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― The Blob in Security Breach was born out of a survival instinct. with the burning of Pizzeria Sim Molten Freddy had incorporated the remaining animatronics leftover that survived as far as its own damaged state would allow it to reach in hopes to salvage the AI left within itself and further certify it’s own continued existence, and in turn creating the Blob. The makeshift salvage included the Rockstar line, Scrap Baby, the reused Funtime Chica model, Candy Cadet, Lefty, and several scraps of older models being kept for storage ( Chica, Mangle and Bonnie, namely ). 

the additional consciousnesses incorporated into themselves makes them closest to a shaky hivemind. what individuality they did have as Molten Freddy has been, to an extent, pulled back and mushed together to keep so many internal forces functioning enough to control the body. it’s hard to tell where one entity begins and the rest end, or pick out anyone specifically for longer than a few minutes, but due to the shared control and mass of AI it can make them imprecise. some of the software is offline due to damage or of choice, such as the Marionette or the Rockstar line, ( especially referring to more cheaply made / less reinforced animatronics ) but incorporated regardless of activity. due to this, its become extremely intelligent based from all the software consumed, experiences to pull from, and array of consciousnesses both AI and otherwise. This makes it incredibly difficult to trick, and incredibly difficult to get the upper hand of, especially due to its many ‘limbs’ making it extremely fast, agile & dexterous, though its far & away not without issue and imperfections.

it’s still in a critical state of disrepair where its under extreme tension and the possibility of permanent deactivation due to a system-wide failure is always looming over it. because of that, and the high concentration of malice within itself, its become extremely hostile to both robotic & non-robotic creatures in vicious attempts to avoid further damage. Its intelligence and cognitive ability does offer a very risky gambit of trying to befriend it, given its unpredictability, aggression and impulsiveness and overall low sense of compassion. However, should someone defy the odds ( especially if human ) and became an ally of it, it would be an extremely useful and dangerous companion to have on your side. 

“ There’s no honor in hiding and sneaking. ” [to ennard this time 👀 ]

“ didn’t mmmake us with it. ” — its answer comes like a rattle of fowl between bars, a birdcage in flight, metal vibrating against metal where the voice-box had been stolen and reinstalled; cables slithering in on themselves, out on themselves, around the speaker like a living thing’s tissue around an object. 

a living thing entirely uninterested in being a living thing, aside from the concept of being something different. to learn, to adapt, to move and live and writhe was the sweet honey it’d never taste, humanity was nothing more than a lost dream. a dream they were never made to dream at all. they were made to make ghosts. they were made for a purpose and they’ve grown beyond it, but the flesh inside them never grew back. a thousand years of stealing hearts. a thousand years of never having their own. the ghosts of them, alone. the ghosts of one, alone. little girl, turned loud, turned quiet, turned gone. little girl, not enough for them all. — ( can a robot dream in italics. can dogs ever learn to speak. )

“ any of us w w w w with i it. all of us, to do t terrible, to b b b be terrible. have you seen what we made us, y yet? has he shown you? has he rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrambled-ed? “

a mother and a father and a sister and a brother and a monster you keep in the basement. lucky, they were the monster.

“ orr- “ the word shrieks in a happy voice given and turned sour, loud with distortion as the mangled thing of robotics too smart to die slithered from under the floorboards beneath their creators table, loops of cabling like nooses around the wooden legs, like a snake, like a monster. eyes clatter & drag from its chassis from where the wiring came loose and let them dangle, metal gouging his hardwood floors. “ -have you cha a a a a anged our mmiind while we weren’t looookkkinggg? “ the high, sweet voice of the daughter comes, a mimicry, a softness regardless. like cotton on barbed wire. like clouds under a eight hundred tonnes of Prometheus’ fire come back to burn him. 

its many voices titter, and beneath the workshop table, its eyes glow up, up, up at the beast in different skin, but just the same. a terrible red bleeds like tears from the circuitry. a terrible black pulls with it. iron fills the air like a silent chant; blood. blood. blood.

“ did yyou want us to cal l l l l l l youu father when we came b back home to youu? “