Fitting the Mold — Story

Roxanne was in dire need of repair- her endo was wondering about in areas she wasn't designated to be and the years had not been kind to it.

Degradation from the years had meant her joints were all floppy and she was completely covered in a thick layer of mold.

Her processor was damaged too- she even thought she was some sort've guest and wasn't Roxanne at all. Luckily, there was all sorts of protocols to help her get back in shape.

Zeydaan wasn't sure why the animatronics seemed to be staring at her- nor that weird feeling the security cameras seemed to be following her movements. She'd booked this weekend specifically to see Roxy, but she was nowhere to be seen.

Luckily the other animatronic's 'don't ruin the magic' protocols helped to quickly remove her from public areas for some emergency repairs and refitting. Thankfully the disrepair to her endoskeleton meant that it only required the efforts of Glamrock Freddy and Montgomery Gator to restrain and escort her to Parts and Services.

She couldn't escape, the two hulking robots with all her limbs in a vice grip, she tried protesting, but they started barking protocol at her. She had heard rumors of this sort've thing happening. But it was just an urban legend. She hadn't done anything wrong. oh gods... what was going to happen to her.

The process to restore Roxy would be thankfully fast. The parts and services at the pizzaplex is the most advanced repair system in the world. Capable of not only refit but a complete factory fresh finish for all animatronics thanks to its extensive catalogue of molds and supplies to ensure that the Pizzaplex can be entirely self-sufficient and not rely on any expensive contractors.

Giant mechanical arms dropped from the ceiling and held her in place as her captors now watched. Giant metal molds were moved into place- They clamped tight around her legs- tight in places and cold in others while feeling white hot, the machines whirring to life pouring SOMETHING else into the molds with her legs- before nothing.

Suddenly, there was no sensation in her legs, feeling terrifyingly cold. After what felt like an eternity, her legs would emerge as parodies of themselves- large, cartoony and shiny. A mixture of metal and plastic from what she could tell.

Just like Roxanne's

The programming would be working correctly, initial testing showing the calibration of the machinery was correct, restoring Roxanne's legs properly with only a small amount of additional paint and shine to finish. The process would continue in restoration of her arms and other components. Ordered properly to reduce waste and to allow instruments to warm up slightly.

Zeydaan's waist and arm were crushed into more molds before similarly emerging shiny and robotic. She didn't know why this was happening, nor how it was seemingly able to produce colour. She couldn't move her arms, nor legs- yet the moved themselves.

There was no wiring beneath, somehow she knew that, but for some reason, those parts of her body weren't hers any more. She tried once more to yell out, as she stood upright as more parts of her body were to be added to her.

Her muzzle and voice box needed significant repairs. Clamping around the endoskeleton much like the other parts and her protests would finally stop. She had been running a program simulating pain or discomfort- likely a corruption based on a losing algorithm from raceway.

Luckily the mold didn't seem to be interfering with the casing application. The new system bonding to it tighter than ever, and even correcting some defects in proportions.

Zeydaan's body continued to be changed, a large red breastplate forged onto her. Leading to an eerie silence. While her body blurted out nonsence code language- she noticed the eerie quiet. Could she even breath? Did she even need to? She couldn't smell, or taste.

The animatronic jaw stood in front of her vision as all forms of moving her body were now in Roxanne's control. She was only able to catch a glimpse of one more mold before all light was snuffed out.

She was in enormous discomfort- before the hot rubberized metal flooded in what little gaps there were left between the mold and her head. When there was no more space, the pressure forced it inside.

Roxanne's mind was quickly restored to factory settings, conntected to the faz network. Diagnostics complete. Data purge complete. Fazbear Protocols engaged.

Repair was complete.
Repair was complete.

Roxanne wolf was fully restored and returned to active duty in the pizzaplex.
Roxanne wolf was fully restored and returned to active duty in the pizzaplex.