Oh no. The two headache-causers are synergizing.

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Oh no. The two headache-causers are synergizing.
"I know it's probably hard for you to believe my feelings are genuine because.. you know, i am a machine and all. But i care about you, and i want to be here for you! You are my creator! And after the fire i..i was so scared i was never going to see you again!" ( more booboobear... )
"Rocky." His voice comes out velvet soft, and he sets aside his tools with a quiet clatter. His creation is so much bigger than him, and yet, Michael can never shake the need to envelope him in his arms, to press him close to his chest, to keep the world out. He'd made the Rockstars because the restaurant needed something, because he wanted to prove that he could -- that he'd always been able to, that it would have been good. There had been no pressure to do it; he'd started the project of his own accord and poured in more hours than anyone would have asked of them if this had been part of his job description. Because it mattered to him. Because the moment those plastic lids lifted and those LED eyes sparked to life, they would be his responsibility, as much as any human child. More so, in fact, for they lacked the tools to shape themselves. They would remain as he made them, and so they had to be perfect from the start. Bobblehead jaws that couldn't clamp, teeth that couldn't hurt, all the really strenuous design work had gone into the ambulation. Rocky could skate. He was joy in motion, and Michael was so, so--
He takes the bear's hand in his, pressing it lightly. He had let them all decide whether or not they wanted touch receptors, and to what degree. His first instinct had been not to give them any, to shield them from the possibility of pain, but then he'd realised that that would be denying them tenderness, as well. Unable and unwilling to make that decision himself, he'd simply asked them. It seemed like the fairest way to go about it. His thumbs glide over the back of Rocky's paw. "I know your feelings are genuine. You think I'd ever doubt that?" He lets go, just to reach up and caress his animatronic's cheeks. "I'm right here. And I'm sorry for scaring you. I'm so, so proud of you."
Boops Rockbonnie's nose!
his nose doesn’t honk nor squeak but Bon himself seems to have quite the reaction to it.
“Huh?! Rocky what was that for? Do you need me to pay attention or something?”
basically like a instant attention grabbing button.
"In my defense, the wallet was left unattended."
"In opposition, said wallet was in arm's reach of the guest at all times. Not his fault he was busy with his kid on their birthday."
"Now fork it over so I can pretend you were just taking it to the Lost & Found per your programming. And there'd better not be anything missing!"
@rockcoins / the worst damn night
Now that he's looking for it, it's everywhere. Freddy's Bowling. Freddy's Playplace. Freddy's Roller Rink. He has to check all of them, to be sure, to be safe, but every time he steps through the sliding doors ( all identical, must have been a favourite of the designer ), his palms begin to sweat, and his heart rate skyrockets. It doesn't matter that the place is nearly empty, save for one employee manning the ticket desk who hardly looks at him and shoves his skates gracelessly across the counter. He feels a thousand eyes on him, shaking as he goes out onto the floor. Just a quick check, to see what's in here. Just a quick check-- he shrieks when he collides with the bear.
💬 + Freddy's your favorite Rockstar.
Send 💬 + a rumor and my muse will react to it.
He sighs, but it's indulgent. "I don't play favourites," he says, a smile creeping at the corners of his mouth. "I love all my creations equally." A pause. "--except Funtime Freddy." An absolutely uncalled for slam on the panda out of nowhere, and not even applicable, since he didn't finish the design process.
@rockcoins thinking about how all of the glamrocks are new and none of the animatronics know who the manager used to be except rocky who was specifically one of michael’s animatronics 😌
👀 - he is staring back at Bonnie !! let's see if he likes it when someone else does it to him !
@rockcoins
“. . . !” oh crap... Well if Rocky thought Bonnie would be scared off, he was wrong. The rabbit stared back even harder. Foxy’s dare prevented him from talking, so this was all he could do.