test drive meme

[modguy]

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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[badturian]

Likewise. That's the last we all saw of you as well.

[Nor was Legion the first casualty. Or the last. But it isn't the time to mourn. Or the place. Not anymore.

He quickly clears his throat and walks to the monitors. And...wow. There's primitive, there's primitive and then...there's wherever the hell they are now. No wonder everything's malfunctioning and at risk for catching aflame.

Or maybe it is hell, or at least some very messed-up afterlife, and he spontaneously died upon walking through that door from some as-yet-unknown cause. He isn't particularly religious, but it could explain what Legion's doing here.]

In any case, is there any way to identify what's in the air composition and its level of toxicity?

[dialectics]

... Then this should not have occurred. We do not have answers as to what is occurring here, but are hoping to locate them. Secondary objectives, if possible, include attempting to interface with the Artificial Intelligence here. We suspect there to be severe malfunctions present, due to the state of this console.

[ ... Hm. What's in the air, exactly...? ]

... We... I... am not entirely certain what is in the air. Speculation would be pointless; this particular toxin is not in our data banks. But it seems to be similar to Earth's "mold". If ventilation is kept within operating capacity, however, we suspect the chances of inhalation danger will be minimal.

[ Flipping through the cameras now, and... ]

... We are also not alone.

Pinging an NPC?

[badturian]

So there're other robots and mold here, and--

[And...well, now whatever's on the cameras has Garrus' attention as well. His hand goes for his-...oh, right. No weapons.

Great.]

The hell is that?!

[fazbearsnpcs]

[ It becomes obvious soon enough that something is following them. The noises start out distant, disappearing into the haunting ambience of the building, but then it starts to draw closer. And closer. And closer. Clearly, this one's fast.

Before long, the sound of heavy, broken static starts emanating through the halls. It cuts in and out, and it's difficult to decipher exactly what message is trying to be sent out (or where to, for that matter,) but then it's accompanied by other loud, more worrying noises. Namely, loud banging of metal against metal, and a constant whirrrring and clicking sound. It's still relatively far away, a few corridors down at most, but it's getting closer and it's moving quick.

Also, it's on the ceiling. Keep your head down. ]

[dialectics]

Potential hostile spotted. It is down the halls nearby.

[ ... Ow, Legion's sensitive equipment! That static... good thing it's got a flashlight for a face, or this would be really hard to see. ]

... This appears to be one of the malfunctioning artificial intelligences in this place. It is damaged and repaired poorly. We recommend against engagement.

[ Hm... it's hard to tell from here, but Legion is wondering if it's AT ALL possible to communicate with it? Or should they just, you know, get the fuck out of dodge? ]

[badturian]

[If Garrus was Liara, he'd be saying "by the goddess!" at that very creepy-looking...thing. As it is, he's taking a step back, trying to look at the controls.]

Don't worry, I wasn't planning on it.

[Not without his guns. That he doesn't have. Or his omni-tool, which isn't working. Damnit.]

There's got to be a way to close this space off from it before it gets here...!

[fazbearsnpcs]

[ 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. ]