#crashedbyplane

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The restaurant was closed for the day, on account of a national holiday that Aaron had long forgotten about, and he was allowed free roam during daylight hours. He knew that some animatronics at night walked the halls, and he also knew that some became hostile ( either thinking him to be an exoskeleton without a suit, or a criminal intruder who needed apprehension, or, in Lucy's case, confusing him for their MURDERER ) . Best to acquaint himself beforehand.

Before he knew it, Aaron found himself in parts and service, where Bonnie sat on a bench, awaiting a pair of helping hands. He shouldn't. He really shouldn't. But these animatronics were similar to the sister location of which he came, and he thought himself to be the most qualified. Probably an incorrect assumption.

He worked as efficiently as he could, talking to Bonnie as he went. Talking about his frustrations, of his previous place of employment, of how Bonnie deserved some better care. To him, it was falling on deaf, metallic ears. For now, he merely closed Bonnie's faceplate after adjusting the tuning of his guitar and tightening the jaw of the endoskeleton.

"Lookin' good already, Bonnie," He hummed softly, approvingly, now retrieving a large screwdriver, he began on Bonnie's left knee joint, "You remind me of my favourite animatronic from my previous workplace. Just need some work and you'll be - - Woah! Woah, Jesus!"

Was it normal for these animatronics to turn on on their own accord? Aaron jerked his hand, and the screwdriver, from the leg just in case Bonnie next decided to get up and take his hand with him him ( did animatronics have a gender? Aaron had learned to think so ) .

@crashedbyplane​ said:

"Move."

Zeke's voice is steady. Deeper. They all but tense after the words escape, but they're ready for what comes after. awhen Jax registers. They'll kill him if they have to. But they're final in their statement.

They have to get out.

and right now, the only thing standing in the way of that freedom is jax.

"Don't make me hurt you."

( ya YEET )

     With his back to Zeke, Jax seems to be mulling something over in his head as his gaze scans across the notes upon a clipboard. Hands steady, he doesn’t seem to register - or care - for the other’s words. Not just yet anyway, a slight ‘hmm’ escaping his throat.

     It would do well for the other to just back down and be quiet but he knows that, as a part human being, they would eventually want freedom. Such is something he himself craves himself albeit enjoying his work. 

     He exhales.

     “Freedom is such a natural thing for humans.” He finally perks up with, flipping a paper up to peer at the contents under it. “And as far as I am aware you are not human.”

     Spinning on his heels, he soon faces Zeke, a gentle smile upon his lips under eyes that reflect a cold, harsh state. A stare that could freeze normal people in place. 

     “You are naught more than a creature. A lab-created specimen. A monster. And if you so got your freedom? Then what? Soon enough you would be kicked to the kerb by whoever you befriend. Because you will never be like them. You are not even like a Pokémon so you would not find any salvation there, either. You are only welcome in my grasp.”

     Hands fold neatly behind his back, clipboard still between them.

Kekipi squinted her eyes at the strange red creature behind her biomask. This wasn’t the first time she had came across this strange being. She figured the first time she had ran up on him would be the last but guess that wasn’t the case now. Her hand rested on the hilt of the plasma pistol resting in its holster on her belt.

“You? Bored?” she waved him off, shaking her head slightly as she rested her hands on her hips as she examined the taller figure before her. “For some reason I don’t believe that,” she growled, her voice sounding slightly robot coming from the biomask.

“I get the feeling you’re the troublemaking type,” she told him, crossing her arms over her chest. This was the second time she had ran across this new life form since she had landed on earth for a hunt. If it had been one of her hunter pals, they would have easily tried challenging him for his skull but they were no where near. 

“Besides, this is the second time we’ve crossed path. Are you following me or some shit, Red?” she smirked.

Painful Prompts. // accepting

Uncharacteristic and shocking to no end, Skipper can only merely cry out as the red avian knocks him to the ground, shielding him from fire. The back of the monochromatic’s flathead collides with the concrete bellow but he is far better off than he would have been had he taken the blow.  

❛ ...Red? You,...you took a bullet for me? ❜ Well to be more specific he took a laser gun to the tail feathers. Yikes, Clint’s rear end was probably on fire, it was likely going to be bare of feathers for a good few months to come. 

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     Entering the lab, Jax lets out a long, annoyed sigh as the experiment is nowhere to be seen. So he moves over to the wall and flicks the light switches on, squinting so slightly as the blaring bulbs unleash a wave of energy. 

     “Where are you, Zeke? It is necessary you have your shots.”

     His feet take him around the room in a rather casual, all too cocky manner, hands folded neatly behind his back. He knows the thing is here somewhere, lurking, watching his every move. But where? Hmm! Always fun and games with this cretin.

↣ Ripley has dealt with quite a bit in his day. From things like Nemesis and other B.O.W’s there wasn’t much that could shock him at this point. Or at least he thought, but zombie werewolf hybrids? That honestly took the cake. He was lucky to find someone else who was NORMAL. Ripley was sure he’d be the only one in this village, there was no telling what happened to his crew.