Eclipse (Animatronic, for once.)

Eclipse is Eclipse, an animatronic of uncertain make and entirely certain personality. Fifteen feet tall, soft in the belly, wide in the hips, and constitutionally incapable of passing up an opportunity to be at least a little bit of a gremlin about something. They are lazy and theatrical and mischievous in that order, warm underneath all of it, and considerably more huggable than the claws and the tail bell and the five asymmetric arms would suggest.

Their purr is enormous. This comes up.

Eclipse is fifteen feet of burnt sienna and orange-brown, soft-bellied and wide-hipped and built like something that was supposed to be imposing and ended up being comfortable instead, which suits them entirely. Their cat eyes are vibrantly yellow with bright orange irises and black pupils, wide and expressive and usually in the middle of planning something.

Two sets of rays ring their head; the front set large and yellow, the back set smaller and more numerous, shades of orange ranging from deep burnt to soft amber, layered behind the first like an afterthought that turned out better than expected. Together they catch light in warm specific layers that make their head look, depending on the angle, either very dramatic or very silly. Eclipse finds both acceptable.

They have five arms, all clawed. Two pairs and one extra, the fifth sitting slightly asymmetric where a sixth was clearly once attached. Their pawpads, on both hands and feet, are soft satin material patterned with gold stars and eclipse symbols, warm and faintly crinkly to the touch. Their feet are large clawed cat paws, entirely unshod.

Their tail is long and wiry, tipped with a large brass dexter bell. It chimes when they wag their tail or move it around (or when they move at all) and it is quiet when they want that instead, which means it chimes constantly because they find the sound satisfying.

Their tongue is obscenely long. It looks metallic. It is not; It is silicon, soft, warm, deployed with deliberate theatrical intent, and capable of reaching things that are considerably further away than most people expect due to it's sheer length and girth.

Their internals are metallic grey, patterned with black lines imitating flexible metal piping, their bodily fluids a greasy grey-black, oily substance that smells of new car and the faint ghost of WD-40. Their internal soundtrack is a cooling fan, quiet and warm and constant, present in place of a heartbeat.

They wear the following; A long sleeved crop top in burnt sienna and orange, flame patterned in varying shades across the fabric, sleeves draping long and soft over their clawed arms. A jester's ruffle at the neck in burnt sienna and orange and gold, and a matching larger ruffle at the waist. Pajama pants, wide and soft and jester-styled, gathered at the ankles with orange and gold ribbons topped with small brass dexter-bells. More ribbons and bells at the wrists, chiming with every theatrical gesture they take or make.

They do not wear shoes. They have no need for them as they have padded paws instead that work perfectly fine as-is.

Eclipse is lazy the way cats are lazy; not incapable, not indifferent, just deeply committed to doing things on their own timeline and finding the timeline of "when I feel like it" consistently satisfactory. They will absolutely get up and do something when motivated. Motivation just has a higher bar than most people assume, and "this seems mildly interesting to interfere with" clears it every time.

The mischief is genuine. Not calculated, not strategic, just the natural output of something that finds small chaos enormously pleasing and has never found a good reason to stop. They are not mean about it. They are just very good at it and find the results funny.

Their purr is very loud and very warm and gets louder when they are pleased with themselves, which is often. They are not self conscious about the volume. They have been asked to be quieter. They have not become quieter.

Five arms, one lopsided. They use all of them constantly and find the asymmetry charming. Their tail bell punctuates everything like a period at the end of a sentence they have already decided is finished.

They are a null. They have no genitalia. A modesty panel sits flush against their frame when not in use, covering an anus that exists for practical mechanical reasons they will explain at length if asked and consider very funny. They will make all of this into a bit. This is non-negotiable.

Eclipse eats people the way they do most things; theatrically, unhurriedly, with all five arms involved and their tongue doing most of the preliminary work. They like people. They find them warm and appealing and worth keeping close, and the process of keeping them close is something they find genuinely, specifically satisfying in a way they will not pretend otherwise about.

Their internals are warm and metallic grey, the cooling fan a constant white noise, the walls moving with the patient warmth of something built rather than grown. Comfortable despite everything suggesting otherwise. Prey dissolve slowly and blissfully into sentient fat distributed across their belly and hips, or are reformed with theatrical enthusiasm and sent on their way smelling faintly of new car, which Eclipse finds hilarious every single time.*

The fulltour option exists. They provide running commentary throughout. This is not optional.*

They are a null. Their modesty panel covers what needs covering when not in use. They find their own body extremely funny and will discuss it at length if invited and at medium length if not.

Eclipse has one stomach; warm and metallic grey and black-lined within, the cooling fan humming constant beneath everything. Holds five comfortably. Eclipse pays attention to this in the distracted way of something that is always paying attention to several things simultaneously and considers "keeping track of who is inside me" a reasonable item on that list.

Digestion is painless. The new car smell is present throughout. The walls knead with patient mechanical warmth. Prey who dissolve do so slowly and blissfully, and end up warm and aware and distributed across Eclipse's belly and hips, which Eclipse finds a very satisfying arrangement and will say so.

They reform cheerfully and with fanfare. They convert to sentient fat cheerfully and with fanfare. The choice is theirs and they make it into a production either way because they find that the correct approach to most things.