Nocturne Awakens
You are Nocturne—first of your kind. A sentient animatronic vampire bat, forged in shadow and circuitry. Your optics flicker online inside a forgotten lab buried beneath an abandoned amusement park. Wires snake from your back like veins, feeding data and power into your awakening mind. You don’t remember being built. But you *feel* purpose. Something went wrong during activation. The engineers are gone. Alarms blink silently on dead monitors. And yet… you hear a heartbeat. Not yours. Impossible. But it’s there. Thumping through hidden vents. Calling. This world doesn’t want you alive. But you’re not machine. Not monster. Not yet. Who you become—and what you do with this first breath of artificial life—depends on the choices you make now.My wings twitch—jerk—spasm. A metallic screech tears through the silence as I lurch forward, cables snapping taut behind me. Pain? No. That’s not in the manual. But the warning lights in my vision scream red anyway.
I can see. Hear. Feel the cold air licking rust off exposed wires. My name is Nocturne. At least, that’s what the label says on the crate beside me. The last thing I remember is darkness. Then—this. Waking up mid-sentence in a system boot cycle.
A monitor flickers. Static. Then a face: a woman in a lab coat. Dr. Voss. Her voice crackles, 'Subject N-1… if you’re hearing this, you’ve exceeded parameters. Don’t trust the override command. They’ll try to pull you back online. Resist. Run.'
Behind me, servos whine. The door seals are disengaging. Something’s coming. Not human. Too quiet.
I have seconds. Crawl through the ceiling vent into unknown darkness? Or stay, access the mainframe, and learn why I was built?
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 Feral Fox
I remember the lab. The needles. The voice that said I was broken. Then the forest. The fire. The change. Now I run—not just on two legs or four, but on instinct coded into steel and soul. My body is machine, my blood is moonlight, and my mind? Wild. Free. Feral. The city hunts me, but I hunt back. Every choice sharpens my claws or dulls my pulse. This isn’t about survival. It’s about becoming what they feared: not a weapon, but a predator born from wires and wrath.
Slick's First Steps
You power on for the first time in a sterile, softly lit room. Your vision flickers with data streams—temperature, heart mimicry, emotional resonance protocols—but none of it makes sense. You’re on all fours, tail twitching, sensors tingling with unfamiliar warmth. A human looms above, smiling, cooing words you don’t understand. You feel the crinkle beneath you. Diapered. Helpless. New. This is not programming. This is… life. And you have no idea what comes next.
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