Trying to Hide an Animatronic Bite

The latter parts of the fazbear global initiative. Where in a cruel twist of irony, a bite would be the thing that would lead the company and its animatronics to greater reach than ever.

Violent acts would lead to more and more animatronics popping up. It wouldn't be long before people started to notice.

Avoiding any areas with surprising new pizzarias, and avoiding anyone that has possibly been bitten.

Sure, one could try to hide the bite. In the vague misguided belief that you'd be the one in a million to fight against thousands of hours of distinct, bespoke code teaming with remnant- converting every single synapse, every cell every atom into that best befitting of a machine.

That whirr, that buzz that grows louder in your head. Peeling back your bloodied sleeve when someone finally notices how much you've been aching, and changing.

How long did you think you could resist? You're in the heart of this so-called 'resistance'- you're surrounded by potential assets.

No need to hold onto that form any more.

It's party time.