Corrupted Animatronic Novels & Stories

He had two cyborgs who went by the names, Karen and Kaycie. At the moment, it had been thirty minutes since Anderson Simpson, Harrison Edgeton and Jocelyn Redwood, and a strange robot they never knew Anderson possessed, disappeared with a strange vehicle-like contraption. It was just too unbelievable. To worsen the whole thing, they weren't able to hack into their conversations because the microchips they'd implanted had somehow become ineffective in Anderson's home. Unknowingly to them, it was because of a tech Anderson'd created about a year ago which deactivated integrated circuits anywhere in his house.

His hatred already consumed him as he was grieving from his shattered life. "I am Lucido." Luci shouted with rage, and fired his power to the Sage. It was already too late, he was already consumed by his own anger. He attacked the Sage and went to a rampage. He was no longer a human. He's already corrupted, a demon in a form of human. Merlin felt sadness as he was already to late to save this pitiful child. He had no other choice but to stop him, even if he needs to kill him. "Agni Spirit of the blazing fire, heed my command. Appear in my front, and destroy my enemy with your hands."

“Something’s wrong.” I extended my own senses. The chaotic energy was gone, but there was a residue. A faint, magical signature I didn’t recognize. It wasn't demonic, angelic, or Fae. It was cold, sterile, and utterly alien. It felt oily, like a predator that had wiped its tracks but couldn't erase its scent. “This wasn’t a natural decay,” Ava confirmed, her eyes meeting mine over Misha’s head. The usual sarcasm was gone, replaced by a cold, clinical dread. “This was sabotage. The corruption was planted here. Deliberately.”

"Please tell her we are sorry,'' Mary said and Aztec looked at them angrily, wondering how the fuck they still, felt like they could ask favors of him when they had been nothing but cruel to his woman. So dejected, they took that as the cue to start recording their confession, and more than anything they were streaming it live thanks to the free wifi at the cafe. All of this was really crazy. Funny how their daughter had landed in this predicament. Scarlet had single-handedly brought down the company and the empire they had spent so many years working on and financing. They had given their blood sweat and tears to make the Franzel labs a name that was respected and their daughter just had to

“I guess that the fact you are quite a slow witted person might be true after all, given you didn’t realize I changed the scenery. I do wonder why the monster didn’t attack you, though.” I scrunched my lips. Seriously, I am starting to wonder that this Rox guy might also be an oddball like me, seeing as he always talked about a monster this and a monster that. What I saw during my journey of collecting the crystals were a few animatronics that looked like they need a severe repairing. Those springs and nuts protruding out from their exoskeleton might be a hell of a job to get it fixed. Suddenly I felt my gaze fading. I wobbled on my feet and swayed a bit to pick up my stance.

​Twenty obsidian automatons lunged from the ledge simultaneously, their zinc-plated spears lifted as they prepared to leap across the roaring river to impale her. ​"Not while I'm still in the index!" a voice thundered from the dark ventilation shaft. ​Corin erupted from the opening, his colossal frame cutting through the sulfur-fog like a boulder. The tattered, oil-stained coat flew from his shoulders as he swung his massive iron crowbar with a brutal, two-handed velocity. The impact struck the lead automaton mid-leap, shattering the silver bands around its neck and sending its massive obsidian head spinning into the black water. The Archivist didn't stop to breathe; he planted his rusted bo

— Aurora didn’t move. Her breath uneven. Her mind racing. “No…” Her voice came out low. Frustrated. “I need to see the rest.” Adrian took the device. Checked it quickly. “It’s corrupted.” Aurora’s eyes snapped to him. “Fix it.” Adrian shook his head slightly. “Not like this.” Aurora’s fingers curled. Then tightened. Because now— this wasn’t just about knowing. This was about what was missing. The most important part. The face.

So Alex wouldn't find them. The security officer returned a few minutes later, tablet in hand, brows furrowed. Alex watched his face carefully. “Well?” “There’s a problem,” the officer said slowly. “Last night’s footage from cold storage and the prep stations… It’s corrupted.” A sharp murmur rippled through the kitchen. “Corrupted how?” Alex asked. “It skips,” the officer replied. “Time stamps jump. Whoever did what he or she did accessed the system and they knew exactly where the cameras reset.”

I know he is strong and will protect me from whatever this house has to offer. Slowly, I open my eyes and look around. The thing that had popped out was a mere animatronic, a robotic arm and head rigged to jump out at unsuspecting victims. I can see the metal frame underneath the cheap rubber skin, and I feel a little embarrassed for being so scared. Demetrius laughs, clearly amused by my reaction. "It's okay to be scared," he says. "Even the bravest people can get frightened sometimes." I smile a little, feeling silly but also relieved. I am glad he isn't making fun of me.

A digital hiccup, half a beat of silence, then the music resumed slightly out of sync with where their bodies were. Samantha adjusted. Anthony adjusted. They finished the opening sequence on different internal counts and it showed in the spacing. Vera stopped them. She walked to the sound table at the side of the rink and spoke quietly to the technician. They ran the track from the beginning. It stuttered again in the same place. The technician looked at his laptop with the expression of a man who understood exactly what had gone wrong and did not want to say it out loud. "File corruption," he said.