[Rexodus]

What is a Makoatl?
A Makoatl is a terrestrial shark-dragon hybrid recently discovered
off the coast of the Greenland sea. They have the powerful tail
and jaws of a shark, with the body and (occasional) horns of a dragon.
They usually have manes, and are covered in thick coats of fur-
adapted to keeping out the cold in their native habitat.
They live on a diet of mainly meat and fish, and are known to be vicious
hunters! Despite this attitude toward their prey, however, they
are very protective and mothering to their offspring,
as well as to each other the majority of the time.

So! The first in the FNAF Makos!

Are you ready for Freddy?
I sure as hell hope so! <3



For Freddy, it'll be a short competition and simple competition.

END DATE: 14th of January! <3

Since we all know that Freddy is the main singer of the band and so, I want you to tell me his favourite children's song!
Prettying up and extra's are allowed <3

Code: Select all

Username:
Name:
Gender:
Favourite Children's Song:

[quitting,,]

to reserve or to not reserve.. Because he is beautiful |D

[rem sleep]

mark

[corrosive_limes]

Heheheh...hehehe...

Username: corrosive_limes
Name: Freddy
Gender: Male
Favourite Children's Song: Kookaburra and the Toreader March.


Might add more.

[huskyhiccups]

Username: kootra
Name: Freddy
Gender: Male
Favourite Children's Song: Ring Around the Rosie

[dogish]

Username:
Name:
Gender:
Favourite Children's Song:

[coradrawa]

Little child, be not afraid

Username:

Coradrawa

Gender:

Male

Name:

Freddy

Though Storm Clouds Mask Your Beloved Moon

Favourite Children's Song:

I think this song is quite sweet and pretty lullaby <3

And it's candlelight beams,still keep pleasant dreams

I Question It All

(They are humanoid makos in this :3 So they have tails and ears of a mako XD)
Freddy stared from the dark corner of the classroom, hiding away from other children. He was wearing his trade mark top hat but he was nervous...why? The other children judged him. And he didn't know why. Was it because he acted to polite? Because of how he looked?
Freddy didn't know. He shut his eyes as he blocked out the sound of the other children around him. He thought about the lullaby his mother used to sing him...before she died.
The song played in his head as he muttered parts of the song. " The same rain that draws you near me... " he muttered in a small song voice. " In the mmoorrnniinngg "
Suddenly he felt someone tap his shoulder. Freddy nervously opened his eyes to look at a unfamiliar face. " What are you singing? " The boy asked. The boy seemed to be dressed as an elf...which Freddy found a little odd.
" A-A lullaby... " Freddy said, a bit surprised someone was talking to him.
" It's really nice! " the boy said, grinning. " Oh hey! My name's Taris! What's yours?! " the boy then added excitedly.
" Freddy " the other boy replied.
" Nice name...Fred Bear! " Taris said, giggling at his nickname he created for Freddy.
" Fred...Bear? " Freddy questioned.
" Well, I make nicknames for people " Taris said, shrugging.
" Why? " Freddy asked.
" Why not? It's fun aanndd you might discover a nickname someone else REALLY likes! " Taris gleamed happily.
Freddy couldn't help but smile at the other boy's up-beat attitude...even if the nickname was weird.
" Also...why are you in a corner by yourself? You should be having FUN and not be BORED! " Taris said with a scrunched up face, making him look a bit funny.
Freddy couldn't hold in his laughter at the other boy's face. Taris looked confused before grinning and joining in Freddy's deep laughter.
" You laughed! You laughed! I win! " Taris gleamed happily.
" Win what? " Freddy said, finally stopped laughing.
" Making you my friend! " Taris replied in a 'matter of fact' voice. " If you laugh or smile at one of my jokes, face or anything. Your my friend! "
Freddy stared at Taris in shocked. " F-friend?! " he choked out. " B-but...I-I- "
" Yes, friend " Taris interrupted. " Why wouldn't I want to be your friend? You act all posh AND you have a really really nice singing voice! "
The connversation between Taris and Freddy went along like this for a while before school was over. Taris waited with Freddy in the classroom while they waited for someone to pick them up. Suddenly a human girl pushed the door open, her face brightening up when she spotted Taris.
" Tarieeee! " She squealed happily, running over to the humanoid mako as she pulled him into a hug. Instantly Taris let out a purr from habit as he nuzzled his head into the girl's hug. " Time to go home Tarie! Muma said she's making spaghetti today! YUM! "Taris nodded before waving a goodbye to Freddy and leaving, Freddy waving back with a smile on his face.
My first friend...why ever knew someone would want to be friends with me? Freddy thought before his father came and took him home.

(Taris is my first Mako and this is before the little girl died! So the girl who cared for him is the one calling him 'Tarie' and hugging him!)

I am here tonight

[major pb]

Username: train.
Name: Fredrick Fazbear
Gender: Male
Favourite Children's Song: Fred's favorite song is a classic ; Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.

[wampiree]

Username:
Wampiree, nice to meet you
Name:
Freddy (duh xD)
Gender:
Male
Favourite Children's Song:
London bridge is falling down

[Dr. Paine]

i'm so sorry i don't know how wanting to add a couple extras turned into this behemoth

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name: Winnifred Fazbear
(goes strictly by nickname)
nickname(s): Freddy
age: 24 (adult)
sex: Sexless
gender: Demigirl (somewhat female
mostly agender identity
She/her or they/them)
birthday: February 13th
number: # 246

Family:
Mate: N/A
Children: N/A
In-laws: N/A
friends: Torvus, Stellaluna
Morgan, Merrigold
physical traits:
-Custom Lines
-Animatronic
-Unbreedable
-Small, rounded ears
-Rounded dorsal fin
-No 'heart', but has a clock
-Voice box sometimes goes static
-Joints are in need of repair
but moves fairly well regardless



hex codes: #832C10#804213
#C07B30#669EAB#0C0C0C

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sexuality: Asexual
Panromantic
tropes:
Beary Friendly
The Leader
Artificial Brilliance
Nice Hat
Creepy Good
Forgiven but not Forgotten
voice claim: 'True': Tricia Helfer (via EDI)
'Stage': Kristen Schaal

Items:
Hat
Bow Tie
Microphone
Various candies

favorites:
food: Pizza
dessert: Cherry Starburst
holiday: Birthdays!
color: Red
song: My Grandfather's Clock
books:
Scary Stories To Tell in the Dark
Skeleton Crew
The Black Cat
show: The Haunting Hour
game: Pac-Man
place: Anywhere with pizza
animals: Bears
Rabbits
Foxes
Chickens
Owls
mythical creature: Wulver
instrument: clocks Harp
quote: "Tick-tock, tick-tock"
genre: Horror

dislkes:
-Isolation
-Being forgotten
-Injury
-Silence
-Others singing over her
-Not enough snacks and sweets

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pets: Dreamy Dog
Occupation: Lead Singer of
the Fazbear Band
Residence: Unknown

hobbies: Fashion
Urban exploration
Finding lost things

♪

code by: Commander Shepard

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only тнe clocĸ
goιng ғorever 'тιcĸ тocĸ'

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Ready for Freddy?
"Hello? Hello hello, hey! Alright, I... well, I'm not really important. Just kind of a night watch around the place, but you don't need to worry. I know, a lot of people say this job's cursed, the animatronics here will try cramming you into a suit or something like that, but that's not it, honest! I've been here for over a month, and it would have really helped the odds of anyone who had gotten hurt if they'd just tried to sit and talk. I... okay, I haven't talked so much with the others, but Freddy here? Once you get the right song going, she calms right down and is perfectly open to talking! She knows no one would believe her if she said it herself, but... well, hopefully I can get her story out."

"She was an experiment, perfectly benign in intention. Makos, in that area, were virtually unknown-- indeed, thought to be extinct! So the team decided to try two projects at once-- an animatronic almost indistinguishable from the living, and... well, could they create a Mako? The answer was a resounding 'yes'. The resulting creation-- Winnifred, they'd called her, after the project leader-- performed flawlessly. She could eat and drink, her internal mechanisms processing it for power when electrical means weren't available; she could speak and move... though it was noted her joints weren't truly refined enough, making each step just a bit too heavy, a bit too jerking, but nothing that would be cause for concern. Now, Winnifred looked and acted lively enough, but... well, she was still a machine. The group decided she was better suited for something that'd let her meet lots of people and have fun, so they did a quick re-program and donated her to a local, state-of-the-art dining facility that was looking for a unique centerpiece to their animatronic band. She performed dutifully for many years, not the slightest blip or glitch recorded... but on that stage, as time wore on...

Well, the team didn't realize just how much they had put into Winnifred's brain. It was able to adapt, to grow and learn and change. Now, this wasn't actually a bad thing, what on earth would give you that idea? No, it only ever led to one... notable incident..."

The ever-present chatter in the diner grew hushed, broken only occasionally by a whining child or the dings and whirling whistles of a game further back. Most patrons had gathered in the showroom, eagerly awaiting the next scheduled show by the animatronic crew-- all funny sorts of creatures, all looking somewhere between a shark and dragon, with other animals mixed in. At the lead was the one, the only...

"Aww, I think Winnifred's a little tired today!" one of the other bandmates called as the curtain came up. "Can you help wake her up, kids?"

"Wake up, Winnifred!" came the echoing voice of all the patrons, even the parents often joined in. As usual, droning snores were the only answer, though a ripple of unease passed through some of the adults (mostly staff) when they noticed the mako's eyes were open... that wasn't supposed to happen after the first call.

"I guess Winnifred had too much pizza last night, how about you try it again?" another bandmate called.

"Wake up!" the crowd called again. As expected, the mako jerked her head up, looking around and blinking several times.

"I slept through the show again?" she said, her voice bubbly and pleasant as always... though perhaps a little staticy.

Many of the children present giggled at the joke. "The show can't start without you!" they responded.

"Oh! Silly me, of course!" the mako replied in a giggling tone, though the crackling only became more apparent. "Before we start though, there's something I'd like to ask all of you?"

Almost all of the adults froze at that, and even many of the children looked... unnerved. Her voice was still calm and sweet, but... it seemed just the slightest bit different, a little less... mechanical, despite the static; lower and less laughing.

"I don't really like being called Winnifred. Do you think you could all call me Freddy instead? I like Freddy!"

Silence. Even the other animatronics were still. The mako's eyelids drooped some, the mouth going slightly slack-- not much, but just enough to give her a look of... worry, almost.

But she resumed her smiling expression as a loud cheer came up-- "Hi, Freddy!" all the kids said.

"Thanks for waiting! Now, it's time for the show!"

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Backstage
Okay, perhaps I wasn't... entirely truthful back there. That was the first real incident, but it wasn't the one that got the most attention. Most people thought it was just a stunt by the owners, they were already going through a bit of a rebranding, 'Freddy's Funland' sounded much better than 'Winnifred's...' I can't even remember what the old place was called! I'm sure Freddy does, but she doesn't like talking about it. Can't blame her, poor old girl almost got scrapped for good. How? Well... like I said, her brain kept... evolving. Changing and learning and growing. The Funland staff figured this out pretty quick, and rather than do the smart thing and report it back to the team that created her, they just decided to tout the fact as an attraction. 'Come meet Freddy', all the commercials said. 'Different conversations every day, and she'll remember repeat customers!' Which wasn't a lie, but you know they were just playing that up to get more business. They even let Freddy off the stage in between shows, once it was clear she could move around well, and... well..."

She did not like this 'Marion'. Marion and her family were one of the most steady customers, coming in at least twice a week. They were fairly well off it seemed, and... well, she had met plenty of kind, or at least decent, rich folks... but Marion wasn't one of them. She was a rude girl, spoiled, always gossiping in the corner with her few friends when less fortunate sorts came in for a party.

Freddy was already on alert that afternoon, having seen the girl around, but she tried not to let it get to her. She had a job today after all, a pair of twins were having a party!

"Hello hello kids!" Freddy cheered from the stage. The kids cheered in return, the birthday children especially happy (and they seemed familiar, she'd seen them looking in from the sidewalk many times before). A trapdoor on the stage opened, and a small bucket of tokens popped up. Another cheer rose, growing even louder when Freddy took her first heavy steps off her usual area, picked up the bucket in her mouth and moved out to the party room.

"Congratulations on your happy day!" she said, the recorded lines slightly muffled. "I am d-delighted to personally give you this gift from the entire Fazbear band! We hope you'll have a lot of luck today, and the rest of your year!"

She really did hope they'd be lucky-- the presents were few and small, and though well-kept, the clothes definitely seemed second-hand, she wondered how long the family must have had to save to have this party. But the smiles and squeals of delight were worth it, and she sang along as the cake was brought out by the rest of the staff.

Freddy began a walk around the building now-- a new thing they wanted to test, and of course, she had to comply. But she would've gone along with it either way, being up on that stage was so boring! She exchanged the usual pleasantries with others, sometimes striking up a small conversation with familiar patrons. She was in the middle of one when something caught her eye, just barely in her line of sight. She turned her head, a crackling hiss coming from her voice box when she saw what was going on. The twins from before looked downright miserable, and not too far off was Marion and her crew, holding a familiar bucket.

"You give that back right now!" Freddy said-- screeched rather, the words only just audible among the crackle and whine of static. That alone did the job, Marion jumping and dropping the bucket to the floor, the clatter of coins drowned out by a number of frightened shrieks and several words she knew were not allowed around kids.

A few mechanics burst out into the showroom, giving some hasty excuse as they lifted Freddy and took her back into the maintenance area. She was shut down then... or at least, so they thought.

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On With The Show!
"Well, I wouldn't say things exactly went... downhill then, but they didn't go great. A lot of the kids got freaked, business slowed down, all that kind of thing. Now, me? Ha, I... I was actually there when it happened, it was my birthday. Freddy was just trying to help, but all management knew was that she spoke on her own too much, and there was no sense running the risk of another incident like that. Things never got quite as good after that, and... well, a slightly... I can't really say seedier, but not quite so good crowd started showing up? Teenagers and college age mostly, people (heh, I use this term loosely, I mean there's so much more than humans out there!) with lots of stress, time and mischief. That's when they started hiring night guards, because there were a lot of rumors going around about what was lurking in the back, or that you could hack into the band and record some nasty lines. That one... actually did happen. A few times. Like I said, that's why they started bringing on night guards..."

"You think this is okay?"
"Yeah, yeah it's fine, okay? My brother works here, I've got a key, don't freak out. It's not like we're actually breaking in or anything."

Voices.

Even locked away in the dark, she could always hear.

How long had it been? Years, minimum... three or so? No, no, it had to be longer than that. Five, maybe ten, maybe even longer still... but she'd never been truly 'off'. Weak? Oh yes. But sometimes she'd manage to find a scrap or two of food or a chance to charge, and that had been enough to leave her... dormant, rather than dead. She never truly slept, never dreamed, but she could easily get lost in the almost daily haze of voices... or when night fell, the constant tick-tock of the clock in her chest, echoing far too loudly in the cramped little room.

"Geez... y'know, I came to this place a lot when I was a kid. Can't believe it's changed so much..."

"I know, right? They've never changed buildings though, they just blocked off a bunch of the old place, I think they're still hoping to reopen it all one day."

"Yeah, like that'll happen, they really think they'll live down that whole 'rogue robot biting off a kid's hand' thing?"

Biting off a kid's hand? That spurred Freddy to alertness, she... had vague memories, actually. From a period where her power was incredibly low, nothing had been recorded properly then, but she thought... something had happened. Other animatronics that went... like her. One could have very well injured someone. But she couldn't be sure.

"He.. hey, hey, get over here, look what I found!" one of the voices called, much nearer now. "Maintenance, there's got to be something cool in here. Hey, maybe the band's there... you know computers, right?"

[i]"Yeah, but--"

"But nothing! Come on, we could mess around with them a bit. S'not like kids come here any more anyway. Just put a new song or two in 'em, that's all."

The door opened, and for a moment Freddy could register nothing but blinding light, something that made her give a garbled static cry-- lights on meant curtains up meant showtime, right?

"W... did that thing just make noise?"

"He-ll-o everyone!" Freddy said. Her voice still fritzed some, from disuse over anything else; the pre-recorded lines coming out in their usual bubbly brightness. "Oh we've got so so much to do today, and we've got so many songs to- to- to-"

"Aw... geez, it's just Winnifred," one of the intruders laughed.

"Didn't it get changed to Freddy?"

"Yeah, but I always saw her back when she was Winnifred, that's what she is to me. Especially this one, remember? They tore down all those old ones..."

The chatter continued. Freddy was silent, though not still. Her reserves were limited, but with the door open, there was always food, or maybe an outlet. She tested her motors, her ears wiggling, legs shifting, tail taking up a slow, swinging motion.

"I'd much rather be called Freddy," she finally said, snapping her head up to look at the intruders. "And y-y-you are not au-authorized to be here."

One jumped, sending a few spare parts clattering to the ground in their haste to retreat. The other just seemed to freeze on the spot, just for a moment or two before raising the flashlight they held and bringing it down, hard, on Freddy's head. Her hat went askew, a visible dent appearing on the casing, but she stepped forward all the same.

"I do not appreciate being struck," she said in a crackling voice.

There was a metallic crunch, followed by a scream. Surveillance cameras yielded nothing, the incident took place in a blind spot. No incident report was filed, but these facts eventually became known all over town:

A young woman was admitted to the hospital a night later with a badly injured right hand, and injuries consistent with being stepped on or crushed by something large and heavy. Freddy was found... 'awake' for lack of a better word, and with a bloody handprint on her leg that had never been there before.

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Downtime
"No one was ever able to prove Freddy actually did anything. Aside from the handprint, there wasn't any... y'know, any blood or anything else on her, not on the teeth like you'd expect. Now, I also have no idea what could have happened, but that's not my job. Nah, I'm here to make sure no one else gets in at night. And that no one gets... out. And that everyone's well fed. It's not too hard. You just have to be... alert, is all."

"...tick-tock tick-tock,
"His life's seconds numbering
"Tick-tock, tick-tock
"It stop'd short, never to go again..."

Freddy hummed the refrain to herself as she walked, tail swinging in time with each 'tick-tock'. It was the first song she'd ever sung, one that had quickly been pulled from rotation after her debut, something about being 'too morbid' for the kids... even though it was a children's song, it was responsible for grandfather clocks even being called that! Ah well, they didn't control what she did on her downtime... and the newest guard seemed to enjoy the song.

It had been... tricky, the first few folks who came through. An upstart little Kiamara who thought she and the others were brutes who ought to just be kept locked up in the closet... she'd dealt with that pretty quickly, and with no lasting harm to him. The next had just been inattentive, falling asleep even, Freddy had been forced to take matters into her own paws, as it were, when some vandals had broken in. Just a lot of screaming, maybe a headbutt, but nothing dangerous.

Management had tried to shut her down each time, but... well, that was the funny thing. However she'd been made, she'd been made... impossible to truly turn off. Plus, getting to roam at night helped keep her joints from locking up too badly, cutting repairs down by quite a bit.

Now, the newest night staff? She liked the girl. Merrigold was her name, and she certainly wasn't human, but she was nice enough all the same. A patchwork beast with a few too many eyes and a love of sweets... something they'd found they'd shared.

A slight movement caught Freddy's eye, and she turned her grinning face up to meet the camera, simply staring for a few moments until the light went dead. It was... sort of a game they'd made, Freddy and Merrigold, something like freeze tag and hide and seek to pass the long nights when nothing else was going on. If Freddy was being watched, she had to stay put until the camera went dead and she could move on to somewhere else, the ultimate goal being to get to the security booth.

The mako laughed to herself as she walked, the sound echoing eerily though the empty halls, it didn't sound like anyone or anything else was around tonight. Which... well. Back in the dark days of being locked in the maintenance room... she would have been frightened. Being alone for so long, forgotten but unable to shut her mind off, just listening to the constant ticking and creaks and groans of the building, who wouldn't be? Ninety years without slumbering made for a nice song, but a terrifying reality, so... really, the guard was a blessing. Even if she couldn't perform again, they didn't want to get rid of her, and she'd heard talks of them wanting to reintroduce the original Freddy back to audiences...

Freddy froze in the shadows as the camera light went on, then blinked off a moment later, Merrigold must have not been able to see her that time. The security room was just a couple yards away, she could see the flickering monitors. She sang again, though this time the song was a music box recording she had on file, soft and relaxing... so it was all the more amusing to see the patchwork monster jump in her seat, scrambling for the door but it was too late--

Freddy pounced with a loud mechanical shout, pinning Merrigold to the ground.

"Augh... come on, I was at the door that time!" Merrigold grumbled, dusting herself off as Freddy backed off with a laugh.

"Not fast enough though," Freddy grinned. "You have any pizza? I need a boost."

"Yeah, yeah, geez," Merrigold said, rolling all three of her eyes. "Beat me up and steal my food, this is the thanks I get for keeping you safe."

Freddy chuckled again, gulping down a slice of pizza-- she could only get a faint taste, but she enjoyed eating over just plugging herself into an outlet, it felt... just a little nicer. Like she was a real being, not just some machine to be programmed and put to work, as management had been forced to finally acknowledge.

She was sure there would be some fallout sooner or later. But for now, she just let herself enjoy herself and have fun... however oddly that fun might be found.




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♫ мυsιc ♫
(Blanket content warning on all-- not filling in for this competition since only one song was asked for)

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