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A taste of your own medicine, may satisfy your urges.
Salutations, sir, perhaps a new animatronic would help in my area of field!
Your 'job', which contained you being frequently broken, and desperatedly needed to be cleaned every singular minute, the familiar urges, and thoughts, to tear out your wires, and finally clog your systems with (disgusting, filthy) human food, taunting you - despite the recent approval to 'help' you, as in making new animatronics to replace you, and eventually making everyone forget about you - just what you wanted!
But, it was a-okay. You were going to be free from the endless torment of kids grasping at you, and your clothes in general, and the PAIN of yourself being torn to your knees, and violently shoved into the soft padding below by a couple of rowdy nine (9) year olds (you weren't sure how they did so, weren't you like... double the weight of a fridge , or maybe you were lighter than you originally thought. Wasn't something you needed to worry about anyways, anymore, if you were actually going to be replaced, or spared).
...
Fuck they were ugly.
Were supposed to be your thoughts, if you actually saw them in all their non-existant glory. But guess what?
Yeah, you were shut down. Again, from your battery draining like the (useless. idiotic. stupid. bitchy.) embodiment of your mental sanity slowwlyyy falling and causing you to become a crazed psychopath like that weird rabbit lady thing you keep seeing outside of the Daycare!
But, regardless, you were called back to your station after you recharged , cowering like the stupid imbecile of coward you were,and as you gazed at the neatly labelled boxes, you couldn't help but notice the limp, unmoving body of an animatronic near them.Hopefully, your new companion.
''You. Get them up to the storage room thingy upstairs in the theatre, Star.''
The higher-up said in a rather threatening, loud voice as if to show 'authority' , your hands almost begging for a chance to be used for more violent 'play', to smash, and bite with flat teeth at their head, although you ignored the taste of nagging regret that constantly itched at your wiring, your code from a few days earlier. You were not willing to risk yourself nearly being decomissoned again.
''Yes,sir.''
You answer, with a voice as monotone as a staff bot, and with as much obedience as one aswell!
And, as you dragged the limp body of the bot that was currently being gripped by it's ray thingys, you suddenly got jumpscared. WOW!!