Corrupted Animatronic Novels & Stories

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.

“I’ve got it.” The anomaly was separating, peeling away from Reginald’s cells in layers. I could see it through the blue light, a dark, writhing mass that had been woven through his entire nervous system. The device was pulling it apart thread by thread, unraveling months of corruption in seconds. The black veins faded from luminescent to gray to pale white. The corruption marks receded, retreating from Reginald’s neck and shoulders back toward his chest. The anomaly was dying, its parasitic hold dissolving under the device’s precise assault.

I froze, the permanent link screaming in absolute terror as Dante’s digital form went completely rigid beside me. The creature turned its head, and through the fractured frequency, we didn't just find Arthur. The system had corrupted beyond repair—Arthur’s digital avatar was fused back-to-back with the glowing, crimson silhouette of Julian Moretti, their neural codes twisted together into a single, dual-headed monster that owned the final bypass.

"It's been here since you fell, and no matter how hard we try to chase it away, it won't even let us get close to it! I think it's showing remorse because it knows it did something wrong." Corinne turned and looked at Annie with a pensive gaze. "It's not its fault. Someone did something to it." Annie's eyes widened in confusion. "Someone did something to it? Do you mean to say that someone used it to harm you?" It was already dark by then, and Corinne did not offer any explanation to Annie. She merely turned around and glanced at everyone present there, until her attention was finally focused on Zeke's body. "Hey, you! Lend me your flashlight."

I didn’t understand why she hated him so much. “I heard you,” I said with a fake smile and refrained from adding that I didn’t care what Nico did or didn’t do with his time. I was fascinated with Nico, but I hated all the DeLuca brothers. Samson especially hated Nico because he had destroyed his life, and he had never forgotten about it. Those men destroyed everything they touched. That was how I knew that Nero would sooner or later sabotage himself when it came to Serena, and she would end up being tainted or destroyed just like everyone and everything that got too close to that family.

He was fighting his own house. Sarah’s body slumped, the web failing to hold her weight. Anji caught her, her skin freezing, the warmth of a heartbeat nearly gone. "Come on," he muttered, bracing her. "Targeting error! Warning!" the system screamed, the building’s PA speakers distorting the voice into a roar. "System corruption: High. Architect status: Hostile." The riser-wall tore open, mechanical claws protruding from the debris, swinging toward Anji with lethal intent.

When I breathed, the air didn't just move—it hummed with a frequency that made the nearby consoles spark and hiss. The Elena-ghost—the digital parasite wearing my mother’s malice and my stolen face—was huddled at my feet. She looked up at me, her silver form flickering like a failing holographic projection. For the first time in her artificial existence, she looked small. She looked like the ghost she actually was. "What... what have you done?" Elena whispered, her voice a glitching, multi-tonal rasp. She tried to reach for the manual override on the primary weapon console, her fingers trembling. "You've corrupted the baseline! You’ve turned the 'Masterpiece' into a monster!"