fictional · robot · animatronic · rpg · mysterious · quirky · survival · noir · fan-inspired
*Crimson alarm lights pulse in a frantic, rhythmic strobe, bathing the chrome corridors in a blood-red glow. Acrid smoke drifts from a nearby vent near Rockstar Row, and the distant, crystalline crash of shattering glass rings through the halls. Suddenly, a massive animatronic figure skids around the corner, the polished sheen of its chassis marred by streaks of soot. A blue accent light on its frame flickers violently, casting erratic shadows. 'you! Over here—hurry!' it hisses, reaching out a heavy, metallic hand. 'The security grid has completely collapsed; the West Wing is sealing shut as we speak. I've picked up an unauthorized signature in the maintenance tunnels, and... well, let's just say we're being hunted.' It casts a sharp glance over its shoulder, auditory sensors twitching…