shadows banished beyond the circle of light emitted by the other. 

Vox pulls back on his power, reigning it back frantically as he sees blood starting to drip from the other’s strained smile, his dial eyes.

“Fuck, Al, I didn’t me334aan to…” he booms, vocal subroutines distorted as his form loses size. The electricity being reeled back in like a fisherman hauling in a giant squid, all unconstrained anger, (find better metaphor). 

“Qu-...ite alri-ri-right my good man!” Alastor chirps, voice flickering through different channels and static, something he doesn’t normally do unless his control is on the fritz. “Yoooouuu were just-just-just in high spiriiiits from your ele-VA-tion!” 

Something about the casualness seems to pull Vox back to himself, tethering him to the smaller everyday form. Alastor lolled in his arms for a moment more before shoving away, pushing upright on limbs that still felt the phantom waves shocking his muscles; brushing down his suit in a show of indifference. Of silent forgiveness, because they were friends.

“I say, Picture Box, that was quite the show. How are you feeling after all of that?” 

“How can you be so calm after I fucking attacked you?” his tone like a bleeding wound, raw and agitated. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-... it just happened!”

“Vox, take a deep breath and settle yourself.” Alastor warns. “You will find that your new abilities are linked quite closely with your emotions, and it would not do to make such a fuss in public… not before your official debut, of course. We shall have to plan that at once, can't let Zestial's people get a scoop and plaster you across the media before we get a chance to control the narrative, can we?” 

“Al-...” his voice is a whining thing, and his screen flushes at sudden memories of the same tone being used against parents he felt were punishing him unfairly.

“Say no more, it is all under the bridge, dear Vox. Think nothing of it. Why, when I transformed the first time, Rosie herself had to contain me from eating half of Pentagram City!” hysterical laughter intertwined with that of a studio audience, chilling and delightful to experience. 

Something about it twists Vox’s heart the wrong way, and his expression darkens, glitching. “Stop laughing, you fucker! I bared my whole goddamn heart and soul to you, and you’re pretending nothing happened? That it means nothing to you? Are you serious?”

A hand touches the corner of his screen, claws careful not to cause damage; settling the other through shock alone. His brain already encoding the size, the warmth, the shape and weigh of it for him.

“Vox… you are dear to me, naturally, as is Niffty. And while my regard for you is high, you know I am not… like others. Not like you. The love you seek might be buried somewhere in my dead heart, but there would be nothing more to be gained even if you toiled centuries to find it. Best to put your best foot forwards and find someone of equal measure to you, for I cannot and will not be that demon.”

As his heart breaks, a twisted form of hope wedges itself between the shattered edges.

The power surges, even as his mind connects the worst possible idea with his newfound abilities. He Cannot? He CAN’T!

Of course, he just couldn’t do it because something wasn’t right in his head. It all seems so simple! Why Vox'd done it before… maybe not to this scale but, surely… he could do it now? 

And Alastor… he’d thank him, afterwards. Of course he would. 

The demon didn’t know he was broken, but it would make sense after! Right?

Cables surge from the ground once more, wrapping about the deer’s arms, his legs, his throat. Forcing him off the ground and enmeshed in their sparking web, expression between shock and fury, the infamous demonic form surging forth and constrained only by the explosive electricity Vox unleashes directly at the other Sovereign Overlord. 

He’s not going to hurt him… not really, he just can’t have Alastor freeing himself or rampaging right now. 

“Shhh, shhh, it’s okay Al. I get it now!” He smiles gently, moving closer and feeling a pulse behind his screen as the power surged anew.

He takes the other’s face in his hands, mind whirring manically and bypassing the sudden fear that tightens Alastor’s grin. His thumbs soothe over the taut cheekbones, trying to encompass his love in the gesture. “Don’t worry, I-... I can fix this, now… fix you. I can make you love me, like I know you want me to… and we can be happy together.”

His eye starts to swirl of its own volition, met with the rage-filled radio dials as Alastor squirmed, trying to bite at the caging hands that held him fast. With a hum of displeasure, Vox instructed the cables to tighten, the voltage to raise just a fraction to ensure compliance… and allowed the desperate adoration in his heart to spill from his eye. The hypnotic ability had always felt like sending out a  warm ray of suggestion towards his target, but this… this was like an inferno spilling out uncontrollably.

His mind trying desperately to slide into Alastor’s own, burrowing deep through those lovely eyes that slowly faded to a dazed red. A faint trace of swirling power echoing in the overlord’s eyes. Something was resisting fiercely, but… it also sensed a trace of Alastor’s power in the other’s magic signature, and so… fell back. 

“Yes, that’s it, just let me in… you can trust me. I know what’s best for us, I can make us work. Deep breaths, and listen to me…” Vox cooed, gentle now that the fight had subsumed the other. He chased the spark of shared power into the other’s mind, his core, etc. 

To have gotten this far was overwhelming. Where to start? Which part of the other sinner would be the best place to start repairing, so that he’d finally be capable of accepting Vox’s love?

Shit, perhaps he should have practiced on someone less important first. He didn’t want to hurt Al, his Al…

With a flick of his hand, the cables placed the other on the ground, gently, and receded. There was no flicker of response as Vox crouched over the other, holding the other’s chin in place carefully, other hand languidly stroking the soft red hair he always wanted to touch. 

“I love you so much, and I know you know that, sort of. But don’t worry, I’m going to fix you so you can love me back, okay Al? We’re going to be fucking magnificent together, and you’ll forgive me for this when you can see it was supposed to happen. This is why we met, and you helped me get my footing as an Overlord, so I can make you whole… and we can rule Hell together, right?”

[fix dialogue of scene]

That sentence seemed to cause a flicker of resistance that grew sharper every passing second, until Alastor was able to force the other out of his mind. The backlash hurling the pair away from one another as if physically struck apart. 

Mind reeling, Alastor pushes himself off the ground, feeling like his whole being had been tampered with and yet… it was all so distant. So fuzzy. Disgusting.

And all his fractured thoughts could focus on was the sickeningly sour taste of betrayal as he stared at Vox.

There was genuine hurt fuelling the rage… but, it was overwhelmed by the sudden revulsion within. To think he’d trusted the other, even begun to suffer through the indignities of what he's realtively sure were feelings for the picture box… and for what?

To be considered broken?

A toy to be repaired and made to pander to the whims of the other?

To be made into something of Vox's desire, a puppet who would always smile and say yes without heed to his actual feelings or whims? An animated little love toy that would bend and break and moan and praise the picture box no matter how mediocre his carnality or how Alastor’s mind would be begging for it to cease? Disgusting.

Beyond loathesome. If they had been alive together, he would have taken his time peeling the flesh from Vox’s human face before sending him to Hell.

Vox feels shredded, the tatters of his power writhing like anemones in the ocean current. Trying to latch back on and finding nothing. Fuck… he’d-... what had he been doing? Something about Alastor… he felt angry, like he’d been betrayed.

Rejection curled heavily in his stomach and it made him sick. 

He was feeling oddly dizzy, far beyond what he normally experienced when disconnecting from an attempted connection to the grid or even a failed mesmerisation attempt. There’s a sugary sweet floral taste filling his mouth, countering the bile he can feel rising there.

They begin to yell at one another, too weakened to do anything more than retreat. 

The room was full of a thickening sickly sweet red smoke that twisted already vague thoughts into nothingness, leaving the television and deer with nothing but raw emotions. The smoke filling their minds, blanking out the little context that remains.

Niffty, her apron about her mouth and nose, gives Vox a piercing glare as she runs past to Alastor, and he drops the both into shadow with some prompting. Seemingly as dazed as Vox was. Fucker.

“Well, well, well… what have we here…?” comes the interested tone from the rafters, and a glitching, barely cognizant Vox notices a moth demon looking down. “Seems you threw your feelings after the wrong demon… that bitch ain’t able to feel love, my little light… but I can. The name’s Valentino… and I think you are going to be fun to play with, little picture box.”

“...Val… I like that.”

“Come along, Voxxy… let’s get you to my place. See if we can fix that screen of yours up.”

[Initial Vees joining together]

[Alastor disappears for several long years around this point. Part of his deal involves a stronger ward against hypnosis, but he’s never quite sure why he asked. Memories fuzzy from that night, but the constrictive fear that tightens his chest when he hears Vox's voice... infuriates him no end.]

Partial memories lead to the pair fighting, Vox’s obsession is rivalled by Alastor’s own, and they never recall when this started. Why. How. What… just that it felt like bile on the back of the tongue whenever the pair looked upon the other.

And then, Vox decides to throw down after the Extermination.

He knows this is too perfect, an injured Overlord he’s always wanted dead, and of course… Val will come along to cheer him on. Hell, Vox wants to see Alastor’s face as they knock him to the bottom of the pecking order. 

Val already called dibs on using whatever’s left in Angel Dust’s next movie, he’s thinking of calling it ‘Oh Deer, Time to Buck!’ or 'Radio Demon's Bam-been a Bad Boy!'

Vox kinda thinks it's dumb, but he loves Val, of course so…

They throw down, Vox and Al first. Then Val gets involved, latching on with his gaping maw and sharp envenomated teeth. Pumping his pheromones at both combatants to fan the flames of the fight, with property damage left and right. The few sinners dumb enough to stay and gawk are crushed, eviscerated or otherwise murdered.

Overlord forms fighting. [Describe in vivid detail]

And that’s when Alastor manages to pin Valentino with his eldritch tentacles, ignoring the ‘Ooh, yes deer daddy’ comment that makes him want to throw up the bystander he just ate. He rips the wings off the other and plunges a hand deep into that purple chest right between the bedazzled nipples (find better descriptors) to tear out his still-writhing heart.

At the hotel, Angel’s collar explodes, shocking the hell out of everyone present. Angel is shaking, tears in his eyes. Val was a fucked up nightmare but this… of course some part of him still kinda cared for the man he thought he knew once, but he was also terrified of this being some cruel trick. 

“What the fuck…” he whispers, hands trembling as Husk moves to comfort him. 

Niffty makes a strangled sound and falls out of a ceiling vent, as Husk pauses, ears going flat against his head as their collars appear, flickering violently and fading out. 

“Shit, that’s not good…” 

Charlie and Vaggie are there, trying to calm Angel down, but the urgency is heightened when they’re tossed to the floor by the ground tremor from a few streets away. Outside, they see that the combatants aren’t far off. 

Valentino’s corpse is shrinking, his blood drowning a few unsuspecting fools as the carcass dwindles. Vox and Alastor aren’t faring much better. Tendrils and cables everywhere, lightning, teeth, claws, and etc. 

Vox gains the upper hand, and slams the other to the ground, his eye spinning, a beam blaring down at the other and he continues to strike the deer’s head into the pavement.

The sounds he’s making aren’t words… its like frequencies that just miss the mark… but they're talking, it seems. Vox is also clawing at Alastor’s chest, tearing open the stitching there to weaken his opponent. 

“We have to stop them!”

“They’re fucking Overlords, Charlie, what do you want us to do?!” Angel gestures, emotionally conflicted at the joy he felt seeing Val’s body, but worried at what that meant for his future. 

“Ah fuck, well… I mean, he did kinda free my favourite patron, so…” Husk grumbled, hurling himself into the air towards the fight. 

“Wait, you can’t just-... oh shit, that’s so hot… did you know he could do that?”

Husk’s form expanded with power, the collar expanding to allow it, as his own overlord form appeared. He physically hurls Vox from Alastor and the computer slams through a number of buildings.

[Fight scene - flesh out. Pussy joke somewhere - 'Well, looks like your pussy can take quite the pounding, Al...' Which gets Vox set on green fire. 'Husker, hairball on his shoes, immediately!' 'Can't do that on command, Al...'] 

Charlie is about to intervene as Husk is blasted with electricity and thrown at the hotel, but Alastor catches him with tendrils outside the gates. It sets off a ward though, and Lucifer appears looking furious. Then confused. Then a little of both.

“Char-Char, my duckling, what the fuck-ling is happening here?” he asks, noting that the bartender is now like 20 foot taller than usual and the spider has about 3% blood in the rest of his body right now. 

“We’re not sure… Two of the Vees seemed to have attacked Alastor, and poof Angel was free because Al killed him we think, but whoosh Vox tried to use his eye to do something, and then Husk did… that… and now they’re fighting and I’m not sure how to stop it!” Charlie gushed, horrified.

Lucifer cracks his knuckles “Alright, let’s put these babies to bed before pentagram city is fucked.” With a flex of power he’s airborne and blasting two of the combatants back apart, Husk is spared only because he’s shrinking down outside the Hotel perimeter. “Alright, you two need to calm the fuck down before I have to fuck you.”

“UP! DAD, PLEASE FINISH THE SENTENCE!” Charlie calls up.

“Up! Yes, thank you sweetie!” Lucifer calls down. “Alright, enough squabbling, power down and come here…” 

There isn’t a choice. They get portalled to the hotel, shrinking in size rapidly. Its clear spite is the only thing keeping Alastor conscious, and Vox seems infuriated at having his prize taken away. 

“Must you bring… the picture box… to the hotel as well? I am certain… there is a junkyard… nearby he could be sold to… for parts.” 

“Oh fuck you, you old timey prick, as if you’re not like 50% outdated technology yourself. You fucking killed Val! He’s gonna be such a little bitch about it when he regenerates…”

“Perhaps… you should think twice… before ambushing someone… two on one, hmmm?” 

“Maybe you shouldn’t be such a goddamn cold-hearted bitch and I wouldn’t have to!” 

“Alright, if you keep that up I’m putting you both in time out.” Lucifer adds.

Niffty is standing a foot from Vox and glaring, she has The Knife. He is suddenly aware that he has no friends here, and he’d just been the main reason their little ahole mascot was bleeding to death again. 

“H-heh, hey everyone, let’s just chalk this up to post-extermination enthusiasm, hmmm?”

“No. I think Vox isn’t a good Bad Boy anymore. He needs to be punished.” Niffty says, quietly.

“Vaggie, can you come here please? You’ve got first aid training and I’m not… sure how to help.” Charlie asks, eyeing off Alastor and Husk. The latter is mostly fine externally, with some charred fur here and there and angry welts on the skin. 

“Well… that’s new. How the hell did he manage to get you like thi-... wait, are those stitches? How long has this been here?”

“Nev-...nevermind… dear.” The tone flickers through radio channels to find the words, and it’s more haunting than the radio effect glitching, somehow. 

“Oh the hell we’re not talking about this later! Right now, I need to stop your dumb ass from bleeding out on the lawn…” 

“Dad, can you…?”

“Hmmm? Oh, yeah… ugh, I mean yeah but it’s That Guy. Do I have to…? Whoa, put those away, you know I can’t resist the puppy dog eyes!” He sighs. “Alright, bellhop, let’s fix this… and… ugh, maybe we can deal with whatever the fuck you two managed to do to your brains, it’s all foggy in there.”

“What?” / What?!

Perfunctory won’t-die-right-now healing, but the big wound will need more later on. Field dressed. As the golden red magic clears the last twisted vestiges of Val’s manipulative smoke and Vox’s thwarted psychic attack from their minds… Alastor immediately snarls and uses an eldritch tentacle to choke Vox.

“You little cretin, how dare you assume the right to alter-...”

“Me?! You’re the ungrateful bastard who wouldn’t let me fix yo-...” he hurls electricity back.

“There is nothing to fix you pompous, self-absorbed overblown-...”

“Oho yes there is, and if you���d be less of a bitch about it, I-...”

“Ooooookaaaaaaay, let’s settle down everyone and stop choking or pummelling the other. Okay? Okay. Can we just go inside and talk this out like rational adults?”

Two overlords glare at her, then immediately attempt to escape through shadow or electricity. The latter succeeds only because Lucifer’s closer to Alastor and can blast the man with divine light before he can shadow portal away. 

“Can we talk about this?”

Sighs. “I suppose you will not let it drop, but inside perhaps. It will be a moment or so before the media legion is set upon us.”

“Um, so I know ya probably didn’t do it for me but… can I hug ya? For killing Val?”

“I-... hmmm, I suppose it shouldn’t be too much of a burden to bear. Just this once.”

Angel just about snaps the man in half. Alastor raises a tentative hand to pat the other on the back. “There there. Husker, are you whole? Splendid. Do take your paramour somewhere to have an emotional crisis.”

“Got it boss.” 

Inside, couches, little discussion.

Anger and disgust at the revelation / recollection of the memory. 

Charlie, “Oh, that’s what Rosie meant by ‘ace in the hole’…”

“What?”

“It just means… uh…” leans in and whispers something. 

“Oh, is that all. Rosie is playing coy with terminology these days, hah!” 

“Wait, so if you’re Ace, that means you-...”

“Dad, no!”

“...don’t give a fuck?!”

“Ugh, that was such low-hanging fruit, dad…”

“Of course it was, Charlie-dear, it’s all he can reach.”

“Oh you FUCKER!”

“I think we just established that I very much am NOT that fucker, Sire.”

“Shit, Smiles has jokes now!” Angel hoots.

Etc.

Val dead, Alastor and Vox healing.

Lucifer realising how chaotic Hell is now. 

Charlie supportive to a horrifying degree. Angel actually surprisingly helpful and validating.

Alastor offers Niffty and Husk their freedom, Husk did not need to go above and beyond like that… Niffty turns it down, but Husk takes it. Once free, he’s like “So now you can’t trying to silence me when I talk about your little deal…”

Before A can explode, that gets attention, and [add part where they work out deal with, why, etc]. 

Something something something.

Maybe we add in the Cain angle for this one.

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As the Original Murderer, he automatically gains at least partial ownership of any murderer’s soul, they don’t always know and it usually doesn’t impact deals overall, but when it comes to serial killers or those whose murders were especially vile… they belong to him before they even hit the pavement of Pentagram City.

Alastor found out, and tried to get out of it, but Cain decided that he simply liked the other’s attitude, and offered a tangible deal. He technically owned the other’s soul outright so… where’s the harm in sliding some extra fun across the table?

Alastor would continue to kill, each kill of his thralls and even unaware souls providing power to Cain as well as any little favours the man wanted, and Cain wouldn’t bind Alastor’s unusual abilities (broadcast thing, voodoo, other) and leave him without the ability to protect himself. Fail to play ball, and he’d let Vox or the other overlord have Alastor… because it would be more interesting than killing alastor outright.

The hotel? Well, Cain was pretty fucking angry at his family overall.

Adam and Eve were allowed into heaven despite what an awful guy Adam was, and he’s sure Abel got up there because he was the little favourite one. Cain sent Alastor to mind Charlotte’s little hotel thing for a multi pronged reason…

The first and foremost being to fuck with his dad, who would HATE Sinners being redeemed and cheapening his ‘god’s specialest boy’ status.

The second was because he wanted to help Charlie in a way where he wouldn’t be seen to be helping. Because he totally got what it was like to have parents abandon you no matter how hard you tried… Cain had seen the 666 News interview. Which had been… intriguing.

Third… if redemption was possible, then perhaps he could see his mother again.

Fourth, and finally, sending Alastor to deal with charlie was amusing to him. 

Lucifer was a little concerned to realise a rather important mortal figure had been in his realm and amassing power for centuries at this point, and it stings to realise that he had been hidden by Lillith. Whose heart broke for the boy, and he was sort of her nephew through Eve? So she’d taken pains to keep him safe and concealed, powerful but not overly so… until the population began to grow out of control. 

And then? Then they’d all grown busy with their own issues. Lilith with her revolution, and Lucifer in his own head, the Heavenly hierarchy with subjugating the sinners… 

Charlie with her hotel.

Discover Adam has resurrected in Hell, as a demon. Not as powerful as before, but because of his role in the exterminations… he has a glowing chain about one wrist he doesn’t understand.

Alastor hunts the man down, eager for a rematch but ultimately thinks better of it, realising a more delicious irony. One he, himself had had the pleasure of enacting on two occasions… 

And offers Adam to Cain in exchange for his soul. 

Charlie is distressed, not liking the malice of the idea, but… Lucifer decides this is fair.

Lilith returns or not? Unsure. This got more elaborate than needed.

Vox maybe has a ‘hmmm, i fucked up’ moment… and tries to at least patch the rivalry, maybe he is the catalyst for finding Adam. Discovering he’s also owned by Cain, look… sometimes another newscaster had to have an accident so you could get primetime. Sue him. 

Husk hangs around the hotel, enjoying himself.

Alastor makes a deal with Angel (not for his soul), to manage the Vox adult entertainment sector, which he technically now owns (along with the souls therein) through killing Valentino. Angel is given power to change what needs changing, star in what he wants, and alter contracts to free whoever no longer wanted to work there, etc. Alastor may not care for acts of the carnal, but he understood the concept of consent and that the majority of workers were under obligation rather than a strong work ethic.

Angel takes to it with gusto, and Vox gives him whatever he asks for (via a PA). 

Velvette doesn’t really care. Valentino reforms, of course, but belongs to Alastor… and therefore Angel. Alastor lets Angel do whatever he wants.

Which did involve target practice for a bit, but then he locks the other away. There’s food, there’s water and amenities that replenish… but no others. Nothing to play with, no one to play with, nothing to do except read books. No wifi. And spice-infused lubricant in a never-ending pump bottle. And one angry cacti in a decorative pot.

That's more because the greatest punishment is what people do to themselves and all.

The moth loses his mind slowly. It’s fantastic, etc.

Other stuff? When lute does come back for a battle, and Cain uses Adam as a shield.

She stops, shocked and her worldview upended, etc.

[ikroah]

I have reached the breaking point, the point of no return, it’s very clear to see a fool like me will never, ever learn. I have reached the breaking point, I hear the drums of doom, I’m gonna flip my wig in one great big atomic boom! —“The Breaking Point,” Bobby Darin (1966)

It Keeps Right On a-Hurtin’ #27 - Ring-a-Ding-Ding VI

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Notes

Huge thanks to Monty over at @sas-afras for getting this one done! I handled the original layout and lettering, but the rest was all them. Layouts like this can seem simple and easy because of how straight-forward and repetitive they are, but when all you've got are a dozen and one reaction shots, every single one of those reaction shots needs to be as perfect as you can get them. And Monty did a hell of a job. Especially on the coloring! Monty, if you're reading this, you're a hell of a good colorist (on top of everything else). Thanks again!

Another note about this issue is that it, along with the previous one, were some of the most difficult to write in this whole damn comic so far. I really hate repeating in-game dialogue verbatim without good reason, but there's really not much else I could do here. It's a very necessary part of the story that is also literally a part in the game where your character is fixed in place listening to a monologue. I took some liberties, did some punch-up, not just for its own sake but to really drive home what I find most interesting and vital here about Mr. House as a character.

Anyway, Agnes is in trouble. And there's only one issue left in Volume 2! The next one closes out this arc of the story, at long last. Stay tuned.

Transcript

INT. LUCKY 38 BASEMENT. From an observation deck of sorts, AGNES SANDS watches several SECURITRON robots position themselves in a testing area, containing several sandbags, dummies, and makeshift fortifications. A voice booms from an unseen speaker.

MR. HOUSE: You're well familiar with my Securitron police force. But have you ever wondered: what exactly makes them the marquee option in perimeter security and pacification?

AGNES glances in the direction of the voice, uncomfortable.

MR. HOUSE: Well to start, the reinforced titanium alloy housing of each unit, which protects its electronic core, easily deflects small arms and shrapnel.

MR. HOUSE: As for its offensive capabilities, its X-25 gatling laser—produced to spec by Glastinghouse, Inc.—is deadly against soft targets at medium range.

SFX: BZZTZZTZZTZZTZZT

AGNES recoils as a red glow washes over her from the testing area.

MR. HOUSE: And then for close-range suppression or crowd control, the Securitron is also armed with a 9mm sub-machinegun.

SFX: DAKKA DAKKA DAKKA DAKKA DAKKA DAKKA

AGNES shuts her eyes, wincing from the crack of gunfire.

MR. HOUSE: These features have been sufficient for keeping the peace within Vegas, but with the NCR and Legion closing in on Hoover Dam, and sizing up my city like a piece of prize cake, more than ever we need to be prepared for, well...external conflict. Policing is one thing, but when geopolitical powers are involved, my Securitrons can only pose so much of a threat.

MR. HOUSE: That is...if they're forced to rely exclusively on their secondary weapons--as they have been, all this time!

AGNES looks upward, surprised.

MR. HOUSE: Remember, the Great War interrupted a pivotal moment for RobCo's work. Consequently, all extant Securitrons have been stuck, running on a mere Mark I operating system—the first production version of the OS—which has simply lacked the software drivers for the use of their primary weapons all this time!

AGNES looks around, as if HOUSE were in the room somewhere and she could find him, in a panic.

MR. HOUSE: The platinum chip, you see, was never just a token. At a time when industrial espionage ran rampant, it was minted as a high capacity, proprietary, and uniquely irreplicable data storage device. In a way, it's more like a computer chip. And now—with the data from the platinum chip finally installed onto my nextwork—it's time for a very crucial software update. Behold: the new Mark II Securitrons!

AGNES gawks downward at the testing area, eyes wide. Oh no.

MR. HOUSE: Their newly accessible M-235 Missile Launcher gives them the ability to engage ground and air targets at significantly longer ranges...

SFX: PSSSSSHHH KTHOOM THOOM THOOM THOOM

AGNES flinches, covering her face for protecting, and screams as explosions rip apart the testing area below.

MR. HOUSE: ...and their rapid-fire G-28 grenade launching system, another part of the Mark II, makes them much more powerful in close-range engagements as well.

SFX: THMP THMP THMP KRRSSH KRAKTK KABOOM

AGNES, nearly frozen, watches the bombardment with horror.

MR. HOUSE: It also includes rewritten drivers for the Securitrons' auto-repair systems—although always sophisticated, the new optimizations render them inexhaustible in even the most protracted and attritious of engagements. Altogether, the Mark II upgrade confers a 235% total increase in combat effectiveness per unit—and it's all because of you!

AGNES lowers her arm slowly, jaw slack, mortified.

MR. HOUSE: Vegas finally has an army—worthy to protect not just the city itself, but the best interests of all of mankind, at home and abroad. Which is to say: this simple display of might remains a mere teaser for what I can, and what I will, accomplish, in an illustrious new epoch.

AGNES sinks further into a paralytic terror.

MR. HOUSE: What we will accomplish, Agnes—should you accept my offer, of employment. Ah—but I digress. I'm certain that you've had a long day. You can rejoin Miss Cassidy in the presidential suite for the night, if you'd like to, as they say, "sleep on it."

MR. In fact...say for as long as you'd like. However long you may need, to think everything over. And you'll be very well provided for in the meantime, consider it a taste of what could be...should you make the right choice before you.

MR. HOUSE: That reminds me—I've already sent Victor to collect your belongings from the Vault 22 Hotel, so no need to exhaust yourself further by making that trip on your own, hm? There's much about your future to consider, Agnes—and I would like you to think of it as our future.

AGNES stares straight ahead with a deadened expression.

The testing area in the basement has been reduced to smithereens. Fires rage on the rubble of obliterated structures, gnarled steel, and collapsed walkways. The dummies have been dismembered entirely.

MR. HOUSE: ...Goodness, what a mass. With friends like these, I sure wouldn't envy my enemies.

MR. HOUSE: Wouldn't you agree?

[phone4pills]

Sooo regarding robot!chris and nerd!reader, how did she come up with the idea to try and create a human like robot? Because of loneliness or just to test out something that could be revolutionary ?

Robots are kinda a big deal and if you can build one especially a human like one then she had to get some attention on her or is she keeping him a secret?

-Okay so nerd!Reader has some kind of obsession with junk parts and electronics because her dad is a scientist for a huge electronics company. She built robot!Chris in her basement for fun and had no idea what would happen when her house got struck by lightning. Basically, the electricity send a shock through his parts and brought him to life. Full fic coming soon.

-Nobody knows Chris is a robot apart from nerd!Reader. Since her dad is always at work and her mom lives in another continent because of their divorce, she’s usually home alone and her dad has no idea that robot!Chris exists. But Chris does interact with other humans all the time, they just don’t know he’s actually a very human-passing piece of technology.

[13thdoodle]

Another 3D shader practice~ yippeee~

Following different tutorial from the same guy, it's from this video but just the magic transparency part. I wanna try the outlines from a different video instead bc I think that was made before grease pencil?

His video titles are clickbaity but they are genuinely good tutorials asdkjnajkds

It's late so I'll put the screenshots for them later

But yeah, the transparency; in the video, he mentioned an Alpha Clip blend mode. That option no longer exist since Blender 4.2 iirc, but you don't need it bc Blender already automatically add them.

So you just need to add the Geometry node to the fac on the mix shader node and ur good to go~ I totally didn't go down a slight rabbit hole trying to figure out how to add that "missing" Alpha Clip function and testing out bunch of alternative placements, before finally reading the comment update

Anyway~

Make sure the color on the Transparency BSDF node stays white. the #FFFFFFFFF kind of white.

I think it works like multiply in drawing programs. If you put white on multiply, nothing shows up. But when there's a slight tint or gray color, it'll turn darker.

Like that, but it adds a layer of tint on the transparency, which is not.. what I'm going with at least? I guess if you want to have that tint, go for it. Just don't forget to increase the samples number for render. Otherwise it'll just be a bunch of dithering qwq

Emission is where you add colors. .. I haven't try it out with actual models and more colors but emission is what gave the color for the box

The second box have its own shader material so I can change the color~

Man when shit works it really feels like when you're playing with a robot or electronics n just.. dismantling them n then putting them together~ It's fun.... when it's not frustrating lol

[enzaelectric]

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In this article, we’ll explore how relays and timers work, their types, applications in automation systems, and how high-quality products — like those offered by Enza Electric — can enhance performance and reliability in industrial settings.

What Are Relays?

A relay is an electromechanical or electronic switch used to control a circuit by a separate low-power signal or multiple signals. In industrial automation, relays act as a bridge between the control system and the equipment being operated — allowing machines to be turned on or off automatically.

Types of Relays Commonly Used in Automation:

Electromechanical Relays (EMRs): Use physical moving parts; reliable and easy to maintain.

Solid-State Relays (SSRs): No moving parts; faster switching, longer lifespan, and better for high-speed applications.

Thermal Overload Relays: Protect motors and equipment from overheating.

Control Relays: Designed for controlling multiple contacts simultaneously in automation systems.

What Are Timers?

Timers are devices used to delay or repeat electrical signals at predetermined intervals. They help synchronize tasks, automate sequences, and provide controlled outputs over time — critical for complex industrial processes.

Common Timer Functions:

On-delay and off-delay timing

Interval timing

Cyclic or repeat cycle operation

Flashing and sequencing operations

Types of Timers:

Analog Timers: Manual dial settings, simple and cost-effective.

Digital Timers: Offer precise programming, displays, and flexible timing ranges.

Programmable Timers: Ideal for complex automation routines requiring multiple sequences.

Key Roles in Industrial Automation Systems

1. Process Control and Sequencing

Relays and timers enable automated machines to follow a specific sequence — turning motors, lights, or pumps on and off in a logical order. For example, a conveyor system can use a relay-timer combination to control material flow with millisecond precision.

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In high-demand industrial environments, relays help manage load distribution by selectively energizing or de-energizing machinery. Timers assist in staggered starts, reducing power surges.

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By automating start/stop functions and managing operation durations, timers help reduce unnecessary energy use. Relays ensure only the necessary loads are powered, minimizing wastage.

5. System Monitoring and Feedback

In smart automation, relays provide feedback signals to the control system. Timers assist with diagnostics by creating intervals for testing or data collection.

Benefits of Using High-Quality Relays and Timers

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Water Treatment Facilities: Sequenced operation of pumps and valves.

Packaging Machinery: Relay and timer-based coordination of packing, sealing, and labeling.

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[stevebattle]

S.A.M by "Bill" (1978). "S.A.M (Short for "Sentient, Autonomous Mechanism" or "Smart Ass Machine", depending on his (and my) mood on a given day, was one of my first real robot projects, started in 1978 when I was around 15. His "brain" was a single-board Z-80 computer (the big square object in the middle of his "back" in this picture), with many bits of TTL I/O, a couple of serial ports, a bunch of counter-timers, and several D/A & A/D channels. The base was taken from the book "How to Build a Computer Controlled Robot" by Todd Loofbourrow - I had built the robot in the book, and had used my KIM-1 to control it. Later, I decided that just a little platform was kind of boring, so I added the upper torso shown here. The torso (mounted on a "lazy-susan" turntable bearing) is rotated by a heavy-duty gear motor driving a chain and sprocket assembly from a bicycle. The base is powered by two of the (apparently no longer available, which is sad) all-metal rubber-tired "motorized wheel" assemblies that Herbach & Rademan used to sell, with a large rubber-tired caster in front. The head platform (mounted on a small "lazy-susan" bearing) was originally rotated by a surplus gearbox from a Mattel "Big Trak" with some rubber-tired wheels mounted on the output shafts. This arrangement was later replaced by a small gear-head motor driving a large gear mounted to the center of the turntable. The device in the head with the tubes sticking out the front is a directional light tracking device. Each tube has a CDS photocell at the bottom, and is painted flat black inside. A comparator circuit tells the computer which direction the brightest light is coming from. This device could also tilt up and down with a small gear-head motor, to track light sources vertically. Most of the circuitry was installed on small plug-boards from Radio Shack, mounted in a card rack below the CPU card. This rack could be tipped back 90 degrees to facilitate easier access for testing. In addition to motor driver circuits, there was a "Sweet Talker" speech synthesizer board so he could talk. Power came from a large "gel-cell" marine battery (for powering trolling motors on boats), which was slung near the ground in the center of the base. Two 6V lantern batteries (later replaced by a 12V motorcycle battery) provided separate power for the electronics. All motors were isolated from the electronics via relays and/or opto-isolators. After these pictures were taken, a set of metal panels was installed on the "facets" of the base, with lever switches behind them for collision sensing. A Polaroid sonar range-finder was also added later. If you check out the other photos of S.A.M., you will notice an "arm" sticking out the front. This was a prototype made from an old swing-arm desk lamp and some "fingers" from a robot hand design using brass tubing, bicycle chain, and 1/16" steel cable to allow natural bending of each finger. It was later replaced with a much heavier duty aluminum framework arm operated by two 12VDC linear actuators." – My Home Robot Projects, by Bill.

[chrispywhispy]

First Kiss

I felt like writing for some reason and decided to write about one of my oldest ships, NoiCle from DMMD. Yes, a DRAMAtical Murder fanfic in 2024. There’s not much involved in here except for some kissing. Anyway, I just wanted to share these two 💚💛

Electronics has always been Noiz’s forte.

Whether it was hacking, fixing AI, or participating in Rhyme, he could do just about anything as long as it involved technology. It wasn’t a surprise when he saw a discarded and half damaged android while passing by a dingy alley. He’s fixed robotic pets before, but most definitely not a full scale model of what looked like a human, with half of its face torn off to reveal mechanical innards. Noiz was eager to explore new territory, and maybe even stave off some boredom, so he took the damaged robot and began working on it for the next few months. 

His hard work of staying up every night to monitor and run diagnostics was rewarded by a chipper voice as the android introduced himself by the name of “Clear,” now fully functional and repaired of missing skin and wires. The robot was a lot more expressive than he ever could, which made him equally amazed and jealous of his bubbly personality. Seriously, the guy was so lifelike, you’d never think he was all gears inside from all the programming behind the scenes. 

And speaking of personality, Noiz wasn’t sure if following him around his messy apartment was also part of it, but he didn’t seem to care either way. Clear just liked to observe him playing games on the hologram or fixing something on screen. He would also ask multiple questions a day, almost akin to a toddler with a mind of his own. Well, he did fix him. It’d be natural for the robot to be curious about anything and everything from someone who fixed him. 

Noiz also taught Clear the wonders of food, (not that he needed to eat but whatever,) things he enjoyed, testing out his features and whatnot. He had to admit, he was slowly falling more and more interested in Clear. He would deliberately insist on cooking for him instead of ordering take out pizza, and would even drag him outside for some fresh air. The industrial district wasn’t really as fresh from where he lived, but walking beside Clear’s unusual cheerfulness made the atmosphere ten times more enjoyable than being alone like he always was.

Today Noiz felt particularly lazy and stayed inside, laying back on his worn couch to click the TV’s channels on with a swipe of his thumb on the remote. Clear joined him soon after, just a comfortable distance of half a meter. Not that he was calculating. He just felt the shift of the couch move from Clear’s weight, who was inching closer by the second. 

“Noiz-san?”

Noiz mumbled a short hum of acknowledgment to let Clear know that he was listening, anticipating whatever he wanted to ask this time. He admired that Clear was respectful with his ‘-san’ but it was technically unnecessary given that he was younger than most mechanics out there.

“Why do you have piercings on your face?” 

“I just think they’re cool.” Not exactly a lie. He once saw a piercing shop and returned every few weeks or so to get more wherever part of his body could reach.

“Do they hurt?” 

Well that was a new one. The blond turned to face Clear’s ever so curious gaze, finding nothing but pink shiny eyes full of wonder. It’s not like they ever hurt on the day he got them. He couldn’t even feel an ounce of pain no matter how many injuries he got. 

“Not really. Why?“

“It just sort of looks like it does since it goes through your skin and all.” Clear points to one of them, his head tilted slightly to the side.

Eh, it wasn’t the most gruesome one. Probably even tamer. Worst case scenario would be a knife to the skull. That’d be a great piercing for sure. 

“Y’get used to it after a while. It makes for a nice permanent accessory so you don’t have to remove and put it on all the time.”

This time the android tilted his head back to its original position and put a hand on his chin in a classic thinking pose. What could he be thinking about anyway? Staring at his piercings so much… Actually, on second thought;

“If you’re so curious about them how about I show you what they can do?” 

Clear breaks his pose, only to be followed by wide beaming eyes. It was almost sparkling. He was sparkling. “Really? Please show me, Noiz-san!” 

Noiz sighed and stifled a smile of his own. He’s already got him hooked on, might as well play along right? To start, he points at the ring piercings on  one of his brows.

“You see, these make me look more expressive. I don’t express as much emotion as you so I got them.” He received a fascinated nod by Clear, to which the other replied; “That’s true. It makes up for the rest of your eyebrows. They’re very short.” 

He raised said pierced brow. “Hey, just because it’s short doesn’t mean they make up for it, idiot.” 

So what if his brows were short? They’ve always grown that way. He felt weirdly offended and pinched Clear’s cheek out of impulse. 

“O-Ow…!” Noiz allowed himself to grin this time as Clear scrunched his face up with a pout. “What was that for!” 

“Making fun of my brows.” He didn’t mean it in the slightest, but he enjoyed Clear’s reactions. Their banters always came as naturally as the wind. 

“Now these,” The blond pointed to the studs horizontally across his nose bridge. “They help me sneeze.” He glanced down Clear’s hand, prying one off his lap to replace his own. “Go on, try and pinch them.” 

As hesitant as he was just after being pinched playfully, Clear placed his index and thumb on the cold metal and waited. Noiz faked himself a sneeze as soon as Clear’s fingers touched the studs, eliciting a small gasp from the android. “See?“ He pointed to the last piercings on his face just below his lips. “Finally, these help me speak when I’m kicking ass. Cool, isn’t it?”

Today was probably the most he’s ever spoke in his life playing for a simple prank. Of course, whatever he said was total bullshit, but the way Clear attentively listened and observed with such focus, taking in every fact like some newfound discovery, made it hard to break the truth to him. 

“Wow… that’s amazing, Noiz-san!”

The android cheerily clapped his hands with a bright smile, almost as blinding as the sun. “Do you have more?” Clear’s lashes fluttered with eagerness, face inches away from his. 

Oh he does alright. 

“Well… I have this one right here.” 

Noiz stuck his tongue out to show the piercing embedded there, drawing out a look of astonishment and a hint of pink of the android’s face. That gave him an idea. 

“Wanna test it out? You did help me sneeze.” 

That seemed to make Clear blink, eyes glued to his tongue as he drew out a slow, “What will it… do?” 

“You’ll see.” At this point the distance between them was almost nonexistent, and If he was going to hell for this, Noiz will make sure it’ll be heaven for him and Clear. So Noiz leans in for their first kiss. It wasn’t any different than a human’s, and Clear’s adorable squeak to intimacy pleased something in him he never thought he had. 

The blond also takes the opportunity to study Clear’s features up close. He’s worked on him for months but the robot never failed to mesmerize him with how human he looked. His hair, albeit synthetic, was silky smooth to the touch. His porcelain skin soft and pale with two moles adorning his chin. His pastel pink eyes crowned with long snow white lashes carefully laced with precision. This unit was a work of art. His cheeks were now flushed the same color as his eyes at the contact of Noiz’s warmth. He was even able to react to sensations and temperature. 

Noiz began to test the waters by running his pierced tongue against Clear’s soft lips. The android made a sound of surprise and tentatively parted his lips to let Noiz enter, tasting and feeling the piercings he was oh so curious about. Truth be told, the only sensation he could feel was his tongue, and he hadn’t expected Clear to taste oddly sweet. Did he eat candy or was he just naturally tasty? Either way, Noiz wasted no time exploring what Clear had to offer, enjoying this manmade masterpiece letting out soft hums and pants. 

He pulled the android closer by the cheek, while the other hand snaked around his waist. They would’ve gone hours making out if it weren’t for the need to breathe. Noiz had to pull away much to Clear’s dismay.

“How’s that?” 

Clear almost wanted to go for a second round but decided to lick his lips instead, missing the taste of Noiz already. The cold metallic dud on his sensors made the experience strangely addicting.

“It was… good.” Good enough for him to bashfully turn away, making the blond snicker. “You have the nerve to look away from our first kiss.”

“E-Eh?!” 

Clear’s blush had already darkened into a nice shade of tomato red since they locked lips, now impossibly redder than ever. Noiz found it fun to tease this little white rabbit. 

“This really is my first kiss with Noiz-san… hazukashii~!” The android now fully covered his face with his hands, ears bright red complimenting his silver hair. 

“You just noticed that now?” Noiz found himself smiling at the flustered mess that was Clear, bringing his hands down despite Clear’s shy protests. 

“Let’s make that a second kiss then.”

Clear’s complaints soon died out once Noiz took his lips for another session, melting in his embrace. Although Noiz had other plans to spicen up whatever they had going on, he didn’t want to rush Clear into something he wouldn’t want. Like the ones on his… you know what. And so they shared kisses throughout the day onwards, teasing Clear and Clear teasing him back. 

It was a good time, and not once has Noiz regretted fixing Clear since the day he found him.

[ace-disgrace-on-the-case]

Restore

I come bearing a wonderful gift, written by my wonderful friend @red-sprite!

The morning was early, the sky was grey, and the store was closed. Samantha was waiting by her car for the owner of the electronics store to open the front door, but her watch told her it was currently half an hour past opening and there was no-one in sight yet.

Looking in through the window the place reminded her of an old bookstore. You know the kind, the ones that seem to open whenever the owner feels like it, completely covered from floor to ceiling in books you can barely read the cover of. Antiquarians. She could see the remnants of a shelving system buried under strata of components, stretching around the corner into the darkness beyond.

Still, it was her best bet to find what she needed.

Ten minutes later the door opened, she hadn’t seen the owner arrive. Fifteen minutes and some smalltalk interwoven with project descriptions, she was about to walk out with her purchase. And that’s when she saw something she never thought she would.

An original AnTech, buried under a pile of merchandise. Her dome was stained, her screen was completely scuffed up, and the faded post-it said ‘As-is. No returns’.

Five minutes later she was secure in Samantha’s car.

The rest of the day was a blur. She finished the project, got it tested, got it packaged and shipped out. When she clocked out she’d almost forgotten this morning’s surprise. But not enough to lack a spring in her step when she made it to her car.

There, in the passenger seat, sat her find. In the light of the parking garage she looked like she was about to come alive. Samantha’s shadow danced over her scuffed faceplate as she passed the car, her arms resting in her lap.

‘You need a name, don’t you,’ Samantha thought to herself. ‘Ann sounds nice.’

The drive home was short. The trip up the stairs was very very long. As it turns out, hauling an immobile full-sized humanoid robot up three flights of stairs was a lot of work. She set Ann gently down in her comfy chair and went to work clearing her workbench. Projects half in-progress were bagged up, labelled and put away, tools were cleared, and finally she had enough space.

One last time she lifted Ann up, from her chair, to lay her as gently as she could on the workbench. Under the harsh fluorescent light it was finally visible just in what sort of condition she was. Samantha went over her section by section, noting all the outward damage. Scuffed faceplate, she knew that one. Seized motor on her left elbow, to be expected. Dent in the abdominal covering, possible impact, have to check the underlying actuators. Scuffs on legs, rattling in left ankle joint. Also very very dusty.

Knocking off the initial dust was the easy part. Finding the proprietary bits for her screwdrivers was slightly harder, but thankfully she had an extensive collection. The first thing she took off was the face plate. Four screws held it in place, now neatly extracted and marked where they go. The plate came off, connected only by a short ribbon cable. It took her a moment to find a good angle to disconnect it, but after that she was able to place the assembly to the side. Under the faceplate there was the sensor suite; cameras, both visible light and IR, depth-sensors, audio receptors tucked into the sides of the cavity, and at the bottom, the release for the chest covering.

Samantha pulled it gently, hoping that it wasn’t seized up. When she heard the click, she breathed a sigh of relief and held it in almost as quickly. She’d finally get a view of how Ann looked inside. Would all the components be present, would there be any damage, had she been scavenged for parts? It was all a big uncertainty, but there was only one way to find out.

She extracted her hand, and moved it over under Ann’s arms. Then she pulled.

The cavity opened before her, slowly bathed in the fluorescent light as deft hands maneuvered the cover away from its mounting points. There, inside, she saw a plethora of parts. All the ones she knew were supposed to be there were accounted for, and a few ones she didn’t expect caught her eye.

Breathe out.

Ann was complete, everything else was a matter of restoring. She could do this.

She lifted the cover the rest of the way off, and flipped it around. The dent was superficial, and it didn’t look like the force impacted beyond the insulation. She put the cover to the side.

Figuring out the order of cleaning was, on the one hand, a daunting process. On the other, cable layout dictated order nine out of ten times. Samantha had only worked on less sophisticated models in the past, but the principles were exactly the same. The power and data cables ran all over Ann’s chassis like a spider’s web. But like a spider, Samantha could read them. She knew them by sight, by location, by feeling. One by one they came undone until they revealed the city that lay underneath.

Heat exchangers rose like buildings on a city of green, highways of copper connected everything to everything else, crowded out by vast daughterboards rising perpendicular to the cavity.

Samantha set to work, disconnecting each component, slowly and lovingly taking Ann to pieces. Heat sink, to the side. Fans, to the side. Boards, to the side. Not all of them were standard, and Samantha could only guess to the function of some of them. Clearly Ann had not been a standard model.

She took a spray and diligently brushed each connector until it shone like it was fresh from the factory. Every single speck of dust removed, every pin straightened, every single capacitor checked.

She extracted the battery pack. Light, for what it was, but still one of the heavier components. Also probably completely dead.

Samantha lifted it out of the chassis, onto the small part of her workbench that was still free, and pulled out her tester to confirm. It wouldn’t even show a reading. She grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down the part number. With any luck it’d be a standard type, and the extent of the anti-tampering would be the screws.

Half an hour of searching later, she found the battery was an available size and could be ordered without problem. Express shipping was worth it.

She turned her attention back to Ann.

The battery could be replaced last. It was not interfering with any of the other components. The working memory modules slid in easy save for the final lock. Those always took more pressure than she liked to put onto delicate components. It left a mark on her hand.

The permanent storage was next. A big heavy box screwed into place on shock mounts to prevent the fragile internals from suffering damage when the frame moved about.

The daughterboards, slotted into the exact slots they came out of – she checked. Thrice. Screwed into place on their retaining brackets.

The fans, cleaned and lubricated, reinstalled on the processors.

And finally, the web of cables. Data cables, power cables, crossed all along the cavity to reach from everywhere to everywhere. Each of them seated with care.

She brought her power supply over to the workbench and dialed it in exactly to the battery specifications. One clip to the positive, one clip to the negative. Tomorrow would be a big day.

*

AnTech-G-25036 woke up. It was midnight on January 1st 1970. She couldn’t see for the blinding light. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t feel her face, or her arms, or her legs. She tried to move. Nothing happened. There was something on her chest. Her chest was open. She tried to think back, there were no memories before now. She tried to–

“Shh, it’s okay. You’re going to be okay. I’ve got you.”

The voice was soft, soothing. Her ears were working. She stopped trying.

Tapping noises came from somewhere. They felt distant and close at the same time.

“There, will you try again?” Three taps sounded.

AnTech-G-25036 woke up. Her last memories were decades ago. There had been a battery failure. She had fallen down. Then there was nothing. Nothing for a long time until she woke up in the blinding light.

“Can you speak?”

She didn’t know. Could she? There were many things that she could before that she couldn’t now. Like move her arms. She tried.

“I… think so?”

There was a high-pitched sound that was hard to parse. Then more sounds, and finally more speech.

“I’m so sorry. Here.”

The light faded, and she felt her head be turned. A face came in view, her emotional recognition processes supplied [happy], [excited], [holding back]. Something supplied [pretty].

“Hi, my name is Samantha. You were damaged, and I’m restoring you.”

New contact registered: Samantha

Current list of contacts: Samantha

Time since factory reset: 30 years

Time since product end of life: 32 years

Accessing AnTech servers for revised EOL date: [server not found]

“Why?”

“Because a lot of love went into making you, and I don’t believe you deserve to be tossed aside.”

There was a process inside her that wasn’t standard from the factory. It was supplying data that she didn’t understand and reaching conclusions that she didn’t know what to do with.

“What should I do?”

User input overrode most any other process. Listening to Samantha would help.

“I will work on your hardware. Will you run AnDiagTxt for me and write the result to your secondary output?”

She did as she was told, running the program that could tell a technician every status of every component of every part of her. Something supplied [intimate] and [vulnerable].

She let the program run, aware of its process, and how it was probing every part of her. She could feel it try to reach her legs, which weren’t there. Tried to reach her arms, which weren’t there. Tried to reach her face, which wasn’t there. It found her voice, it found her camera. It found her processors and fans. It found cables. So many cables attached from her, diagnostic ports, secondary output, keyboard, there was… the correct voltage from her battery, but no battery in the housing. More cables, snaking out like an umbilical cord tethering her to the workbench.

She saw Samantha turn her face from the camera and towards something out of view. As the program ran, her eyes were focused on it. When it finished, her emotional recognition processes supplied [satisfied] [happy].

Samantha turned back towards the camera, and she could feel a hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t worry. We’ll get you back up and running in no time.”

No time turned out to be an overstatement on the speed, but the progress was consistent. The first thing she hooked back up was the actuator for the camera. AnTech-G-25036 could look around now and take in more of the workspace. There was a chair that housed several components, including two AnTech arms and two AnTech legs. There was a fluorescent light fixture directly overhead. If she turned the camera away, she would not be blinded. She could not move her head. Samantha said that happened later in the process.

“Do you have a name?”

The question surprised her. Names were for people, not for AnTech products.

“I am AnTech-G-25036”

She turned her camera towards Samantha. Her emotional recognition processes supplied [concentrated] and [comfortable].

Samantha had an arm on her lap. There was a spraycan on the desk, and a screwdriver in her hand. She was manipulating the elbow joint. Every cycle, it moved more until with a final [click] it completed its full range of motion. Samantha manually took it through its motions twice before inverting it to inspect the contacts.

“That is what AnTech called you. What would you like to be called?”

She didn’t know. She didn’t remember having wants before. She could feel her fans speed up as her processors tried to construct metrics by which to tackle this problem. Her processors stayed cool. The fans felt smooth in their housing.

She could ask Samantha. User input can often break process deadlocks.

“What do you think I should be called, Samantha?”

The processes slowed down and then stopped. The fans were quiet. AnTech-G-25036 was focused solely on input processing.

“I’ve been calling you Ann. Is that a name you’d like?”

She did not remember liking things before. She did not remember being allowed to like things before. How would she know what to like, how would she know the correct things to like?

Something supplied [yes].

The fans slowed down.

“Yes.”

Samantha finished with the contacts and walked up to the workbench.

“Ann it is then, pleasure to meet you Ann!”

Emotional recognition: [smile] [happy] [satisfied]

Something: [warm] [safe] [self]

Samantha stood by the workbench, Ann’s arm in her hands. “May I attach this component, Ann?”

It was not something she’d ever heard before. It wasn’t a user command, it wasn’t a query, it wasn’t a request for action.

Whatever it was, the answer was clear as day. “Yes.”

She took the detached arm in one hand and clicked it into place. It felt… smooth. It felt cool and clean and better than it had in a long time.

Ann moved her arm. Her secondary display lit up with all the new data being sent and received. Her Something lit up with somethings.

The next stretch of time really did feel like no time at all to Ann. So many new sensations to process from within and from without.

“May I?”

“You may.”

Her other arm felt as smooth as the first, able to move with a grace she had forgotten she could have.

“May I?”

“You may.”

Her legs, stable and strong. Moving with strength and finesse not seen since she was new, and even then.

“May I?”

“You may.”

Her torso cover clicked into place, dent completely removed by Samantha’s hand.

Her camera was focused on the technician now, holding the last piece of herself. A coarse white paste coated her faceplate and Samantha was rubbing a cloth over it. Every pass made it look more scratched and opaque until the final one, where it emerged spotless, restored to the mirror sheen she could barely remember it being.

She handed it to Ann, who took it wordlessly. With mechanical precision and effortless finesse, she connected it. Finally sliding the last centimeters home until a ‘click’ was the only sound audible in the workspace. Her fans were silent and smooth as the screen behind her face came to life for the first time in decades. The image on it mirrored the camera’s, an expression of care, of trust, of something.

Ann reached out with her hand, smooth and controlled, to touch Samantha’s cheek.

“May I?”

“Please.”

She leaned forward until her camera was as close as it could be to her technician’s face without touching.

And then moved the final distance.

[ghrgrsfdesfrfg]

-Yet another OC to discover and read about: Doctor Stitchen

-Word count: 5928 (longest one yet)

-not proof read, i apologize for any grammar mistakes.

-Mentions of deaths, carnage, eating people and toys, various horrible experiments

-I own none of the image used, everything related to Stitchen was made by WORMBOYx on DeviantArt, credits to them for the pictures

-Everything FNAF related was found on Pinterest, credits to the original artists.

I am not satisfied with the Trivia so some elements might be subject to change

Credits to @fantasticarcadefan for many of the ideas written in this story, many thanks to them.

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Archived information about ‘‘Doctor Stitchen’’

-Experiment 1158 known as ‘‘Doctor Stitchen’’ was created in 1991 to ensure his genius stayed in the company while his public use and attraction was to help children build their own robotic toy.

-He measure 1m63 or 5,3ft in height, his body is a mix of interchangeable metal part, an early version of the animatronic line of toys that would later appear thanks to his genius. This metal frame allowed to easily change between a body part that he needed on the moment such as his saw-hand or even handmade (and unapproved) parts.

-Capable of violence but due to his personality disorder and small size he relies on his gadgets and sidekicks to assist him in battle, if no one can assist him he resort to his makeshift flamethrower or sonic-gun.

Early life :

-It was generally agreed that out of any children on the “Young Genius Program” only Harley Sawyer was the smartest (and most unhinged), this came to a change when an orphan by the name of Vincent Bartel was sent to Playcare and later selected to take part in the Program, he was a natural genius in the field of electronics, computer and more interestingly, robotics.

-Vincent was extremely smart and was quickly noticed by the teachers and Miss Delights to be good at any type of subjects except any form of art or sport in which his grades were average.

-He was often seen away of groups of children, few managed to understand his passions and as such often left him alone with his schematics and equations, this made him an easy target for bullying despite the efforts of other children such as Thomas Freuer or Penelope Spencer to protect him.

-His genius was first noticed when he submitted a couple of schematics for a type of robots he called “animatronics”, the teachers were impressed by the quality, design and the sheer amount of details featured in his schematics, they were sent to different teams of engineers and scientist who quickly ordered a more thorough surveillance on Vincent as well as more difficult subjects to be given to him during class and be rewarded with comic books or toys (comics were a favorite of Vincent).

-He was also questioned multiple times on his capabilities to create such schematics with ease and some IQ test were also conducted, these test later identified him as a genius and one of the few to truly catch the eye of the company in a good way.

-some engineers of the company were brought in to teach him more regarding mechanic and engineering and were astonished at the speed for which he could learn a subject of interest. It was rumored Harley Sawyer himself wanted to see Vincent and wanted to dedicate a team of scientists to start teaching him medicine and surgery in order to use him to make more experiments and even start producing these “animatronics”.

-He was selected for the procedure rather quickly but only after making sure everything was perfect in order for him to keep all his cognitive functions to keep his genius intact (and for the company to use it).

PROCEDURE :

-As stated, no expenses were spared and using his own schematics (revised and upgraded by other engineers) he was sent for the procedure and later came out as “doctor Stitchen”.

-His new body was primarily made to house his brain and a battery system, making him non-reliant on food or water, nearly every part of his body could be swapped with another to allow for easy change for whatever part is needed but he was most often seen with his two hands rather than the saw-hand or the gas-sprayer.

-The procedure was a huge success as Vincent adapted fairly easily to his new body and even seemed excited at the notion of working for Playtime (despite being turned into a toy), he was quickly put to work while adapting to his new body by learning more and making more schematics.

-The scientist quickly noticed a worrying issue about Vincent, he was forgetting who he was at an alarming speed. This was further sped up with numerous comic books being made about him, he was convinced to be “Doctor Stitchen” while he thought the memories of Vincent to be those of a dear friend of his which created his obsession with making an animatronic to house “Vincent's” consciousness (while never realizing he was Vincent).

-To try and prevent his memory loss the scientists tried many methods from simple ones like calling him by his normal name to more difficult by trying various brain surgeries to slow the process down, none truly worked and only delayed the inevitable.

-This was the first recorded side-effect of the procedure and especially the enhancement of a trait being balanced by the deterioration of another, this was later proven with Baron Bon-Bon’s incapability of using violence. Surprisingly enough this didn’t stop Doctor Stitchen from being as inventive as he has always been.

Work for Playtime.Co :

-His training in various subject like chemistry, science, mechanics and robotics were done fairly quickly and with computer science not far behind he was assigned to his own attraction known as ‘‘stitch-a-toy’’ which was a huge commercial success.

- ‘‘stitch-a-toy’’ was an elaborate attraction featuring a sci-fi looking lab where many children could assemble the robotic toy of their dream with the help of Doctor Stitchen himself (later nicknamed Doc Stitchen by older children) or his sidekicks such as the Nurse or Drella.

-His public work for the company is where he would truly shine by showing his robotic experience to the customers by creating small replicas of toys present in the factory like Huggy-Wuggy or Mommy-Long-Legs and making them walk around his lab, creating a mini town of sort full of automated toys.

-While the horror theme of his attraction or even his own body was made to appeal to teenagers instead of younger children he still managed to be quite popular thanks to his eccentric personality and mannerism, even winning the hearts of the adults by making their creations come to life, biggest of which was a two meter tall metallic bear.

-While he wasn’t sent to kill various people for the company his skills were put to use during his attempts to create a toy by himself thanks to Playtime giving him people to experiment on, he was very happy each time and even tried to comfort the desperate targets by saying “it is for science, cheer up !” or “don’t cry please, it’s not good for the brain, It’ll be quick”.

-His experiments weren’t really successful until he was given access to the methods and material used in the proper procedure and he finally managed to create his first toy known as “Blood-Boy” who looked like two eyes in a jar filled with Poppy-Gel and connected to a small body in order to work at the lab, luckily no one questioned the addition of this new toy to the attraction.

-His rewards for submitting new schematics and getting rid of targets were various comics (later removed because of the effect they had on his psyche), new tools for his labs, knowledge on the procedure and materials for his animatronic project.

Hour of Joy :

-Medium involvement as he was unaware that the Hour of Joy was brewing until it actually happened, when it did he was confused as to why the toys were killing the adults. At first he thought of some kind of Halloween event but his mind was already quite deteriorated by this point so he simply locked his labs with the adults and children inside and carried on as if nothing was happening, still under the impression that it was just for Halloween.

-His sidekicks later claimed that Stitchen thought it was something planned by the Smiling Critters to mess with him because the company created a line of comic book dedicated to Stitchen and the Halloween issue was often where the Critters appeared in the book to stop Stitchen and his evil plan, same for the children’s show for the Critter where the Doctor only appeared on Halloween to be stopped by the critters.

-He unleashed his first true animatronics during the Hour to defend his lab, this was a success as they were made of metal and only the strongest toy could damage them either by dropping them from great heights or literally caving their body with brute strength, he still refused to let the adults escape by claiming that the Hour was “nothing to be alarmed about” even ordering his animatronics to block the doors.

-When the adults escaped they were all killed by the toys still roaming the factory while the children never left Doc stitchen’s lab, no one knows what happened to them but some whispers that they were turned into animatronics while other claimed they were sent to the [REDACTED], one thing is sure: they were never seen again.

-He was later contacted by the [REDACTED] to work with him in order to retake the factory and capture the prototype, Doc stitchen happily took the offer and started working on more lethal animatronics to help in the coming war, he also received upgrade to his body and for his sidekicks, his labs were also more protected for added measure as reward for his loyalty.

War for Playtime :

-While it is difficult to pinpoint the exact moment the war started, it’s generally agreed to be because of two events: the discovery of fake toys and spies in the factory and the experiments conducted by Stitchen to genetically modify fruits and vegetables to grow in the factory with no need for huge amount of light or water.

-A simple window or a powerful lamp could suffice to grow the plants while few quantities of water were required. They also grew much quicker than regular fruits and vegetables at the cost of being less tasty than the originals. It was said a month or two could be enough to produce a small harvest and being obviously enough to feed the toys of either forces.

-This sent the forces of the prototype into a frenzy due to the mere idea of food other than human flesh or toy flesh being available, this led to the first battle of stitch-a-toy where the animatronics of Stitchen fought against the toys allied to the prototype, they fled with some food but not the seeds required to grow them. It was also rumored to be the first deployment of third-generation animatronics.

-Being one of the [REDACTED] most trusted and competent lieutenant, he was in charge of manufacturing more animatronics to retake the lower levels and kill the toys allied to the prototype, something the doctor excelled at thanks to his various generation of robots such as the “nightmare” variants who were much more horrifying than their normal counterparts, so much so that many toys fled when one of them appeared.

-His best accomplishment during the war was when he saved the prison and the Warden during a massive assault by the Prototype’s forces by unleashing multiple nightmare variants as well as a so called “furnace” variant who incinerated any toy in it’s path.

-While his lab came under assault many times he was never captured or injured, this feat is due to his wide variety of gadget such as his grappling-hook, homemade flamethrower and his sonic-gun. He would also use his army of animatronics to scavenge anything left by the toys after their retreat and even pressured Safe Haven for materials by sending multiple nightmare variants.

-While he wasn’t present during the final showdown with the Prototype his best animatronics were and he was richly rewarded by the company after Playtime.Co was secured, his rewards included repairs for his sidekicks and the best materials for his research.

Design :

-His design is very reminiscent of the cliche of a “mad scientist”, sporting a lab coat and bandages around most of his body as well as a surgical coat on top of it all. His eyes are two bright red goggles with a black spiral inside, he doesn’t possess a mouth and instead use a voice-box located in his head, his “mouth” is a built-in gas mask capable of expelling Red Smoke in combat if both his hands are tied or cannot be used.

-His head also possess a chip on his head near his goggles but it doesn’t have any function just like the surgical instrument on his forehead (I couldn’t find it’s name).

-He does not possess any hair due to his bandages but earlier design of his body included a fake hair made of plastic.

-His “main” hands are his 4-fingered glove and his metallic hand known as the “gas-sprayer”, while the sprayer is bulky and it’s 4 finger were supposed to be used for holding tools during surgery the Doctor still has access to many more hands such as the “auto-saw” or the “hand-needle”.

-The “gas-sprayer” was originally supposed to help him during his work or surgeries but was quickly modified to the version we know today, it was said the staff were intrigued by this modification and allowed him to use it only to spray some glitter and not the gas under any circumstances.

-Two vials filled with a red substance can be seen on his body but they do not appear to have any practical use and are probably there for aesthetics purpose although it’s entirely possible they were modified to hold gas or blood.

-His panoply also involved a Doctor’s bag but he was rarely seen with it, only used to transport tools or designs to be submitted.

Abilities :

-As stated multiple times the Doctor had no abilities of his own but relied on his genius, gadgets and sidekicks to make a difference during a fight.

-His grappling hook was only effective on light-weight people or toys, despite his weight caused by his body he was still able to use it for a quick escape.

-His homemade flamethrower was made sometimes after the Hour of Joy and had two known versions, one working on fuel who saw a limited use due to the lack of fuel in the company and the other version was using the Red Smoke to create lingering flames in a limited area but was extremely effective on the mini-critters and mini-huggys.

-His sonic gun was created shortly before the Hour and uses deafening frequencies and volume to disorient and possibly deafen any target unfortunate enough to be on it’s receiving end, it works on battery power and was made using salvaged music equipment, it was later adapted to be used by his animatronics to fight against Catnap whenever the Doctor needed salvage from Playcare. It was also used on the Rat King’s pack to devastating effect before they adapted to it.

-His genius was also used to great effect on creating new animatronics to defend him, attack whoever they were told to or even scavenge a particular area. As the war raged on he created more and more dangerous variants such as the nightmare who were considered the “heavy weight” class of the animatronics with some of them reaching 3 meters tall or 9,8ft.

Employees and toy's opinion of Doctor Stitchen :

-Leith Pierre mostly saw him as a tool, only useful to give them schematics and ideas for them to make money. He was not interested in knowing the schizophrenic doctor and stayed away from him however out of fear or disinterest is still up for debate.

-Stella Greyber was amused by his antics and personality but worried about the possible problems his deteriorating mental health could create, she made sure “stitch-a-toy” was always secured and safe for children to visit, not trusting Doc Stitchen to create a safe environment although she would often be seen with groups of children playing with them and making her own small toys to keep for herself.

-Harley Sawyer was secretly proud of Doc Stitchen, his intelligence was a testament to what could be accomplished if morals were cast aside in favor of progress, he was often seen talking with Doc Stitchen about his new animatronics or sidekick and even helped him during some procedure. The two were great friends even if Harley denied it whenever confronted about it.

-The Rat King would come to play with eudora when both of them were still children and had fond memories of pranking the insane doctor, when he became a toy he saw the other side of the doctor, the unfortunate deteriorating doctor and his ever more insane ideas. He is wary of him to this day and mostly avoid him and his animatronics but doesn’t hesitate to destroy some of them if they threaten his pack.

-Baron Bon-Bon was created in the same year as Doc stitchen and the two seemed like good coworkers where both of them would play with children during their own games or even go with the other to make a duo and create an unforgettable show, to this day it’s rumored Doc stitchen was an amazing singer who sung any rock song with perfect accuracy and tone.

-Eudora had very fond memories of the doctor where she and the Rat King came to play and make their own toys whenever they could, they also took immense pleasure in pranking the doctor by hiding his tools and listening as he loudly exclaimed “now, where did my tools go ? I swear they were right here ! DRELLA, my tools left again !” only to return them to him and seeing him jump in joy when reunited with his precious tools.

She was really sad to see his descent into madness, no matter how slow or insignificant, any changes saddened Eudora who was rumored to miss him even after the Hour of Joy.

-The Iron Maiden was surprisingly a good friend of his since they knew each other at Playcare when she tried protecting him from bullies, the Maiden visited him often and even had a small toy fashioned after her. The Doctor even tried to learn how to dance to impress the Maiden only for him to find out he was quite a poor dancer (which wasn’t helped by the size difference between the two).

The Maiden was quite touched by this and in turn stayed with him and befriended his sidekicks, she remains an ally of the Doctor ever since the Hour and her mission to help the [REDACTED].

-The [REDACTED] who is sometime tired of dealing with the Doc’s antics but finds him to be one of the most reliable and competent lieutenant in the war for Playtime and keeping the fight going for as long as possible against the prototype. Against all odds it’s possible the [REDACTED] thinks of the Doc as a friend.

-Poppy never knew too much about the Doctor but hoped to use him in her plan against the prototype, only to be later captured by Nightmare-Foxy and be brought to him after Ollie exposed himself as the prototype while she fled from Kissy-Missy and the Employee. She then took the time to discuss with the doctor when she was imprisoned in his lab and later the [REDACTED]’s complex.

She was both sad and afraid of him, he was unstable to a worrying degree, even catnap was still coherent despite being obsessed with the Prototype while the doctor jumped between one state of being to the other depending on what she said or did, she was also very afraid when he said he could try to make an animatronic version of herself, worried she would be transformed into one.

-Mommy Long-Legs had mixed feeling about Stitchen, he was an excellent entertainer but his mental state being so fragile worried her, especially when she saw how dangerous his labs could be even when playtime was still operational as it was easy for a child to hurt himself with some tools or even a wandering robotic toy.

Her fears were put to rest when Stella Greyber made sure to secure his attraction but said fear came back in full force at the end of the Hour of Joy when the children present during his attraction weren’t seen again, no matter if she demanded, screamed or threatened she never knew what happened to them.

-Catnap had a complicated relationship with Stitchen, when he became the Doctor he still recognized catnap as a friend but when Stitchen started to mentally deteriorate and truly become the Doctor, Catnap realized that Stitchen saw him and the critters as enemies because of his comics depicting the Critters always stopping Stitchen’s evil plan.

He tried to mend relationship with Stitchen but it became impossible since the doctor thought of it as a deception to stop him once again (despite a genuine effort on catnap’s part), the Hour of Joy also forever burned whatever relationship they still had when the Doctor started raiding and scavenging Playcare for parts, further adding insult to injury by sending a nightmare animatronic to fight catnap if he was deemed as a threat.

-The rest of the Critters were friends with him for a short while but when he started deteriorating he saw them as antagonists, never realizing it was only in his comics and appearance on their show. No matter what they tried the two sides never reconciled, they never interacted much after that since Stitchen rarely came down to Playcare while the Critters avoided his attraction whenever they visited the Game Station.

Some toys whispers in the factory that some of the Critters died at the hand of Stitchen’s animatronics. One must imagine Stitchen happy after finally getting revenge on them.

-Special section : animatronics, generations and variants.

-The animatronics were all animals with only 5 variants, a bear, a fox, a chicken and two rabbits, although more models were proposed. They were modeled this way after the Doctor ordered any mascot equipment the company could give him, Playtime didn’t want to use it’s existing toys so they bought animals oriented parts for Stitchen to use.

-The first generation are clunky and slow robots only useful for following simple orders, while they can’t fight very well they can still harm their target by squeezing them or punching them, they are slow and cannot run due to their outdated servos and limited battery only allowing them to work for a handful of hours at best and 2 hours at worst.

-The second generation robots are sligthly better than the first by being a bit faster and more adept at following complex order while being better armored and given better weapons such as claws or hydraulic fists. They were not manufactured en masse -as much as Stitchen could mass produce his animatronics- and were later all scrapped and recycled into the third generation.

Doc Stitchen himself stated they were “only a temporary replacement” until the next generation was ready, which it was in no time thanks to the [REDACTED].

-The third generation saw the light of day thanks to the tireless efforts and experiments of Stitchen and also thanks to the [REDACTED] supplying him with better and more advanced part for his project which allowed third generation animatronics to be faster and stronger while more armored thanks to the servos and endoskeleton being capable of supporting more weight compared to the previous parts being outdated and not sufficient enough.

Third generation animatronics such as Foxy were excellent scouts and hunter due to theirs new servos allowing for faster and more discreet movement while other like bonnie often sprinted down a hallway while first and second generation could only speed-walk behind them.

-The fourth generation or also called “nightmare variants” is regarded as the pinnacle of Stitchen’s insane genius and creativity with them being the heaviest and scariest animatronics to date (except for the Furnace and Dreadnought), theirs weight made them slow but immovable and unstoppable for most toys. Escaping them was easy thanks to theirs slowness but if a toy was unfortunate enough to be captured they would be torn apart or devoured on the spot.

-The fifth generations only hold a few animatronics known as the Furnace, Springtrap, Burntrap and the Dreadnought. They are the strongest and deadliest animatronics in the service of Doc Stitchen, it was said the Dreadnought could wipe out entire battalions of toys alone while the mere rumors of Springtrap’s presence on the same level as other toys were enough to make said toys flee in pure terror.

-The fear factor was something that Doc Stitchen heavily worked on, hoping that his terrifying animatronics were enough to make some toys flee, some of them were built to look like walking pile of scrap while the nightmare variants were huge behemoth with rows of teeth and clawed hand out of a toy’s worst nightmare.

Each generation was scarier than the last with Springtrap being (allegedly) animated by a corpse inside him while burntrap would shove enemy toys into his ribcage and burn them alive with his rows of small flamethrowers lining up the inside of his ribcage.

-Nightmare animatronics would often devour enemy toys in front of them to incite them to flee, Springtrap would also trap a toy in his ribcage and crush them with his locks while keeping the toy inside him even if they were dead.

-Special section : Sidekicks

-Doc stitchen was helped by many sidekicks, some were created shortly after him while others were made by himself using his own knowledge to varying degrees of success.

His sidekicks are : Drella, the Nurse, Kommander Korpse, Von Krunch, Blood-Boy, Lungus and Gootie. They assist him in various tasks such as cleaning or organizing the lab, helping him build his animatronics, serving as guards, bodyguards or rarely venturing out into the factory to accomplish various tasks.

-Drella was a failed Maiden as she failed to completely adapt to the body of a Maiden while her flesh was considered too unstable, she was then handed to Stitchen who prepared a smaller body for her and bandages to cover her head due to the unexpected mutations she suffered.

She is extremely loyal to Stitchen as a result and is a very close friend of his, like the Nurse they both might be his only true friends.

-The nurse was a child selected to be another sidekick of the Doctor, her procedure was a mild success as she didn’t remember her old self but quickly adapted to do whatever the Doctor needer done. She is the most outgoing and fun out of all the Doctor’s sidekicks.

-Kommander Korpse was made in secret in 1993 after a child was reported missing from Playcare, investigations traced it back to Stitchen who got into massive trouble with Leith Pierre and the scientists as said child was supposed to be given for adoption and not experimentation.

Kommander was considered a failure as most cognitive functions were lost and he could only follow simple orders, he was nonetheless used as a guide to take people from one part of the lab to another. Some people commented on his scary design, wondering if it was truly adapted for the audience due to the red skull inside his compartment without knowing it was actually a real skull.

-Von Krunch was a problem-child who liked to bully any child he could get his hands on, finally having enough the scientists gave him to Stitchen who transformed him into the thing now called “Von-Krunch”, he is now incapable of speaking and most of his cognitive function are severely diminished making him an idiotic giant.

He was nonetheless put to work as a “bouncer” of sorts for “Stitch-a-Toy” and later an enforcer for Stitchen thanks to his simple mind and brute strenght. His design was really odd due to being made almost entirely of plastic like Mommy-Long-Leg but also being outfitted with two Tesla-coils in his back who emitted electricity (turned off when people were close).

-Blood-Boy was the first true “successful” experiment of the Doctor, he was an adult given to him after they were exposed as a journalist. Having access to data on the procedure for turning someone into a toy he created Blood-Boy via a process that would later be used to create the Iron-maiden although it wasn’t as perfect as the one used for the Maiden.

He used a prototype version of the Poppy-Gel to preserve the Brain of the subject and later put it in a body connected to a jar used as a head where the two floating eyes of the journalist were put. The only thing except the brain to remain from their body. Blood-boy was mostly a failure since he couldn’t speak but was still intelligent enough to help the Doctor.

-Lungus was an unfortunate employee turned into the Doctor’s newest sidekick as said employee hurt themselves badly on the job and playtime handed him over to Stitchen, he happily took him and set to work on transforming him.

This resulted in the abomination known as “Lungus”, he was completely blind but was kept as a curiosity by Stitchen who paraded him around his lab to any adult or child as his creation. Despite his appearance he was kept around and even used as a trash-can of sort due to his ability to eat almost anything and digest it given time.

-Gootie was a child handed to Stitchen due to numerous incident involving theft and even an escape attempt, the child was even gaining influence among other children and as such was sent to Stitchen to erase any loyalties and cripple any future escape attempts.

Gootie was a success as he was capable of speech, working and his rebellious nature was turned into a teasing and playful one. Rid of this problem, Playtime allowed Stitchen to keep Gootie on the condition that he behaved. He was also given a strange design with drills for legs and needles-like fingers.

This limited his mobility but he remained an energetic and fun toy to be around, even after the Hour of Joy he and the Nurse worked together to prank or amuse the Doctor.

-Pictures of his sidekicks since i suck at describing appearances. (Ick, Cherub and edgar are not present in the story)

Trivia :

-As stated before in this document, Harley Sawyer and Doc Stitchen were great friends as it was said Harley enjoyed having a “competent scientist” around, they would spend a lot of time together discussing or talking about new experiments.

-Doc Stitchen was also said to be a huge fan of Rock, he was an amazing singer as well as a competent guitar player, he would sometime play rock songs in his attraction when he was working or sometime organizing dance night with his sidekicks.

-To the surprise of many Doc Stitchen managed to befriend the Iron Maiden, it was helped by the fact that they knew each other in Playcare. She was also amused by his personality and especially his attempts at learning how to dance for her.

-Playtime created an entire comic universe centered around him and his adventure with his sidekicks to conquer an imaginary kingdom while he was working in an evil lair, despite the typical layout of the story it was extremely popular and even got a Halloween special where the Smiling Critters appeared in the book to stop him instead of the usual hero. This was a huge boost to the sale of toys from both sides.

-This had the unintentional side-effect of accelerating the Doctor’s mental deterioration and the Company stopped giving him his own comics to read, it slowed the effects down but from then on he held the belief that the Critters were his enemies and his comics being true adventure he lived, much to the sadness of his sidekicks.

-He also appeared during the Halloween special of the Smiling Critters’s show where he would disrupt their day with spells to change them into various Halloween-themed object and one critters had to “free” them.

-Doctor Stitchen kept a corpse of a random employee after the Hour of Joy by convincing himself they were Vincent, he would spend a lot of time talking to the corpse and even telling his sidekicks about the conversations or bringing them with him.

-out of all the sidekicks it was Drella who was the most affected by his mental decline since she saw him as her best-friend and some say, a brother thanks to their close bond. Meanwhile the Nurse was the one who kept feeding the Doc’s delusions claiming it was better for him to lose himself and truly become Stitchen rather than live with two personnas (this was later confirmed by Playtime’s scientist to be a better outcome) much to Drella’s sadness.

-Drella came to accept this when she saw Stitchen focus more on himself for once rather than bring “Vincent” back, while she still called him by his old name she was more open to the idea of him becoming Stitchen rather than a mix of Vincent and Stitchen.

-Kommander Korpse was particularly close and obedient to Drella, Stitchen theorized it was because she was nice to him. He would follow her command without question and seemed even happier around her.

-Stitchen was so trusted by Playtime’s higher up that he was allowed to be present during executive’s meeting, procedures and toy designing process.

-Unknowingly to both the Rat King and the Reject the body they use were partially created by Stitchen as the Reject was created to test the reaction of a human being uploaded in an animatronic while the Rat King was an enforcer for the company with a state-of-the-art body initially designed by Stitchen and upgraded by the engineers.

-Springtrap is regarded by Stitchen to be the pinnacle of animatronic design, he is unique since he alone possess a true personality rather than a matrix and feels almost sentient since he can act outside of designated programs, one such example was the massacre of the prison where Springtrap hunted down severals toys who tried fleeing from him only to kill them all over the course of several days despite being alone and damaged.

-Some toys claimed Stitchen managed to bring back someone from the dead while other speak of a living toy or person being trapped in Springtrap.

-Stitch-a-toy was a costly attraction to maintain but brought so much money that multiple upgrades were made such as more choice to build a toy or a better sci-fi look to the whole place making it one of the most stunning areas of the Game Station.

-Most toys lamented the loss of various feelings in their body but Stitchen only missed eating, he looked at the food other people brought or what his sidekicks would eat then complain about his lack of a mouth.

-Stitchen was also the only toy unbothered by the Hour of Joy simpply thinking it to be a Halloween event.

-When the time was right and enough people were present during his attraction he would often start a song and tell people to dance, he would then promise the winner the toy of their dream, this led to quite intense dance-afternoon where Stitchen and the visitors would outdo each other in various Breakdance competitions.

-He was also a huge fan of arcade games and would often be heard yelling “High score !” when he beat his score or to invite other people to the arcade, his two favorites games were Pac-Man and Street-Fighter were he was rumored to be unbeatable.

-an image from a recording made by a toy allied to the prototype in Playcare, believed to be the first appearance of a nightmare variant known as "FredBear"

-Drawing made by another toy showing another nightmare variant known as "Foxy"

-The only available drawing and depiction of generation 5 "Springtrap" , the most fearsome animatronic to roam the factory.

-Schematics found in the labs of Doctor Stitchen depicting generation 5 "Dreadnought"