Death By Glamour- Fnaf

Robotics Conference

It was the annual Robotics Conference.

Each year a nation wide convention was held. It was the perfect opportunity to show off hidden schemes. Sellers skillfully twisted their words into the naïve ears of buyers. Promising to give them the newest pieces of technology.

"Tired of voice boxes lagging out?"

"They just don't make metal like this!!"

"The perfect opportunity to upgrade!"

Each seller had their own speech. If this was a wrestling ring, all of them would cheat too get the winnings.

Most people didn't come for them. There was only one real reason why the national Robotics Con was bustling with people.

The animatronics..

Robotic bands from all over the world competed against each other. The price of the tickets were heavy, but it was worth every single dollar. From circus animatronics too the big time entertainers. It didn't matter. If you ran on bolts and gears, it was your time to shine. 

Of course there was winnings involved. The top entertainers were rewarded with 1 million dollars. That type of money was unbelievable to some, others not so much. The owners of big time restaurant chains used this opportunity for more tame reasons. Scouting out for the competition and learning how to be better than them. Everyone had something to gain from this event, but right now, the back stages were the busiest. 

Animatronics ranging from all sizes stumbled over each other.  Everyone was going over songs, dances, and even magic tricks. They were so caught up in the heat of the event, that the bands kept to themselves. None of this felt like friendly competition.  

To Paintball, this was a scarce moment to make friends. The back stage rooms were enormous. Surely someone would be friendly enough at least entertain her practiced 'hello' speech.  

Unfortunately for Paintball, her own band didn't have time to seek out new friends. They wanted her to practice her own stage event.

"Paint please, just go over some dance moves." Happy sat down on a old yellow stained couch. The poor couch bended against his weight, scratching at the wooden floor. He rubbed his heavy hands against his temple.  It was clear he was stressed out.

Happy was a retired singing hyena. His massive size scared most people. It wasn't his fault. He was a outdated model.  He towered over all the other robots and has visible signs of wear and tear. Most would think he would've of been scrapped by now, but due to his undefeated AI and intimidating aroura, he became Paintball's bodyguard.   

He had been around for so long. He was the first thing Paintball had seen.  The day she had been awaken Happy was there. 

"I did!" Paintball dramatically flops herself on the same couch. Her wrist rests on her forehead, trying to pull off the whole 'damsel in distress' charade. "I promise I went over it at least 20 times."

Happy unmindfully throws some papers on a coffee table. It was the stage scheduling. He had studied it so many times, the words imprinted themselves into his skull. For someone named Happy, he took every scenario very serious. 

"I'm just saying." He lets out a dragged out huff, "You're the talk of the town. Everyone knows your name, and now you have to keep up with the image people have of you. We are under ALOT of pressure."

" I get that. I really do." Paintball pulls herself up and sits on her knees. "I wanna go meet other animatronics. Understand where I come from. This might be my last chance."

Happy throws his head back and stares at the celling. He crinkles his nose upward and tightens his jaws. This was a face Paintball had seen a thousand times. He was recapping her words in his head, trying to find a way too convince her otherwise. 

"I have every dance move down to the tee. I wont mess this up, I promise!" She pleads, this time scooting closer to the thinking hyena.  

"You have nothing in common with other robots. Your a newer model. Hell, your not even made from metal. If you even bump into someone it'll knock you out cold."

"I'll be careful. You can watch me through the door window. I'll be back within the hour." To sweeten the deal, she cleverly adds "If I don't keep to my word, I'll practice till my legs fall off."

Happy raises his eyebrow. Finding her comment somewhat amusing. 

"Till your legs fall off huh?"

Paintball eagerly nods with a goofy smile, knowing that her silly joke was enough to ease his mind. Once again Happy rubs his forehead. This time it was followed with a conquered sigh.

Perhaps the reason Happy was so hesitate, was because of his own experience  with other animatronics. They feared him. When he walked down a hallway he could hear meaningless whispers of judgement. To be fair, he was frightening too look at. Parts of his outer shell was busted open, exposing his old endoskeleton. His predatory teeth almost kept his mouth from fully closing. He looked like he was always on the attack. When he spoke, it only made matters worse. The depth of his voice painted the perfect picture of a monster. He was the perfect bodyguard, but a terrible animatronic.  

The gears in his jaw softly whirr, trying to keep with his ditzy smile "How about this. If you break your word, when we go home your helping staff wash dishes." 

"Deal!!" Paintball jumps on her feet, not giving Happy a second to change his mind. Her paw find their way to the doorknob before her thoughts could clear. 

"Within a hour!" Happy shouts, but Paintball had already closed the swinging door.

The sudden backstage lights blinded her, but that didn't stop her from stumbling forward. The massive room was such a change. It was buzzing with lively animatronics. Each one busy with their own stage performances. 

To be continued ....