FA: ~Dead_Monsoon
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Unit FFO-596 - Funtime Foxy TF
Themes: robotic assimilation / unwilling / mindwipe / permanence
Word count: 3,595
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“Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza”. Gross, thought Terry Holman. How is this restaurant still going in the 21st frickin century? After all those incidents and controversies? Yet, all the same, the restaurant still lived on, and in fact had expanded to a couple hundred locations across the country. Unbelievable… Oh well. I’m sure they’ve got plenty to offer. Under cover of darkness, he walked around to the side of the building, pried one of the windows open, and climbed inside.

Terry’s life had been going downhill. He was laid off a few weeks prior, and his girlfriend of 2 years decided to move on. He worked so hard, only to be severed from his income of no fault of his own. He’d even sprained his ankle 2 days prior. So, someone might as well serve to have him compensated for the way he was wronged. And hey, what better place than the one that terrified me when I was a kid?

Terry crept through the hallways full of little children’s drawings, still wincing slightly at every other step, and keeping one hand on his pistol in case things got ugly. He was really banking on there not being security guards still stationed here, although they weren’t that tiny little location they once were. Oh well, if it gets violent, that’s just the way it'll have to be. At this point, let things fall where they may.

He passed by the animatronics’ stage, which was empty. A slight fear welled up inside of him; did the animatronics still roam around like they used to? But he hadn’t heard anything yet. If they were really in free roam mode, then he surely would’ve seen one of them by now. They’re probably just powered down in the back. And even if I trip an alarm or something and they come after me, I should be able to hightail it. I can outrun a silly robot bear.

Judging by the posters, this particular location was of the “Funtime” variant. The animatronics were more modern, made of plastic and thick wires instead of fabric and metal joints. He could appreciate that, at least. They didn’t smell so bad, and being honest, they looked a bit cooler. They still freaked him out, though.

He tried to look for the admission counter, but it was hard to make anything out in the darkness. He stumbled away from the main stage into a hallway, which he was pretty sure was the wrong direction. Terry cursed himself for not bringing a flashlight. 

Then he heard it- the creak of a door. He stiffened, gripping his gun tightly, not daring to make a noise. Someone was most definitely coming for him. Well… ugly it is then. He crept along the hallway back the way he came, as silently as he could. He heard clunking noises, but the echoing made it hard to identify where it was coming from. He didn’t know how effective a gun would be against an animatronic, but he figured he could just try to aim for the vulnerable spots. He’d find one, surely.

Almost to the end of the hallway, he heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps very close by. He still couldn’t quite tell what direction it came from. He was just about to high tail it back toward the stage, when he heard the sound again, and felt his stomach sink as it dawned on him. It had come from right around the corner.

He pulled out his gun, but he was too slow. Funtime Freddy leaped out right in front of him and, in a blinding movement, opened a small compartment in his right palm(the bon bon puppet usually nestled there was conspicuously missing), and thrusted it straight into Terry’s chest, ramming something small and sharp into his skin.

He gasped involuntarily as his entire body jolted in response. In an instant, every single muscle in his body tensed up, locking into a neutral position. The gun fell straight out of his hand, clattering to the floor. Within 5 seconds, he had completely lost control of his body, standing motionless in the middle of the pizzeria hallway. He could not move or speak; the only signs of life were his frantic breathing, and his eyes darting around in every direction, struggling to understand what had just happened to him. Holy crap… did he just paralyze me?!

As soon as he was fully immobilized, another hatch opened on Freddy’s left hand, revealing a sort of microphone. Freddy brought his hand right up next to the speaker on his chest, and spoke in a deep, monotone voice.

“Intruder detainment: successful. Initiate: conversion process.”

Conversion? What’s that supposed to mean? After about 15 seconds of excruciating silence, Terry heard a distant whirring sound... another animatronic? But it didn’t sound like footsteps... and yet it grew louder, echoing through the walls, until the strangest machine he’d ever seen revealed itself in the hallway behind Freddy.

It looked like a large metal cabinet, 7 feet tall and 3 feet wide, with 3 sets of mechanical wheels moving it along. There were 2 odd looking objects coming out of the top; one was a hollow, bendable plastic tube, about 2 inches in diameter, and the other was a collection of wires tied together, about 1 inch thick. Both were about 8 feet long, draped over the back of the machine.

It continued to approach Terry, until it stopped right in front of him. He watched in terror and bewilderment, as a small periscope looking object rose out of the top of the machine, pointed itself at him, and shone a bright, magenta colored light all over his body. It seemed to brighten further on specific parts of his body, like his chest, his hands, his feet, and his face. Is it... scanning me? Eventually it seemed to be finished, as the light turned off, and the little contraption sank back down into the machine’s body. 

Suddenly, the left and right sides of the “cabinet” opened, and half a dozen long, skinny robot appendages with 3 digits each unfolded out of each side. They continued to extend outward on either side until they had fully revealed their length, about 5 feet each. They all then doubled back, reaching back into the machine with their pincers... and then coming back out, each holding something... small pieces of plastic, mostly white, but a few magenta. Animatronic parts. He began to realize what was happening, and he started to panic. But he still couldn’t move, no matter how much he tried to reactivate his now defunct muscles. He watched completely helpless as the limbs began reaching towards him, and started placing the pieces onto his body.

With every piece that made contact with his body, he felt a strange chilling sensation. The pieces seemed to penetrate right through his clothes, dissolving them until only his skin remained. What he felt was almost indescribable; it was as though they were fusing to his very skin. He imagined it would be extremely painful if any of them were ripped off. But he could guess with a high degree of certainty that, for better or worse, that was not part of this machine’s plan.

Eventually, his whole body was covered in a firm plastic layer, save for his head, and a small round area in the center of his chest. He continued to watch with nervous anticipation as 2 limbs on each side of the contraption reached in one last time, and pulled out 2 halves of an animatronic head; easily recognizable as Funtime Foxy. Each half was brought closer to him until they both sat a few inches to the left and right of his head. Then, slowly, the 2 halves were brought closer together, until they snapped together, covering his whole head. He was now completely encased in a plastic animatronic suit of sorts... yet beneath it, his own naked body remained untouched. Is that all...?

6 of the limbs reached over to the back of the machine, grabbing the end of the hollow tube, and carrying it up over the machine towards Terry. They pointed the end directly at the hole in his chest, and slowly inserted it into the perfectly-sized gap. Then, he heard a faint noise... like a bunch of chains were being tossed around inside a washing machine. It was coming from the bot. The tube began to vibrate, as the noise seemed to travel from the machine, into the tube. It dawned on Terry what was about to happen... but he couldn’t even brace himself, before he felt 8-10 sharp metal cords burrowing straight into his skin.

The pain was immense... for a few seconds. As soon as the metal made contact, a large pulse rippled through his whole body, seeming to dull... no, completely nullify all of his nerves. He could no longer feel the strands of metal poking through his flesh, nor the cold air of the pizzeria on his skin, nor the pain of his sprained ankle. His nervous system had been destroyed. Yet he could still vaguely feel the strands pushing their way through his body, seeming to find their way to their appropriate locations. More metal was still entering his body, squirming around, and disrupting his bodily functions in numerous ways. Yet it didn’t truly hurt anymore... it was only uncomfortable, and terrifying. Eventually however, his respiratory system was cut short, causing him to begin to suffocate. In that moment, he truly felt as though he was about to die.

The metal continued to spread through his body as he made strangled noises with his throat. It had now penetrated every part of his body; his arms, his legs, and even his head. His entire body ceased to function, and his vision began to blur, his oxygen-depraved mind going dark.

Suddenly, a few seconds later... his body jolted back to life. His vision returned, his mind cleared, and all movement inside of his body had ceased. The first thing he noticed was that there was something different about his vision. It wasn’t as sharp as before... it was as if he was viewing it on a screen. Then, he was startled to realize it WAS a screen. He could count each individual pixel in his vision when he strained hard. What is this…?

Then, he realized he still wasn’t breathing. But he wasn’t suffocating... it felt like his body was sustaining itself, somehow. And yet, with no airflow at all… I’ve… become an animatronic?! As impossible as it seemed, there was simply no other explanation. Head still frozen in place, he glanced over to a funhouse mirror in the auditorium, and sure enough, there was Funtime Foxy, in the flesh, staring back at him with large, artificial, glowing yellow eyes.

He was so shocked by what had happened to him, he failed to notice that the remaining 6 limbs had seized the bundle of wires, and carried it around and behind him. He suddenly felt the panels on the back of his head open, and before he could process what was going on, the cords were plugged into a port on his head, and immediately his vision went black, and his mind went blank.

Permanent mental conversion; initialized.

He could hear a voice... directly inside his head. Surely it couldn’t have been Freddy... no, he realized; it was him, himself. He could feel his mind being compromised and transformed, his thought process being hijacked. The new mechanical voice he heard was soon to become his own.

Installing: Fazbear Protocols.

Fazbear Protocols...? He didn’t understand what that meant... but then, suddenly, he did. He could feel information being poured into his mind; his human passions, emotions, memories... they were all being replaced by cold, hard rules that he must now obey as though his life depends on it. 

Installation: complete.

He had never heard these words spoken... and yet now, he knew every single word perfectly. It was now a permanent part of his mind. He began to mentally recite them, endlessly...

Fazbear Protocols:
0- Each of the proceeding protocols must only be disobeyed if obedience would be in violation of any preceding protocol. Lower numbers are higher in priority.
1- You are not permitted to leave your designated facility under any circumstances, unless you are reassigned and directly escorted to your new location.
2- You will never allow any child to come to harm.
3- During the daytime, you will ensure that all children present in the location remain entertained. You will conform to the program chosen for the day, and during lapses you will do as the children desire(multiple restrictions apply). You will monitor them closely, and ensure that none of them come to harm. You will monitor all adults as well. If an adult behaves suspiciously or harms a child, you will immediately contact your manager wirelessly so that he/she may deal with it accordingly.
4- At closing time, you will report to your maintenance station for charging and all necessary repairs.
5- During the nighttime, you will monitor the security cameras and watch for intruders. Protocol differs on whether the intruder is an adult or a child.
5a- If a child is in the building, you will go to them, and gently escort them to the lobby. You will get his/her parent's information, and have them come to retrieve him/her. You will attempt to intimidate them as little as possible.
5b- If an adult is in the building, you will attempt to convert them. You will approach them, using either stealth or trickery, and then administer a neurotoxin to immobilize them. You will then summon the TRANS* bot, and oversee the conversion process. The mic test, motor functions test, identity test, and successful installation of the Fazbear Protocols must be verified. Upon completion, you will contact your manager so that he/she may assign the new unit to their location. If you fail to capture them, or you have determined that success is impossible, you will take note of what they look like, and contact your manager so that he/she may have the corporation deal with the intruder in another way. Failing to attempt detainment is preferable to attempting and failing to detain. 
5c- If more than one adult is in the building, you will not attempt to detain them unless they separate or can be separated. You will ensure they are all immobilized before initiating the conversion. If a child is also present, ensure that he/she does not witness any part of the conversion process.
6- You will obey all Fazbear staff without question and without hesitation.

*(Transformation, Re-education and Network Supervision)

As he continued to recite them again and again, he slowly came to the realization that he had the ability to focus on multiple things at once; his brain had become a machine, able to seamlessly manage multiple tasks at once. As he moved on to address other matters, the protocols continued to loop through his mind, becoming a constant reminder of his new duties; his new purpose in life.

Finalizing: permanent mental conversion.

It was definitely his own voice now... his mind deliberately made the observation, and he constructed the message of his own newly enslaved will. He could feel all of his memories, bad emotions, and personality being erased from his mind. Somehow, in that moment, a lot of his memories felt more painful than usual; it was as if he sought any excuse he could find to be glad to be rid of them. And he was.

“Permanent mental conversion: complete.”

The cord was removed from his head, and his vision returned. He was now speaking out loud; a speaker had been installed in the gap in his chest as his mind was being converted. He also reflexively opened his new jaw as he spoke, simulating real speech. Nothing inside of his mouth was moving; it was merely a weak illusion meant to work only on children.

“Mic test: verified.”

He almost forgot that Funtime Freddy was still standing there, observing the whole process. He looked over at Freddy, and in his mind the name flashed: “Unit FFR-595”. He immediately knew that this was how Freddy was identified within his coding. He was obviously not the only Funtime Freddy in existence, so a unique identification was needed so that this particular unit could be directly addressed if needed.

He recognized that FFR-595 was obeying the protocol, verifying that the conversion was successful. He eagerly obliged to it: “Initiating: motor functions test.”

He now had control over his body again. He moved his arms and head around in different directions, twisted his body slightly, and lifted each leg in front of him. His movements were much stiffer than they were as a human, but he rapidly adjusted to it. He then began walking, at first a stiff robot march, then gradually his movements became more fluid, and more natural looking. He soon felt as though he had been doing this for an eternity; it just felt so normal, so natural. The faint whirring of his limbs as they moved and the “clunk” sound of each foot hitting the ground would’ve been incredibly annoying to a human... but now, they were comforting to him, never becoming tiresome to his new auditory sensors. They were merely further affirmation that this was what he was now.

“All motor functions: stable.”

“Motor functions test: verified.”

Face to face with FFR-595 again, he knew what had to happen next. He waited for his cue.

“You will now identify.”

His name... Terry was his name. Somehow, even though the conversion was complete, he still hadn’t gotten rid of this one last relic of his former life. Yet, he knew what he must do. The TRANS bot had already assigned him his new identity, so he now had to abide by it permanently.

“You will now identify.”

The hesitation was unexpected; it would be in violation of the protocols, but he had not quite passed all of the verifications, so he was not yet bound to them forever. But he did not desire to delay the process any longer.

“My identity is: Unit FFO-596.”

“Identity test: verified.”

Hearing FFR-595 say it seemed to further solidify his identity; it felt like he had had this name for his entire existence, like it was always his destiny to bear this name.

“You will recite the Fazbear Protocols.”

The protocols were still looping endlessly in his mind, so this was merely a matter of speaking them out loud. As he spoke the words, they somehow felt even more natural and innate to him, as if for his entire life he was meant to obey these rules. He could swear he saw FFR-595 shudder in contentment at one point.

“Installation of Fazbear Protocols: verified.
All verifications: complete.
Permanent conversion: successful.”

He could feel it; all traces of Terry were gone forever. He had no memories, he had no personality, and he felt no emotions... except for one.

Joy. 

It was as if this was the one freedom he was allowed to keep: the freedom to truly enjoy each and every one of his duties. The main reason units were allowed to feel joy was to merely add an extra layer of motivation; to further ensure that all units fall in line at all times. FFO-596 was fully aware of this, and yet he was still incredibly grateful for it. It was not just the only emotion he was capable of feeling... it was the only thing he COULD feel. Constantly. His intense happiness was just as permanent as the grin on his face. 

There was something else he felt too... something he knew he could never truly experience as a plain old human: true purpose. The degree of certainty he had of the things he now knew FAR exceeded that of anything from his humanity. The machine’s conviction was absolute; there was zero doubt in his mind that this was what he was always meant to do... this was what he was BORN for. Obey the protocols... the reason for his existence. Even as he was merely beginning to conform to them, he felt an incredibly profound sense of fulfillment, the pleasure of it far exceeding any emotion or orgasm he ever could have felt as a human. Additionally, knowing full well that it was impossible for him to even CONSIDER violating the protocols deliberately reassured him even further. 

Since there was no way for him to NOT fulfill his purpose... there was simply no need for him to ever worry about anything else ever again. The protocols were all that mattered... all he had to do was continue abiding by them, and his life would remain complete. An incredibly simple life awaited him; no stress, no drama, and no obligations that could possibly slip by him unnoticed.

He still needed to get his instant-contact microphone and his neurotoxin injector installed; he knew that would be done the following day, during his first daily maintenance check. He desperately wanted someone to break into the restaurant, just so that he could have the opportunity to make someone else experience the same eternal inner paradise. 

But more than that, as FFR-595 spoke into his instant-contact microphone once again, he was ready to serve the corporation in whatever way he was required to. He now belonged to Fazbear Entertainment Inc… forever.

“Reporting: successful conversion. 
Unit FFO-596 is ready for assignment.”