#Also while I know they’re made of bone for their endoskeleton

[seven-thewanderer]

…so it might be obvious how I quickly forgot…

But SECOND PART OF THE UPDATE NOW!

so this character took a while to make, as their model is not original (who would’ve thunk) to SAMS (who would’ve thunk) and was a model taken from something else (not gonna say it a third time you can guess)

So I did a bunch of research on the think they were based on, to try and make a completely different appearance for them

Now who is this character in question..?

it’s…

DAZZLE!!

Since their VR model is just Deadline Simon from Popgoes Pizzarea (fun fact for those who didn’t know that), and it honestly infuriates me that I can’t look at that model in a different context without thinking “oh Dazzle!!” like INGPEKB OEKIJEOLWLMDKHVNRPLLMWINJD

(This same response has happened when I saw someone make a CANON FNAF AU WITH JACK ‘O MOON and I INSTANTLY pictured Jack from SAMS and got angry at myself)

But I tried to design her more as if she was a scrapped animatronic concept… and how else do I do that if I didn’t also design how she looked fully made

Boom. it’s a doodle still but it’s good enough

I made it that she had those big ol’ hands to store CDs in, since she was supposed to be the dj and all that

I also decided she’d have headphones which were not functional at all, and were just for decorational purposes

But her eyes are completely screen, that’s why her endoskeleton form has that screen section as the whole upper face

Also - while this can’t really be canon cus Jack can’t exist logically in this AU - I did come up with a funny thing since the speakers are located at their ears, that his audio might be either in his stomach area or in the mouth (mouth was probably better out of the two I thought), cus I pictured Jack trying to whisper something to them, but she couldn’t hear him cus he was whispering into their speakers, which is also where their voice comes from, and then the other walk in just seeing Jack actively whispering into Dazzle’s mouth, and they’re all just completely confused

…it was funny in my head and now I feel it’s just confusing typing it out

But yea um CDs stored in hands, decorative headphones, speakers in ears, auditoral thingy in mouth

In short Fazbear screwed up the anatomy and endoskeleton so much that they scrapped it

[wouldntyou-liketoknow]

Day 1: Infection

(Disclaimer: the character in this story does not belong to me. MadPat/AftonPat/Phone Guy is the property of Random Encounters.)

(The end of this story was actually inspired by some fanart courtesy of the amazing @insane4fandoms ! I would link it here…if it wasn’t already hidden in plain sight~ Hope you’ve been feeling better, friendo! Also, thanks for remembering one of my special fanmade scrunglies yet again, lol)

(Trigger Warnings:  blood/gore, body horror, degloving/skin-flaying, mentions of murder/death, implied dismemberment/self-mutilation, nightmares, paranoia, weapons. Please let me know if I missed anything.)

(Note: the events of this story take place right after the end of FNAF The Musical: Shadows of Agony. Which means, of course, that it also takes place a while after a certain collab I've been working on lately...)

Day 2 Day 3 Day 4 Day 5 Day 6 Day 7

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Cold. 

He isn’t sure how he can hear his teeth chattering over the drumbeat of his heart. 

The air is so, so, so damn cold. 

He doesn’t understand—he’s still wearing his precious work-suit. Even after all these years, the tan-colored fabric has remained soft, somehow always seeming to keep him insulated despite how thin it is. 

And yet, it’s like there isn’t any cotton barrier between him and the air at all. The chill is actively seeping right through his skin to settle in his bones. 

The corridors are so dark. 

Although he’s never felt remorse for his actions (and knows by instinct that he never will), he still curses every single time he complained about the obnoxious humbuzz emitted by the light panels installed up above. 

There’s nothing above him anymore. Not even an actual ceiling. Just a still, shadowy void. Even if he was able to climb up the walls, he wouldn’t dare. That darkness is palpable. If he were to get close enough, something would reach up from the other side and drag him into it.

The only reason he can still see anything is a faint glow that flickers just up ahead. A plethora of shadows practically lick at the walls right around the corner… 

Fire. 

There’s fire somewhere nearby. Warm, dancing, beautiful fire.

Then again, “nearby” apparently isn’t all that accurate. 

Because he’s been able to see that tantalizing light all this time. He’s been able to smell the smoke, to hear the crackling and popping all this time.

And yet, whenever the fire seems to be at its closest, whenever he finally manages to round that corner…

He doesn’t find a burning pit, doesn’t find any sort of kindling. 

He just finds. Another. GODDAMN. HALLWAY THAT STRETCHES ON FOR MILES WITH  MORE FIRELIGHT TO TAUNT HIM AT THE VERY END.

The black-and-white checkerboard floor tiles have all been swallowed up by a shroud of scrap metal.

Bits and pieces of animatronic endoskeletons, their once silvery material now covered in rust.

Every few feet or so, warped arms and legs and eyes and sets of teeth peek out of the ruin, framed by twisted wires that still spark now and then.

The robotic nature of it all truly makes this place feel like a hellish combination of junkyard and slaughterhouse. 

A screeching, grinding cacophony is fueled with each and every footfall. How he can still hear his chattering teeth above even that, he has no idea. 

It’s all made worse by the fact that the corridors are so narrow. 

He can’t move an inch without his elbows knocking against the painted plaster. Perhaps he wouldn’t have to feel the constant aches surging through his tendons if he was walking, but he just can’t afford to be slow right now. 

The air keeps getting colder and colder—to the point that he starts to see his own breath. Small, steamy clouds pour out of his mouth, disappearing less than a second later. 

He’s been sprinting for hours now. 

Why the hell isn’t he sweating? 

Why aren’t his lungs burning if they’re already more-or-less threatening to burst any second now? 

Why does his blood seem to carry both the consistency and temperature of a fucking slushie?!

He skids to an abrupt halt, just barely keeping his balance as he pushes what’s left of his hands—the stumps wrapped up in layers of bloodied bandage—against the walls.

…A new sound has joined the cacophony both in-and-outside his head. 

A splashing, churning sound. 

And it’s echoing from somewhere above him. 

He glances up just in time to see ripples stretching out on the surface of that inky void. As though something inside is stirring in its sleep, struggling to wake. 

He throws himself down, burrowing through the metallic waste until he feels enough of it slide into place over his back. 

He is hidden. Not safe—he’ll never, NEVER be safe after all the things he’s done—but hidden.

He shifts his neck, not wanting to move any more than that. He needs to keep watching the surface, but too much movement will only ensure that they catch him sooner.

Above him, something heavy touches down on top of the wreckage. The rusty pieces are all jostled in a rhythmic pattern. 

He lays there, muscles tense, feeling the blood rush through his head, waiting for what feels like hours. 

But nothing starts digging toward him. Nothing ever pushes his cover away. 

Finally, FINALLY, the new noise starts to fade. The jagged, uneven footfalls above move past him, getting quieter and quieter every inch of the way.

Once they disappear completely, he flounders, moving in a way that’s reminiscent of both climbing and swimming. He surges up, determined to get back on his feet and keep running, keep looking for that precious fire. 

…But his head never breaks the surface. 

As his arms sweep the layers of junk away, he only finds more waiting to take its place. 

He feels icy claws drip down his spine—he’d only buried deep enough to cover himself! That was it! How the hell are there suddenly miles between him and those hallways?!

In his haste, a section of his bandages gets caught on the jagged edge of a robotic hand—the way its lifeless fingers are curled resemble the branches of a long-dead tree.

He snarls, pausing his movement to yank his arm back. But as he does, at the very last second…the bandage tears, allowing the sharp rust to scrape the already marred flesh of his wrist. 

Fear cuts through anger like a hot knife through butter.

He howls in pain, trying again and again to free his arm. But the more he moves, the more his now ruined bandage gets tangled up in the rust. The more exposed his stump becomes.

All at once, the newly bare skin starts to hiss. Wisps of discolored vapor begin drifting out of the wound—only a few at first, thin and short. But in a matter of seconds, larger clouds start flooding out, alongside a stream of dark red ooze.

He can only watch and scream as his skin keeps burning, keeps blistering, keeps bubbling. Flesh and muscle peel away in ribbons, sloughing off of him until the rough, splintered remains of his wrist-bones are revealed. 

And it doesn’t stop there.

Like shed scales being pulled away from a snake’s coils, the sizzling rot proceeds further up his forearm. His skin continues to twist and melt away. Now he can see the glistening shapes of his radius and ulna; they’re being unveiled slowly, little-by-little, inch-by-inch.

Even as he thrashes and flails and shrieks, he keeps aiming for the surface.

There has to be a surface! There has to be relatively fresh air somewhere outside all the rust! The world hasn’t just caved in on itself all because he wanted to hide—!

He feels more searing pain start to concentrate on his shoulder.

And then his neck…

…his jaw…

…his EYE-SOCKET…

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What could only be described as an intense Charlie Horse sensation wracked the space between Mad’s eyes as they snapped open.

That sensation then slithered down to his throat, forcing him to cough and gasp as he writhed against the old mattress. 

He had to roll onto his side, had to use his elbow to prop himself up. It took a couple long, agonizing minutes before his breathing became steady enough. 

Heart still hammering painfully against his sternum, he stared down at his wrist-stumps. 

The bandage-layers were still splattered with crimson stains, but they were whole. No rips or tears to be found. 

The jagged mess of his skin in that area was still covered. The bleeding had stopped a long time ago. 

No organic steam, no hissing, no peeling…

With a heavy sigh (and much more effort than he’d care to admit), Mad manuvered himself to sit up, his legs now sliding over the edge, letting his boots thump against the old hardwood floor. 

His vision was quick to adjust to the darkness; this building had lost all electricity about a month ago, but that didn’t bother him too much. Besides, the moonlight filtering through that cracked window in the corner certainly helped. 

He eyes kept wandering back to his stumps as he glanced about the decaying room. He snarled at the thick spiderwebs that clung to the ceiling—what were the odds of one of those eight-legged creatures scuttling in-between the gauze and spinning a little egg-sac somewhere in his flesh..?

Mad shook his head feverishly, shudders pushing their way along his ribcage. Bright red glinted out of the corner of his eye: that wonderful, deadly, genius new toy he’d put together just the other night was sitting on the nightstand. Right where he’d left it. 

Mad stood, and as his shadow fell over it, the weapon's material seemed to glint even more. Almost like it was waiting for his next move. 

Taking a deep breath, he cradled the flame-chain (yes, that was what he was calling it. Patent-pending, bitches) and hefted it onto his back, the straps fitting around his shoulders perfectly.

Though this dead motel—the recently-condemned place that just so happened to be only a few blocks away from Freddy Fazbear’s—had made for good shelter earlier, he couldn’t afford to stay any longer. For all he knew, a construction crew would be en route to tear this place down and start building something else on its bones first thing tomorrow morning. 

He needed a new hideout. Somewhere else to stay before he could make a plan to get back to the pizzeria. 

Licking his lips, Mad threw the room’s door open and stormed down the rotting corridor. 

Adrenaline started to fester in his lungs as he realized that he already had somewhere else to go. 

He had someone to stay with. 

He had a favor to cash in…

@sammys-magical-au @lexusinsannus @im-a-weird0 @b-is-in-the-closet @that-bat

[pkmnprofloblolly]

Hi! I don’t have a specific question, but I wanted to learn more about trapince, vibrava, and flygon? They’re super cool and I love them but as I’m growing older and learning how much I don’t know, I’m realizing I don’t know a lot about these guys! (How is your flygon also? Did you raise them from a trapinch?)

sure!! flygon is one of my favorite pokemon in the world, i'm always down to talk about it.

i think the biggest misconception about flygon is what it actually is. the majority of dragon-type (or just dragon-like, hi charizard) pokemon with arms, legs, and wings as adults- species like dragonite or salamence- are part of a group of squamates (lizards, snakes, and six-limbed dragons) called the hexapodisauria, meaning six-limbed lizard/reptile. and you'd be forgiven for thinking flygon is part of that group! but in actuality, the trapinch line are actually insects. seriously! they're a kind of antlion, also called a doodlebug (joyous). most of their relatives aren't pokemon (many invertebrate species are not!), so their closest pokemon relatives most would be familiar with are beetles like pinsir and heracross.

you'd be forgiven for thinking otherwise, though- they've secondarily lost their first pair of legs (though to be fair, there are many insect pokemon which have only four limbs plus wings), and while trapinch and vibrava are covered in a chitinous exoskeleton, flygon's exoskeleton is only present on its head, legs, and tail. it also, rather uniquely, has a highly developed endoskeleton compared to its relatives. arthropods do indeed have endoskeletons, though they're much less substantial compared to their exoskeleton.

(in case anybody in unfamiliar- skeleton just refers to the supportive structures of an animal's body, and can come in forms like hydrostatic (supported by fluid pressure, as seen in many squishy invertebrates such as frillish or pyukumuku), exoskeleton (skeletal elements on the outside, like the hard carapace of a beetle), and endoskeleton (skeletal elements on the inside, like your bones). arthropods have skeletons made of chitin, while you and other vertebrates obviously have skeletons made of bone.)

the endoskeletons of arthropods are generally for muscle attachment or connective tissue. flygon's endoskeleton is derived from the exoskeleton, and has convergently formed elements similar in function to a tetrapod's skeleton. though, if you were to dissect one it'd look wildly different, more lattice-like in shape in addition to being made of different materials.

& my flygon's doing fine! she's her usual grumpy self. gummy worm (eelektrik) has realized that ground types don't take electric damage and has taken to zapping hermes for fun and she gets SO mad about it

&& nope, i met her as a vibrava! in the desert between castelia and nimbasa, pretty soon after i moved to unova in my first year of college.

[thanksjro]

Last Stand of the Wreckers, Issue #5: I Sure Hope You Didn’t Go and Get Attached to Any of These Characters…

We ended on a cliffhanger last issue, so let’s see what the lads are up to now.

Hm. That’s not great.

Overlord’s just ripped Guzzle in half for the fun of it. If you’re wondering why everyone’s outside now, it’s because he exploded the torture chamber so hard when he came in, it no longer exists. Kup doesn’t appreciate having one half of the Big Gulp duo torn in two, so he goes in for the attack. This doesn’t work out very well for him, as he has his head crushed between Guzzle’s upper and lower halves. This whole situation is a non-issue for Overlord, and barely distracts him from his goal of having Megatron show up to kick his ass. Impactor tries to have a big hero moment by shooting Overlord in the eye with his harpoon hand-attachment. Again, very little effect on Overlord; it doesn’t even seem to register on the same level as getting a little soap in your eye.

Back over with Ironfist and the Big Conundrum, Verity’s arguing that killing Impactor will kill the Wreckers- as a team, not in the literal sense. However, time’s running out, and Perceptor really doesn’t seem to be bothered by the idea of not having Impactor around.

She gets smaller every issue, I swear.

Verity makes her case to Ironfist, trying to play off of his fanboy status; the Wreckers are a symbol of hope, one that Ironfist himself created with his datalogs as Fisitron. Killing Impactor to make things easier for themselves destroys the illusion of a cohesive unit who can always be counted on when the chips are down. Too bad ol’ Ironfist knows Things™, and it’s actually Perceptor who’s swayed by her argument, which is interesting, given that he was about to vote Impactor into an early grave a minute ago.

Perceptor wasn’t always the cool, efficient sniper we see him to be in Last Stand of the Wreckers. He used to be a regular old science nerd, and a relatively talkative one at that. He wasn’t really built for a four million year war.

Then all that talking got him shot and he was left for dead.

He made some changes after that, both in body and personality.

Could his own experience with being forsaken by his peers for his flaws perhaps be influencing him here? Or am I, a reader and giant dork, just trying to justify a very quick backtracking on the narrative’s part, most likely due to page number limitations?

So they decide to fight. Then Pyro suggests they run. The “they” in this case doesn’t include himself. You remember how Optimus Prime’s big character quirk in every continuity is self-sacrifice? Yeah, we’re hitting on THAT portion of Pyro’s hero worship. It’s not exactly what he was hoping for in death, but it’s what’s got to be done at this point.

The others run off, and Pyro shoots the control to the door, bracing for one hell of a fight.

Holy shit, I forgot they had Fort Max with them! That scared the crap outta me.

There’s one last look at our hero before we go, and it…

Well, it sure is something.

Yikes. That’s a series wrap on Pyro!

Now it’s time for us to learn about what really happened on Pova. Turns out the files Ironfist had access to weren’t exactly virginal.

First things first, it was raining, and Impactor is kind of a dick. I mean, we already kind of knew that from what we’ve seen of the guy in the present day story, but this little scene really takes the cake. Springer had to basically beg him to stay with him; none of that “I’m not leaving you behind” nonsense. And the whole “shoot Springer through the midsection” idea? That was all Impactor. Springer doesn’t have a way to dampen the pain the way Impactor suggests, and doesn’t even get a moment to brace himself as he’s blasted more or less in half.

When Springer regains consciousness, he’s treated to the sight of Impactor and Prowl having a little chat. It turns out there’s a problem, and that problem’s name is bureaucracy. Pova is a protected planet, declared off-limits by the Neutrality Agreement, so any Cybertronian war business is pretty much null and void there. The fact that the Wreckers are there at all could have disastrous repercussions if the Decepticons catch wind of this and tell the Povians. They’ll have to let Squadron X go.

But it looks like Prowl forgot that Impactor’s a bad boy who doesn’t play by your daddy’s rules.

He walks into where they’re holding Squadron X, chained together into a circle on their knees, with their arms pinned behind their backs, locks the door behind himself, and executes every last one of them as Springer bangs on the door trying to get him to stop. This, obviously, puts a bit of a damper on everyone’s mood.

Even Whirl’s bummed out, and you just know that guy loves a good ‘Con-killing spree.

I guess the moral of the story here is Impactor kinda sucks.

Speaking of Impactor, Overlord’s currently stomping him to death as he holds Springer by the face. It’s honestly almost tender, the delicate placement of his fingers. It also reminds you that Overlord is literally twice the size of Springer, who, as a triple-changer, should already be on the tall side. Overlord is a big dude.

Springer’s still doing okay, because he knows that even if he doesn’t make it, the rest of his team will, and they’ll save the day and get all those Autobot prisoners off Garrus-9.

Ha. Haha. Oh, Springer, you naïve fool. You forgot that this was hell, didn’t you? Overlord already took care of the Autobot prisoners.

Someone really took their gun to that hanging guy on the left and said “fuck this dude in particular.”

Then the calvary arrives! With guns! And art tangents!

Surely things are looking up now!

Ironfist throws Springer a gun that’s about as big as he is- where did he get that?- and Springer proceeds to light Overlord the fuck up.

You don’t get the B-word pass at IDW unless you’ve already had your series truncated and the entire universe is about to get ended for a reboot. That’s just how it goes.

Of course, even the big boy gun isn’t enough to do much to Overlord outside of annoy him, and Springer gets his face ripped off for his troubles.

Now it’s just Ironfist and Verity left, and Overlord is very much looking forward to doing very bad things to both of them. Ironfist has a gambit though! That gun Springer had was actually firing deterrence chips into Overlord’s body, and now he’s just chock-full of the things. And since Ironfist has all of Aequitas in his head now- including the detonation codes- he can do this:

He blew Overlord’s lips clean off! The evil truly is defeated.

However, using this newfound power has costs- Ironfist is knocked clean out by a sudden pain in his head, eyes flaring and fizzing as he hits the ground, leaving Verity alone with Overlord’s flaming, animated endoskeleton.

Yeah no, he’s still not dead, and he’s still not fucking over Megatron, lamenting on how he just isn’t sure how he’ll fight him, now that he’s little more than robot bones. Verity has to be the one to break it to the guy that Megatron’s dead, and Overlord takes it about as well as he can.

I’m sorry Overlord, but at what friggin’ point were you promised ANYTHING from Megatron “Peace Through Tyranny” of Tarn? You were threatened, but that’s a little different than a vow to get revenge. Hell, that’s not even on the same level as as pinky-promise. What a baby.

Impactor ends the pity party by shooting Overlord with his alt-mode’s weaponry and then does a little something for Springer… by not ending Overlord. Nope, looks like the death of Springer finally let him see the error of his ways, and they’re going to bring Overlord in to stand trial, because while the guy deserves to die, Impactor doesn’t deserve to kill him. Maybe if more Transformers took this little idea to heart, they wouldn’t still be at war four million years and counting.

Impactor goes to radio for a ride, and Ironfist wakes up. It looks like everything’s going to be okay now.

Or not.

Yep, those weird brain-seeking bullets Ironfist had loaded into all the guns he brought on the trip were perfected after a disastrous prototype testing accident. THE accident, if you will. Prowl knew about this, and used it to his advantage, throwing Ironfist on the mission, with the intent that he’d be used to unlock Aequitas. Topspin, of course, caused the plan to change a bit, but it all worked out in the end.

Also, Springer isn’t dead. He’s pretty messed up, but he’s not dead. They’ve got Ratchet on it, it’ll be fine.

And thus we arrive at the debriefing, between Prowl and Ultra Magnus. Magnus is questioning just why Prowl had this mission sanctioned in the first place, if he was so very against the Aequitas trials while they were happening. The answer is simple: propaganda. If the Decepticons were to find out that the trials involved nothing but Autobot war crimes, and lots of ‘em, it would be the ultimate blow to the Autobot forces.

Ultra Magnus thinks that they should go public with the information, but Prowl disagrees. The only copy of Aequitas is left with Prowl, and while Ultra Magnus would like to trust that he wouldn’t destroy this info, the end result is left a mystery.

But you’ll have to read the sequel series to see just how that all turns out.

If Ironfist is dead, just who is writing up this narrative framing device for the issue? Why, it’s none other than Verity Carlo, using the power of the internet. I guess she has access to the Cybertronian internet now. Wonder who hooked her up with that. Probably not Ultra Magnus. Maybe Percy did her a solid as a thanks for surgically removing Overlord’s will to live.

Whether you want it to or not, I suppose.

This miniseries is a little dark, ain’t it?

Verity went to all the trouble to leave Earth and hide in the escape pods so she wouldn’t be abandoned, only to end up right where she started, with a heaping spoonful of PTSD to pair off with all the disappointment and lack of friends in her life. She watched a lot of people die on Garrus-9, and she’s in no way battle-hardened like one could argue the other surviving Wreckers are. All she has at this point is a blog she inherited from a nerd who accidentally committed a slow-burn suicide. I hope Perceptor will keep in touch with her, at least, seeing as he’s the only one who was also there and isn’t dead.

That’s the end of the miniseries proper, but not the entirety of the story. Up next, we’ll be looking at all the fun little extras Last Stand of the Wreckers came with.

[oct0lightsquare]

Praline Paradise

Animatronic Species: Fox

Height: 6’4”

Weight: 412 LBS

Appearance:

Pastel Pink: The inside of ears, paint across face, the middle section of torso, middle section (between thighs), paws and feet

Magma Pink: The deepest part of ears, painted cheeks, claws and paw prints

White: Outer part of ears, the outer section of face and rest of head, outer section of torso, outer section of thighs, calves, upper arm and lower arm

Gold: The outer ring of eyes

Sunset Red: The pupils of eyes

Build: Semi-Slender (Slightly Bulky Arms, Petite Waist)

Talents: Singing, Announcing, Leadership, Commanding

Occupation: Main Singer/Performer

Nickname(s): Mrs. Paradise

Residence:

Building: “Preline’s Paradise” Family Bakery

Room: 1A

Location: On top of the stage

Facts:

Has a bossy, impatient, somewhat motherly and authoritary personality

Takes the role of the boss very seriously

Fellow animatronics call her “The Denmother”. (Jokes on them she takes pride to this)

Won’t let other robots now this, but she adores children

Made a rule of “No bad-mouthing adults” because she heard Linda yelling slurs at the adults.

Not that she doesn’t agree with some of those slurs. It’s just that “....there were children in there Linda.”

Has a giant soft pink rosebud in the middle of her chest. It’s not fake and cannot be easily picked off. It wasn’t there before and the staff doesn’t know how to pull it off so they just go with it

(Has an audio tune chip that activate showtime fireworks. Don’t worry, they aren’t real. But have to make them kiddies happy, right?)

Sometimes let’s the birthday child sing with her on their special day

Also has a big fluffy tail. Let’s the children pet it but stops once they try to cross the line and pull some of the fur

The animatronics invite her to playtime and even though she is flustered easily, she accepts every single time

Crystal

Animatronic Species: Cat

Height: 6’3”

Weight: 347 LBS

Appearance:

Thistle Purple: Entire Head, Neck, Entire chest except the middle section, torso, thighs

Royal Purple: Outer ring of ears, muzzle mouth, heart-shaped spot in the middle of chest, lower arms and hands, calves and feet, tail

Soft Pink: Painted Cheeks

Wine Purple: Eyes and Make-Up (only eyeshadow)

Build: Slender

Talents: Singing and Dancing, Teaching, Interactive with Children

Occupation: Second Main-Singer/ Main Performer

Nickname(s): Mama Christie, Momma Kitty

Residence:

Building: “Preline’s Paradise” Family Bakery

Room: 2A

Location: On the highest stage

Facts:

Has a classy, motherly and helpful personality

Loves dancing with children and teaches them new dance tricks that they can try at home

Has a little violet tutu with gold balls at the end

Doesn’t only dance in that though. Sometimes the boys want to learn how to classy dance, so she either wears a tutu or tuxedo.

However, if some boys want to wear tutus and learn to dance that way, she will allow them to do as such

Cannot cook. Has to read a cooking book at least 6 correct times before she can properly complete the first step.

Only sings when on stage with Ginger and Praline

Only calls Praline “Denmother” once in a while, as she believes the name could upset her

Has two lavender roses on her hands. Sometimes they get in the way when teaching and can mess her up often. The staff doesn’t know how to get rid of them and just provides Crystal the ability to teach without touching the children’s hands as it can harm them.

Does not like having her picture taken. It harms her eye lids and sometimes she closes them when taking a picture for a newspaper or family photo

Ginger

Animatronic Species: Bird (Mix of a Pelican and Chicken)

Height: 6’5”

Weight: 365 LBS

Appearance:

Ivory White: The front section of face, last row of feathers on wings, splotches on the second and first row of feathers,Thighs and Calves

Olive Green: Left section of “Feather Hair”, Upper Section of Torso, Arms and Chest, The second row of feathers, Calves and Claws/Feet, Eyes

Pastel Blue: Right section of “Feather Hair”, Lower section of torso, arms and chest, thighs, the first row of feathers, Painted Cheeks

Build: Petite and Fluffy (Has a lot of feathers sticking around)

Talents: Baking, Dancing, Teaching, Pun Master

Occupation: Third Lead Singer/ Baker

Nickname(s): Gingy, Ginger Ale, Mrs. Pelican

Residence:

Building: “Preline’s Paradise” Family Bakery

Room: 3A

Location: Behind the curtain on a stage

Facts:

Has a bright, silky, big sisterly and childish personality

Loves baking, and loves it even more when her friends and children come to help

Thinks it’s funny when people mistake her for either a pelican or chicken

She basically have three rows of feathers, each a different color; her first row (which begins right after the bone of the arm) is pastel blue, her second row is olive green, and her third row is ivory white

Sometimes wears an apron that says “Kiss The Chick” (Coco made it for her)

Tries to eat sometimes (Even though she can’t and sometimes has to be enough to technician to get pizza and pie out of her endoskeleton mouth)

Blushes and gets flustered easily

Has a little cupcake called Candi. She’s Black, White and Orange (White Icing, Black Wrapping and Black and White Candle)

Has a periwinkle rose in the oddest place in the world- on her tongue. It doesn’t really bother her that much, since her entire mouth is made of metal. It’s just weird when she poked her tongue and bam!- there it is.

Tries to teach the others how to bake and cook so they could try to make the cakes for the children. She doesn’t mind making the cakes, she just wants the others to experience a baking talent as well.

She can’t sing, like at all. Her musical voice box was broken in an accident and she couldn’t sing properly without a scratchy tone. She stuck to baking after that, afraid of being embarrassed once more

Has a southern accent to replace her voice box a little. Can explain why she can’t sing so well because she doesn’t have a southern accent for her musical voice box which is still broken and would sound scratchy without the southern accent to help it.

But she can surely dance her feathers off.

Sometimes lays eggs during Easter for the children to find

Cookie

Animatronic Species: Bear

Height: 6’0”

Weight: 350 lbs

Appearance:

Bubblegum Pink: Entirety of Face, Top section of torso, Thighs, calves and claws

Apricot Orange: Tuft of Hair across face, painted cheeks, bottom section of torso, calves, paw prints and paws,

Jade: Eyes

Build: Short and Chubby(“not chub. Fluff. Fluffy.”)

Talents: Singing, Baking, Motherly, Interactive With Children

Occupation: Second Lead Performer/ Second Baker

Nickname(s): Mrs. The Way The Cookie Crumbles, Mama Bear, Mother Bear, Chub Bear

Residence:

Building: “Preline’s Paradise” Family Bakery

Room: 3A

Location: Behind the curtain

Facts:

Has a shy, mature, isolated but sweet personality

Hides behind the curtain when Ginger is performing

Mostly speaks to Ginger, barely talks to the others

Why? It’s not that she doesn’t like them. It’s because she has a soft and adorable voice that isn’t usual for a bear animatronic. Not to mention she’s the shortest animatronic there, and feels very outnumbered when in the large group. Overwhelms her, prefers to stay alone

When she does perform, she sometimes sings “Happy Birthday” for the birthday child. Ginger adores it when she does. She even gives toys and free prizes to the birthday child and their friends because no one should feel left out just cause it ain’t their birthday

The kids love to cuddle her and she loves it too. It’s just - “They’re-They’re so- so little. I could- could smoosh them and they- they could get crushed and oh-oh I could do so much harm-harm to them and oh...” “Cookie hun, Ah love ya and all but you’re overreacting.”

Has a large golden rose on her back. Doesn’t bother her at all but when she cuddles with the children, they tend to get curious and try to pull it. Believes it’s important to her structure and tries to calm the children down before they can completely pull the Rose off.

Can sing great, but cannot dance for the life of her. Due to her structure, she can try but she is very clumsy and most likely fall on her butt.

Gets cookie crumbs in her hair sometimes

Loves “sleeping”. “Sleeps” all the time

Hates when others call her clumsy or chubby. That’s why she hides a lot.

Adores when the children call her mama bear. May cry sometimes by accident. (Wait if she’s a robot how can she cry?— *Hits you*)

Sometimes has puppets and may put on a puppet show, or use them to tell stories

Linda

Animatronic Species: Lynx

Height: 6’5”

Weight: Nearly 290 LBS

Appearance:

Mauve Purple: Entirety of Head Excluding the Muzzle, Top section of torso, calves and thighs, Arms

Blush Pink: Eyes

Peppermint Green: Tips of Ears, Eyebrows, Painted Cheeks and Corner Cheeks, Sections of Lower Arms, Pelvis Area, Paws and Feet

Build: Tall, Petite and Agile

Talents: Agility, Acrobatics, Atheletic, Interactive with Children

Occupation: Lead Entertainer

Nickname(s): Linsey, Da-Da, Lin-Lin, Mrs. Firecracker

Residence:

Building: “Preline’s Paradise” Family Bakery

Room: 4A

Location: On the Highest Stage

Facts:

Has a wild, feisty, childish and protective personality

Is extremely protective over Coco

Has the sharpest teeth you’d ever see. The staff sometimes has to put a muzzle on her when she gets too wild.

Is extremely stubborn, and won’t listen to riders given to her by Praline unless bribed with something

Or unless Coco asks her to

Gets into arguments with Praline a lot

Can get bribed with a bell or cat toys. But she hates to admit it

Sometimes tries encouraging Cookie to come out of her shell more. Hates it when Cookie shys away from group activities or playtime

Acts like a child during playtime and loves cuddling Coco the most

She and Coco are really close

To entertain the children, she and Coco sometimes do acrobatics and adventure activities with the children. They’ll even let some of them join the acrobatics, but only when they’re safe.

Have their own acrobatics room

Has a Bright Red Rose on her left eye. It bothers the h#ll out of her, and it strangely itches when she’s aggravated. It also emits this disgusting smell when she’s stubborn or angry. It’s really annoying.

Has a total sweet tooth (even tho she’s a friggen robot—). Sometimes she’ll have to join Ginger to clean out her endoskeleton that’s filled with Chocolate Dream Snap Cookies and Vanilla Frosting

Won’t admit it, but actually is pretty protective of all the robots, even Praline. Is pretty Tsundere about it.

(I don’t know about her design so much. I might change it but I’m cool with it right now. I want to see how it develops.)

Coco

Animatronic Species: Red Panda

Height: 6’7”

Weight: 310 LBS

Appearance:

Sangria: Entire head except for muzzle, Entire Torso, Upper Arm, Thighs, tail

Blush Pink: Half Section of Ears, Muzzle, Splotches shown across torso, kneecaps, claws and hands

White: Tips of their ears, Markings down eyes, Calves

Seafoam Green: Eyes, Nose, Painted Cheeks, Upper Arms, Scarf, Second color in tail

Build: Tall, Slender, Fluffy

Talents: Dancing, Acrobatics, Cuddling, Interaction with children

Occupation: Second Lead Entertainer

Nickname(s): No Nicknames

Residence:

Building: “Preline’s Paradise” Family Bakery

Room: 4A

Location: On the second highest stage

Facts:

Has a shy, gentle, delicate, sensitive, and emotional personality

A total gentle giant. You simply could not make this one sad unless you’re a total jerk and keep pestering them

Muzzle makes everyone think they ate some cupcake frosting. It’s really embarrassing.

Cares a lot about everyone, Linda the most

Was given no gender. Is referred to as they/them

Please do not call them an “It”, it offends them and makes them believe they are an item of some sort

Is sometimes picked up by Linda. Doesn’t mind if, just flustered by the suddenness of it sometimes

Tries to speak with Cookie sometimes, whenever they feel that the bear is lonely or needs some company

Hates standing on the stage because it brings up some memories. Will become calm if Linda is able to stand alongside them.

Is sometimes scared of Linda’s teeth.

Has a big seafoam green rose on their right eye. Doesn’t bother them much, but it doesn’t leave them alone either. Sometimes it will leak oil which could frighten the guests.

Always has a squint on their right eye

Can bake only a little. Can sometimes bake Linda something to make her feel better.

Penny

Animatronic Species: Puppy

Height: 7’0”

Weight: 380

Appearance:

Violet Purple: Her ears, the muzzle, her lower arms and paws, her belly and middle torso, the middle of her thighs, her paw feet

White: Head (exclude muzzle), upper arms, outer torso, outer portion of thighs

Gold: Eyes

Build: Tall and Petite

Talents: Puppeteer Practice

Occupation: Out of Order/ Former Puppeteer

Nickname(s): Pen-Pen, Mystery Puppy

Residence:

Building: “Preline’s Paradise” Family Bakery

Room: Storage Room

Location: In the back behind chairs

Facts:

No body in the pizzeria knows about this character too much. No one has ever seen them