forgotten wolf animatronic (creepypasta)

Chapter 1 (continued): The New Frame

Chapter 1: The New Frame

A ghostly silence filled the workshop, broken only by the hum of machines and the clinking of metal parts. Shadows stretched along the walls, twisting with the dim light as if alive, reflecting the unnatural presence that loomed in the room. Saber floated above the workbench in his spectral form, translucent and tinged with an unsettling blue. His hollow, haunted eyes watched the technician's every movement, following each piece as it was welded, twisted, and joined to create his new body. Masky, Hoodie, and Toby leaned against the walls, their gazes flicking uneasily between Saber's flickering soul and the new animatronic slowly taking shape on the bench.

Though Saber's expression remained distant, the faintest flicker of hope crossed his spectral face as he studied the new frame. His form drifted around the technician, a faint whisper of his presence sending chills through the air. He watched as each joint was fortified, each claw reinforced, and the chest cavity carefully lined with fresh wiring, waiting to host the remnants of his mortal body.

"This frame... will it hold?" Saber's voice was soft, a phantom murmur echoing in the small space. The technician paused, glancing at the spectral figure with something like respect and fear.

"It should hold better than the last one," the technician replied, his voice steady but hushed. "This time, it's built to withstand both your spirit and... what remains of your body."

Toby snickered quietly from the corner, his tone tinged with morbid curiosity. "So, Saber, how does it feel knowing you'll be made of high-grade steel instead of rotting fur and wires?"

Saber's gaze narrowed, a ghostly smirk crossing his face as he drifted nearer to Toby. "I'd say it's a bit of an improvement, wouldn't you?"

Toby raised an eyebrow, smirk fading under the weight of Saber's spectral stare. Masky and Hoodie exchanged glances, both faintly amused but quietly respectful of Saber's eerie presence. The new frame was nearly complete, its wolf-like form sleek, predatory, and menacing, crafted to reflect Saber's enduring resilience.

The technician stood back, wiping his hands as he observed his handiwork. "All that's left now is the transfer," he muttered, glancing at Saber's faint form still hovering near the bench. "But... there's one part that needs removing first."

"What part?" Hoodie asked, already knowing the answer but grimly waiting for confirmation.

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The technician turned to the old, decaying animatronic slumped against the wall—the shell Saber had possessed for years, a prison of rusted metal and rotting wires. He hesitated, then unlatched a corroded panel on its chest, revealing what remained of Saber's human body, twisted and melded with the machine. The sight was as tragic as it was grotesque; remnants of flesh clung to cracked bones, dark veins sprawled across skin that was brittle and gray. The faint outline of a face, hollow-eyed and warped by time, lay buried among the gears, his expression frozen in a haunting grimace.

Saber's ghostly form drifted closer, his translucent hand passing over his decayed remains. He stared at the broken shell he'd inhabited for so long, a hint of sorrow passing over his spectral face.

"This... is what I've been," he whispered, his voice like a breeze through dead leaves.

Masky took a step forward, his voice steady. "Not anymore. You're leaving that behind."