Isolated [Overly Affectionate Animatronics – no pairings]
"It's not going in!"
"Why not?"
"Too tall. The hat keeps catching on the entrance."
"Then take the damn thing off already! We need to get this clown scooped before lunch!"
"It's attached to the face plates. I'm gonna have to take the whole face off to get it."
"Quit whining and do it already."
"All right, all right. There. Creepy thing…I'm gonna hang it in the main control to freak out the new guys."
Emmett's eyes flickered on as the scooping room fell silent. Warning messages were blaring in his processor, demanding he see a technician immediately or face multiple critical failures. They'd only placed him in standby mode, so he'd heard every mocking word and felt everything as the scooper tore him apart. He didn't know why this was happening. One day he and his family were happily performing for children in their restaurant, then without warning they were closed and brought to this dismal place, their fathers nowhere to be seen. He and Funtime Chica were deemed "unnecessary" and only fit for parts despite them both being in full working condition. The clown groaned as a low electrical current jolted his endoskeleton when he tried to move, not nearly as painful as the controlled shocks their new owners were fond of administering, but unpleasant nonetheless. Knowing he would be permanently dismantled if he was still there when they returned, the clown forced his broken endo to move through the pain.
He hadn't even realized they could feel pain until these "technicians" came. The scooper smashing into his torso, brutally knocking plates from his body and tearing wires out in ways they weren't meant to be removed, sent waves of pain through his endo as his body was pulled apart.
Another groan emanated from his damaged speaker as he fell to the floor outside the scooper. There was a vent nearby, if he could get inside he could find a place to hide. Somewhere he could recover without being found. He wasn't going to die today. The scooper had knocked his right eye askew and his left was having trouble focusing making it difficult to navigate the dark room but not impossible. It was much easier to remove the vent cover than to replace it, but he managed, wires squeaking obnoxiously against the vent as he turned about. Satisfied they wouldn't notice his path of escape, the broken clown moved deeper into the convoluted vent system, down into the depths where he air quality was so poor the human staff needed an oxygen tank to work.
It was in one of the squared off maintenance areas, far below the scooping room, that the clown finally allowed himself to stop moving. Later, he would pull himself together but now he needed to recharge. He'd spent the previous night awake, finding a secure place to hide Funtime Chica from the "technicians" that had deemed them useless.
What had happened to their fathers? Why had they been abandoned to such a cruel and dismal fate? What would become of his sister and the rest of their family? Would they be scooped for parts too? Emmett pushed these thoughts aside, for now he needed rest.