For the longest time, we stayed there. Permanently shut down. Trapped in my new body like an animal, I couldn't move or do anything. Brian was always trying to contact me, but I couldn't respond. Then, one day, a light.
That light caused so much pain and misery. The light came from a flashlight. A police officer. The officer grabbed me and Callie. We were one at this point. We were put in a box, more darkness. I could feel us moving. The bump of the wheels and the whirl of an engine can be all you need to tell that you're going somewhere new.
I tried to get out of the body, swirling this way and that. I didn't want to moved. Our last place was both Callie and I's home. I couldn't escape. There was no use. The robotic suit was permanent. I possessed it, it was my choice. Now, I had to live with my decisions. The word "live" being used lightly.
Callie was placed in a back room along with Macaroni and Duke. It had a couple of boxes, and our day chips had been removed. We could no longer get out of the room, only at night. "Scrapped parts" the box mover had said. Even our mechanical counterparts knew what that meant. Their anger matched our own, seeking revenge.
The nights were still monitored by a nightguard, and we were allowed to roam after hours in fear of "losing the four who started it all", also known as keeping our circuits working. Not being able to walk during the day wasn't even the worse part. It was our replacements.
Callie the Cat had major upgrades. She was still purple, and still had a flower but was more advanced. Special censors let her interact with the kids more, talking more fluently and even being able to be more mobile instead of a set walking track.
Macaroni the Mouse had been turned to a tomboy who loved to skate and play videogames, and also gained a feature to give free tokens from her ears to kids. Duke the Dog had gotten a brand new tail with new wacky sounds and could talk more, but still walked on all fours.
All three came together for birthday parties, and Bluberry was even moved to giving out food. He wore an apron and was pure animatronic. He made cookies and cupcakes in the back, supposedly and would walk around like a waiter, giving kids cookies.
Our own Bluberry was moved to the back as well, but it's endoskeleton was left behind in the old location. Luckily, Brian's soul still remained connected to the suit and it was still there.
Our first conflict was the first time we'd been activated at night. My eyes opened to reveal a fancy, cleaned, new facility, painted with flowers and different fun doodles. It was a very beautiful sight, compared to the old, run-down cafe. The three "old" models walked down the hall to the cafe's main room. Macaroni ran to the video games, which were now much more modernized. Duke walked around simply, observing the whole area.
I walked towards the new animatronic. "They're here to replace party." I said, Callie growling slightly. Mac and Duke turned, noticing the four fancy models. Duke tilted his head as he looked at his new model.
"Don't like. Rrrrr-zzt-rrr." He managed to say, as Macaroni poked her version.
"Yeah. They're not radical." She said, before putting her hands on her hips. Brian had flew over to look at them too, as I saw him look at each in my computerized vision.
Suddenly, New Callie opened her eyes, looking at us. Mac, Duke and Bluberry did as well, as if receiving a command. "Do you hear that, guys? I hear someone talking." She said, eyes turning to observe the open space.
Duke nodded, as he flung his tail back and forth. "Yeah. Could it be new friends, Callie?"
The cat animatronic shrugged. "I don't know. Let's go see! C'mon guys. Open the curtains." The red curtains clicked, as they were already opened from our prying. Macaroni was the first to walk off the stage, and looked around, walking right past us. Only then did I realize they were doing an opening act. It was their reaction. Quick. I had thought at the time. I have to admit, they were better than us.
Macaroni continued with her segment. "Whoa! Look at all these awesome people. Pretty sweet, ain't you guys? I'm Macaroni, or Mac for short. It sure is nice to meet you all. Are you ready to have some fun?"
Callie had walked up beside Mac. "I bet you kids love to have fun! I'm Callie, but most call me Cal. I own this cookie cafe. Anyone ready to dance?" She began to break out in crazy dance moves. She was very agile.
Duke was the next to walk down the stage. "Can't have a dance party without music, Cal! I'm Duke, and I love to make music. Let's strike up my musical tail and get to dancing." He began to play a fun, peppy tune.
Bluberry was the last to come out. "But, won't you get hungry after all that dancing?" He asked, looking towards the others. They all nodded. "We can all have some yummy cookies from our cafe, made by yours truly: Blueberry T. Bunny." He gave a grand bow.
Cal clapped. "We're the Catton Clan, and we're all very happy to be here today. Are you ready?" All four animatronics ducked, getting down on their knees. "Here at Callie's, what's our specialty?"
The four animals jumped in joy. "Fun and Friends for All!" They cried, and began to laugh. The three original stayed, shocked to say the least. They were all choreographed and pure perfection. Awesome. Neat. Cool. Any word of the like you could think of: that's the word you could describe this "Catton Clan". But then again, they didn't have personalities. The only personalities they had was in their code. We had our own names, personalities, souls!
Brian was clapping in the corner of my view. "Bravo! Again! Again! That was gre-" He stopped short when I glared at him with gray eyes. "I mean, boo! Go orignal! There can only be one Callie." I chuckled mechanically. Even in death, my brother had his charm.
The four animals paused, looking around. In their code, they were supposed to be greeted with cheering children, but they had been awaken with no children. The robots turned around, almost in perfect sync. They're eyes were all black. "Error." They said in unison. Suddenly the eyes flashed, reverting to the original colors.
Cal came up to me, tilting her head. "Hey there. Who're you? I hope you liked our little program." I nodded, untrusting of my own voice. "Good." Callie continued. "Because it'll be the last time you see it. You new, well withered imposters better head back to offline mode."
Mac approached next, growling at our own Macaroni. "Yeah. This is our turf. You're just here for parts." Duke nodded, growling at my friend. Bluberry stayed near the back.
"H-Hey guys? The night guard is watching." All of us turned to look at him. The possesed animatronics growled, and the new models paused, looking at Bluberry.
"Yeah. We'll get him later." She grinned, turning back to us. "Tell you what, Withers. You may be a bit helpful for things other than your appendages. You can help us scare the security guard. See, we've convinced the management that we're programmed to play 'Hide And Seek' in the dark, so we chase the night guard and give him a scare. Care to play?"
I looked towards the others. They're gray eyes matched mine. Hide and Seek wasn't the only game we'd be playing that night. Perhaps we'd play one we all knew quite well. Stab. I turned back to fancy Cal. "It-It's a deal." I said, grinning.
The seven animatronics quickly scrambled into various locations of the large establishment. We waited until the cameras turned away, and would switch spots quickly. It was most fun! I was the first to get to the security guard. She was laughing loudly. "Oh you silly robots! I see what you're doing. Got some friends with you? Cute!" I smiled. Clueless.
I stood at the opening. The night guard grinned, waving. I grinned back, and waved. She chuckled, and raised her hands in defeat. Suddenly, I pounced. Screeching the mix of a scream and laugh, I grabbed the woman's throat. I stared deep into her eyes, as her red-highlighted arms waved. "H-H-Hey old fri-friend. Wanna pl-play a game?"
The lady shook her head. "No! No! I don't wanna play! Let me go!" She screamed, kicking horror. I squeezed her neck tighter.
"Let's play a game called Stab." I said, Callie and I working together. My tail rose from behind me, poking at the woman's chest. She screamed as I forced it through her ribs and into her stomach. Blood splattered on my fur, and I relished in the feeling. Her voice was cut off short as I dropped her in her chair. "Th-That what you get was fun!" I told her, kicking her to the wall.
Callie started to turn around, but I gained control once more. I grabbed the woman's head, lifting it to my mouth and biting it. The taste was gone, but the pure joy of having blood and flesh in my mechanical mouth was electrifying. I tossed it down, and walked out of the room, satisfied. The new robots stared, shocked, while the withered robots laughed, Brian giggling as well.
"W-What did you just do?!" Cal cried in horror. "You just killed our night guard."
Macaroni and Duke spoke together. "Yeah. We were playing a game."
Blueberry shrugged. "They were only confused. You see red for the humans, and that represents the person who killed you and when you possessed the animatronics." He asked, pointing to me.
All three of us nodded, stunned. Blueberry seemed to be the most intelligent computer of all of them. Brian waved towards me, standing behind Blueberry. He hadn't possessed him, but he sure seemed to have a connection. I giggled, my own giggle. My own self. I was Callie. I was Catherine. I wasn't human, nor robot. I was an animal. I love it.