I actually wrote the story for this first because I just had an idea and wanted to get it down before I forgot.
Also, this takes place after the Adelaide incident, so Anna and the rest of CK maintenance were not expecting any animatronics to be sent for modification, as they were just supposed to be finishing up certain jobs that they were told had to be completed, even though work was supposed to have stopped.
The contractors open the large crate, and find what looks less like the 'Springtrap' they were sent images of and more like a normal human corpse, albeit with a few flowers growing out of it.
Needless to say, this causes some panic, but thing calm down a bit when the corpse wakes up and instantly starts slaging off the contractee who kidnapped him and shipped him off to these poor contractors.
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He was delivered to the contractors in a wooden box. This wooden box felt more like a crude coffin, but instead of flower petals or feathers or felt, the space around his corpse was filled with packing peanuts.
When he arrived and his box was opened, they thought that thier contractee had made a mistake. This wasn't a robot. This wasn't the replica mechanical rabbit they were expecting. This was a man. Did they really just get mailed a corpse?
Fear and confusion spread through the contractors as they tried to figure out what this was. A man whose only odd traits were robotic rabbit ears stuck in his skull, seemingly robotic limbs, and a faint purple hue on his otherwise porcelain hued skin was lying in a shipping crate coffin, arms crossed over his chest like it was his funeral.
He looked dead, peaceful, then suddenly awake. His eyes shot open and he sat up, packing peanuts clinging to his long, violet hair.
"Where am I?"
His question seemed more like a statement, if not an order, yet his tone seemed almost kind and calm.
Anna was the only one with the courage to answer.
"CK animatronic maintenance. We're contractors. You were sent here by our contractee."
As the man stepped out of his shipping crate coffin, Anna flinched.
"Do not be afraid, if I'm going to be mad at anyone, it'll be your contractee." He stated, seeing Anna's fear and not wanting to scare her any further, "As you may tell, I wasn't exactly sent here off my own accord. I assume you expected a replica of a 'springtrap' suit, am I correct?"
Anna nodded.
The man continued to speak after seeing this sign of confirmation.
"Well, I fall under that category. I may look human, but that is due to the suit melding itself to my body. I can also assure you all the rumours around the Springtrap suits are true. Each location had a killer, and each died in a spring Bonnie suit, only to be forced back to life as some kind of sentient zombie. I shall declare now, I am no exception to this. My name is Vincent Taylor, yet as of late people have referred to me as Taylortrap."
The contractors all breathed an unexpected sigh of relief.
Even as he pulled his katana out of his crate of a coffin, the fear and tension seemed to disperse more and more by the second.
"So, um, how on earth are we supposed to manage this situation?" Anna asked, "the contractee is making us modify animatronics - which is not our job - and they want us to make you look like this."
She then showed him a print out of some concept art their contractee sent them.
"Well.... I don't want to look like... That."
He looked disgusted. He did not want to be covered or look like he was covered in toxic sludge. What would that do to his plants?
Luckily, Anna felt the same way, despite clearly beginning to panic. Vincent recognised this panic anywhere. The fear of not fulfilling a contract.
"No-one would, but we have to do something." Her words were sharp, but not aimed at him.
"I think I know something we could do instead."
He moved his jacket and lifted his shirt to reveal vines growing in and around the metal of the carapace that covered his corpse. "I already have a few plants growing, and they seem to be doing fine. We could add some bioluminescent ones of the hues needed."
"Wouldn't that eat away at you?"
"Oddly enough, no." He covered the plants back up, and he looked almost human, "I just need to keep them watered. I don't understand it either, but I can guarantee that using my, lets just call them 'abilities', to keep flowers on myself is my ultimate 'up yours' to my former boss, who just also happens to be your contractee."
"So, do you know where we could get some bioluminescent plants?" Anna replied, already on board with this idea.
"My daughter should have some. Do you have a phone here?"
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