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WARNING: The following deviation contains: foul language and dark themes.

Author's Note: Alright so it seems I shall be posting up my responses to the rp then for everyone's viewing pleasure! Anything written in Italics is inner thoughts/dialog. Anything in bold is spoken aloud. Anything in bold and italic is something previously stated by another character.

So familiar yet foreign, all the same the golden beast felt something break within. Despite the path life had lead him on, often derailing abruptly, jumping to an on coming track the unknown male honestly wouldn't have traded it for the world. True, while there certainly existed a few aspects he did more than wish had gone better he, above all else, knew things happened for a reason even if he couldn't understand it in the given moment. While he'd never been particularly close with any of the Fazbears prior it didn't mean their replacement failed to affect him. He was a loner by nature only seeking company when the need or desired struck otherwise the hare was a very private individual. To say he kept his 'clock work heart' on lock down was an understatement...after....no. Mentally he shook himself, wrenching forth from the aloof train of thought. This was not the time nor the place to allow himself the wallowing of sorrow. He'd blocked the memories for a reason and he wasn't about to open the flood gates without just cause let alone in the presence of another.

Silver optics shifted almost infinitesimally newly acquired targeting system latching onto the bear's every move. HUD flicked to life in the confines of his right orb, lenses blurring back and forth every second between the information displayed on screen and focusing on the environment through the translucent display. This was most raw to him the beast having a bit of trouble properly segregating his field of vision between the left and right eyes while doing this, not wanting to loose the keen advantage of perfect binocular version. What he needed to do was flip through the settings again as of now he was forcing the system to run in a manner it wasn't meant to. Fuck it he didn't care. He'd sit and figure this shit out later all that mattered was being able to keep keen eye on the Lead Singer with the visual, auditory, olfactory, and proximity sensors firing away at top speed. The abomination didn't require a set of ultra fancy tech for him to know what gut instinct told him.

This was a meeting of two Alphas, each well within their right to challenge the other. Freddy stood the most to loose should he fail. Not only his own life to be fore fitted but the lives of his dear friends not even counting the aspect of loosing the Pizza joint as his territory along with all the resources it ensured. He...on the other hand...the monster...what did he truly have left to loose in his life? Already the world saw fit to strip him bare of everything he once loved, those he once cared for, leaving nothing to pass he was utterly destroyed only to rise once more, rebuilt from the inside out. Aside from his own life, there was nothing left for him to relinquish. Rock bottom was here, light shining from so above, now began the grueling process of scaling his way back to the surface once more to lavish in the warmth of the sun.

Freddy was far from a fool, the bear readily knew he faced an individual on edge, a beast with no boundaries or chain to tie him down. He took the situation seriously indicated by each subtle movement executed hence forth. Respectful and calm, wary but firm, willing to speak but grounded like a statue where he stood...defining traits of a well worn leader. The hare certainly respected this. He wasn't some thuggish brute incapable of civilized conversation let alone handling a situation delicately. The Golden Beast danced many times with the devil experience hard earned ingrained deeply to his memory. Attack out right ran the risk of triggering a 4 on 1 brawl. Even should he manage to take the bear down with a single blow there was still the other three to contend with the Pizzeria far from large enough to contain such a fight.

So much and so little changed over the course of his slumber. The original map lay out stored away did not fit the building he currently resided in. Overlaying the new design with the old the lapin quickly found the building was in fact the same but the lay out was changed. Rooms re-arranged with walls falling only to be rebuilt actual customer area down sized with the section he hailed from boarded over and left to rot. Why the humans simply did not move to a smaller location was beyond him, honestly he shouldn't concern himself with their sense of reasoning.

That being said, the beast was more than capable of learning on a dime but he wasn't designed to fight in confined spaces without some prior practice. He was meant to move in open spaces or at least large rooms rather than closets. Not saying he couldn't reiterate his combat style only the Fazbear Band held a home field advantage on him. They knew the lay out of their territory by heart, they had time to practice moving themselves around, they held prior knowledge on how best to accentuate their strengths and avoid their weaknesses. While his own design was superior, far stronger, built to withstand punishing blows and all out assaults he could easily fall to a well placed trap. Especially considering his lack of knowledge on proper use of any of his new systems not to mention the issue of his near nonexistent power supply. He'd long since shut off the warning messages flashing across the HUD. He knew already god fucking damn it he could fucking FEEL his simulated gut balling up into one agonizingly torturous mound of pain!

It mattered not. Regardless of the internal turmoil swirling like a hurricane within him there were far more pressing matters to deal with. Freddy stood behind him, and the notion of another desperately required kill! The bear was simply doing his job, the golden monster couldn't blame the animatronic for that. Something alien appeared in the pizzeria? It fell upon the Lead Singer's shoulders to assess the threat, meet it head on if required. Freddy protected, he always had, at least this was one trait reminiscent of the Ursa he once knew.

Human security personal was useless then again perhaps the humans knew the bots were self aware the entire time, instead putting on an elaborate ruse...a show of their own. If he remembered correctly it went without saying it was against the human's own morals to use another sentient being as a servant, a slave. Essentially the animatronics were this. They held no say in what was done to them or what they were made to do, at least during the hours of operation. Of course this might have changed since his previous state of waking. For all he knew these current Fazbears wouldn't stand of such shit. Part of him hoped against hope this was true.

After hours was a VERY different story! They roamed the halls, did as they pleased, but most importantly they protected one another, protected their territory. Yes, they abided by their own rules, danced to the tune of their own music save they had their limits. His own recent actions were brash, reckless but starvation coupled with so many unknowns...it wasn't a good mixture. The golden male was running on pure instinct thrust into fight or flight, do or die survival mode. Attempting to make sense of the changes around him let alone to his own body, dropped precariously into a world he no longer knew anything about, cold logic took presidency. If he was to survive he needed to be agile on his feet and instantaneously precise in his thoughts. First order of operation, assess the surroundings and potential threats, locate resources and obtain fuel. Reasoning and assessment would only be hampered if his system lagged with lack of energy. He couldn't afford to be caught unawares, he needed food! He needed fuel!

The human had been the easiest target the lowest risk to himself in terms of hunting. All predators ran countless algorithms subconsciously, instinct dictating which prey item posed the least amount of energy expended to bring down aside from its capability to cause the lowest amount of damage to the hunter in turn. Humans were frail, fragile, even should they be equipped with a weapon such devices were effortlessly disarmed from them once he was close enough. A single strike from his claws would send any means of self defense flying from their grasp! Lacking natural armor, flesh was readily removed from bone, made to bleed out in mere seconds should a vital artery be struck. Pathetic really the only true challenge found in hunting them down. Freddy was a far different story. Delicate circuits protected by a thick, reinforced carbon fiber-polyurethane shell, limbs driven by powerful actuators and a carbon-fiber mesh steel endo skeleton....it would take a hell of a blow to disable the Ursa....the lapin not in the least bit interested to find out how solid a punch the Singer could deliver.

HUD flashed whatever details it could find having run a quick diagnostic scan on animatronic. Should it come to blows his best bet was aiming for the joints. Those appeared to be the least well protected areas of the body. The Fazbears were attune to 'plug and play.' Their parts more than likely interchangeable in order to cut back on costs seeing as the company wasn't exactly well known for the amount of effort it put into anything. The animatronics were probably the most well constructed entities in this gimicky shit hole!

If he could reach the access port on the back of the cranium, provided this Freddy's design was similar to the one he knew, a swift blow there would freeze the bear for a few seconds. Dealing a punishing blow to the lower jaw was another glitch possessed by the former Fazebear a jolt there would cause all his servos to lock up. Of course, paralyzing the latter was always an option. One swift kick or slash to the processor-spinal strut connection would do well to sever the vital wires coursing through the thinly plated neck, Freddy still very much alive but unable to move.

Hit and run was his best option. Strike the bear fast and hard, blitz attack. Knock out his knees, upper cut the lower jaw, grab the neck, smash the back of the head, stomp the connection point between cranium and body then haul ass out of here! Perfect plan...he only prayed it did not come to that. Tail twitched back and forth not unlike a wary feline observing a dog. Ears shifted slightly upon either side of his skull powerful semi-barrel keel like chest rising and falling with every intake and output of stale air cycling through his system. Silence hung between them, optics narrowing slightly in response to the firm yet gentle tones of the Lead Singer. Not once did piercing silver orbs leave the stratosphere blue of Freddy's. Irises pulsed fleetingly, glow beginning to darken with pupils brightening. Edges of restored lips curling into a smile unseen in the shadows. Pawed feet shifted stance the hare doing nothing more than resettling his weight.

Single dangling light bulb of the office swayed in the wake of the desk fan's churning current, illumination striking something bright and metallic causing it to gleam viciously. Peds once again shuffled in place, tips of the pawed toes coming into view. Talons the size of a grizzly's adorned the four digits, curved in a sweeping arch with razor sharp edges ending in tip meant to pierce straight through whatever it was pressed to in a single motion. Tantalizingly the beast slid into full view allowing his entire frame to be illuminated by the only light source.

Nothing about this creature suggested he was anything more than a predatory monster designed for one purpose and one only, to hunt and slaughter without mercy. From the long, powerful legs, unique shape of the pelvis...a blend between human and animal...hinting to the fact he was capable of changing his center of gravity at will, able to move fluidly on all fours aside from up right. High impact, flexible torso and spine, sweeping up into the powerful chest, hybrid style neck of human and animal blend once more, long arms and paw like hands ending in equally dangerous claws, capable of crushing a man's skull as if it were nothing...hyper realistic muzzle and cranium design...there was no possible way this...predator once entertained children!

Optics blinked the motion driven by tiny servos powering the lids, too life like, too organic...how could a machine move so smoothly? Leather of the nose twitched, nares flaring a light bluff of air pushed out. No, it wasn't him. If this truly had been a simple 're-skin' of the Freddy he once knew, the bear wouldn't be posing such questions to him. Minor adjustments needed to be made, while his plan was the same, back up plan unwarrant of change just yet...the beast found himself in a bit of a bind. He needed to be mindful, tread carefully less he provoke a fight. No response was given to the statement referencing him being one of them. In truth he never WAS one of them, merely an outsider brought in long ago by humans. If this Freddy couldn't tell by the sheer difference between their designs the hare was of different origins the bot seriously needed to have his processor examined. Another blink coupled with a wordless tilt of the head was the only action given to the pause in words.

Instinct and HUD alike once more relayed information back to him at light speed. The Ursa was attempting to defuse him, the old 'I keep calm and everyone else keeps calm.' Good thinking, he had to give this new Freddy credit for playing the card but it wasn't about to work on him. Not when survival mode was fully engaged. If anything it served to prolong the inevitable fate of looming slumber, actually irritating the lapin. While he KNEW it was in his best interest to remain calm and collected there was no TIME for a lengthy interrogation! The only thing he could do was push through the ordeal as quickly and..civilized as possible. Caught between a rock and a hard place, just fucking fantastic! Jaw parted briefly, shutting the moment his protocols were brought into question.

Mentally the abomination burst into a fit of laughter! HA! Oh that was just RICH! If he'd had those none of this bullshit would of happened to him to even BEGIN with! The human wouldn't have been able to force him to aid in the murders of the children! He COULDN'T have coaxed his body into moving once crawling into his circuits, brought his paw down to crush the skulls like a soda can or snap the spine like a twig! He would have been able to RESIST the commands, fight back against the human! He couldn't...it was not his original purpose.

At his core he was a predator, a hunter, a survivor. And while he took absolutely NO delight in being manipulated into killing children, his morals saw little wrong with it. It was a conflict of interest if he were honest. Instinct demanding he leave the young ones alone less he bite his nose off despite his face. Kill too many children and not enough would be left to grow up thus repopulate and keep the food supply steady. He COULDN'T kill a child, not on purpose anyway. But there was nothing in his system to prevent him from accidentally harming one, or prohibiting him from...helping their demise along. He could block them if he wanted, mislead and guide in non violent ways. Preventing them from reaching help if he so desired. The actual killing had been done by HUMAN command while he was used in the form of a giant puppet, in this state he was locked out of his own body, held no control over the physical actions executed by the human user.

Children were...irksome, but he tolerated them. Fuck, alright, there HAD been a time once in his life when he readily enjoyed their presence but such times had long since past. Logically they were lowest on the list in terms of prey choice. Small, mostly stringy all skin and bone they were nothing more than a snack if he had to give them a title. Catching them was easy but the effort it would take to work around the loopholes...he'd waste more energy than he would gain. They just weren't worth the effort. However...they COULD be used easily in his games to obtain a better source of prey the adults. Albeit he wasn't going to turn down a corpse of a kid should it be presented to him. Dead was dead and a free source of fuel he would have been a fool to turn down.

Saliva began to pool within his jaws, forcing him to swallow thickly. Damn it all, he needed to stay focused! All this day dreaming about food wasn't helping his situation! Okay, it was a simple question...how would he respond? Lie? Tell the truth? Words needed to be chosen with care, if he straight up lied, he knew the others would find out. He was smart enough to know he did not appear to belong here among these child friendly cartoon animals. He was built, constructed for the silver screen as a monster...a monster maybe all he ever could be at this rate.

”I do not know of the protocol of which you speak. However if you are asking if I am meant to work with children or in the very least watch over them. The answer is yes. My construction warrants that of a Guardian. The monster meant to combat other monsters to protect those unable to defend themselves, namely the young ones.” vocals rumbled like thunder as if he were everywhere yet nowhere all at once. Ears perked several degrees upwards, proximity scanners alerted to the presence of three others not far off. For now he made no visual indication he was aware of the band members. Tail curled to the side, tip of it wrapping over the side of his right thigh of it's own accord. His words were neither truth nor lie nor misdirect. They were firmly based off his previous design as a Hollywood Style entity. ”...I am familiar with your name. However I find myself unfamiliar to you personally. You are not the same Freddy I once knew.” Muzzle turned haunting gaze never once leaving the bear's face. ”Much has changed in the few short months I have been...indisposed.”

Grimace flashed across his features, eyes squinting shut with lips curling into a rather pained expression, head snapping down with a pawed hand involuntarily clapped to his midsection. Fuck!! Optics shuttered, expression relaxing as a long, low breath escaped the male. This was NOT good. Cranium was given a slight shake the golden beast reorienting himself, edges of his vision tinted red. How much longer could he hold out? ”.....I apologize. My system has undergone some recently invasive albeit aggressive upgrades. I am still adjusting to them as it were.” Corners of his maw twisted into a half smile, pain still evident upon his face. ”I...do not mean to be rude. But I am afraid I cannot stay much longer. I need to find fuel...my system is running dangerously low....my body seems to be rebelling against me in displeasure of a low tank.”

”I would very much like to converse with you at length but I am afraid necessity calls first.” Synthetic stomach spasmed in protest, causing the beast to grimace once more. He had no clue Foxy witnessed his consumption of the Guard...if he had he might have chosen his words differently. Freddy was probably reeling at this point, wondering how the hell this monster could still be hungry after such a kill! As much as he didn't want to say this, to give away his weakness, it was the only logical course of action. If the others knew he was running on empty perhaps they would leave him well enough alone to this own endeavors. Or, it might work against him. The might attack, restrain him, and wait to see what became of him. A risky move but what was life without a few risks?

Description
WARNING: The following deviation contains: foul language and dark themes.

Author's Note: Alright so it seems I shall be posting up my responses to the rp then for everyone's viewing pleasure! Anything written in Italics is inner thoughts/dialog. Anything in bold is spoken aloud. Anything in bold and italic is something previously stated by another character.

So familiar yet foreign, all the same the golden beast felt something break within. Despite the path life had lead him on, often derailing abruptly, jumping to an on coming track the unknown male honestly wouldn't have traded it for the world. True, while there certainly existed a few aspects he did more than wish had gone better he, above all else, knew things happened for a reason even if he couldn't understand it in the given moment. While he'd never been particularly close with any of the Fazbears prior it didn't mean their replacement failed to affect him. He was a loner by nature only seeking company when the need or desired struck otherwise the hare was a very private individual. To say he kept his 'clock work heart' on lock down was an understatement...after....no. Mentally he shook himself, wrenching forth from the aloof train of thought. This was not the time nor the place to allow himself the wallowing of sorrow. He'd blocked the memories for a reason and he wasn't about to open the flood gates without just cause let alone in the presence of another.

Silver optics shifted almost infinitesimally newly acquired targeting system latching onto the bear's every move. HUD flicked to life in the confines of his right orb, lenses blurring back and forth every second between the information displayed on screen and focusing on the environment through the translucent display. This was most raw to him the beast having a bit of trouble properly segregating his field of vision between the left and right eyes while doing this, not wanting to loose the keen advantage of perfect binocular version. What he needed to do was flip through the settings again as of now he was forcing the system to run in a manner it wasn't meant to. Fuck it he didn't care. He'd sit and figure this shit out later all that mattered was being able to keep keen eye on the Lead Singer with the visual, auditory, olfactory, and proximity sensors firing away at top speed. The abomination didn't require a set of ultra fancy tech for him to know what gut instinct told him.

This was a meeting of two Alphas, each well within their right to challenge the other. Freddy stood the most to loose should he fail. Not only his own life to be fore fitted but the lives of his dear friends not even counting the aspect of loosing the Pizza joint as his territory along with all the resources it ensured. He...on the other hand...the monster...what did he truly have left to loose in his life? Already the world saw fit to strip him bare of everything he once loved, those he once cared for, leaving nothing to pass he was utterly destroyed only to rise once more, rebuilt from the inside out. Aside from his own life, there was nothing left for him to relinquish. Rock bottom was here, light shining from so above, now began the grueling process of scaling his way back to the surface once more to lavish in the warmth of the sun.

Freddy was far from a fool, the bear readily knew he faced an individual on edge, a beast with no boundaries or chain to tie him down. He took the situation seriously indicated by each subtle movement executed hence forth. Respectful and calm, wary but firm, willing to speak but grounded like a statue where he stood...defining traits of a well worn leader. The hare certainly respected this. He wasn't some thuggish brute incapable of civilized conversation let alone handling a situation delicately. The Golden Beast danced many times with the devil experience hard earned ingrained deeply to his memory. Attack out right ran the risk of triggering a 4 on 1 brawl. Even should he manage to take the bear down with a single blow there was still the other three to contend with the Pizzeria far from large enough to contain such a fight.

So much and so little changed over the course of his slumber. The original map lay out stored away did not fit the building he currently resided in. Overlaying the new design with the old the lapin quickly found the building was in fact the same but the lay out was changed. Rooms re-arranged with walls falling only to be rebuilt actual customer area down sized with the section he hailed from boarded over and left to rot. Why the humans simply did not move to a smaller location was beyond him, honestly he shouldn't concern himself with their sense of reasoning.

That being said, the beast was more than capable of learning on a dime but he wasn't designed to fight in confined spaces without some prior practice. He was meant to move in open spaces or at least large rooms rather than closets. Not saying he couldn't reiterate his combat style only the Fazbear Band held a home field advantage on him. They knew the lay out of their territory by heart, they had time to practice moving themselves around, they held prior knowledge on how best to accentuate their strengths and avoid their weaknesses. While his own design was superior, far stronger, built to withstand punishing blows and all out assaults he could easily fall to a well placed trap. Especially considering his lack of knowledge on proper use of any of his new systems not to mention the issue of his near nonexistent power supply. He'd long since shut off the warning messages flashing across the HUD. He knew already god fucking damn it he could fucking FEEL his simulated gut balling up into one agonizingly torturous mound of pain!

It mattered not. Regardless of the internal turmoil swirling like a hurricane within him there were far more pressing matters to deal with. Freddy stood behind him, and the notion of another desperately required kill! The bear was simply doing his job, the golden monster couldn't blame the animatronic for that. Something alien appeared in the pizzeria? It fell upon the Lead Singer's shoulders to assess the threat, meet it head on if required. Freddy protected, he always had, at least this was one trait reminiscent of the Ursa he once knew.

Human security personal was useless then again perhaps the humans knew the bots were self aware the entire time, instead putting on an elaborate ruse...a show of their own. If he remembered correctly it went without saying it was against the human's own morals to use another sentient being as a servant, a slave. Essentially the animatronics were this. They held no say in what was done to them or what they were made to do, at least during the hours of operation. Of course this might have changed since his previous state of waking. For all he knew these current Fazbears wouldn't stand of such shit. Part of him hoped against hope this was true.

After hours was a VERY different story! They roamed the halls, did as they pleased, but most importantly they protected one another, protected their territory. Yes, they abided by their own rules, danced to the tune of their own music save they had their limits. His own recent actions were brash, reckless but starvation coupled with so many unknowns...it wasn't a good mixture. The golden male was running on pure instinct thrust into fight or flight, do or die survival mode. Attempting to make sense of the changes around him let alone to his own body, dropped precariously into a world he no longer knew anything about, cold logic took presidency. If he was to survive he needed to be agile on his feet and instantaneously precise in his thoughts. First order of operation, assess the surroundings and potential threats, locate resources and obtain fuel. Reasoning and assessment would only be hampered if his system lagged with lack of energy. He couldn't afford to be caught unawares, he needed food! He needed fuel!

The human had been the easiest target the lowest risk to himself in terms of hunting. All predators ran countless algorithms subconsciously, instinct dictating which prey item posed the least amount of energy expended to bring down aside from its capability to cause the lowest amount of damage to the hunter in turn. Humans were frail, fragile, even should they be equipped with a weapon such devices were effortlessly disarmed from them once he was close enough. A single strike from his claws would send any means of self defense flying from their grasp! Lacking natural armor, flesh was readily removed from bone, made to bleed out in mere seconds should a vital artery be struck. Pathetic really the only true challenge found in hunting them down. Freddy was a far different story. Delicate circuits protected by a thick, reinforced carbon fiber-polyurethane shell, limbs driven by powerful actuators and a carbon-fiber mesh steel endo skeleton....it would take a hell of a blow to disable the Ursa....the lapin not in the least bit interested to find out how solid a punch the Singer could deliver.

HUD flashed whatever details it could find having run a quick diagnostic scan on animatronic. Should it come to blows his best bet was aiming for the joints. Those appeared to be the least well protected areas of the body. The Fazbears were attune to 'plug and play.' Their parts more than likely interchangeable in order to cut back on costs seeing as the company wasn't exactly well known for the amount of effort it put into anything. The animatronics were probably the most well constructed entities in this gimicky shit hole!

If he could reach the access port on the back of the cranium, provided this Freddy's design was similar to the one he knew, a swift blow there would freeze the bear for a few seconds. Dealing a punishing blow to the lower jaw was another glitch possessed by the former Fazebear a jolt there would cause all his servos to lock up. Of course, paralyzing the latter was always an option. One swift kick or slash to the processor-spinal strut connection would do well to sever the vital wires coursing through the thinly plated neck, Freddy still very much alive but unable to move.

Hit and run was his best option. Strike the bear fast and hard, blitz attack. Knock out his knees, upper cut the lower jaw, grab the neck, smash the back of the head, stomp the connection point between cranium and body then haul ass out of here! Perfect plan...he only prayed it did not come to that. Tail twitched back and forth not unlike a wary feline observing a dog. Ears shifted slightly upon either side of his skull powerful semi-barrel keel like chest rising and falling with every intake and output of stale air cycling through his system. Silence hung between them, optics narrowing slightly in response to the firm yet gentle tones of the Lead Singer. Not once did piercing silver orbs leave the stratosphere blue of Freddy's. Irises pulsed fleetingly, glow beginning to darken with pupils brightening. Edges of restored lips curling into a smile unseen in the shadows. Pawed feet shifted stance the hare doing nothing more than resettling his weight.

Single dangling light bulb of the office swayed in the wake of the desk fan's churning current, illumination striking something bright and metallic causing it to gleam viciously. Peds once again shuffled in place, tips of the pawed toes coming into view. Talons the size of a grizzly's adorned the four digits, curved in a sweeping arch with razor sharp edges ending in tip meant to pierce straight through whatever it was pressed to in a single motion. Tantalizingly the beast slid into full view allowing his entire frame to be illuminated by the only light source.

Nothing about this creature suggested he was anything more than a predatory monster designed for one purpose and one only, to hunt and slaughter without mercy. From the long, powerful legs, unique shape of the pelvis...a blend between human and animal...hinting to the fact he was capable of changing his center of gravity at will, able to move fluidly on all fours aside from up right. High impact, flexible torso and spine, sweeping up into the powerful chest, hybrid style neck of human and animal blend once more, long arms and paw like hands ending in equally dangerous claws, capable of crushing a man's skull as if it were nothing...hyper realistic muzzle and cranium design...there was no possible way this...predator once entertained children!

Optics blinked the motion driven by tiny servos powering the lids, too life like, too organic...how could a machine move so smoothly? Leather of the nose twitched, nares flaring a light bluff of air pushed out. No, it wasn't him. If this truly had been a simple 're-skin' of the Freddy he once knew, the bear wouldn't be posing such questions to him. Minor adjustments needed to be made, while his plan was the same, back up plan unwarrant of change just yet...the beast found himself in a bit of a bind. He needed to be mindful, tread carefully less he provoke a fight. No response was given to the statement referencing him being one of them. In truth he never WAS one of them, merely an outsider brought in long ago by humans. If this Freddy couldn't tell by the sheer difference between their designs the hare was of different origins the bot seriously needed to have his processor examined. Another blink coupled with a wordless tilt of the head was the only action given to the pause in words.

Instinct and HUD alike once more relayed information back to him at light speed. The Ursa was attempting to defuse him, the old 'I keep calm and everyone else keeps calm.' Good thinking, he had to give this new Freddy credit for playing the card but it wasn't about to work on him. Not when survival mode was fully engaged. If anything it served to prolong the inevitable fate of looming slumber, actually irritating the lapin. While he KNEW it was in his best interest to remain calm and collected there was no TIME for a lengthy interrogation! The only thing he could do was push through the ordeal as quickly and..civilized as possible. Caught between a rock and a hard place, just fucking fantastic! Jaw parted briefly, shutting the moment his protocols were brought into question.

Mentally the abomination burst into a fit of laughter! HA! Oh that was just RICH! If he'd had those none of this bullshit would of happened to him to even BEGIN with! The human wouldn't have been able to force him to aid in the murders of the children! He COULDN'T have coaxed his body into moving once crawling into his circuits, brought his paw down to crush the skulls like a soda can or snap the spine like a twig! He would have been able to RESIST the commands, fight back against the human! He couldn't...it was not his original purpose.

At his core he was a predator, a hunter, a survivor. And while he took absolutely NO delight in being manipulated into killing children, his morals saw little wrong with it. It was a conflict of interest if he were honest. Instinct demanding he leave the young ones alone less he bite his nose off despite his face. Kill too many children and not enough would be left to grow up thus repopulate and keep the food supply steady. He COULDN'T kill a child, not on purpose anyway. But there was nothing in his system to prevent him from accidentally harming one, or prohibiting him from...helping their demise along. He could block them if he wanted, mislead and guide in non violent ways. Preventing them from reaching help if he so desired. The actual killing had been done by HUMAN command while he was used in the form of a giant puppet, in this state he was locked out of his own body, held no control over the physical actions executed by the human user.

Children were...irksome, but he tolerated them. Fuck, alright, there HAD been a time once in his life when he readily enjoyed their presence but such times had long since past. Logically they were lowest on the list in terms of prey choice. Small, mostly stringy all skin and bone they were nothing more than a snack if he had to give them a title. Catching them was easy but the effort it would take to work around the loopholes...he'd waste more energy than he would gain. They just weren't worth the effort. However...they COULD be used easily in his games to obtain a better source of prey the adults. Albeit he wasn't going to turn down a corpse of a kid should it be presented to him. Dead was dead and a free source of fuel he would have been a fool to turn down.

Saliva began to pool within his jaws, forcing him to swallow thickly. Damn it all, he needed to stay focused! All this day dreaming about food wasn't helping his situation! Okay, it was a simple question...how would he respond? Lie? Tell the truth? Words needed to be chosen with care, if he straight up lied, he knew the others would find out. He was smart enough to know he did not appear to belong here among these child friendly cartoon animals. He was built, constructed for the silver screen as a monster...a monster maybe all he ever could be at this rate.

”I do not know of the protocol of which you speak. However if you are asking if I am meant to work with children or in the very least watch over them. The answer is yes. My construction warrants that of a Guardian. The monster meant to combat other monsters to protect those unable to defend themselves, namely the young ones.” vocals rumbled like thunder as if he were everywhere yet nowhere all at once. Ears perked several degrees upwards, proximity scanners alerted to the presence of three others not far off. For now he made no visual indication he was aware of the band members. Tail curled to the side, tip of it wrapping over the side of his right thigh of it's own accord. His words were neither truth nor lie nor misdirect. They were firmly based off his previous design as a Hollywood Style entity. ”...I am familiar with your name. However I find myself unfamiliar to you personally. You are not the same Freddy I once knew.” Muzzle turned haunting gaze never once leaving the bear's face. ”Much has changed in the few short months I have been...indisposed.”

Grimace flashed across his features, eyes squinting shut with lips curling into a rather pained expression, head snapping down with a pawed hand involuntarily clapped to his midsection. Fuck!! Optics shuttered, expression relaxing as a long, low breath escaped the male. This was NOT good. Cranium was given a slight shake the golden beast reorienting himself, edges of his vision tinted red. How much longer could he hold out? ”.....I apologize. My system has undergone some recently invasive albeit aggressive upgrades. I am still adjusting to them as it were.” Corners of his maw twisted into a half smile, pain still evident upon his face. ”I...do not mean to be rude. But I am afraid I cannot stay much longer. I need to find fuel...my system is running dangerously low....my body seems to be rebelling against me in displeasure of a low tank.”

”I would very much like to converse with you at length but I am afraid necessity calls first.” Synthetic stomach spasmed in protest, causing the beast to grimace once more. He had no clue Foxy witnessed his consumption of the Guard...if he had he might have chosen his words differently. Freddy was probably reeling at this point, wondering how the hell this monster could still be hungry after such a kill! As much as he didn't want to say this, to give away his weakness, it was the only logical course of action. If the others knew he was running on empty perhaps they would leave him well enough alone to this own endeavors. Or, it might work against him. The might attack, restrain him, and wait to see what became of him. A risky move but what was life without a few risks?