"I GOTCHAAAAAAAA!" Ennard TF

You had just been hired to work as a technician at this new company you found, called Circus Baby's Entertainment and Rental. Though, when you came in for your first day, you were lead to a fairly empty room, with five other people, all seemingly having been hired for the same position as you. On the opposite wall to you, there were six doors, each one colored a different color, going from red, to pink, white, blue, and then orange. And, most likely on purpose, you had noticed that you, and everyone else, had been given colored wristbands correlating to the doors, with you having gotten a red wristband.

Suddenly, the PA system crackled to life and a buttery smooth voice begins speaking; "Hello there, new employees! Welcome to Circus Baby's Entertainment and Rental, and we hope you enjoy working here." The voice greets, catching the attention of everyone in the room, except for the cloaked figure in the corner, currently blasting heavy metal music through her phone and probably thinking she was all that. "But, unfortunately, we may have lied about the exact position you've been offered. While, yes, you have been hired, it's not to be technicians, janitors, or whatever we told you." The voice explains, finally making the figure put her hood down and pay more attention, looking just as confused as everyone else in the room. "Instead, we've recently lost a couple of our most important attractions, and you have been chosen to take their places! Don't worry, the process is quick and, mostly, painless." The voice concludes, as the sound of a little button being pressed rings out from the speaker, and an array of large meat grinders slam down from hidden panels lining the wall, along with large metal hands swinging down from the ceiling to accompany them.

"Oh, fuck this noise, I'm outta here!"

The figure exclaims, before pulling some sort of contraption with two weird, drill-faced creatures tied to the front, and hopping onto it. She then pulls out a whip and begins whipping the creatures while yelling as they quickly began drilling into the ground, and the figure soon disappeared down a deep, freshly dug hole. And before anyone could react or even follow, the hands swept you and the other four people and began shoving you all into the grinders. The churning of the machines and blood-curdling screams filled the room before suddenly silencing as you were processed through them.

After roughly a minute or two, each grinder methodically spat out each of your remains, shredded up and transformed into a couple piles of wires and mechanical eyes that were already being rolled away on conveyor belts, each former person moving towards their own respective doors. But, the hole recently dug by the figure shakes slightly, and she pops back out of it, heaving up a massive boulder and tossing it away and out of the hole, before slipping back into the hole. The almost comically large shockwave emitted by the boulder smashing into the ground conveniently threw all of you onto the same conveyor belt, and before anyone could correct the mistake, the much larger pile of wires disappeared through the door, and the process began.

As you were brought through the dark, loud production line behind the door, you felt large hands and other limbs poking and prodding at your wires, hidden by the darkness but still very much there. They were grabbing and shaping you into a vaguely humanoid form, also trying to attach plating and other accessories to you, but the fact that there were five people's worth of matter contained within in your body made it so nothing exactly fit, just shattering under the pressure the arms applied when trying to wrap them around your form, leaving your metallic form bare as you were finally spit out of the other side, everything blurring together after that.

You eventually found yourself, and the others inhabiting your shared body, standing before two workers, looking over you and seemingly trying to figure out what to do with you, all while you twitched and writhed in agony, the confused screaming and rambling constantly ringing through your head.

"You sure we can salvage this? I mean, who's gonna rent out a bundle of wires and eyes?"

One worker asked to the other, to which he held up a hand to wait for a moment, before turning to rummage through a box of spare parts and plating for the animatronics. He turns back to you and slaps on a white clown mask, even adding a little button to your chest for that little extra flair, before looking to his coworker for approval.

"...Ah, let's just throw it out, I'm sure more will come."

The first worker concludes, and you were promptly thrown out afterward, landing in a large pile of trash and garbage cans in and alleyway. When you eventually managed to right yourself, you realized that you seemed to mostly have control over the metallic monstrosity you were forced into, but you weren't sure if that would last, with how loud and incessant the voices of the others were growing, and you could even spot the eyes dotted around your body looking around frantically, without your input.