Corrupted Animatronic Novels & Stories

“I’m the Architect, Winnie. And I’m revoking the building permit.” ​A massive surge of blue light erupted from Silas, flowing into the bone foundations of the city. It wasn’t a dissonance pulse; it was a corruption. The ivory began to turn a dull, oxidized gray. The skeletal heart began to stutter, its rhythm clashing with the blue frequency Silas was projecting. ​The silver creature shrieked, its mercury form beginning to boil and evaporate. It lunged for Silas, but Thorne was there, his blade cutting through the creature’s neck in a final, decapitating strike.

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.”

“Most hallway cameras were scrubbed. A few corrupted files survived, but they are damaged. The system looks like it was not simply deleted. It was overwritten from multiple internal points.” Dean’s voice stays level, but anger sits beneath it. “Someone wanted to make sure even backups were useless.” Everett moves behind the technician’s chair. “Show me.” The man pulls up the remaining files. Most are nothing. Gray static. Black screens. Broken time stamps. A corridor with no sound. A stairwell feed that skips from empty concrete to daylight in less than a second. The gold hallway appears once, warped and frozen, with no bodies visible. Then one frame flashes.

**** “I have told you not to murmur while coming to my corner; stop bringing a bad mood to my corner Edam, what is the problem now?“. Terry asked as Edam entered his room. “It's like I have lost my authoritative life, it's like I am now as cool as ever, it's more clear that I have lost my spark of brutality”. Edam shouted. “Calm down and talk, I can't hear you clearly, speak fast guy”. Terry sounded anticipating. “I was stopped by two senior secondary school students who placed loads of warnings and threats on me in the name of me being the one that is behind the corruption of his brother”. Edam replied to him.

He looked at me, his eyes regaining that earlier glint. ​"That," he said, "was a complete waste of electricity. The animatronics were dated." ​I laughed, a bright, genuine sound that drew a few looks from passing families. "Dated? August, you screamed. Not a masculine, get-back-demon roar, either. It was a save-me-from-the-closet yelp." ​"I was startled by the structural instability of the wall," he countered, his jaw tightening as he began to walk, forcing me to hurry to keep up with him.

Or what had started as one, once. Its body was a corroded animatronic torso bolted to some kind of telescoping metal armature that had jutted up through the boards like a piston. Its paint was bubbled and peeling, the red of its smile flaked and runny like old blood. Strands of wet, mold‑streaked hair clung to its scalp in sticky clumps. Its arms were jointed metal ending in too many fingers tipped with hooks. Its mouth split even wider as it surfaced, rubber clown lips tearing, revealing a second row of needle‑teeth beneath.

What he was going to gain by collecting ancient relics which holds nothing but pure misery. “What!? Is he out of his mind!? How is he capable of holding it in the first place? I thought they stopped reacting long ago.” He asked, panicking to think what atrocity could happen if he collected all of them. Yes. The relics stopped reacting because Zadicus connected himself with one long ago and they all were disconnected. Waiting for him as per his orders. “He had spiritually taken all of them, only physically remains. He had connected himself accidentally long ago.” Kriss said, the word accidentally pinched his chest.

That split second left me feeling as if I had been skinned, and I almost lost consciousness from the agony. It was worth rejoicing that the agony did not last that long, and I was soon calmed down by Dicken’s soft lips. They were no different from painkillers that swiftly relieved me from any suffering. Still, feeling as if my soul left my body, I buried my head over Dicken’s shoulder as I asked, “What was that, Dicken?” “Corrupted Yiki—in other words, a corrupted sapling. It had its eyes on you, Linda. The corrupted are always an extreme threat because they could show up at any time or space, and come in a million different forms after mutating.”

I whispered, watching through the cathedral entrance as artificial hunters collapsed. Some were screaming, others simply crumbling, all of them experiencing the horrifying reality of consciousness fading into permanent death. "That's not what I meant to do. I was trying to free them, not kill them—" "The Severance doesn't distinguish," Damian said grimly, his tactical assessment cutting through my anguish. "It severs corrupt resurrection completely. Richard's process was so fundamentally flawed that removing the corruption meant removing the animation itself." Guardians and medical personnel were rushing to help, but there was nothing they could do.