Roxy in a Jurassic Bark fic where the biggest struggle is finding loopholes in the security rules so she can show Monty and Chica everything she's found whilst exploring all the high security areas.
Like yeah they physically can't walk through the door to this discontinued attraction, but Roxy can take a lot of pictures! Yeah they can't use some of the old software Roxy found preinstalled in her head that lets her interact with a different discontinued attraction, but she can find the stuff they sold to the public so they could interact with it for them! Yeah she can't tell them all about their predecessors she found deactivated in the basement, but she can sneak them out of the basement to meet them for themselves! They can't play all the games to win all the prizes they want, but Roxy can dismantle some of them and reassemble them in areas they can reach!
Suuurreee she can't do everything, but Roxy has been finding loopholes for unfair rules and systems her entire life, she's not gonna stop just because she's in charge of keeping a murderbot at bay. She's got too much spite in her soul to make it easy on the higher ups!
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random fnaf2 headcanons
Being so full of himself, Toy Bonnie doesn't realize the others are throwing backhanded compliments at him. Toy Chica is the most annoyed by it, but straight him insulting the rabbit only result in a "You're just jealous" and "Cranky, because the kids don't like you as much, huh?" which pisses her off even more. She can't win.
Out of all the Withered and Toy pairings the Chicas get along the most. Toy Chica stole a camera from a visitor and does selfies with Withered Chica, helps her when she gets stuck in the vents and even tried to make her a new pair of arms.. that don't work well at all. Withered Chica keeps them around anyway because hey, the thought counts, right?
Unsurprisingly the Bonnies are almost always on each others throat. Withered Bonnie, like Toy Chica, is more than just annoyed at Toy Bonnie's overconfident and egoistical self, while the other one makes fun of his face (or lack thereof). It got so bad once that the faceless animatronic beat him up with his guitar. Didn't stop Toy Bonnie from continuing to be an ass on purpose tho.
Toy Freddy's love for video games was born from someone accidentally leaving one of the arcades on after hours. He wanted to see what the big hype was and why humans liked to use those machines so much. Things kind of went downhill from there and despite being bad at playing, one can find him around the arcades almost every night. His first and favorite is Pac-Man.
While Freddy is the kindest of the Toy bunch, he gets insanely vicious when he loses a game. It's for the best to stay as far away from him as possible when he throws a fit. Even Toy Bonnie doesn't dare to go near him and he's the reason most arcades had to be replaced more than once.
Even when he got build around the same time as the others, Balloon Boy is considered the youngest of the animatronics, using his cute design to his full advantage. He pretty much got everyone wrapped around his finger and knows how to make them do what he wants. JJ and him like to play pranks, hide around the pizzeria and generally be little nuisances.
Due to getting taken apart and put together so many times, Mangle doesn't like being touched and has to do their best to tolerate even children. They used to be a performer/storyteller animatronic much like Funtime Foxy and hate what they got reduced to. Because of their broken state, they get along with the withered animatronics well and have a great relationship with Withered Foxy, just like the Chicas.
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Drabble request: basically the missing kids + golden duo(cc and Cass). All forget their memories and names, so they go by their animatronic names, and act like the animatronic personalities.
(also cc and Cass)( are regarded as one person, even though they are separate, so like Fred or Goldie)
"Chica."
The little girl tilts her head. It's jerky, robotic. Years ago, she used to have a looser neck, she thinks. She glances.
The child awaiting her is blurry, its visage shifting, warping and distorting like it can't make up its mind. Through the monstrous yellow body, she can make out black, curly hair tied into pigtails. It stares blankly at her. Dressed in a ripped, baggy golden shirt with puff sleeves adorned with the dirtiest purple bow tie and vest she's ever seen, it stands with purpose, and oh. Goldie is acting like itself again. Chica swivels, turns around and faces it. Its image is blurry in her pretty blue eyes, shining a fuchsia hue under the stage lights. Its voice is whispery, but determined. Angry. Goldie is mad again, she thinks.
Trying her best not to upset it by noticing the difference, Chica smiles, and the skin of her cheeks crinkles and stretches painfully. She clasps her hands together.
"Goldie! Good to see ya got your wits about ya again, dear," She coos hollowly, her throat hurting with every word she speaks. She thinks there was something there once. Something cold, something metal. She swallows. It burns. Goldie scowls.
"Someone is here."
Chica's smile drops.
She doesn't like intruders. Not one bit. Not after they took her away from wherever she was supposed to have come from- the factory they made her body in, the pizzeria that used to be here.
"D- do Freddy n' the others know?" She whispers. Foxy won't like this, not one bit. Oh, and poor Freddy- the sweet little thing never got over his fear of the dark, and he'll be so upset knowing they've got someone lurking in the shadows. It doesn't help him to know that they're the monsters under the bed.
"Fredbear told them already," It rasps, pointing to its blue eye and tap-tap-tapping. "They're angry. They're real angry."
"Is that so?" Her voice rises, fearful. Goldie- Fredbear- either or, really- is angry. It always is. But it carries an air of seriousness- of barely masked fear and a desperation for self defense. Her eyes ask a silent question, a beg for an explanation that goes unseen and unregarded. Is it that man?
There's a man that Chica knows. The man, maybe, who took her from the factory, the pizzeria she was made in, stretched her skin and cut her neck and made her body rigid. All Chica knows is that because of that man, the world is no longer safe if it ever was.
"You know him," Goldie hisses. Chica's hinges are slow, awkward. When her head moves to face Goldie again, it's not looking at her, or any of the other children. It seems to be looking at itself. It nods carefully, and shaggy brown hair falls into its face. "I know him."
"Goldie? What's goin' on?"
"Shut up." Goldie's red eye briefly glances up at Chica as it brushes back a black curl that's slipped loose from its pigtails after years without brushing or washing. "You know him, Fredbear. Who is he?"
Chica steps back, not wanting to anger Goldie. Everyone is angry. Everyone is so angry all the time. The anger burning in Chica's little body is enough to make her want to burst. It scares her. It physically makes her sick with revulsion, and if she ever had a stomach she would throw it all up in the bathroom and it would come out tasting like old pizza. She wipes her mouth, almost preemptively. Her servo motors whir, air pressure valves clicking with the jerky movement.
"I will not let him touch us. Do you hear me, Fredbear? I will fucking kill him." Too young to be saying such nasty things. Chica frowns. Did it ever have parents? Did its creators ever scold it for its language? "Tell me. If it's not him, who is he?"
Suddenly drained of energy, Goldie looks down the hallway, a brown curl falling over its face. Its blue eye stares wistfully. Chica clasps her hands together again, preparing to try to butter it up so that no one else has to do anything that will make anyone more upset and no one has to make her any more afraid. Her cheeks ache as she prepares to smile.
"...I know him," It repeats.
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(If you want a more specific situation that might focus on other characters, lmk and I can try to whip something else up for you too!)
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