#pizzaplexmechanic

[mechanicaldance]

a soft hum emitted as the embrace was more or less returned. It was true, everyone was busy and mostly occupied, but Ballora had grown attached to Russell. His absence, for whatever reason, was duly noted. She had to check up on him.

“Why would monsieur not be missed?” The dancer questioned in her thick accent. “The girls miss you dearly. You are their favorite,” she added, as she gently reached to squish the mechanics cheeks.

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[littlexstarlightx]

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          ☀️ Sapphire hues narrowed at the male, they stood eye to eye and for once the ginger didn’t have to look up when someone was literally looking down at her. Though no matter how much she ‘puffed’ herself up the cotton candy shaded women who was slightly florescent with glitter wasn’t scary. Even if she wanted to be. 

                “I’ve been taking care of them for MONTHS now. Now all of a sudden the higher ups care what I'm doing? If you must be critical of my work , certified or not; my father has overseen my files when done. If HE trusts me ....and mind you he really REALLY doesn’t like the animatronics despite being a shareholder THAT should mean something!?” One would expect such a statement to be said in overly privilege  childness but it was said in sad anger. 

                The women had tears beading at the corners of her eyes. “Please don’t take him away ...he’s so scared of P&S.” 🌙

[mechanicaldance]

Her gaze shifted from the mechanic’s face to the inside of her shoulder. Part of her half expected muscle and bone, something shed seen more often than she should’ve. But no, its just wiring. Thick wiring strung together to make a sturdy form. Way back Emelie had snuck peeks at these skeletons when William had worked on the Funtimes. They really were different than the originals: Freddy, Chica, Bonnie, Foxy. So much more different than them. Those awful, swful springlock suits…

Ballora sucked in a ’breath’ at the prodding, then a sigh when the prongs seemingly slid back in to place. Her insides were strangely sensitive. It felt odd being touched this way. She recalled briefly of all those technicians she had killed down in the bunker who dared touch her, for any reason. Russell, he had her permission - and trust. That didn’t come by much these days. She shifted upon her seat, the hand not being worked on fidgeted on the top outer skirt as she waited, the soft twinkling of the pompom bells eased her nerves a bit.

The dancer side eyed the mechanic. She could tell that he didnt believed her. Why would he? Russell had no reason to, and it was pretty far fetched. A crazy tale, but her life - and afterlife - was everything but normal. Part of her needed him to believe her, but why? Why was the big question, and she let out another noise - a heavy sigh.

It took a few moments until she caught sight of the pretty wedding ring on her finger. Since she became engaged all those years ago, she never had taken the ring off. Before foming here and getting a makeover, the ring had been on a necklace that hing between her cleavage, but now was resized to fit on her finger. Ballora held her hand out so he could see the ring, if he wanted to, fingers extended. A darling rose gold ring in the shape of a dagger with pretty purple diamonds. “You might not believe me, but what i say is true.”

A pause.

”I was born into a traveling circus, but i was a mute. The flying trapeze, i did that with one of my brothers, Alphie.” Another pause, a sigh. The animatronic gazed at the mechanic, a sad expression on her face. The same extended arm was quick to bring Russell in for an embrace, but being this close, a soft ticking could be heard. A ticking that closely resembled a beating heart. ”Mon amour was too smart for his own good, I never understood any of it. I still do not. I miss him, and Henry. And my children.”

Children. Wait! ”That… blonde girl, the security guard. What is her name - do you know?”

mechanicaldance​:

Ballora never liked parts and services. The location itself wasn’t bad but it was just section, this room. Being isolated almost. It reminded her too harshly of the scooper room. A terrible room. An awful, bad room. The locking of the room nearly made her terrified, almost made her bolt. Part of her imagined the giant metal scooper lowering -

She gave a shake of her head. No, don’t think of that. This wasn’t that! No scooper, no need to be. Her endo was intact, she’s simply getting a little repair done, she told herself. Lilac hues eyed the machine wearily, and she braced herself. Since she’s an animatronic the pain meter was different than when she was human but she could still feel. The process wasn’t suppose to hurt but it was there.

Her gaze lowered to Russell, onto his face. She was silent a few moments as she gauged his reaction. Powered down? In the history of the dancer there wasn’t any powering down - except if one counted the very brief idle of being shocked by those awful electro shocks. “Non, I don’t think you understand. My husband created her, Ballora. For me.” Maybe she shouldn’t spill the truth, play it off as a story but she’s already started. Her memories were there.

“My name is Emelie,” she started then gave a small pause. “Emelie Afton.” Her gaze flickered to her shoulder a few moments then went back to the man’s face. Well, she trusted him well enough. It’s up to him if he chose to believe her. “He created her for me, made her a dancer. Even though I hate dancing. He knew that, claimed it fit the theme of the Funtimes.” The funtimes, her friends. Her family. Deep down in the bunker. How sad circus baby’s ended up -

“Have you heard of them, mon ami? Before… things happened.” A soft sigh, a gentle whirring of mechanical parts within her frame. “But I soon died after. A circus incident.”

In truth Russel had been half listening after the machine had pulled back the plates around the shoulder and arm revealing the inner mass of thick metal wires that wove around the endoskeleton below. It almost resembled muscle in the way they wove over one another in a complex pattern.  Ah. This was…different. So much more older yet strangely more complex than the current endos he had grown used to operating on. 

Had they even had the spare parts for such an outdated model? Sure, Russel had macgyvered his way though some of the lesser known animatronics before, but never on something so…old. It would be like messing with history itself! 

He had seen that some of the wires around her shoulder appeared loose. A light pull and they had appeared to be disconnected all together. Some of the metal prongs at the end distorted and bent - though not unfixable. 

Oh how he prayed that it was the only problem. Please let it be that easy. 

“I’m familiar with Afton Robotics and how that is a name of someone who co-founded this whole franchise. I think Mr. Afton’s technology had paved the way for advancements in robotics.” Russel started, pressing his fingers against the prongs to push them back into place. 

“I think I remember seeing advertisements for the Funtimes back in the day. I wanted to see them in person but it had suddenly shut down one day. Something about gasleaks.” 

Russel hadn’t been ignoring the more problematic part of her stories. The claims to be someone else - to have died. An impossible scenario in the mechanics eyes. It was easier to believe that it had been some sort of sick play on French people being sad, so it only made sense to give the animatronic a disturbing, tragic memory. 

Though Russel couldn’t out right tell her that those memories were likely planted in to give her a personality. That would violate rule number 3. : Never contradict a performers memory. The ever learning AI would have a crisis that no one wanted to try and wipe away. 

“I think fate must be cruel to put you in the body that dances for a living if that’s the case, Emelie.” Thanks to his training, Russel had been quick to adapt using a new name. Just as he had been quick to participate in workouts with Chica or talk about the bayou with Monty for the sake of keeping whatever story in their head going. 

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Ballora seemed quite pleased with herself. She’d been surprised but with all her digging, she’d found a little treasure! It’s one of the daggers she’d had when alive, she knew she’d be reunited with her precious daggers. They’d belonged her deceased brother and basically was inherited. Her eldest son had one, and now her favorite mechanic had one! If he kept it, that’s okay. If he doesn’t, it’s also okay. There’s no malicious intent whatsoever. She was simply a gift giver

“No bad feelings if you don’t ever use it. I wanted you to have it. Belonged to me when I was alive.” A small pause. “Je t’aime. You know that, Russell?”

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[mechanicaldance]

She was in parts and services. Her arm hadn’t been acting the best but she still worked. Right? She felt fine. Until she raised her left arm then there was mind trouble.

“I don’t need to be here,” Ballora voiced with obvious annoyance.

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[mechanicaldance]

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Russell has special privileges no one outside of William has. Ballora Will (begrudgingly) let him fix her up. Since she actually likes him. as well as the minireenas (so they’re also his problem)

[mechanicaldance]

Ballora: I only trust William checking me out. G!Ballora: I guess Russell is okay but he definitely is no William.

she’s very picky on who can touch her. Even if she’s malfunctioning to hell and back

[zenlesszonezero]

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[littlexstarlightx]

For all intent and purpose the tape left at Melissa's station was meant as a gift. Russel had even gone through the trouble of poorly tying a bow around it even. It was the security footage pulled from the records of her repairing Sun on one of their bad days. It might of been even his attempt to show his solidarity with her wanting them being taken care of had there been any indication who the sender was. There was only a slightly ominous note left that read: Keep out of trouble

☀️ She was confused for a moment and then panicked thinking it was another blackmail video. Her mind was running a mile a minute on if this was the only copy or if it was just blank.

Slowly she reached for the note and it only seemed to cause her to panic more. Melissa was happy to have said tape but now the only problem was that Russel now had a video of her panicking. Still, there was sentiment here. So the nanny turned around and waved at said camera. 🌙

[mechanicaldance]

Ballora never liked parts and services. The location itself wasn’t bad but it was just section, this room. Being isolated almost. It reminded her too harshly of the scooper room. A terrible room. An awful, bad room. The locking of the room nearly made her terrified, almost made her bolt. Part of her imagined the giant metal scooper lowering -

She gave a shake of her head. No, don’t think of that. This wasn’t that! No scooper, no need to be. Her endo was intact, she’s simply getting a little repair done, she told herself. Lilac hues eyed the machine wearily, and she braced herself. Since she’s an animatronic the pain meter was different than when she was human but she could still feel. The process wasn’t suppose to hurt but it was there.

Her gaze lowered to Russell, onto his face. She was silent a few moments as she gauged his reaction. Powered down? In the history of the dancer there wasn’t any powering down - except if one counted the very brief idle of being shocked by those awful electro shocks. “Non, I don’t think you understand. My husband created her, Ballora. For me.” Maybe she shouldn’t spill the truth, play it off as a story but she’s already started. Her memories were there.

“My name is Emelie,” she started then gave a small pause. “Emelie Afton.” Her gaze flickered to her shoulder a few moments then went back to the man’s face. Well, she trusted him well enough. It’s up to him if he chose to believe her. “He created her for me, made her a dancer. Even though I hate dancing. He knew that, claimed it fit the theme of the Funtimes.” The funtimes, her friends. Her family. Deep down in the bunker. How sad circus baby’s ended up -

“Have you heard of them, mon ami? Before… things happened.” A soft sigh, a gentle whirring of mechanical parts within her frame. “But I soon died after. A circus incident.”

mechanicaldance​:

Ballora knew she couldn’t afford to be reckless despite being in such a strong body. She also knew Russell was good at his job, and she trusted him more than anyone here at the plex. Such wasn’t much but it’s something at least. All the past technicians tasked to watch over her had ended up dead for one reason or another. Most reasons involved how her body was proportioned: she shared similar traits in her human body.

The dancer watched him search around. Idly fingers toyed with the pompom bells on the striped top skirt as she waited. She was half tempted to stall but knew better than to let this go unlooked at for much longer. She offered up a small hum once the manual was found. From her spot she could tell it was old. She was old - at least the model was. Over thirty years at least, if memory served right. Far too long being alive like this..

At the pat, Ballora obediently hopped right onto the table as requested with the soft twinkles that follows her everywhere. Over the years she had learned about herself, how this body worked, what made it stop. Nothing to an expert of course, but it’s something. A bit helpful most days. What else could she have done? Trapped in that bunker for what seemed like eternity?

“My husband built her for me,” Ballora reminisced sadly before she turned her gaze to Russell, the injured arm held out for him to look at. “I never got to appreciate her, before I died.” This was out of blue, talking about her past. Would Russ believe her, understand what she meant? She felt possibly too comfortable with him, maybe that’s why she’s entertaining him with her backstory.

There it was: the permission. Not that it was nessicary to begin work, but it was nice when the animatronics didn’t need to be strapped down and the overhead machine detaching their more dangerous parts so that work could commence. That of course didn’t mean that Russel’s gentle method was any less dangerous should anything glitch out. 

Parts and Services had been one of the more dangerous jobs where no ones saftey had ever been guaranteed. The only protection Faz Bear Entertainment had offered would be to seal the repairing attendee in to protect everyone else. Less lawsuits if a malfunctioning animatronic could only maim or kill one person oppose to guests or company property. 

There was a hiss and the mechanical clicking of locks reverberating in the chamber as it sealed both the tech and Ballora in. An A.I. generated voice droning off it’s instructions and liability warnings as the mechanical device above whirled to life. 

Russel grabbed at the hanging machine adjusting it ever so slightly for it to begin peel back the protective covering around her shoulder and arm with fluid precision. While his focus had been on the machine - constantly adjusting it so it didn’t pull Ballora apart as it would with the new models, he had cocked his head towards her as a sign he had been listening even if his eyes had not been on her. 

“ You’re husband?” he parroted, wondering just what sort of intention her creator had when constructing the ballerina. He wasn’t sure what to make of what she said. “ Did he create someone else before you powered down? I’m sure I could put a search request if we missed anyone down there that needs repaired.” He didn’t quite grasp the meaning of her words, believing it was merely an elaborate story that had been coded into her. A bit morbid for kids sure, but as long as there was a happy ending no one really cared what it entailed. 

[mechanicaldance]

Ballora knew she couldn’t afford to be reckless despite being in such a strong body. She also knew Russell was good at his job, and she trusted him more than anyone here at the plex. Such wasn’t much but it’s something at least. All the past technicians tasked to watch over her had ended up dead for one reason or another. Most reasons involved how her body was proportioned: she shared similar traits in her human body.

The dancer watched him search around. Idly fingers toyed with the pompom bells on the striped top skirt as she waited. She was half tempted to stall but knew better than to let this go unlooked at for much longer. She offered up a small hum once the manual was found. From her spot she could tell it was old. She was old - at least the model was. Over thirty years at least, if memory served right. Far too long being alive like this..

At the pat, Ballora obediently hopped right onto the table as requested with the soft twinkles that follows her everywhere. Over the years she had learned about herself, how this body worked, what made it stop. Nothing to an expert of course, but it’s something. A bit helpful most days. What else could she have done? Trapped in that bunker for what seemed like eternity?

“My husband built her for me,” Ballora reminisced sadly before she turned her gaze to Russell, the injured arm held out for him to look at. “I never got to appreciate her, before I died.” This was out of blue, talking about her past. Would Russ believe her, understand what she meant? She felt possibly too comfortable with him, maybe that’s why she’s entertaining him with her backstory.

mechanicaldance​:

The ballerina knew all too well what caused the injury. She had found an opening somewhere that lead downwards and she jumped down, but had caught a limb on a broken piece of concrete. Though it didn’t help she continued to use that arm during the night. The night that occurred two nights ago. Seems even as an animatronic she was quite stubborn and not telling others about her injuries.

When she finished the sequence, she turned her attention onto the mechanic. Her arm lowered to her side but not without a jerk. It hurt, she didn’t think it could. Perhaps a wire had gotten pinched somewhere in the miscalculated jump? Unless it’s broken. Or an actual joint, part of her metal fractured? She’ll have to trust Russell, and allow herself to be looked at.

With a long look she slowly moved back into the room. Sealing her fate indeed, she couldn’t spend all night here. Yet at the man’s words she flinched. Wear and tear. Ballora was considerably old, since she was made at least thirty years ago. Who knows exactly how long she’d been kept down in the bunker.. but the thought scared her..

“No more jokes! Come fix me.”

The lack of answers on her end did not go unnoticed but Russel had decided not to press the issue. Whatever apprehension had about being worked on had vanished it seemed which really suited him just fine. 

“As you wish.” He said simply, following along with her back into the workshop.

As terrible as he felt for the poor thing and it’s injury there was a sort of giddiness to the man as he prepped the station for repairs. The older models like Ballora’s were very few and rare for him to actually work on due to their unique endoskeletons, wires and spring locks. 

The Glamrocks and endos he had dealt with were more…streamlined. Far less wires and plates that stretched and flexed as if breathing. Which was only  a touch unsettling. Russel would take out a large dusty manual book for reference on her repairs. Its pages were yellow and stiff with age looking as if it would crumble and break apart with just the slightest bit of force. 

“ I’m sure whatever the problem is we can fix it in a jiff. “ The table was patted gently, a silent request for her to hop up. There wouldn’t be any way of knowing the extent of her damage until the machine opened the casing. 

[mechanicaldance]

The ballerina knew all too well what caused the injury. She had found an opening somewhere that lead downwards and she jumped down, but had caught a limb on a broken piece of concrete. Though it didn’t help she continued to use that arm during the night. The night that occurred two nights ago. Seems even as an animatronic she was quite stubborn and not telling others about her injuries.

When she finished the sequence, she turned her attention onto the mechanic. Her arm lowered to her side but not without a jerk. It hurt, she didn’t think it could. Perhaps a wire had gotten pinched somewhere in the miscalculated jump? Unless it’s broken. Or an actual joint, part of her metal fractured? She’ll have to trust Russell, and allow herself to be looked at.

With a long look she slowly moved back into the room. Sealing her fate indeed, she couldn’t spend all night here. Yet at the man’s words she flinched. Wear and tear. Ballora was considerably old, since she was made at least thirty years ago. Who knows exactly how long she’d been kept down in the bunker.. but the thought scared her..

“No more jokes! Come fix me.”

mechanicaldance​:

Her dance routine. She actually had a few but suppose it didn’t matter which one. Ballora was a complex animatronic, for more than one reason. An eye cracked open to see the vague gestures and she found herself nodding along. Yes this room was incredibly messy - who never cleans up after themselves?? - and the hallway did have more room. More or less.

The dancer eyed Russell but carefully made her way out of the room and into the corridor. Less messy indeed and no tripping hazard. Perhaps she should send the little ones to help the poor guy clean the room during her next performance. Call it a little thank you, if one will.

When she noticed the mechanic follow its then she started a routine. A simple one but it’s made clear that indeed her arm wasn’t working properly. A bit jerky on the upwards movements but only that one arm. She won’t tell how it happened, if he asked. Though despite being stubborn, suppose she should get it looked at. Who knows when she needs to be at her 100% best.

Whoever sent the bots down usually had shot him a message regarding the issue. Possibly the most helpful information they could pass along as the residents had a stubborn streak and would usually insist nothing had been wrong.  Though this report didn’t indicate how the damage had occurred.

It allowed him time to come up with specific tests that would shine a glaring light on whatever damage or malfunction had occurred. The man watched the performance with an impassive look, the jerky movement of the arm considerably noticeable compared to the woman’s otherwise fluid dance. 

“Ballora, I do believe I see a problem. Your arm is looking a little stiff there. Not the worse thing in the world but if left it could fester into something much worse if left untreated. ” he stated simply, motioning towards her arm once the dance had concluded. 

The mechanic moved to hold open one of the large red doors for her, waiting ever so patiently for her to step back in to Parts and Services. The confirmation of the malfunction had only sealed her fate that she would need to be looked at.  “Any idea what could of caused this? A fall or handsy child? It could be something as simple as one of your wires coming lose. Or maybe wear and tear catching up with you.” Russel liked to speculate before cracking open the machines. It tended to help him figure out if an issue could be prevented in the future. 

[mechanicaldance]

Well, that was true. She didn’t want to be here either. Parts and services scared her a bit, as it should. The area has the same energy as the scooping room -

Perhaps she did have something wrong but she just didn’t want to be here. Ballora focused on Russell, and made a noise of her own. “Alright, what sort of tests?”

She was in parts and services. Her arm hadn’t been acting the best but she still worked. Right? She felt fine. Until she raised her left arm then there was mind trouble.

“I don’t need to be here,” Ballora voiced with obvious annoyance.

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[mechanicaldance]

Her dance routine. She actually had a few but suppose it didn’t matter which one. Ballora was a complex animatronic, for more than one reason. An eye cracked open to see the vague gestures and she found herself nodding along. Yes this room was incredibly messy - who never cleans up after themselves?? - and the hallway did have more room. More or less.

The dancer eyed Russell but carefully made her way out of the room and into the corridor. Less messy indeed and no tripping hazard. Perhaps she should send the little ones to help the poor guy clean the room during her next performance. Call it a little thank you, if one will.

When she noticed the mechanic follow its then she started a routine. A simple one but it’s made clear that indeed her arm wasn’t working properly. A bit jerky on the upwards movements but only that one arm. She won’t tell how it happened, if he asked. Though despite being stubborn, suppose she should get it looked at. Who knows when she needs to be at her 100% best.

She was in parts and services. Her arm hadn’t been acting the best but she still worked. Right? She felt fine. Until she raised her left arm then there was mind trouble.

“I don’t need to be here,” Ballora voiced with obvious annoyance.

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