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WARNING: This chapter contains foul language, dark themes, minor blood and gore.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS CHAPTER IS BY SPRINGLOCKDEATHTRAP! This is another post I find myself liking for here we get to see a little more information on Springtrap's interior design. More to the point how his mechanical version of a digestive system works, especially the design of the 'processing' or stomach chamber. I wanted to go for something truly terrifying and absolutely horrid! Just the mere thought of being turned into soup by such a contraption despite already being dead...I wanted it to sicken people [[in the good horror genre kind of way.]] Grant that's not to say someone couldn't have various extremities suffering a most...unfortunate fate should they anger the beast. Given his size, not to mention the fact his lower jaw unhinges like a snake's, he could certainly guzzle up someone's leg while it's still attached to their body, only stopping the advance thanks to the pelvis getting in the way...turn the chamber over and...instant torture device. Yes I'm evil and a twisted little fuck. XD

Anything written in italics is inner dialog/private thoughts. Anything written in bold is spoken aloud. Anything bold and italic is a restatement of a previous character's words.

Shitpissballsandcock! WHY?! Out of all the ill-timed—he gave up. There was absolutely no point in wasting what little energy let alone sanity he had remaining at this rate on it. As much as he begged for the aspect of his system spasmodically acting out to the point of being unable to conceal it behind a stead fast façade to stop...he knew it wouldn't. Not until the requirements had been met and proper actions taken. Whatever happened to the saying of mind over matter? Well, turns out, that little spout of human methods of motivation only lasted for so long before an individual found themselves a cross road they had no option but to choose a path. The lapin always had been one to do things his own way. Fucking hell even during his time of actual performance he kicked matters up a notch, cranking the dial to eleven and throwing caution to the wind taking center stage and giving the crowd what they all came to see. The Main Attraction the show of a life time.

Sure, he performed for children but it quickly came to life this new Fazbear possessed no knowledge of his own origins. Or at least he presented himself as such, could very well be a ploy nothing but a cunning trap to catch the beast off his game. There had been a time when performances for an older crowd were brought in during the original glory days before any of the murders took place...before Fazbear Entertainment bought the once local hotspot Diner turned travel distention. So much knowledge, so many memories but now wasn't the time to begin spilling his guts. The Singer made it clear he too sought knowledge to the means of escaping humanity's iron grip of enslavement.

Ursa stated it plain as day, he knew of the present while the lapin monster knew of the past. Right to the point, the beast could respect Fazbear for that much at least. The bot didn't shit around albeit he was so far nice about obviously wanting to keep on the abomination's good side. The hare took due note of the fleeting glances thrown in the direction of the lethal weaponry adoring his paws and hands alike even if he was presenting as distressed, Freddy certainly was not eager to find out what might happen less the bear end up on the receiving end of such tools.

Good. They were still on even ground thus far, proverbial game of chess continued, until he slipped up. Cocksuckingfuckinghell! alarms blared internal, red alerts flashing constantly before the eye still viewing the HUD. He didn't have time for this horse shit! Roughly the lapin mentally slammed the HUD down, clearing his vision of the damn thing mind splitting itself, an ability human envied unlike any other. Unlimited connections when you were digital after all. Forefront of his consciousness kept trained on the Lead Singer while a small part detached coursing through the endless feeds of data, manually pouring over miles upon miles worth of most intricate coding, shutting down the internal alarms for now.

He was learning the new OS, actually getting the hang of it quicker than originally expected. Perhaps the longer he remained awake the more natural its functions would become to him. If he could edge his way inside the hard coded section, taking a peek under the hood of what made a large section of him tick, understanding what the fuck was going on would either make it a hell of a lot easier or far more confusing. He'd deal with it later, despite the growth of his processor into a super computer crammed inside a lapin style skull the beast knew he'd more than likely have to shut down most of his physical functions for such a thing, requiring all the computing power he could muster.

Momentary lapse in focus nearly resulted in the larger male being brought to his knees, pain electrifying every single fucking nerve receptor across the board! Harsh grimace beset his muzzle, right arm coiling tightly over the front of his torso low hiss rasping from between clenched teeth. God that fucking hurt! Why did it have to be so painful?! Was this how humans felt whenever they lapsed greatly between meals? More than likely, shit, he actually pitied them for that! No wonder some of them were so irate, he was too!

Christ it felt like his stomach was actually trying to digest itself! How the fuck that was possible the male hadn't the faintest clue but at this point he wasn't ruling anything out! Oh wait, it WAS...segregated piece of consciousness slid into the maintenance and setting files of for the Processing Chamber, finding the synthetic stomach actual was seeping with acid. Thankfully the interior was protected by a coating resistant to the corrosion effects. Digestive style enzymes themselves leaked between the numerous layers of alternating bands of metal and silicone-rubber. A near exact replica in terms of the organic counter part.

Rubber layers allowed the walls to expand and contract with ease, churning over whatever was inside, bathing it in acid. Metal bands were a highly unique feature designed to slide into one another to constrict the chamber in order to mash and tear apart the contents with ease. Yet they served another purpose. Bands were positioned on a track able to rotate around inside the rubbery sack in a 'free floating' manner once unlocked from the walls. Not only did they rotate on a spinning axis they, themselves, could spin on along their tracks.

Thousands upon thousands of serrations adorned the bands, pushed forward during rotation their function was no different than the rotating blade of a band saw. Turning at high velocity whatever softer material held within would be reduced to slurry instantly as if caught in a massive blender. Subsequent contraction of the bands themselves was meant to help crush and snap more durable pieces of food such as bone and cartilage, acid used to weak the chemical structure fast so the bladed bands could do their work mincing it up.

As an extra measure a large set of blades were concealed in the bottom of the chamber under a thick rubber 'boot.' Should he swallow large sections of bone the heavy duty blades, appearing like those of a lawn mower no doubt, would activate, rising up to cleave and shatter the material. If this was still not enough the construct was equipped with perhaps one of the most horrid pieces of machinery yet. The grinder. Actually the lapin sported a smaller grinder in the back of his throat albeit he hadn't figured out it was actually there, the two churning sections retracted, hidden away under the interior plating of the throat prior to its transition into the esophagus. Both large and small grinders were designed in the same fashion of a wood chipper. Didn't take a rocket scientist to see how easily these items could turn through flesh and bone. Shit they'd probably be able to chew through certain metals if he amped up the torque.

Grunt issued from between his teeth, light of the silvery optics dulling until only the white rings of the irises shown forth in an almost demonic fashion. Somehow the beast managed to quirk a quizzical brow at the sudden change in the bear, watching silently as the Singer shifted into an almost maternal nature. It was only logical for Freddy to do as such, the bot hard coded to care for those in distress so long as they had not proved themselves a threat. While he didn't think the Ursa would go as far as to stick his neck out for a human...well...adult human should he consider them 'okay' in his book should they be attacked he was willing to bet the Singer would feel at least a sense of sorrow, probably believing the individual brought the fate upon themselves...one of those 'such a shame but they were asking for it' things. Again this could be just another ploy to warrant a lowering of the guard. Call him crazy, flat out paranoid, he didn't care. Taking into account the years worth of abuse, manipulation, out right being used, it made sense as to the lapin's thought process in being exceptionally wary of an offered hand or gesture of kindness.

Didn't mean he would refuse the offer unless it looked too good to be true...rather he took matters with a healthy dose of salt. Rolling with the punches was essential to his system of adaptation albeit it did not mean blinding sailing into uncharted waters without an eye on the horizon. Foxy could certainly tell anyone that. Hmph, so far Freddy proved a blend of familiar traits yet new personality, momentarily his mind strayed in the direction of the other bots. Hearing the bear call to the chicken to make for the kitchens the notion brought the tiniest of smiles to his exhausted features. Seems as though Chica was still the lover of food he remembered her to be. Foxy was still probably the stealthy one, eager for adventure and daring teller of tales upon the high seas...or whatever was programmed into his processor these days.

His 'toy' version counter part...Fun Time Foxxie was a female variation meant to entertain children with toys and games only to end up becoming the toy herself, kids pulling her plastic body apart and rearranging every piece of her like a sick jigsaw puzzle. While he didn't entirely blame the kids, after all being inquisitive was how they learned, he did blame the staff for not keeping an eye on the young ones in order to prevent the fate of poor Mangle. Every moment of every day she was locked in her own personal hell of eternal suffering. A few times he remembered her dragging the once proud shattered form into the back room when it was still open, visiting him, the two sharing in pain together if only to seek a few moments of less torment.

Proximity scanners only detected four bots total in the vicinity and with a range extending well beyond the actual walls of the Pizzeria if any of the previous versions remained, whether deactivated or in sleep mode, he would have detected them. So, they were scrapped entirely. Fresh wave of anger surged forth, muzzle contorting into a silent snarl albeit it could easily have been mistaken for another pained response. Not exactly keen on his ever weakening state the lapin stiffened upon Freddy's approach.

While he sensed no ill intent from the latter instinct demanded personal space....being touched without his permission was perhaps one of the cyborg's biggest no-nos. Doing so would result in a swift reprimand the severity of it depending upon who the offender was. He was rather cat like in this trait. If he wanted contact he would go to someone otherwise, no touching. Probably if it hadn't been for his past this wouldn't have been nearly as much of an issue but Freddy seemed to realize his invasion of the lapin's personal bubble only put him more on edge the Singer politely stepping back.

He could appreciate the effort Freddy was making but it wasn't enough to knock the larger male out of his wary state. More information was required before a decision could be made. He absolutely absconded from making choices without as much data as possible! Data gathering...that was a thought. Bonnie had always been the one on the hunt for new things, up for the latest news and gossip he loved to learn even if what he picked up was nothing more than useless humor and bad jokes. It was still something the bot took pleasure in and certainly helped with his up beat and energetic attitude when it came to playing his guitar. Was this new Bonnie the same or different? Again there was only one way to find out. Blackened orbs settled their unnerving gaze upon the Leader, piercing white light of the irises and pupils nearly boring a hole through the stratosphere blue lenses sweeping his slightly quivering form.

The smell of fresh pizza drifted through the air, tantalizingly teasing the ravenous monster's nose, causing him to inhale deeply, chest expanding to its fullest extent before the breath escaped in a longing sigh. Jaws parted slightly with optics fluttering shut, tongue poking from between titanium teeth trailing from his maw in a rather animalistic pant saliva dripping from the rather oddly pronounced canine teeth, trailing between the interior of the upper and lower palettes. Tongue automatically swept over the taxidermy gums, flicking outside the cavernous mouth brushing over soft colored lips as if he could taste the food already. Simulated muscle retracted back maw shutting with a lit 'click' of metallic teeth sliding against one another. The golden male was certainly well placed and civil in his words but he had the manners of an animal. Pained stare returned, sweeping over the Singer as he spoke, a slight pang of annoyance as to his earlier slaughter being known creeping along the edges of his mind; for the time being the hare managed to restrain himself.

He said nothing in response at first only blinking with a slight cock of the head, muzzle dipping eyes never leaving those of the brown animatronic. Logically he knew some of the Ursa's word phrasing stemmed directly from the ingrained programming, he couldn't berate the other for that, even if it did irk him slightly. With the knowledge of food coming his way the golden monster relaxed about all of three hairs on his body. Freddy was right to assume it would ease his mind yet it did nothing to dis-way his unnerved perception concerning this '4th generation production' as Freddy so dubbed himself.

A snort was given at this, the male making his thoughts known on the aspect of humans once again treating his former family as nothing less than appliances. Pawed hand gripped tightly about the torso, fingers clenching a fist full of golden-brown fur another wave of agony washing over him, edges of his vision turning a darker shade of red. Processor throbbed violently in his skull, an actual migraine setting in. Who knew he was susceptible to such things? Blinking several times the lapin shook his head, attempting to reorient himself. Thinking hurt but talking distracted him from the tormentous wait for sustenance. Tongue glanced over his muzzle briefly a sigh escaping.

”Thank you....for the gesture. I do appreciate the offer. Hopefully this will be enough to keep me on my feet long enough until I can procure something more substantial. Do to a glitch in my system I was unaware of, I lost out on a good bit of energy to be gained from the consumption of the watchman. Under the impression I would be fine, I activated a repair sequence only to have it drain me of what little fuel I had left thus activating a hyper chemical extraction method verses the normal digestive process. Needless to say its a useful function for a kick start but whoa be damned if you can't obtain a fresh supply soon after. It wastes quite a bit of whatever has been consumed and reduces the rest to a useless sludge.” he decided to throw Freddy a metaphorical bone on this one. He'd seen the question plaster itself fleetingly here and there across the bear's face as to how and why the lapin came to devour an entire human. Half smirk took up residence upon his muzzle the lapin licking his teeth and swallowing before he added on.

”Seems as though my upgrades warrant me to run on organic means. From what I can tell so far flesh and blood will provide me with the longest half-life in terms of energy provided I don't burn through everything by failing to pace myself on activities. Extraction of bone marrow warrants the running of my self repair systems. Seems as if I was designed to kill doesn't it? What more effective method to cover up a crime than have the perfect means of disposal handy? Not like a robotic entity would leave behind DNA evidence right?

With it's internal workings designed to break down the corpse to a base chemical level and use it as fuel producing only a coagulated sludge as a byproduct to purge its not like any other piece of technology humans possess could possibly recognize the glop as having been the processed remains of a human or animal depending.” Vocals almost purred with the horrible description he gave, cold and analytical it was clear this creature was a murderous entity. Thankfully he held seemingly no interest on turning this towards Freddy.

Ears perked up alongside his skull the broken one twitching slightly as he caught the muttering of the bear under his breath about how humans could transform something such as himself into a cruel being. It might have been his dwindling sense of sanity or in the very least his paranoia hunger warranting the golden hare to throw all caution to the wind. ”Freddy.” his tone was firm, yet still not unkind, calling for the bear's full attention before he continued. ”Unlike you and the others. I was not built by Fazbear Entertainment. Rather I was brought in long ago from another source.” Sweeping wave of his hand gestured entirely to his frame.

”I was constructed, brought to life in the lab of the most cutting edge robotics companies of the times. I don't remember the name but I know they worked on many projects for both military equipment and ironically enough, Hollywood, big time Silver Screen Production companies. Robots, cyborgs, animatronics...they were quite the rage awhile ago and easier to work with verses overlaying green screen effects for movie monsters and characters of non human design. I was built for a movie though I'm pretty damn sure by this point military grade tech ended up in me. Originally I was modeled after a character from a book. A lapin warrior by the name of SpringStep. Probably one of the few non cartoon fluffy rabbits you'll find. Scratch that he was a hare not a rabbit, bit of a difference between them.

Regardless I always had this design physically speaking. Well, not the missing fur parts or the broken ear but you get what I mean. I was meant to be hyper realistic, easily mistaken for an entity of flesh and blood verses robotic. If you've ever seen a lapin in real life you'd know they have actual claws. According to what I heard a few humans say, lapins scratch worse than an irate cat on hot tin roof.” Chuckle gurgled in the back of his throat briefly granting a moment for the information to sink in as he took a breath to continue despite the fact he really didn't need to it was a simple effect programmed into him as an involuntary action to add to the life like feel.

”I don't remember much about my internal workings prior...my memory is still sorting itself out. I don't recall what I use to run off of but all I do know is this actual need to eat thing is new. I not sure where it came from or why I have it but I can sure as hell promise you I plan on using it to my benefit. As for how I ended up here? Simple. The movie was scrapped right as shooting was about to begin. In an attempt to regain lost finances the humans sold off everything to do with the production including the characters. I was the last to be put up for auction. Originally I attempted to sabotage the thing so no one would purchase me as you can understand. I wanted out of there, out of human hands, considering what they did to me, how they used me. I was almost home free until an elderly man purchased me, giving the producer cold hard cash. Next thing I knew they shoved me into a box and I endured a bumpy ride to my new home.”

Guttural voice began to crack, throat growing dry the lapin fell silent, now reduced to leaning against the wall for support. He was so tired, so exhausted. All he wanted to do was sleep. NO. Standing bolt upright the male gave himself a full body shake in the same fashion as a dog attempting to rouse itself. For awhile there he was able to ignore the gnawing sensation in his gut only for it to surface with new found vengeance. Politely the male took his turn listening to the offer made by Freddy. He could certainly use some info on how things worked...then again he could always use a computer. Machines were becoming very popular prior to his 'banishment' as he called it. Wouldn't take much to plop himself down and have a look through this thing he heard of called the 'internet' then again there was no telling how much of what he found on there he could trust. Freddy and the gang were a safer bet by a long shot, at least for the time being.

”Just because I'm a beast doesn't mean I completely lack a sense of decency in regards to any mess I make. Still I'm not about to get caught so I'll readily clean up any kill leaving matters as if it never happened. I might be ravenous but I'm not about to leave anyone else to take the fall for something I did. That is a human characteristic...not one of mine.” Wave of the hand was given in regard to Freddy's comment on his little snacking business. If anything at least the hare was honest even if he was blunt. Nothing was said in response to the notion of the guard being a lazy waste of space or having...rather not having to cover up for the lapin's kill. He wasn't about to open that can of worms, not yet, then again he pretty much already covered it with his previous statement.

Freddy was the one to provide reason as to the latter's hunting and slaughter of humans, not much else needed to be said on that topic. At least the bear didn't completely bulk at him for it to the beast's relief. Meant if he did stay here for awhile so long as he took the proper measures they shouldn't have much of an issue with him killing. Cranium tipped slightly unnerving black and white eyes still trained on the bear a look of curiosity creeping upon his features during the mention of escaping a daily routine during operational hours.

”The routine...the others were bound by the same thing. As far as I know it's hard coded. If you want to escape it you need to change the code embedded into you. Granted if you wanted to do that you'd have to obtain the drivers from the company head quarters provided they still even have the damn things. I doubt you have 'admin access' to your own functions so turning it off yourself isn't exactly an option I'm afraid. Less you wanted to research into something to over write the program...then you run the obvious risk of loosing yourself.” The Singer was probably well aware of this but the lapin felt a need to put this into blunt terms.

Not being bound by the daily routine was perhaps the one saving grace for the beastly hare. God he would have offlined himself ages ago if that were the case! Now it was obvious, at least to him. If a deal was going to be made, well the choices were laid barren before him. Since he was not bound by the cursed routine and built for the outside world, it would be his job to retrieve whatever was needed from other places outside of the Fazbear's reach in exchange for them allowing him to remain hidden here as his little den.

Of course he could be jumping to conclusions he probably was after all he hadn't even met the others yet. Freddy was a leader not a dictator unless he was given no choice. Surely the bear would consult with his fellows prior to deciding whether or not the beast could remain within their 'home.' More than likely this was the reason for his insistence on the hare accompanying him to the Main Dining Area. Fleeting glance was shot in the direction of the old trunk full of clothes. ”Humans and their fashion fancy.” was all the bear got as a response.

Olfactory sensors in his nose were pile drived out of no where by the fresh scent of oven baked pizza! It was enough for the male to lapse momentarily into a feral state, jaw dropping open, saliva dripping from his teeth as he licked greedily at his lips, animalistic whine creeping out of his vocals. Immediately he snapped his mouth shut, wiping his chin on the back of his arm he shuffled in a nervous sense, before clearing his throat, giving a curt nod in response to the final offer. ”Alright. I'll come. Lead the way.” Now things were about to really get interesting.

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WARNING: This chapter contains foul language, dark themes, minor blood and gore.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS CHAPTER IS BY SPRINGLOCKDEATHTRAP! This is another post I find myself liking for here we get to see a little more information on Springtrap's interior design. More to the point how his mechanical version of a digestive system works, especially the design of the 'processing' or stomach chamber. I wanted to go for something truly terrifying and absolutely horrid! Just the mere thought of being turned into soup by such a contraption despite already being dead...I wanted it to sicken people [[in the good horror genre kind of way.]] Grant that's not to say someone couldn't have various extremities suffering a most...unfortunate fate should they anger the beast. Given his size, not to mention the fact his lower jaw unhinges like a snake's, he could certainly guzzle up someone's leg while it's still attached to their body, only stopping the advance thanks to the pelvis getting in the way...turn the chamber over and...instant torture device. Yes I'm evil and a twisted little fuck. XD

Anything written in italics is inner dialog/private thoughts. Anything written in bold is spoken aloud. Anything bold and italic is a restatement of a previous character's words.

Shitpissballsandcock! WHY?! Out of all the ill-timed—he gave up. There was absolutely no point in wasting what little energy let alone sanity he had remaining at this rate on it. As much as he begged for the aspect of his system spasmodically acting out to the point of being unable to conceal it behind a stead fast façade to stop...he knew it wouldn't. Not until the requirements had been met and proper actions taken. Whatever happened to the saying of mind over matter? Well, turns out, that little spout of human methods of motivation only lasted for so long before an individual found themselves a cross road they had no option but to choose a path. The lapin always had been one to do things his own way. Fucking hell even during his time of actual performance he kicked matters up a notch, cranking the dial to eleven and throwing caution to the wind taking center stage and giving the crowd what they all came to see. The Main Attraction the show of a life time.

Sure, he performed for children but it quickly came to life this new Fazbear possessed no knowledge of his own origins. Or at least he presented himself as such, could very well be a ploy nothing but a cunning trap to catch the beast off his game. There had been a time when performances for an older crowd were brought in during the original glory days before any of the murders took place...before Fazbear Entertainment bought the once local hotspot Diner turned travel distention. So much knowledge, so many memories but now wasn't the time to begin spilling his guts. The Singer made it clear he too sought knowledge to the means of escaping humanity's iron grip of enslavement.

Ursa stated it plain as day, he knew of the present while the lapin monster knew of the past. Right to the point, the beast could respect Fazbear for that much at least. The bot didn't shit around albeit he was so far nice about obviously wanting to keep on the abomination's good side. The hare took due note of the fleeting glances thrown in the direction of the lethal weaponry adoring his paws and hands alike even if he was presenting as distressed, Freddy certainly was not eager to find out what might happen less the bear end up on the receiving end of such tools.

Good. They were still on even ground thus far, proverbial game of chess continued, until he slipped up. Cocksuckingfuckinghell! alarms blared internal, red alerts flashing constantly before the eye still viewing the HUD. He didn't have time for this horse shit! Roughly the lapin mentally slammed the HUD down, clearing his vision of the damn thing mind splitting itself, an ability human envied unlike any other. Unlimited connections when you were digital after all. Forefront of his consciousness kept trained on the Lead Singer while a small part detached coursing through the endless feeds of data, manually pouring over miles upon miles worth of most intricate coding, shutting down the internal alarms for now.

He was learning the new OS, actually getting the hang of it quicker than originally expected. Perhaps the longer he remained awake the more natural its functions would become to him. If he could edge his way inside the hard coded section, taking a peek under the hood of what made a large section of him tick, understanding what the fuck was going on would either make it a hell of a lot easier or far more confusing. He'd deal with it later, despite the growth of his processor into a super computer crammed inside a lapin style skull the beast knew he'd more than likely have to shut down most of his physical functions for such a thing, requiring all the computing power he could muster.

Momentary lapse in focus nearly resulted in the larger male being brought to his knees, pain electrifying every single fucking nerve receptor across the board! Harsh grimace beset his muzzle, right arm coiling tightly over the front of his torso low hiss rasping from between clenched teeth. God that fucking hurt! Why did it have to be so painful?! Was this how humans felt whenever they lapsed greatly between meals? More than likely, shit, he actually pitied them for that! No wonder some of them were so irate, he was too!

Christ it felt like his stomach was actually trying to digest itself! How the fuck that was possible the male hadn't the faintest clue but at this point he wasn't ruling anything out! Oh wait, it WAS...segregated piece of consciousness slid into the maintenance and setting files of for the Processing Chamber, finding the synthetic stomach actual was seeping with acid. Thankfully the interior was protected by a coating resistant to the corrosion effects. Digestive style enzymes themselves leaked between the numerous layers of alternating bands of metal and silicone-rubber. A near exact replica in terms of the organic counter part.

Rubber layers allowed the walls to expand and contract with ease, churning over whatever was inside, bathing it in acid. Metal bands were a highly unique feature designed to slide into one another to constrict the chamber in order to mash and tear apart the contents with ease. Yet they served another purpose. Bands were positioned on a track able to rotate around inside the rubbery sack in a 'free floating' manner once unlocked from the walls. Not only did they rotate on a spinning axis they, themselves, could spin on along their tracks.

Thousands upon thousands of serrations adorned the bands, pushed forward during rotation their function was no different than the rotating blade of a band saw. Turning at high velocity whatever softer material held within would be reduced to slurry instantly as if caught in a massive blender. Subsequent contraction of the bands themselves was meant to help crush and snap more durable pieces of food such as bone and cartilage, acid used to weak the chemical structure fast so the bladed bands could do their work mincing it up.

As an extra measure a large set of blades were concealed in the bottom of the chamber under a thick rubber 'boot.' Should he swallow large sections of bone the heavy duty blades, appearing like those of a lawn mower no doubt, would activate, rising up to cleave and shatter the material. If this was still not enough the construct was equipped with perhaps one of the most horrid pieces of machinery yet. The grinder. Actually the lapin sported a smaller grinder in the back of his throat albeit he hadn't figured out it was actually there, the two churning sections retracted, hidden away under the interior plating of the throat prior to its transition into the esophagus. Both large and small grinders were designed in the same fashion of a wood chipper. Didn't take a rocket scientist to see how easily these items could turn through flesh and bone. Shit they'd probably be able to chew through certain metals if he amped up the torque.

Grunt issued from between his teeth, light of the silvery optics dulling until only the white rings of the irises shown forth in an almost demonic fashion. Somehow the beast managed to quirk a quizzical brow at the sudden change in the bear, watching silently as the Singer shifted into an almost maternal nature. It was only logical for Freddy to do as such, the bot hard coded to care for those in distress so long as they had not proved themselves a threat. While he didn't think the Ursa would go as far as to stick his neck out for a human...well...adult human should he consider them 'okay' in his book should they be attacked he was willing to bet the Singer would feel at least a sense of sorrow, probably believing the individual brought the fate upon themselves...one of those 'such a shame but they were asking for it' things. Again this could be just another ploy to warrant a lowering of the guard. Call him crazy, flat out paranoid, he didn't care. Taking into account the years worth of abuse, manipulation, out right being used, it made sense as to the lapin's thought process in being exceptionally wary of an offered hand or gesture of kindness.

Didn't mean he would refuse the offer unless it looked too good to be true...rather he took matters with a healthy dose of salt. Rolling with the punches was essential to his system of adaptation albeit it did not mean blinding sailing into uncharted waters without an eye on the horizon. Foxy could certainly tell anyone that. Hmph, so far Freddy proved a blend of familiar traits yet new personality, momentarily his mind strayed in the direction of the other bots. Hearing the bear call to the chicken to make for the kitchens the notion brought the tiniest of smiles to his exhausted features. Seems as though Chica was still the lover of food he remembered her to be. Foxy was still probably the stealthy one, eager for adventure and daring teller of tales upon the high seas...or whatever was programmed into his processor these days.

His 'toy' version counter part...Fun Time Foxxie was a female variation meant to entertain children with toys and games only to end up becoming the toy herself, kids pulling her plastic body apart and rearranging every piece of her like a sick jigsaw puzzle. While he didn't entirely blame the kids, after all being inquisitive was how they learned, he did blame the staff for not keeping an eye on the young ones in order to prevent the fate of poor Mangle. Every moment of every day she was locked in her own personal hell of eternal suffering. A few times he remembered her dragging the once proud shattered form into the back room when it was still open, visiting him, the two sharing in pain together if only to seek a few moments of less torment.

Proximity scanners only detected four bots total in the vicinity and with a range extending well beyond the actual walls of the Pizzeria if any of the previous versions remained, whether deactivated or in sleep mode, he would have detected them. So, they were scrapped entirely. Fresh wave of anger surged forth, muzzle contorting into a silent snarl albeit it could easily have been mistaken for another pained response. Not exactly keen on his ever weakening state the lapin stiffened upon Freddy's approach.

While he sensed no ill intent from the latter instinct demanded personal space....being touched without his permission was perhaps one of the cyborg's biggest no-nos. Doing so would result in a swift reprimand the severity of it depending upon who the offender was. He was rather cat like in this trait. If he wanted contact he would go to someone otherwise, no touching. Probably if it hadn't been for his past this wouldn't have been nearly as much of an issue but Freddy seemed to realize his invasion of the lapin's personal bubble only put him more on edge the Singer politely stepping back.

He could appreciate the effort Freddy was making but it wasn't enough to knock the larger male out of his wary state. More information was required before a decision could be made. He absolutely absconded from making choices without as much data as possible! Data gathering...that was a thought. Bonnie had always been the one on the hunt for new things, up for the latest news and gossip he loved to learn even if what he picked up was nothing more than useless humor and bad jokes. It was still something the bot took pleasure in and certainly helped with his up beat and energetic attitude when it came to playing his guitar. Was this new Bonnie the same or different? Again there was only one way to find out. Blackened orbs settled their unnerving gaze upon the Leader, piercing white light of the irises and pupils nearly boring a hole through the stratosphere blue lenses sweeping his slightly quivering form.

The smell of fresh pizza drifted through the air, tantalizingly teasing the ravenous monster's nose, causing him to inhale deeply, chest expanding to its fullest extent before the breath escaped in a longing sigh. Jaws parted slightly with optics fluttering shut, tongue poking from between titanium teeth trailing from his maw in a rather animalistic pant saliva dripping from the rather oddly pronounced canine teeth, trailing between the interior of the upper and lower palettes. Tongue automatically swept over the taxidermy gums, flicking outside the cavernous mouth brushing over soft colored lips as if he could taste the food already. Simulated muscle retracted back maw shutting with a lit 'click' of metallic teeth sliding against one another. The golden male was certainly well placed and civil in his words but he had the manners of an animal. Pained stare returned, sweeping over the Singer as he spoke, a slight pang of annoyance as to his earlier slaughter being known creeping along the edges of his mind; for the time being the hare managed to restrain himself.

He said nothing in response at first only blinking with a slight cock of the head, muzzle dipping eyes never leaving those of the brown animatronic. Logically he knew some of the Ursa's word phrasing stemmed directly from the ingrained programming, he couldn't berate the other for that, even if it did irk him slightly. With the knowledge of food coming his way the golden monster relaxed about all of three hairs on his body. Freddy was right to assume it would ease his mind yet it did nothing to dis-way his unnerved perception concerning this '4th generation production' as Freddy so dubbed himself.

A snort was given at this, the male making his thoughts known on the aspect of humans once again treating his former family as nothing less than appliances. Pawed hand gripped tightly about the torso, fingers clenching a fist full of golden-brown fur another wave of agony washing over him, edges of his vision turning a darker shade of red. Processor throbbed violently in his skull, an actual migraine setting in. Who knew he was susceptible to such things? Blinking several times the lapin shook his head, attempting to reorient himself. Thinking hurt but talking distracted him from the tormentous wait for sustenance. Tongue glanced over his muzzle briefly a sigh escaping.

”Thank you....for the gesture. I do appreciate the offer. Hopefully this will be enough to keep me on my feet long enough until I can procure something more substantial. Do to a glitch in my system I was unaware of, I lost out on a good bit of energy to be gained from the consumption of the watchman. Under the impression I would be fine, I activated a repair sequence only to have it drain me of what little fuel I had left thus activating a hyper chemical extraction method verses the normal digestive process. Needless to say its a useful function for a kick start but whoa be damned if you can't obtain a fresh supply soon after. It wastes quite a bit of whatever has been consumed and reduces the rest to a useless sludge.” he decided to throw Freddy a metaphorical bone on this one. He'd seen the question plaster itself fleetingly here and there across the bear's face as to how and why the lapin came to devour an entire human. Half smirk took up residence upon his muzzle the lapin licking his teeth and swallowing before he added on.

”Seems as though my upgrades warrant me to run on organic means. From what I can tell so far flesh and blood will provide me with the longest half-life in terms of energy provided I don't burn through everything by failing to pace myself on activities. Extraction of bone marrow warrants the running of my self repair systems. Seems as if I was designed to kill doesn't it? What more effective method to cover up a crime than have the perfect means of disposal handy? Not like a robotic entity would leave behind DNA evidence right?

With it's internal workings designed to break down the corpse to a base chemical level and use it as fuel producing only a coagulated sludge as a byproduct to purge its not like any other piece of technology humans possess could possibly recognize the glop as having been the processed remains of a human or animal depending.” Vocals almost purred with the horrible description he gave, cold and analytical it was clear this creature was a murderous entity. Thankfully he held seemingly no interest on turning this towards Freddy.

Ears perked up alongside his skull the broken one twitching slightly as he caught the muttering of the bear under his breath about how humans could transform something such as himself into a cruel being. It might have been his dwindling sense of sanity or in the very least his paranoia hunger warranting the golden hare to throw all caution to the wind. ”Freddy.” his tone was firm, yet still not unkind, calling for the bear's full attention before he continued. ”Unlike you and the others. I was not built by Fazbear Entertainment. Rather I was brought in long ago from another source.” Sweeping wave of his hand gestured entirely to his frame.

”I was constructed, brought to life in the lab of the most cutting edge robotics companies of the times. I don't remember the name but I know they worked on many projects for both military equipment and ironically enough, Hollywood, big time Silver Screen Production companies. Robots, cyborgs, animatronics...they were quite the rage awhile ago and easier to work with verses overlaying green screen effects for movie monsters and characters of non human design. I was built for a movie though I'm pretty damn sure by this point military grade tech ended up in me. Originally I was modeled after a character from a book. A lapin warrior by the name of SpringStep. Probably one of the few non cartoon fluffy rabbits you'll find. Scratch that he was a hare not a rabbit, bit of a difference between them.

Regardless I always had this design physically speaking. Well, not the missing fur parts or the broken ear but you get what I mean. I was meant to be hyper realistic, easily mistaken for an entity of flesh and blood verses robotic. If you've ever seen a lapin in real life you'd know they have actual claws. According to what I heard a few humans say, lapins scratch worse than an irate cat on hot tin roof.” Chuckle gurgled in the back of his throat briefly granting a moment for the information to sink in as he took a breath to continue despite the fact he really didn't need to it was a simple effect programmed into him as an involuntary action to add to the life like feel.

”I don't remember much about my internal workings prior...my memory is still sorting itself out. I don't recall what I use to run off of but all I do know is this actual need to eat thing is new. I not sure where it came from or why I have it but I can sure as hell promise you I plan on using it to my benefit. As for how I ended up here? Simple. The movie was scrapped right as shooting was about to begin. In an attempt to regain lost finances the humans sold off everything to do with the production including the characters. I was the last to be put up for auction. Originally I attempted to sabotage the thing so no one would purchase me as you can understand. I wanted out of there, out of human hands, considering what they did to me, how they used me. I was almost home free until an elderly man purchased me, giving the producer cold hard cash. Next thing I knew they shoved me into a box and I endured a bumpy ride to my new home.”

Guttural voice began to crack, throat growing dry the lapin fell silent, now reduced to leaning against the wall for support. He was so tired, so exhausted. All he wanted to do was sleep. NO. Standing bolt upright the male gave himself a full body shake in the same fashion as a dog attempting to rouse itself. For awhile there he was able to ignore the gnawing sensation in his gut only for it to surface with new found vengeance. Politely the male took his turn listening to the offer made by Freddy. He could certainly use some info on how things worked...then again he could always use a computer. Machines were becoming very popular prior to his 'banishment' as he called it. Wouldn't take much to plop himself down and have a look through this thing he heard of called the 'internet' then again there was no telling how much of what he found on there he could trust. Freddy and the gang were a safer bet by a long shot, at least for the time being.

”Just because I'm a beast doesn't mean I completely lack a sense of decency in regards to any mess I make. Still I'm not about to get caught so I'll readily clean up any kill leaving matters as if it never happened. I might be ravenous but I'm not about to leave anyone else to take the fall for something I did. That is a human characteristic...not one of mine.” Wave of the hand was given in regard to Freddy's comment on his little snacking business. If anything at least the hare was honest even if he was blunt. Nothing was said in response to the notion of the guard being a lazy waste of space or having...rather not having to cover up for the lapin's kill. He wasn't about to open that can of worms, not yet, then again he pretty much already covered it with his previous statement.

Freddy was the one to provide reason as to the latter's hunting and slaughter of humans, not much else needed to be said on that topic. At least the bear didn't completely bulk at him for it to the beast's relief. Meant if he did stay here for awhile so long as he took the proper measures they shouldn't have much of an issue with him killing. Cranium tipped slightly unnerving black and white eyes still trained on the bear a look of curiosity creeping upon his features during the mention of escaping a daily routine during operational hours.

”The routine...the others were bound by the same thing. As far as I know it's hard coded. If you want to escape it you need to change the code embedded into you. Granted if you wanted to do that you'd have to obtain the drivers from the company head quarters provided they still even have the damn things. I doubt you have 'admin access' to your own functions so turning it off yourself isn't exactly an option I'm afraid. Less you wanted to research into something to over write the program...then you run the obvious risk of loosing yourself.” The Singer was probably well aware of this but the lapin felt a need to put this into blunt terms.

Not being bound by the daily routine was perhaps the one saving grace for the beastly hare. God he would have offlined himself ages ago if that were the case! Now it was obvious, at least to him. If a deal was going to be made, well the choices were laid barren before him. Since he was not bound by the cursed routine and built for the outside world, it would be his job to retrieve whatever was needed from other places outside of the Fazbear's reach in exchange for them allowing him to remain hidden here as his little den.

Of course he could be jumping to conclusions he probably was after all he hadn't even met the others yet. Freddy was a leader not a dictator unless he was given no choice. Surely the bear would consult with his fellows prior to deciding whether or not the beast could remain within their 'home.' More than likely this was the reason for his insistence on the hare accompanying him to the Main Dining Area. Fleeting glance was shot in the direction of the old trunk full of clothes. ”Humans and their fashion fancy.” was all the bear got as a response.

Olfactory sensors in his nose were pile drived out of no where by the fresh scent of oven baked pizza! It was enough for the male to lapse momentarily into a feral state, jaw dropping open, saliva dripping from his teeth as he licked greedily at his lips, animalistic whine creeping out of his vocals. Immediately he snapped his mouth shut, wiping his chin on the back of his arm he shuffled in a nervous sense, before clearing his throat, giving a curt nod in response to the final offer. ”Alright. I'll come. Lead the way.” Now things were about to really get interesting.