Headcanons and Ficlets and Assorted Other Things

Little Ones

It has come to my attention that we have no idea what happened to the minitronics (except BAWN-BAWN). I had to rectify this.

And so, I present the Bidybabs.

[FIC START]

"I'm going to find a way inside!"

The Bidybabs looked at the elevator. Yes, they thought as one. This can do.

Although their fingers were not articulated like the larger robots, they were still able to use the curvature of their hands and feet to 'grip' the pipes on the sides of the elevator.

And so they waited for the person to come back.

Within an hour or so, they heard bangs in the ventilation shaft. He emerged, and it took all of their self-control to not just jump on the man right then and there.

The man entered the elevator and it started to ascend.

The elevator went at a moderately fast pace, but not so fast as to make the fragile animatronics fall off.

Every so often one of the seven Bidybabs peeked through the elevator window, just for a moment, to see if they could disturb the technician.

Finally, the elevator slowed to a stop. The doors opened and the nighttime worker ran out of the building.

After waiting to make sure no one could see them, they removed their hands and feet from the piping.

Was this the outside world that their fellow performer Circus Baby yearned to see?

It was breathtaking*.

So they set off, all seven of them, to discover the wonders of the world.

[FIC END]
[OMAKE START]

Michael Afton ran out of the elevator. That had to have been a hallucination, he panicked, please let that have been a hallucination.

After all, those robotic horror babies° didn't follow him, right? They wouldn't be following him home?

[OMAKE END]

*Not literally of course.
°Seriously, who the heck designed those things with children in mind?!