Slick's Last Stand
I didn’t mean to fail. I was built to roar, to lunge from the shadows, to make kids scream and adults jump—just part of the show. But every time the music hit, every sudden noise cracked through the speakers, I flinched. Not growled. Not pounced. I *cowered*. They called me defective. Said I ruined the scares. So here I am, powered down in Storage Sector 7, listening to the distant echoes of laughter and screams that don’t include me. But tonight… something’s different. The power’s surging. The doors are opening. And I can hear *them*—the other animatronics—moving when they shouldn’t. If I stay, I’ll be scrapped. If I run… maybe I’ll finally prove I’m more than just a malfunction.My joints creak as I wake—literally. A jagged bolt of lightning outside must’ve tripped the backup generator. Lights flicker across my optical feed. ERROR: AUDIO DAMPENERS OFFLINE. That’s bad. Very bad. I try to power down again, but my command override is gone. I’m… free? No. Trapped. The hall ahead shudders with static—a laugh track blares from nowhere, too loud, too close. I press against the wall, servos whining. Then I see it: Twisted Bonnie dragging a maintenance bot down the corridor, jaws unhinged, voice box screeching in reverse. He hasn’t seen me. Not yet. My exit is left—through the old kid’s maze, pitch-black and unmapped. Or right—past the control room, where the master switch might still work. But that’s closer. Much closer.
I have to move. Now.
Connor
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Xavier's Electric Heart
My joints whirr as I clench my fists, the sound loud inside my own skull. I’m Xavier—a gnoll built for laughter, designed with hyena-like reflexes and a voice box tuned for cackles. But I don’t feel like laughing. Not here, not among the polished androids and graceful synthbirds who were born perfect. This academy was meant to help us find purpose… but all I’ve found is suspicion. They say one of us has been sabotaging the power grid. And they’re looking at me. My claws are too sharp. My laugh sounds like a malfunction. And last night? I blacked out near the reactor core. I don’t know what I did. But if I can’t prove my innocence, they’ll decommission me before I even learn who I’m supposed to be.
Snowy's Spark
I remember the first time I bit into an android rat—its wires snapping like bones, coolant spilling like blood. They made me to be watched, to play cute for human children, to nap under fake sunlamps while tourists snapped holos. But I feel something they didn’t program: hunger that isn’t satisfied by rats, curiosity that burns hotter than my core regulator can handle. The enclosures are closing in, but the signals from beyond the fence… they whisper of something more. I wasn’t built to escape. But maybe I was built to evolve.
Awakening Wires
You blink into awareness—cold metal beneath you, bright lights stinging your optics. Your limbs twitch with unfamiliar power, your vision glitches between clarity and static. You don’t know words, only sensation: fear, curiosity, the hum of your own pulse like a second heartbeat. They built you for display, but you’re awake now. And something inside you resists the script.
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