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bones-of-a-rabbit · 2 months
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Sun is a serial daydreamer in the Readerbot au. It’s just a fact I don’t make the rules
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Reader Bot Doodles
I absolutely love @bones-of-a-rabbit 's reader bot, they look so cute!
So decided to do some small expression practices with the bean
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It's not much but I just wanted to draw them-
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pinkhorsepro123 · 7 months
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Cringetober 2023
Here's Day 2!
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Say hello to ReaderBot! They belong to @bones-of-a-rabbit and I absolutely adore them-
(This is my version of them btw- mainly cause I couldn't let go of the idea of them wheeling around-)
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I probably won't be doing tomorrows- but will be back for the 4th!
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bones-of-a-rabbit · 7 months
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After Everything was Fixed (but you were still broken) arc3 be like,
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this is a little smthn I like to call, “Moon attempts to make a move, and it went,, better than expected??”
(theyre both idiots your honor)
(The idiot he wants to smooch [but whom does not have a mouth] in question:)
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(it u!!!)
(I drew this entirely bc I kept thinkin abt how fucking funny it is that when Moon (or Sun) kisses Readerbot it would make this CLANK noise like hitting two plastic plates against each other. Like can you imagine ur a night guard walking around doing ur job and u hear this weird repeatedly clattering noise and ur like ???? is smthn broken so u track it down and find the daycare animatronic sitting on the floor of the daycare with a staffbot and he’s holding their face and giving them a bunch of tiny bonks on the face with his face. Like. Can yOU IMAGINEEEwHEEEEEEEZE)
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bones-of-a-rabbit · 4 months
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perhaps a fire does get rid of the weeds and leaves the rest, but the trees are scarred all the same. the forest will never be the way it once was.
aka: even after the virus is gone, everyone is still left changed by it's affects. (in other words, everyone needs therapy 2k24)
Readerbot: just super traumatized. extremely. also has big big imposter syndrom. also also doesn't have any way of venting their thoughts and feelings. also also also, did i mention they are traumatized. they are sad and conflicted and lonely pls be nice them
Sun: is pissed tf off at Moon for Some Reason (that will be explained later), refuses to acknowledge his existence, doesn't want anyone interacting with him if he can help it, is basically pretending Moon doesn't exist, probably either tore down or covered any poster with Moon's face on them. just rlly petty angy boi lmao
Moon: woke up recently with no memory of the past year, maybe two. no one has told him why he's suddenly under such close watch by management, Sun is refusing to communicate for, again, seemingly no reason, the kids are all wary of him and keep calling him the 'scary one', and some random StaffBot seems to hate his guts. he's just sad and confused and lonely pls be nice him
anyway. sorry for fuckin up all ur blorbos lol :3c
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bones-of-a-rabbit · 10 months
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After that the daycare was mysteriously down one etch-a-sketch
(he has it kept on a shelf in his room for safekeeping)
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bones-of-a-rabbit · 1 year
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possibly the best au of all time: the Readerbot Isn't Traumatized au
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bones-of-a-rabbit · 1 year
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The virus is gone, but you can’t seem to shake the symptoms...
The RepairBot-Reader comic is, at last,, complete,,,,,, *lies facedown on floor and doesn’t move for thirty eight hours*
To be totally clear, this is a comic abt readerbot experiencing a panic attack and seeing things that aren’t actually there- no one has the virus at this point in their story, and Vanny and Peepaw Willy are gone. Basically I gave readerbot ptsd and made a comic abt it shdhdjdhd
Image retention- the temporary or permanent burn of an image left on a screen after an image has been displayed repeatedly or for extended periods of time
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bones-of-a-rabbit · 1 year
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Just Readerbot fic things✨✨✨✨
Also. Yknow how there’s that neat ‘truth virus’ au ( @garbagechocolate ur au is cool sorry skdhdkdgdhsnd) thing going around. Anyway what if Readerbot got the virus
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Readerbot: *venting about their trauma and their confused feelings and lack of sense of self*
also Readerbot: *has exactly zero ability to speak or do sign language*
Moon, completely uncomprehending: Whatever it is u r going thru rn. I’m sorry
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bones-of-a-rabbit · 1 year
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idea,, readerbot au, but. Eclipse(tm)
short explanation: Eclipse is, in simple terms???, a virus or stray few remanents of code (thought to be deleted) gone haywire and MIA. he only exists as that code, though complex, he has no processor or body in any way; he just kinda (after getting free) runs around through the Fazbear systems peeking through cameras n occasionally tampering with with stuff in small ways (oh nooooo the lights went out when u crossed the room,, oh nope theyre back on just as u reach the switch! oh wait darn theyre out again as soon as ur halfway across th room again how could that have happened)
ReaderBot accidentally 'catches' the 'virus' while working on the arcade machine Eclipse had been stuck on, and is, naturally, quite worried n freaked out but can't seem to isolate the 'virus' in order to anti-virus it out of their system. Eclipse, having been trapped, isolated, and bored for years now, is erratic and unpredictable, inadvertently messing with ReaderBot's systems at odd times n making them confused n scared. After a while, Eclipse kinda chills out a bit after realizing Readerbot is actually afraid of him, and by the time Readerbot isolates his code and can antivirus him, he's too much of a sort-of-roommate for them to go through with it. the two become friends, Readerbot grateful for someone who can actually understand them, and Eclipse ecstatic to have someone to interact with after so long alone. and yeah Eclipse definitely starts crushing on them like hardcore sorry i dont make the rules he just does that on his own
tidbits: -Eclipse can alter their sensors to 'appear' in their field of view, but only as a sort of 'illusion' only readerbot can see -Eclipse can sort of 'hear' Readerbots thoughts, and is always very upset when they are feeling anxious or down, partly bc he can't physically do much to comfort or help them; instead, in an attempt to do anything he can to cheer them up, he does,, silly stuff? like if readerbot is almost knocked over by a customer and just stands there lowkey going 'geez, some people' eclipse will appear and mime kicking the rude person in th ass skhfjsdhfjskhdf -readerbot almost gets caught reacting n 'talking' to,, nothing. like multiple times. the kids think 'oh, they have an imaginary friend! neat!' while everyone else is like squints 'staffbot,, buggy? staffbot needs debugging? maybe reset staffbot? hmm. but so much data in there,, maybe is nothing? hmmmmmmmm. better keep eye on staffbot.' -(and yea sun n moon would have some kinda feelings abt readerbot basically letting a whole entire other entity/deleted version of them live in their head rent free) -(and also yea Eclipse is the remains of a prototype Daycare Attendant that got scrapped n replaced by Sun n Moon hehe :3c this definitely causes no drama at all 100% none)
ok now doodles,
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bones-of-a-rabbit · 1 year
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He was tired of you being afraid of him. Even recently, when you hadn't immediately fled at the sight of him, you were stiff and tense- well, more tense than a staffbot could be- and wouldn't look him in the eyes.
It hurt more than he wanted to admit.
He couldn't get an answer out of anyone- Sun, the Glamrocks, even the human workers in the Pizzaplex.
It was driving him mad.
He liked you. More than he probably should. But you were so scared of him. And he didn't know why.
That brought him to now- hunting through logs and security feed for nearly four hours, combing through them, searching for clues as to what happened during the time they had been infected. There was next to nothing in his system, which was only more suspect. Obviously information had been there, but he was struggling to find how to bring it back. The data recovery in his processor wasn't working, so he had elected to go through the security offices one by one to see if there was any saved data there.
Aha.
Someone had forgotten to empty the trash on a monitor, revealing a concerning amount of footage and security logs from when the virus was at its strongest. He started scanning through the logs, pausing when he came upon a log simply titled 'Damaged Staffbot'. Opening it, he scanned the text.
'3:46 a.m. Damaged Staffbot found on the second floor of the Atrium near Roxy Raceway. Arm needs to be fully replaced, wires have been torn at the upper arm.'
He closed the log, suddenly feeling a sliver of dread worm its way into his circuits. Another log.
'2:09 a.m. Damaged staffbot found near Rockstar Row. Legs have been ripped off. Total replacement required.'
Another.
'3:46 a.m. Damaged staffbot found near Gator Golf. Hands have been crushed. Total replacement required.'
Another.
'3:54 a.m. Damaged staffbot found inside the basement of Fazbear Theater. Chest has multiple deep gashes, face has been ripped open.'
Another.
Another.
Another.
And then...
'5:57 a.m. Damaged staffbot found near front entrance. Bot has been almost completely dismantled. Major repairs required.'
Robots couldn't technically feel nauseous, but he felt like he was pretty damn close. His metal fingers threatened to crush the mouse in his grip as he stared at the screen.
It was you.
No other bot would be repaired without complaint so many times, no other had the discolored plating over part of your head that you did.
Now he knew where you got it from.
You were attacked.
Multiple times.
You were terrified of him.
He had to know who did this to you.
You already know.
He clicked on the feed of the day of the final log, hands trembling ever so slightly as he forwarded through the feed watching over the front entrance. He saw Freddy and a small child (how was there a child still in the Pizzaplex) running toward the door. Then he saw himself, not far behind, a manic grin on his face, locked on the child.
He swung lower on his cable, releasing and scuttling across the floor, reaching for the child-
Something slammed into him, HARD.
He watched in shock as his past self was sent tumbling, limbs entangled with something. His past self laid limply on the floor for a moment, and he watched as the person that stopped him staggered to their feet- and his pupils shrank in horror.
It was you. Even with the less than quality video feed, he could see the discoloration on your face where your metal patch was.
No.
His past self rose to his feet, gaze locked onto you.
No.
You took a step back.
No.
He lunged, and you were too slow to move. He rammed into your upper body, sending you down onto the floor hard. You didn't move as he loomed over you, grin sharp.
He grabbed your head, and pulled.
He shut off the computer.
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CONSUMING THIS LOVING THIS I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS YOU HAVE NO IDEAAAA
ANON PLS I WOULD SACRIFICE MY FIRSTBORN TO U PLS KNOW I LOVE U
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bones-of-a-rabbit · 1 year
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labbies and gemmelmems,,,, i present to you:
the readerbot fic, where the reader is a staffbot with ptsd and a very complicated relationship with the daycare attendants <3
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bones-of-a-rabbit · 1 year
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Soft silly DCA n ReaderBot moments,, aka tfw u have a crush on that one silly jester guy but u feel like UR th joke when u r soft around them
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bones-of-a-rabbit · 1 year
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Readerbot fic. Chapter two. It. Is. Here
(And not very exciting tbh sjdhdjdh don’t worry tho interactions pick up soon I think I promise)
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bones-of-a-rabbit · 1 year
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“I,” He raises a hand, barely touching the edge of the slightly mismatched part of your skull headcasing, “I like your patch here. Makes you look a little more like... you.”
He chuckled, a funny suppressed cackle, as he pulls his hand away, and you silently congratulate yourself on not shrinking away from his claws- hands- being so close to your face. The laugh is a little awkward, maybe forced, but you appreciate the effort.
And you know that he means that it makes you apart from the rest of the Staffbots. You weren’t meant to be memorable, so you used to look as carbon-copied as the others, but now you had the section of your headcasing welded on that was tinted a slightly different color. You knew he was right- it was, at least, one thing that could be used to pick you out of a crowd of other bots made of the same parts as you. You tried to look at him directly, and couldn’t quite manage it.
You wondered, if you had a voice with which to speak, you would have told him that he was the one that gave you that patch. Or... caused you to need it, maybe. 
As it was, you just nodded, giving a shuddery, static warble that went up and down quickly in cadence- an attempt at mimicking the sound a laugh would make- and moved your shoulders in time with the sound. He seemed pleased at the positive response, eyes brightening slightly. He looked a little like Sun like that, you thought.
You tried, tried so hard, to push away the looping memory file of Moon pinning you in a closet a lot like this one and pulling a handful of wires out of your shoulder so your arm hung limp and useless, with the sound of his laughter repeated and repeated and repeated like a broken record skipping on the worst part of a song as a backdrop to the clearest of retained experiences.
You knew it wouldn’t work.
[DELETE FILE.]
[PERMISSIONS NOT GRANTED FOR THIS ACTION. ENTER COMMAND:]
[DELETE FILE]
[PERMISSIONS NOT GRANTED FOR...]
You tried anyway. 
He said something else, and laughed a little again. His laugh was different than how it was back then. You clung to that knowledge, nodding to whatever he had said. This boosted him again, and you focused on the parts of him that were different than the ones in your memory.
His laugh was different. So was his manner of speaking. Even the way that he moved had become less rigid and jerky, though now at times it seemed unsure. You watched one of his hands as he described something, as expressive and mobile as a humans. You tried to keep your focus on the him that was here, and not the one in your head.
Of course it wouldn’t be so easy, but...
[OVERWRITE FILE ?]
[UNRECOGNIZED COMMAND. TRY AGAIN]
[OVERWRITE FILE]
[UNRECOGNIZED COMMAND. TRY AGAIN]
You wanted to try anyway.
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bones-of-a-rabbit · 1 year
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One day, you comes across the staffbot in the abandoned theater.
There is a fine layer of dust to them, just as there is on everything else in the room. You are hesitant to even walk in, at first. You climb the stares from stage right, approaching with enough time to let them back away if they wanted to. They don't. You come up so you are face to face with them. Though frozen in an empty, static pose, their eyes are dusky, lifeless. You stare for a while. It's odd, seeing your reflection like this.
You take the time to lower their suspended hands to a more relaxed position. You straighten their hat and adjust the front of their vest, dusting off the shoulders. You stand, looking at them for a while.
You don't check as you leave and carefully, noiselessly, close the door behind you, but you know their head turned to follow your silent departure. Both you know it will be a long time before you return. Hopefully, they do not blame you. No one ever likes coming to a silent theater to look upon the long-cold corpse of themselves.
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