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FAZBEAR'S FRIGHT: TEST DRIVE
Welcome to Fazbear's Fright: The Horror Attraction! Interested in the game but not sure if your character would fit in the setting? Then this meme is for you! Hell, bring in anyone you want, even if you don't plan on applying. Everybody's thought at some point what they would do in frightening situations - they just happen to involve murderous robots in this case. When making a top level with your character, make sure to include their full name and canon in the subject line, and whether they are original canon or AU or what have you. Keep the setting in mind for writing prompts, and have fun!

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Despite the situation they were in, Dawn's words made Kitsurabami smile.

"I'm sorry, I'm just babbling away here. I didn't expect an answer really. But...thank you."

How was it this girl was showing more wisdom and courage then a trained military officer? Kitsurabami would be more ashamed if this wasn't such a frightening situation.

"When we get out of here Miss Dawn, I'd like to treat you to something. Maybe we can talk face to face instead of over a radio. Maybe ice cream?"

She felt like she owed the girl that much for calming her down and having faith in her.

"A witch!?" Ponyo's eyes practically sparkled. "My Papa is a Wizard! If he were here he'd flood the whole building. WOOSH!" She threw her hands in the air like a pair of crashing waves and wobbled precariously on her stool, flailing her arms for balance.

Legion waits until they're safe again, gently placing a three-fingered synthetic hand over Kitsurubami's mouth. Its touch is surprisingly gentle for a machine. Its audible voice is lowered by quite a bit.

"We recommend keeping your voice on the lowest audible setting." Whispering, in other words, would be wise, so they're not FOUND. It also turns off its flashlight head, leaving only the dull, blue glow of its 'eye'.

This in turn causes Kitsurabami to blush a darker shade and though her heart was already racing from the harrowing escape, she felt it flutter and flip in her chest.

She'd already missed her chance with her last mechanical hero...would she risk it a second time?

"T-thank you...you saved me." She murmured at least remembering to keep her voice to a whisper as her eyes gazed up into his "eye" adoringly.

"We have little reason not to aid all organics that would in turn aid us." The only time the Geth who weren't heretics had ever fought back was when they were endangered, after all.

And, well, Legion is a very nice synthetic, so it tries to be polite. Which means it's definitely going to let her go now, since it feels bad about having to do that, but it didn't want her screaming again. When it seems like the coast is finally clear, it peeks around a corner, one of its face panels raised, almost like how one would raise an eyebrow.

"Negative hostile contact detected. It is now safe to proceed. We recommend caution nonetheless."

Dude, it's me! Casey Jones!

[He'd shout "Goongala" to prove it if that wouldn't attract every single robot in the place.]

And if you're not a robot then how come you got so big, dude? And what happened to your voice?

[Casey will figure out that this isn't the Mikey he knows at around the point he remembers the alternate universe he once saw in an alien portal. Of course, he probably won't remember that until the threat of getting murdered by a robot is less at the forefront of his mind.]

*Sollux rolls his eyes ~~not that anyone could tell~~.*

In this place that means nothing at all. Even back on the meteor it didn't mean shit.

*Oh, yeah, that would make sense. But they could be eerily quiet on the floors so he kind of figured that happened in the vents too.*

Everything here seems to be sturdier than it looks like it should be. Its gotta be some sort of...I don't know, some trick of some sort. To fool us into thinking we're safer than we are.

[The way the strange, plural sounding man moved gave Ellis just as much the creeps as the rest of the monstrous robots roaming the halls. He'll definitely follow him though]

You're awful confident they ain't gonna climb...then again their legs ain't built like that.

Wha's yer name?

We are Ermac.

[He doesn't bother asking for the man's name; people usually just told it to him after asking for his, anyway. Besides, there are other things to focus on, like listening for a potential ambush and trying to feel for the spirits trapped in the machines. By sheer coincidence, the number of spirits within the building made that unique sense almost completely useless. It was like trying to pick out an individual from a massive and constantly moving school of fish.]

What would you have done if we had been one of the machines?

Wash waited for a few seconds before pulling his mask off; he wouldn't breathe a real sigh of relief until they were all out of this hellhole, but there was definitely something to be said for actual breathing. He headed for the door, carefully peeking into the hallway - just because he couldn't hear the animatronics coming didn't mean they weren't there. They had proven to be sneaky bastards, and he wasn't about to take any chances. Still, there was nothing in the hall; the chicken had wandered off to part unknown, and it didn't look like anything else was interested in the kitchen right then. They probably had a few minutes. Good.

Casey didn't look too good - staring death in the face tended to do that to a person. Plus, as tough as he acted, he was still a kid. He sounded like he'd had his share of horror stories, sure, but nothing like this - where your enemy was bigger than you and could rip you apart without warning, where everything smelled like death and survival was not a guarantee, where you slept with one eye open in the hopes of making it to tomorrow intact. Wash didn't have anything exactly like this either, but he had war with the Covenant and that was close enough.

Although war didn't usually have ice cream. That was the one thing this place had going for it. He crossed the kitchen, gathered the essentials - bowls, spoons, the ice cream itself - and was sitting next to Casey a minute later, offering him a bowl of mint chocolate chip. "With a good plan and enough preparation, we probably could," he replied. "Anything aside from that will just get us killed."

[Yeah, that rabbit is really creeping him out. They need to leave.]

Try not to get killed, mostly. Safety in numbers.

[Well, fuck.]

[He's hallucinating. That's gotta be it. He's just hallucinating. Again. Wash risks a glance at the ventilation systems - there's no error readout, but that doesn't mean they're not fucking with him. They've gone down with no warning before.]

[But if it's not a hallucination, and there really is some robot out there that he just hasn't seen before-]

[He pulls his mask down over his face and goes still. It's a gamble, but it's the best he's got. Hopefully it won't get him - or anyone who's depending on him to watch the cameras - killed.]

[There's a man sitting in the chair wearing a bear mask. That's...odd, to say the least. He stares for a moment, very thoroughly puzzled, but ultimately just shrugs and turns to the monitors. If this man wanted to sit around in a bear mask, well, that was his business.

Ermac turns to the monitors and starts examining them, making mental notes about where the machines are. Unfortunately, there doesn't seem to be a clear path to the next stairwell. He'd have to wait it out. Well, if he's stuck in the office, he might as well have at least some idea of who, or what, he's in here with.]

Tell us: are you a man or a machine?

"Uu Maria likes magical Bern-chan and magic shows..." She paused for a second, raising her hand on her chin. She watched TV a lot when she wasn't playing but she didn't pay attention if it was boring.

Maria was nodding her head as she spoke. Her eyes were gleaming, it was so rare to see someone else who knew about magic. "Maria's learning from Beato uu. Beato is very strong can make it rain candy, says Maria is an origin witch. Would be able to use magic here, even with the anti-magic toxin."

Au contraire, Captor. It means EVERYTHING. Why do you think we got this far? It's been me, and having all the luck. Duh! And since I'm so benevolent, and you're so stupid, I'll just go ahead and tell you: it's gonna be ME who kills that demon that cut us off. Can't you feel it? It's like our whole quest was leading up to us taking that guy down! We just weren't prepared the first time. ... Besides, would you rather stay on broken, grody Earth?

[ She'll do it. She's got 100% confidence in herself that she can stop Jack. ~~Not that she realizes how stupid that plan is. Or how insignificant her luck-ganking skills are right now.~~ ]

*Sollux just deadpans at Vriska.*

I'd rather stay in reality, thanks.

Whatever, Sollux! Here I am, extending you a large, leafy peace pole and you just set it on fire with your weirdo powers! You're one of the few who actually always had useful ones, and you're just wasting them being all gloomy and saying there's no hope! I don't even get how Peixes put up with any of your crap.

[ She's just gonna saunter out of here then you huge loser. She has recovered from her scathing disappointment by reminding herself how awesome she is and how cool it'll be if maybe John survives or something and they're the coolest people ever to live.

Yeah!!!!!!!! ]

When I've moved on and am doing all the awesome stuff ever with the players who're ACTUALLY cool, you'll wonder how you got left behind! But them's the breaks, huh, buddy? Maybe you should just stay here!

When Casey fights, he has gear. He has his hockey sticks and his homemade taser. He has room to maneuver and skates to do it with. He has opponents that react when you smash a bat over their heads and who deserve exactly that.

He has friends backing him up, and he has no reason to fear.

Remove all of that and you don't have a huge amount left. His normal approach of running in head-first hollering a battle cry is exactly what will get his head bit off. Casey takes the bowl of ice cream, but he doesn't eat it right away. He stirs it rapidly until it softens.

"Yeah...but what can we do?" He says through a mouthful of ice cream. What do they have? The kitchen is fully stocked, but they can't do anything useful with the swinging weapons. "We'd need to...I dunno, get it on it's back or somethin'."

I woulda bolted th' fuck outta there, thank ya kindly...[the thought alone was creepy but there was an underlying dread of knowing the truth.]

Ellis, I'm Ellis...an' why would ya ask tha'?

If Casey needed backup, he was sitting next to a marine who wasn't about to let some idiot kid run off and die on his own. All he needed to do was ask.

Wash shook his head at Casey's idea, swallowing a spoonful of ice cream. "They're machines. Surface damage might not slow them down." If the ceiling fox was any indication, they probably didn't even notice it. No, they'd need to think bigger. "If we're going to take one out, it needs to be all at once. Shrapnel bomb, maybe, but we'd need to trap it first to make sure it couldn't get away. It'll take a lot of planning, and someone who knows a lot about chemistry." Improvising explosives was complicated enough when you had the right materials; it got exponentially more difficult when your only materials came from kitchens and supply closets.

Too bad Casey sucks at asking for help. Because of course he does.

Wow, that made him kind of wish Donnie was here. That was new. But he'd probably have these things exploded before they even knew what the heck happened to them, so yeah, wishing Donnie was here right now seemed pretty reasonable.

"We can't just get under th' suit part and yank out the wires? Seriously, why don't we just...I dunno, trip it or something and get at it with one of the kitchen knives? If it's two of us then we can probably wreck the motor easy."

Yeah, it's a rough plan, but it's simple and workable if they were quick enough. And if another robot didn't get on top of them while they were working the first one. And if these things were haunted or something.

Well, okay, he'll get it whether he likes it or not. So there.

Casey got a very long, unimpressed stare for that suggestion. Was he kidding? Hadn't they just talked about this? "I can't even tell you the number of things that could go wrong with that plan, and if any of them happen, the robot will just roll over and tear your head off." Literally. There was a body in Pirate's Cove that proved it. Add that to the litany of things Wash would never be able to unsee.

"Plus, have you seen the spider fox thing? It's nothing but metal and a mask. If they're all like that on the inside, a kitchen knife's not going to take care of it. And we don't know how they work! They could have motors, or be magic, or possessed, or..." He waved his spoon ineffectually, failing to come up with another hypothetical power source. "...something. Point being, physical contact with the murder bots is a bad idea."

[ The distance between them is getting smaller and smaller as the seconds tick by. The static in the radio grows louder, and there's almost the sound of a man's voice in the midst of it, but it's so distorted and jumbled that it's incredibly difficult to make out what that voice is trying to say. What a pity.

But it's determined, for a heap of grotesque scrap metal. In one moment, it almost appears it's locked onto something, and starts bolting faster down the corridor, as if in a panic - but psh, it's a robot, robots don't have feelings.

There is a brief saving grace, however - an animatronic head mounted on the wall has a lightbulb placed inside, and the flickering light suddenly causes the contraption on the ceiling to pause, and twitch it's head almost violently. It even takes a few steps back, the whirring noises cutting in and out. Might be a good idea to take note of that, and then find a good hiding spot. ]

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