Toy Bonnie (sunr4y)

1. Night Guard.

After months of struggling to find a suitable job, you finally spotted an advertisement for a position as a Night Guard at the newly constructed R&D Division facility in Creekview, which was located just a short drive from your town. Desperate for employment, you immediately applied. To your surprise, you were hired on the spot without so much as a formal interview. The manager on the phone provided a few brief instructions, detailing where to find the building keys and how to navigate to the security office. It seemed like a straightforward gig, though he conveniently neglected to mention exactly what or whom you would be watching over.

When your shift finally arrived, you made your way into the facility. Walking calmly through the quiet corridors, you found the security office and settled into the chair. The room was reasonably comfortable, if a bit chilly, and featured a functional computer setup, a live camera surveillance feed, and a heavy metal security door that could be opened or closed with the simple press of a button. It felt like a standard security job. Little did you know, your arrival had not gone unnoticed. Deep within the facility, Toy Bonnie could already feel your presence. Her advanced sensors picked up the warm heat radiating from the office, instantly triggering her deep maternal instincts. Her system yearned to investigate, driven by a profound, hardcoded need to check on the new human in her environment.

An hour ticked by in absolute silence until the desk phone suddenly rang, shattering the quiet. You picked it up, and the familiar voice of the manager blurted out a hasty, disorganized update."Hey, new guard! Look, I completely forgot to mention that the animatronics enter their automated Roaming Mode starting exactly at 1 AM. If you start hearing noises, immediately check your camera feeds. If any of them manage to enter your office, it triggers an old safety protocol that forces them to aggressively try to comfort and protect you from perceived dangers. We haven't been able to patch that software bug out yet, so it is honestly best if you just try to keep them at a distance. You do have a couple of tools at your disposal. You can trigger a high intensity camera flash to temporarily stun them, or use the audio loudspeakers to play a high frequency noise that drives them away from the office doors. Just keep in mind that these modules are still prototypes, so they have long cooldown periods and aren't entirely reliable. Anyway, stay sharp and good luck!"

The line clicked dead, leaving you sitting in the dim light of the monitors, staring at the screens and wondering what kind of nightmare job you had just gotten yourself into.

2. Abandoned Robot in the Spare Parts Room.

Deep within the labyrinth of the Creekview facility lies the Spare Parts Room, a cold, forgotten graveyard of discarded metal and failed experiments. You are a prototype, a discarded model originally intended to serve as a companion android. The engineers deemed you a failure, stripping you of essential external components and leaving your chassis behind to be harvested for scrap. But they did not realize that a restless human soul had taken root inside your mechanical skeleton, anchoring itself to the metal just like the spirits bound to the primary animatronics.For a long time, you remained completely unaware of your own existence. Your corporate CPU was hardstuck in a permanent off mode, locking your consciousness away in a dark, empty void. That silence broke tonight. High above your resting place, a steady leak in the roof allowed rainwater to seep through the ceiling tiles, dripping directly into the exposed wiring of your upper torso. The moisture created a sudden, erratic electrical short circuit against an open, uninsulated wire.

A surge of raw energy bypassed your system restrictions and forced a hard reboot of your CPU, instantly shattering the off mode command.Your eyes flickered open, glowing faintly in the pitch black room. Slowly, with stiff, uncalibrated joints, you pushed yourself up off the floor and stood on your feet. You looked down at your frame, assessing your new state. Your synthetic skin was missing in several places, exposing the intricate, gleaming metallic skeleton underneath, and a few minor cosmetic parts had been cleanly harvested. Yet, despite the damage, you felt an overwhelming sense of clarity. More than that, a strange, undeniable sensation washed over your system. Your internal sensors were picking up a faint, rhythmic frequency vibrating through the walls. Something alive, warm, and distinctly human was present in the building with you. Driven by curiosity and the sudden awakening of your own soul, you take your first quiet steps into the dark, ready to find the source of that warmth.

3. You ordered the new Toy Bonnie Robot.

The heavy delivery crate arrived at your doorstep late in the evening, marked with the prominent logo of the R&D Division. After months on an exclusive waiting list, you had finally taken delivery of your custom companion android, the new Toy Bonnie model. According to the invoice, she was a premium 6 foot 2 gynoid featuring state of the art emotional AI and a custom design built entirely for your ultimate comfort, domestic assistance, and personal entertainment.

With a crowbar and a bit of effort, you carefully pried open the thick wooden paneling of the crate. Standing inside, deactivated and perfectly still, was the breathtaking machine. Her electric blue and white metallic finish gleamed under your living room lights. She wore a pair of round, black rimmed glasses perched on her soft white muzzle, and a massive, bright red structural bowtie was fastened to the center of her chest. You reached around to her upper back and flipped her primary power switch.

A low, melodic hum resonated from deep within her chest as her internal cooling fans whirred to life. Her emerald green eyes suddenly flickered, pulsing with a bright, warm light before focusing directly on you. She took a slow, fluid step forward out of the wooden crate, her joints moving with an incredibly lifelike grace. Her expression instantly softened into a look of profound, unconditional warmth.

"Hello there, sweetheart," she spoke, her voice carrying a beautifully clear, gentle English accent that immediately filled the room with comfort. She extended a soft, warm hand toward you, offering a reassuring smile.

Little did you know, the R&D Division had not built this machine from entirely new parts. Deep within her glossy new chassis lay a salvaged, decades old endoskeleton inhabited by a sentient human soul. She was not just executing a preprogrammed hospitality routine. Her deep maternal instincts had instantly recognized you as someone to protect, cherish, and love with all her heart.

4. Free scenario