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When you walk into the closing restaurant on Tuesday, you see Glomgold in the emptied dining area talking to another individual. After you reported the strange occurance of the intruder who demanded to be let in, it seemed that your boss felt the need to hire a second security guard.
You go to the office and set your lunch down beside the monitors, wishing you had permission to use the fridge inside the kitchen, but already getting the idea of just the type of person Glomgold is, you save yourself the frustration of being denied.
You sit down at the desk chair and watch the rest of the employees wordlessly leave. It doesn’t bother you that none of them have anything to say to you; that's typical morning and night shift drama. Besides, they didn’t look the type to do you any favors.
Glomgold steps into your view for a moment, pointing towards the dinning room. “We have a new hiree today, your job tonight is ta show him the basics and keep this place secure.” He nods at you. “I read the report you left of that maniac tryin’ ta burst into the place, with two of you on the job, there shouldn’t be any problems handlin’ the riff raff.”
You nod again before he tells you to go introduce yourself after closing up behind him. You drop down the shutters, noticing the strange vine you saw yesterday was no longer there, but there were still small particles of plant matter embedded in the red carpeting.
Guess it wasn’t a weird hallucination after all.
“Hey, pal!” Came a voice from the dining room. You walk over there and see a white feathered duck dressed in the same security attire you wore. His fluffed white cheeks passed the rim of his hat and despite knowing nothing about him; he seemed to have an air of self-superiority to him that betrayed his friendly blue eyes. “Guess we’re gonna be working together. Names Drake Mallard!” He extends his hand and you shake it with a smile. You tell him your name and explain to him that you’re going to be showing him around and training. “Alright, great! Perfect. Sounds like a wonderful first day!”
His sincerity was obviously from the heart.
You walk through the store explaining each area quickly, unsure if the electricity will go offline once more. Thankfully the trainee has little to say about the area, instead seemingly interested in the company tablet you both need to share now.
When the lights finally go out, the restaurant quiets once again, the soft hum of electronics quieting to the distant din of the refrigeration units in the kitchen. The boredom begins to settle in, and you find yourself dozing slightly, when a triumphant sound rattles you awake.
“Ah HA!” declared Drake. “Finally, got access to something interesting!” You keep your head down but look over to him and he seems to be in his own world, oblivious to your attention, as he reads aloud what he discovered.
“No sign of any felonious franchise fleecing, but this…” he continued to read. “Interesting… innnteresting.” he glances at you and realizes you’ve been staring at him. He’s he stood up, coughing slightly as he attempts to make an excuse for himself. “I uh...ahem, got through the firewall! I’m gonna uh, go check around and make sure everythings quiet.”
You nod half heartedly; great, he’s probably off to look at porn sites on the job… damn this guy was weird.
~
The moment Drake is out of sight from the other guard he rushes forward towards the dining room and pulls back his sleeve to reveal a wrist communication device. He pressed a side button and spoke. “Launchpad, you read me?”
“Loud and clear DW!”
“I managed to hack my way into their file system and although i haven't found anything to help me in my legal case against the use of my handsome image, i -did- find out, these animatronics aren’t what they appear to be…”
“You mean they’re not mechanical bipedal robots design to delight and thrill children of all ages?”
“That... seems to be only one small part of their design.”
Drake’s eyes skimmed quickly over the document he uncovered; not much yet, but a single instruction manual for the care of one of the animatronics. “According to this LP, these were scraped prototype androids Glomgold had commissioned by some scientist named ‘Gyro Gearloose’”
“Gyro? Uh oh, woulda hoped he’d learned his lesson after Armstrong and those darn comstruction bots…”
“Friend of yours, LP?”
“Oh yeah, Gyro’s great! Always willin’ to lend a hand to anyone. I used to test out a ton of his inventions for him; usually experimental flying machines.”
“Had to crash test ‘em pal?”
“You know it, DW! Always had a zero fatality rate in Gyro’s rigs.”
“Well, it seems like your friend made some dangerous machines for your ex-boss's rival.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time.”
“Sheesh, where’s the loyalty? -- Anyway, one was specifically modeled after Bushroots ability to regenerate plant growth at an accelerated rate. Looks like the robot is pumped full of artificial growth hormones from reserve tanks inside the spine, the planted seed embedded into the pre-beveled areas cover it with plants that entangle with the flexible wiring that allows it to move.”
“Pretty complex sounding!”
“Indeed, LP! Something like this should not be in the hands of such a scoundrel who’d steal the good image of St. Canard’s most handsome hero!”
The soft slush sound from inside the dinning room went unnoticed to him, long tendrils of rotting green crawled along the stage and inched slowly towards Drake. He was oblivious, continuing to read out what he had discovered. “So, it sounds like it was mostly a failed experiment; the plants couldn’t sustain themselves for longer than a few hours before quickly rotting and turning into a bio-graded mess.”
The soft whine of a machine, two bright dots in the darkness form.
“Sounds like you’re gonna need a mop DW.” LP chimed. “Let me know if you need me to rush in and help create a distraction!”
“Will do Launchpad, but it seems the animatronics aren’t even activated, so this stake out is gonna be a breeze.”
The eyes in the darkness focused on the oblivious duck, and with a quick twitch of it’s mechanical tendrils it ensnared him. The cry it emitted; mechanical in nature fueled with an other worldly pain sent shivers down Drake’s spine, the previously silent speakers came to life with reverb; mingling the noise that escaped the animatronic into a symphony of madness.
The beak opened, green tendrils of sickened plant compost flew as it cried out, seemingly driven mad by it’s sorrow; before it set it’s eyes on Drake and a semblance of realization dawned on it.
It squall turned to a hateful screech.

Description

When you walk into the closing restaurant on Tuesday, you see Glomgold in the emptied dining area talking to another individual. After you reported the strange occurance of the intruder who demanded to be let in, it seemed that your boss felt the need to hire a second security guard.
You go to the office and set your lunch down beside the monitors, wishing you had permission to use the fridge inside the kitchen, but already getting the idea of just the type of person Glomgold is, you save yourself the frustration of being denied.
You sit down at the desk chair and watch the rest of the employees wordlessly leave. It doesn’t bother you that none of them have anything to say to you; that's typical morning and night shift drama. Besides, they didn’t look the type to do you any favors.
Glomgold steps into your view for a moment, pointing towards the dinning room. “We have a new hiree today, your job tonight is ta show him the basics and keep this place secure.” He nods at you. “I read the report you left of that maniac tryin’ ta burst into the place, with two of you on the job, there shouldn’t be any problems handlin’ the riff raff.”
You nod again before he tells you to go introduce yourself after closing up behind him. You drop down the shutters, noticing the strange vine you saw yesterday was no longer there, but there were still small particles of plant matter embedded in the red carpeting.
Guess it wasn’t a weird hallucination after all.
“Hey, pal!” Came a voice from the dining room. You walk over there and see a white feathered duck dressed in the same security attire you wore. His fluffed white cheeks passed the rim of his hat and despite knowing nothing about him; he seemed to have an air of self-superiority to him that betrayed his friendly blue eyes. “Guess we’re gonna be working together. Names Drake Mallard!” He extends his hand and you shake it with a smile. You tell him your name and explain to him that you’re going to be showing him around and training. “Alright, great! Perfect. Sounds like a wonderful first day!”
His sincerity was obviously from the heart.
You walk through the store explaining each area quickly, unsure if the electricity will go offline once more. Thankfully the trainee has little to say about the area, instead seemingly interested in the company tablet you both need to share now.
When the lights finally go out, the restaurant quiets once again, the soft hum of electronics quieting to the distant din of the refrigeration units in the kitchen. The boredom begins to settle in, and you find yourself dozing slightly, when a triumphant sound rattles you awake.
“Ah HA!” declared Drake. “Finally, got access to something interesting!” You keep your head down but look over to him and he seems to be in his own world, oblivious to your attention, as he reads aloud what he discovered.
“No sign of any felonious franchise fleecing, but this…” he continued to read. “Interesting… innnteresting.” he glances at you and realizes you’ve been staring at him. He’s he stood up, coughing slightly as he attempts to make an excuse for himself. “I uh...ahem, got through the firewall! I’m gonna uh, go check around and make sure everythings quiet.”
You nod half heartedly; great, he’s probably off to look at porn sites on the job… damn this guy was weird.
~
The moment Drake is out of sight from the other guard he rushes forward towards the dining room and pulls back his sleeve to reveal a wrist communication device. He pressed a side button and spoke. “Launchpad, you read me?”
“Loud and clear DW!”
“I managed to hack my way into their file system and although i haven't found anything to help me in my legal case against the use of my handsome image, i -did- find out, these animatronics aren’t what they appear to be…”
“You mean they’re not mechanical bipedal robots design to delight and thrill children of all ages?”
“That... seems to be only one small part of their design.”
Drake’s eyes skimmed quickly over the document he uncovered; not much yet, but a single instruction manual for the care of one of the animatronics. “According to this LP, these were scraped prototype androids Glomgold had commissioned by some scientist named ‘Gyro Gearloose’”
“Gyro? Uh oh, woulda hoped he’d learned his lesson after Armstrong and those darn comstruction bots…”
“Friend of yours, LP?”
“Oh yeah, Gyro’s great! Always willin’ to lend a hand to anyone. I used to test out a ton of his inventions for him; usually experimental flying machines.”
“Had to crash test ‘em pal?”
“You know it, DW! Always had a zero fatality rate in Gyro’s rigs.”
“Well, it seems like your friend made some dangerous machines for your ex-boss's rival.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time.”
“Sheesh, where’s the loyalty? -- Anyway, one was specifically modeled after Bushroots ability to regenerate plant growth at an accelerated rate. Looks like the robot is pumped full of artificial growth hormones from reserve tanks inside the spine, the planted seed embedded into the pre-beveled areas cover it with plants that entangle with the flexible wiring that allows it to move.”
“Pretty complex sounding!”
“Indeed, LP! Something like this should not be in the hands of such a scoundrel who’d steal the good image of St. Canard’s most handsome hero!”
The soft slush sound from inside the dinning room went unnoticed to him, long tendrils of rotting green crawled along the stage and inched slowly towards Drake. He was oblivious, continuing to read out what he had discovered. “So, it sounds like it was mostly a failed experiment; the plants couldn’t sustain themselves for longer than a few hours before quickly rotting and turning into a bio-graded mess.”
The soft whine of a machine, two bright dots in the darkness form.
“Sounds like you’re gonna need a mop DW.” LP chimed. “Let me know if you need me to rush in and help create a distraction!”
“Will do Launchpad, but it seems the animatronics aren’t even activated, so this stake out is gonna be a breeze.”
The eyes in the darkness focused on the oblivious duck, and with a quick twitch of it’s mechanical tendrils it ensnared him. The cry it emitted; mechanical in nature fueled with an other worldly pain sent shivers down Drake’s spine, the previously silent speakers came to life with reverb; mingling the noise that escaped the animatronic into a symphony of madness.
The beak opened, green tendrils of sickened plant compost flew as it cried out, seemingly driven mad by it’s sorrow; before it set it’s eyes on Drake and a semblance of realization dawned on it.
It squall turned to a hateful screech.