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test drive meme


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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The bird was staring at them and they were staring back at it and someone was going to blink first. Casey knew -knew- he couldn't let it be him but this was going against every instinct he had to run over to it and wallop that stupid bird in it's dumb head.
His hands trembled...no, his body was starting to shake under Wash's hand. It was hard to breath in this mask and this was so frustrating and that dumb bird wouldn't Go. Away.
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Right up to the point where Casey started shaking under his grip. Great. Panic wasn't going to help either of them, and if Casey bolted or attacked he may well get the both of them killed. "Stay cool," he murmured, slowly moving his hand from the back of Casey's neck to his shoulder, trying to ground him. "Deep breaths." Wash wasn't about to tell him that everything would be fine; with that damned chicken wandering around the kitchen, it was a pretty blatant lie.
Fortunately, something about the masks worked; after another staring contest that felt like it went on forever, the chicken turned and headed out of the kitchen.
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"This is so stupid," he finally said, glaring at a spot on the floor. They both could have been killed and what could Casey do about it? He felt useless, the one feeling Casey Jones hated most of all.
"It's just a kid's robot! We should be able to take that thing apart!" Where'd all his conviction go? Maybe he could make it come back if he tried hard enough...
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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."
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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'."
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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.
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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.
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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."
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Casey tipped the bowl back and gobbled the rest of the ice cream before standing up and walking to the sink. He tossed the bowl in it and started rummaging through the drawers.
"Maybe we can at least make some traps to slow 'em down..."
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He chose to savor his ice cream, watching Casey rattle through the drawers and trying not to think about how badly he wanted Fang and Melody with him right now. If he wasn't in the realm of dreams anymore (and he wasn't sure whether he was or not, with all signs pointing to this place being a living nightmare), and they weren't with him, then where could-
He shut that train of thought down; it led to memories and emotions he couldn't afford to entertain right now. At least he'd had plenty of practice not thinking about things. "If we're going to make traps, we need to let everyone know. The last thing we need is to kill an ally."
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And also Casey is incredibly stubborn.
Hey, a drawer of kitchen towels. He pulled the entire thing out and walked back over to Wash. "Yeah, yeah, don't worry...Help me tie these together so we can string 'em across the door."