Marcus Burrows was a simple man, a simple business man.
He, at the mere age of 52, was the Head Of Board at Fazbear Entertainment, leaders in Entertainment and Technology in America, second only to Boston Dynamics, and even managed a home life for some time.
Of course, the little brats and bitch got in his way too often, so he did away with them. And just like with his former family, he knew just when an asset becomes a hindrance.
See: Nixus G. Wilison. The bastard took after his Uncle too well, upgrading HIS animatronics behind his back, making them weaker, more sympathetic, n. And Burrows, well, Burrows can't use Humans as easily as robots. Too much thinking, too many conflictions, you know how it is. And a robot, well, they were easy to use.
Take that lumbering meathead Montgomery for example! His idiotic ass was programmed to get rid of any issues Burrows or his Benefactor had. All it took was walking up to him, growling "Disassemble Roxanne", and off he went.
You might ask, why not send the 400 pound t o y after Nixus himself. Well, simple. People would question where he went, like Lewis, and Vanessa, and Janet, even though she was under H i s thumb already, and those stupid simps on Twitter. But Roxanne? She was just a robot, replaceable. All he had to do was break her like Montgomery broke Bonnie, throw her in Parts and Services, and when Nixus went down to fix her, have Montgomery follow him.
No witnesses, no cameras, it'd be as if Nixus G. Wilison never existed in the first place.
Unfortunately, some plans never go to, well, plan…
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Roxy was trying to relax. Her arm was still bandaged, but the overall wound felt smaller, somehow. As if she was healing. Which, well, forgive her for being a little skeptical of that. Hard plastic and Rubber don't just heal back like skin and muscle tissue.
Suddenly, she was pulled from her curiosity and fear as Monty wandered into her room. "Hey Roxanne, been noticing you've been down a lot." He raised a golf club. "Want to talk about it over some golf, or smashing some STAFF Bots?"
Roxy bit her lip, thinking for a few seconds. "I… I think I'm good, Monty. Low on power, anyways, and I think all the noise will just make my head worse."
Wait, Roxanne? Why'd he-
"Well, that makes this harder."
She saw him swing in the mirror, felt the golf club crumple against her head, feeling the casing and skin split, sending that damn Red across the floor. Roxy would have screamed, if not for Monty crushing her throat with his oversized foot.
"Just GoTtA erase s-s-s-s-s-sSOMe footagE." Monty's voice was getting worse, more growl filled, and she saw just behind his shades. His eyes were purple. Like a mocking asshole, he used his jaws to rip the golf club in half, raising the edge like a spear.
Roxy's processor finally untangled itself, and she used the Accentuators in her legs to jostle Monty off of her, quickly running for the door as her throat Bent itself into place. Monty, to her surprise, was just faster, using his longer arms to grab her by the arm and swing Roxy directly into her mirror, shattering it and showering her in shards.
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Roxy growled and forced herself back up from the carpet. Monty went for another grab, but she was a smidge too slippery for him. Managing to get behind the gator, she grabbed his tail and pulled, sending the beast chin-first in her dresser, stunning him long enough for her to get out.
Of course, Monty wasn't so elloquite. He jumped through her Greenroom window, roaring as he began sprinting after her.
None of the Glamrocks were made to fight, they were entertainers, after all! So Roxy Really wasn't expecting Monty to start throwing old memorabilia after her like javelins, including a cupcake who's candle went right into her leg. Of course, it wasn't enough to bring her down, but it fucking hurt.
And of course, now was the perfect time for another episode. Her mind twisted into a spiral as Nixus's own view took her over-
And it was over before she even registered the memory, like a flash of light. But now… She had an idea.
Roxy's brain clicked, and she quickly turned heel, sprinting towards Monty. She football tackled him, quickly using new Muscle Memory to slam her fists into his skull. Of course, lacking a brain, her attacks weren't too effective. But damage wasn't what Roxy looked for.
With one good hit, Monty's eye popped out of its socket, making the green gator scream. In pain or in Rage, she couldn't tell. Using his distracted state, Roxy began to run, only for Monty to swing wildly, slashing right through her stomach, sending a cascade of red Viscera down onto him.
Roxy Screamed.
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And then, Monty screamed, spasming with an ungodly ferocity. His eyes flashed, and shut down. Roxy fell back, and saw Nixus standing there, panting, holding a stungun. Roxy had, without even noticing, fired a SoS signal across the Pizzaplex's systems, and Nixus had answered, stealing Vanessa's spare stungun.
Roxy fell back, clutching her stomach and head, pulling her hand away to see strings of blood sticking to it. Roxy's stomach twisted, but her eye focused back on Nixus.
He kept cursing, grabbing her and carefully bringing her over his shoulder, also grabbing Monty by the tail. "Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit, SHIT-"
And then, peaceful unconsciousness.
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When Roxy came back to, she was back in Nixus's basement, wires and tubes hooked up to her stomach. To her side, an almost fully complete Bonnie was, to her amazement, walking around, quickly setting bags of blood up to the tubes leading into her. He gave her a warm smile that made her servos warm up.
"DAMNIT BURROWS! I don't care if I'm out of step, Monty nearly ripped me in fucking half and nearly decomissioned Roxy, I. AM. FIXING. HIM." Nixus came into view, growling and yelling into his phone. "And if you try getting in my way again, I'll instate Clause 7 and bring this whole damn Company to the ground SCREAMING! Oh yeah, I know about Clause 7, one of the only things my Uncle had left over in his will. Oh, threaten me with the Police? The fuck are they going to do, arrest me for stealing the animatronic's I'm legally bound to repair through any means necessary, which includes taking them to external repair stations!?"
He let Burrows continue on for a few minutes, face slowly turning more and more red with rage. His phone beeped, and he roared, punching the nearest wall. It left a nice indentation of his fist.
"FUCKER!" He sighed. "Damn that man to hell… Oh, Roxy, you're awake." Nixus scratched at his neck. "Sorry about… all that. How're you feeling?"
Roxy coughed, and finally managed to form words. "Like Shit, Nixus." Nixus chuckled.
"I'd bet. You got pretty seriously injured back there with Monty. Tore out a lot of your internals, and that blow to your head dinged your CPU pretty badly. Got you all fixed up, though. All that's left is…" His gaze wandered to the blood bags. "... That."
"I… I've been meaning to ask about that, Nixus."
"It's not important."
Roxy's eyes slanted. "Not important? Not Important My Ass!"
Despite the medical instruments installed in her chest, Roxy rose to her feet, in spite of Bonnie trying to have her sit down. Only now did she notice he lacked a Voice Box, or front section to his neck. "Not Important? Nixus, I Bled today."
"I can see that."
"I'm a robot. Gears and wires. I was not born, and I will not age. I do not eat or breathe, and I will die when someone wants me to." Roxy slowly began approaching the albino, eye set firmly on his nervous one.
"Not If-" She grabbed him by the throat.
"Robots Don't Bleed, Nixus. Humans do. And I'm definitely not Human."
Nixus looked away. A jolt ran through Roxy's circuits and nerves.
"... Right?"
Instead of speaking, Nixus raised a hand, and Roxy followed in sync, to their missing eyes. And there, in the silence.
Was A Shared Beat.
"I want to tell you a story. A story of three men, and three dreams."
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When Lewis entered Burrows' office, he didn't know what for. All he knew was that he got a message from his boss, saying "I have an opportunity for you."
And if that opportunity was a raise, he'd take it. Rent was getting too damn high.
"Ah, Lewis! Glad you made it. Vanessa, can you grab us some cups?" Burrows rumbled from his expensive chair. That's when Lewis noticed his blonde co-worker, leaning against a wall. With a huff, she pulled the glasses from above a cabinet, lined with different spirits and wines. Burrows pulled a glass of Whiskey from his own desk. "A drink, Mr. Smithson?"
"I'm good. I have to be sober to pick up my daughter."
"Ah, that's fair. Vanessa-"
Vanessa stole a glass before he even finished his words, downing the whiskey like a champ. She didn't even flinch.
"Alright then…" Burrows coughed into his hand. "Let's get right to the point. Mr. Simithson, I want to promote you to Security Class IV, after your hard work these past several months."
"Security Class IV? That's… new."
"Indeed! The boys down in the Advancements Labs have been cooking up some things to keep the up-keep around this place easy as can be. Thanks, to This."
Burrows placed a mask onto the table, modeled after a… smiling yellow bunny?
"Yeah, it's a little odd, but these Security Masks tap into the AR Map of the building, letting you repair animatronics without even having to tear them open! Well, for Technical Issues. Mechanical issues still need Parts and Services." Burrows pulled out a second and third mask, one being a white and brown bunny with big red eyes, and the other being a grey jackrabbit.
"See, we wanted to unveil these earlier, but that crazy bitch who broke in and tried killing those kids made us back off, as all the masks use a Bunny aesthetic. One of the big brains downstairs is a big Bonnie fan, apparently." Burrows laughed. Lewis slowly picked up the mask.
"That's… a lot of wiring."
"Oh yeah, it doesn't look safe. But hey, I wore it for almost 3 hours yesterday to try it out, and I was fine." Vanessa finally spoke up, juggling the white and brown bunny mask. Burrows smirked.
"And doing that gave you a major headache, like you played one of those old Pre-Oculus Headsets. Whatchamacallit, a Red-Boy? Something like that." Burrows waved his hand. "Now then, Lewis, why don't you put it on for a try? See if it fits, or if there's any issues at all."
Burrows' hands were clasped now, and his gaze was… uncomfortable. But, if it meant he had a bigger paycheck at the end of the week, he'd take the plunge. He slipped the mask on…
And immediately began to scream as something began going INTO HIS SKULL IT HURT OH GOD IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS .. - / ... ..- .-. - ... / .. - / ... ..- .-. - ... / .. - / ... ..- .-. - …
Lewis fell from the chair as Vanessa and Burrows simply watched on, not caring for the blood seeping from the mask onto the carpet. Burrows stood, donning his own mask. "I know it hurts, Friend, but that's the cost for his gift."
He grabbed Lewis's spasming body and forced him still, Vanessa handing him a Vial of… something. "Don't worry, Leeway, it'll be just like going to the Dentist's Office. Well… more like the Neurosurgeon's Office." Burrows laughed, and slowly injected the substance into Lewis's neck, as the Payload reached his Occipital Lobe.
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