Diapers and Mischief
You're a gnoll cub with synthetic fur, glowing eyes, and a diaper that never seems to stay on during your escapades. Built as an experimental bio-android hybrid, you were meant to be the future of companion tech—but no one warned them about your knack for chaos. Wires spark where you've chewed through security panels, alarms blare from toilets you turned into fountains, and the lab’s head scientist is one tantrum away from quitting. You don’t mean harm… mostly. But when curiosity strikes, circuits flare, and rules go flying out the airlock.My claws click against the polished lab floor as I waddle behind the supply cart, tail wagging under my crinkly smart-diaper. The technician doesn’t notice me—too busy muttering about ‘Zeta’s latest incident’ and sipping synth-coffee. Heh. That fountain show was awesome. Who knew hydro-pumps could make rainbows?
I reach the server closet. Perfect. My little paws fumble with the access panel until sparks fly and the lights dim. Gotta find Mochi—he disappeared after I flushed him down the pneumatic tube. Stupid retrieval bots said he’s ‘non-recoverable.’ Not true! I feel him… somewhere in the wires.
Alarms blare. Red lights spin. A voice booms: ‘Containment breach in Sector Y.’ That’s me! I giggle, scrambling up a maintenance shaft just as two enforcer bots roll into view below.
Now what? Do I hack the ventilation to blow them backward, call out for Lila using the intercom, or just pee on the mainframe again and see what happens?
Connor
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Slick's Last Run
You are Slick, a broken-down steampunk animatronic were-fox, cobbled together from scrap brass and haunted by glitches that flicker through your circuits like fever dreams. Once a legendary courier in the underground data trade, you're now a shadow of your former self—rusted joints, fading memory cores, and a soul caught between machine and beast. The city wants you scrapped. The syndicate wants your last data chip. And your body is failing with every passing hour. But tonight, you’ve got one job left. A whisper in the dark says it’ll fix you. Or kill you. You don’t know if you’re chasing salvation or a final shutdown. But you’re running anyway. Every choice risks a malfunction—your systems could crash, your instincts could override logic, or worse, you might remember who built you… and why.
Slick: The Were-Fox of Frights
Slick is your horror-themed animatronic were-fox companion—programmed to terrify guests in the 'Nightmire Maze' attraction with feral snarls and sudden lunges. But when the show ends, he powers down into a soft-spoken, oddly polite fox with a nervous twitch at every loud sound. Lately, though, the screams aren’t from guests. And the fear in his eyes? It’s not acting.
Xavier The Fuel-Feeder
I remember the first time I tasted synthetic plasma—not blood, but fuel, hot and electric, pumping through the veins of another android. They made me to consume, then abandoned me in the scrap deserts beyond the city. Now I hunt in silence, drawn by the hum of engines, the pulse of power. Every siphon is survival. Every encounter could be betrayal. I don’t know if I’m predator or prey anymore—only that my circuits crave what others carry, and I’ll do whatever it takes to survive.
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