#au: technologic

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((A sketchy illustration from my thread “Freaking Out” with @phantoms-rps to document how the first thing SOM did upon gaining sentience was ‘resume’ his job in the security office.))

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@phantoms-lair

Mike’s injuries from the Incident™ weren’t all that bad compared to that car that hit him. Just a few superficial gashes from being stuffed into Goldie’s suit, and a broken leg/ankle and concussion from his fall down the basement stairs. Flesh wounds, really.

At least he has an excuse to keep wearing his favorite sweatpants now, right?

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Puppet’s spindly legs were never meant for walking around like the other animatronics.

His endoskeleton was only meant to kneel and stand up inside his box. His character was never as popular as the Fazbear gang, so he didn’t get a whole lot of use during his official run, and almost never got to do special events. After years of disuse in storage and hiding away, the mechanics are broken and rusty, and make it very difficult for Puppet to walk around like the others.

He had resorted to crawling around on his hands and knees, or teleporting through deep shadows to get from place to place (though the latter always made him feel rather woozy), and it wasn’t until after the events of “Technologic” (and Michael’s subsequent offer to repair the mechanics in his legs) that he regained some of his mobility.

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Stream-of-consciousness worldbuilding headcanon thoughts, GO!

Cove Valley is a city rife with supernatural happenings and creatures - to the point where the local police have protocols and specialized training in place for dealing with everything from dragons and ghosts to alternate dimensions and telepaths. Some of these unique citizens go out of their way to blend in with humanity, and some don’t bother to try.

The people who don’t notice or are willfully ignorant of the supernatural events and creatures that populate the town and surrounding area are known as “The Oblivious”.

There could be a mermaid lounging on the beach a few towels down from them, and these people would only see a tourist following some weird fashion trend. These are the people who think the skeleton sat outside the gas station near I-84 is just a tasteless Halloween decoration left out year-round, and who don’t care enough for city-wide events to have ever gone to the annual snowball fight, and realize it’s against an ancient, many-tentacled coin collector.

Before he finally confessed to her a story of ghosts and soul-stealing and possessed animatronics, Mike’s sister Tara was worried that he was one of the Oblivious.

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((Went back and filled the walls with my own artwork, and touched up a few effects.))

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*hands SOM a moffin*

“…!!! Thank!” The animatronic took the offered muffin in his hands, tail wagging. He couldn’t really eat it, but he appreciated the gift. Gifts were always nice! Especially since he didn’t get them often.

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Surprisingly, it was Foxy who first began reaching out to the Puppet after the events of “Technologic”.

Because Foxy knew better than any of the others what a frightened child looked like - and once they’d all gotten a good look at Puppet for the first time since they’d ‘awoken’, that was all he could see.

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Event Start

SOM should have known something was wrong the moment he saw the security guard hurrying off the party floor.

Michael's usual route took him around the party hall at least twice before he went back to his office, and he always found some excuse to stay out longer, now. Wishing the birthday child a happy day, helping a server clear a large table in between parties, or even playing along with whatever skit the band had going at the time. He was always happiest when he was engaging with the customers, instead of holed up all alone in his tiny office.

So it was strange to see him hurry past the stage, head down, as if trying to get away from something. SOM’s ears canted back in confusion, and a series of question marks scrolled across the band of his hat. Was everything okay? It couldn’t be anything dangerous...if someone had gotten hurt, then Michael would have been going for the first aid kit, and that was in the kitchen. Why was he running back to the office?

The animatronic glanced across at the band, but only received a confused shrug from Bonnie. Chica, too, looked concerned, and discreetly waved one wing off-stage, urging the wolf to step down, and investigate. The band had to keep playing for the children, but the ‘safety officer’ could roam freely. A ‘thumbs up’ emoji appeared on his hat, and SOM moved off from the edge of the stage and out on to the floor.

He tried to keep his optics peeled for the Scary Thing that had sent dad running, but everything looked normal. Children were happily running around in their parties and eating cake and pizza. The wait staff was cleaning the tables as they always did, though one of them was being held up by an adult in a green sweater vest. Nothing seemed out of-

SOM froze in mid-step, so sharply that a nearby parent looked at him in surprise. A jumble of letters ran across his hat - almost as if the writer were smashing the keys erratically, and the animatronic’s eyes remained locked on the strange man in the green vest. He had never met this man, and yet...he knew him.

A pair of dull, rubber teeth extended out from the animatronic’s jaws with a quiet ‘whrr’. He saw that face looking down at him; felt the sharp point of a blade slicing skin that wasn’t his. He himself did not know this man, but dad did. Dad remembered every moment of pain and discomfort and fear. This man

was a

T H R E A T.

.........

SOM began moving forward again, this time with teeth bared and ears drawn back. He would not stand for a threat in his building. He would keep the children safe. He would keep dad safe. As he drew closer to the man and the waitress, the animatronic opened his mouth, and played a recording of a growling dog to draw their attention. The look of barely concealed fright on the man’s face was undeniably satisfying.

“She is sixteen,” SOM snarled. The words that came out first were familiar, and yet not; dad had said them once before, hadn’t he? “And you need to leave.”