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Post by springtrap on Jul 16, 2017 19:30:21 GMT
Springtrap looked over the diamond horse at the offer from her owner for a lift. ... There was no way in hell he was going to be able to get up there. Not enough joint movement to climb. So although it would be faster to get a lift he couldn't.
"Hmm, might as well get the head start I need."
Without another word or attempt at hand gesturing what he's said to anyone that could hear his voice, he started off towards the corridor leading out to go find the apartment that matched his keys. Going at his usual and top speed. A calm walking pace. ... As painfully slow as this was he couldn't go any quicker so better to get started walking sooner rather than later.
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Post by springtrap on Jul 9, 2017 18:56:51 GMT
Springtrap pricked up his ears to listen to the announcement. Tilting his head a bit in curiosity.
"Huh, not that I really need an apartment but ok, I'll play ball."
He patted himself down to search for his keys. It was a bit more of a difficult task seeing as he didn't have proper pockets. But he did find them in about the area that a pocket would normally be. Having to pull them free from inside that segment of his body and quickly get any mess from in him off them. Once the keys were clean he looked them over for his apartment number.
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Post by springtrap on Jul 4, 2017 22:28:25 GMT
If it was possible for him to look cheerful when he was stuck as a tattered machine then he would be at the moment. Another person willing to talk to him rather than screaming and running for the nearest exit. That was nice. He probably didn't deserve it considering why those screaming poeple had been running from him but he was going to enjoy this anyway. Might as well. It wasn't as he or anyone else was going anywhere. He snorted when the ink thing that had nearly sliced his leg ran head first into the pony. Yep, that one had to hurt. He gave Nancy a thumbs up then briefly took a moment to observe the...horned person clinging the ceiling. ... Ok so that was a thing now. Bored of that he returned to listening in on the talking around him and in the rest of the room.
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Post by springtrap on Jun 19, 2017 12:25:26 GMT
He twitched his ears at Nancy's question and silently chuckled. His jaws clicking with every small movement they made. Lose bits audibly shaking inside him with the movements of his chest and shoulders. Raising his hand as an answer to her and signing.
'Looks like what I'd call home when I was living at least.'
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Post by springtrap on Jun 17, 2017 16:51:31 GMT
Springtrap pricked up his ears with a mechanical whirr at the new voice in the room. Distracted from his confused musing about where he was and how he could be here. Causing the sounds of grinding gears as he turned his head to Frank as he listened. ... Well it looked like he wasn't the quiet type in here. Who knew.
He had to lift a leg to aviod the...short melted horned and tailed person in a suit?...from running into it. Spring was in a bad enough state already and not in any mood to get any worse via gooey claws. Doing so slowly and lowering his foot to the floor again as soon as he could to aviod unbalancing and falling over.
He quietly scoffed and muttered himself. Not fearing being heard when only one so far actually could.
"That's true enough.... Maybe this place will be an improvement with all the good being on earth ever did me...."
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Post by springtrap on Jun 14, 2017 13:45:37 GMT
Oh, at hearing that he blinked with a few mechanical clicks and lowered his hands. That made things easier. Much easier. Less stiffness to have to deal with. Going back to standing there still. Tilting his head a bit and raising an ear at the pose MTT struck. Straightening up again before talking back.
"Yeah I'm a ghost, and what's left of my meat cage from when I was living, and this bot I got stuck in. ... It's a complicated and gory mess of events. You've got a point though, your body is in much better shape than mine."
His ears pricked up when he heard Nancy say the most likely date.
"....But it looks like someone at least knows something about this place. .... '85...but it can't be '85. It's not right. It's been ages since then. Heck, I was actually alive then. What the hell...?"
As he spoke more and more he was less talking to Mettaton and more trying to make sense of what he'd just heard by thinking out loud. ... It...it just couldn't be 1985. That was before the bite of '87 and he sure as heck died after that and has been dead a while. It COULDN'T be that era. .... Right?
His ears twitched as he thought and tried to make sense of what he had heard. Not getting far with it.
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Post by springtrap on Jun 12, 2017 17:04:09 GMT
Springtrap turned his head to Mettaton and the cameras of his eyes changed focus to properly see him. Causing a series of various worn whirrs and clicks. There was no telling whether this robot would be able to 'hear' him, the others he knew would, but then they were also haunted. So he went for the secure option. His ghost speaking but also signing what he was saying with his hands. His hands surprisingly able to move with all the strained and stiff sounds coming from them with the movement of every joint they had.
"No idea if you speak ghost or sign, but hey, here goes. No I don't have a clue where we are other than it's a mall. That's far from a normal one all things considered pretty much everywhere."
At 'everywhere' he gestured with one hand to himself, Mettamon, and everyone else.
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Post by springtrap on Jun 11, 2017 20:35:09 GMT
Far from everyone else, the worse for wear robot was lifeless and slumped in the corner. His ears slumped to the point that the whole one was completely covering the eye below it. Both eyes were dark the light unlit. ... But only for a few more moments. With a few sparking sounds as sparks jumped from his exposed wires, and a bit of jerking as if electrocuted, he just....turned on. Which shouldn't be possible of a machine of his type. He sat up a bit. Just enough to lift his head and get his ears out of his eyes. Causing whirring sounds as he moved his head to look around at the room with eyes lit up like lamps.
....A mall? An honest to god mall? Seriously? And just like he remembered them to be? But that couldn't be possible. Surely things would have changed in 50 years.
The rabbit themed machine got up but stayed in the corner. His movements causing more sounds of whirring and the sounds of straining metal as his stiff mechanics worked at their hardest just to do something as simple as this. Observing the room and those in it. .... Well with how far from normal some of them were this sure wasn't a normal mall. That much was clear. Being unable to speak and well aware of how terrifying others found him, he continued to just stand in the corner and watch, keeping to himself unless anyone would prove brave enough to give him a reason to interact with them.
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Post by springtrap on May 30, 2017 16:26:45 GMT
Store Name: Springs and Sprockets
Store Type: Tech repair
Owner: Springtrap
Brief Description: A shop where you can bring over any broken technology or gadgets for repair or get someone to come fix anything that's too big to move. Also purchase small things such as batteries and torches.
Jobs Available: Translator (someone to speak for Spring...): one place available, required to know sign language/morse code/both of those. Assistants: any (dependent on demand), required to have at least some knowledge of technology and machinery (and be able to stand being around Spring...).
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Post by springtrap on May 27, 2017 19:55:30 GMT
App completed. c:
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Post by springtrap on May 27, 2017 19:54:36 GMT
Character Name: Springtrap Fandom/ Original Character: Five Nights At Freddy's
Nickname(s)/ Alias: Springtrap Birthday: 2nd March
Age: Exact age unknown, 90-100
Gender: Male
Species: Haunted robot
Canonical Job: Horror attraction
Personality: Having been through so much makes very little able to bother him at all. Even very dark topics such as murder are neutral and unimportant to him. He holds very little far for anything to the point where he doesn't even fear death or being destroyed, for the obvious reason of already being dead, although that does not mean he doesn't want to exist and avoids getting any more damage than he already has. His morals could use a serious improvement and he is aware of it but simply does not care. Seeing no point in changing himself again when it's clear he won't get any better. As a killer he does have a need to kill but is restrained by several rules, robotic code and his own personal preferences. So is far safer to be around than you might first think. When provoked he is highly aggressive and will very quickly take the make the most drastic response unless given very good reason not too. Weirdly enough, he is honest to an extreme fault and speaks incredibly freely about his previous personalities (what he can remember of them at least) and his very long criminal history, with the same kind of ease that someone might talk about recent sports with. Seeing no point in hiding his nature when it is already very clear to see anyway. Even though he is a killer he does have an extremely protective side to him, especially focused on any person under the age of 18, who he does not see as a target. And harming poeple of this age group around him is an instant way to seriously piss him off. In a way that is very unlikely to be survivable.
Powers: Being a ghost in a robot bunny suit Weaknesses: Water, and pretty much anything that can harm electronics, especially when said electronics and robotics are damaged with exposed and vulnerable wiring. Scavenging animals, his dead human body is trapped with his robot one, to scavengers he is essentially a meal in a can. Slow pace, age related damage has stiffened most of his joints, lowering his flexibility and making it impossible for him to go any faster than a calm walk. Mute, sound box manage makes it impossible for him to make any sounds beyond robotic animal-like sounds, he can not speak a single word. Old technology, the sheer age of his body makes it's functions unreliable, there is always something he's having to try and fix including limits to his battery. Anything that can combat the supernatural, well he's a ghost so this one was obvious. Code modes, when is coding activates certain modes such as the defence mode he slips into when children are threatened he has no memory or control of what he does until he snaps out of it. Strengths: Unkillable, because he's dead already, but that doesn't mean his body can't be destroyed. Robot strength, easily strong enough to lift most adults with ease and break bone without really trying, and further than that such has ripping parts off or out of poeple with only his hands. Robot durability, he's damaged but built to last, a building fire and 50 years of decay couldn't get rid of him, it takes a LOT to stop him. Unable to feel pain, no nerves no pain, but he can 'sense' the level of damage he has it just doesn't slow him down unless it's really bad. Knowledge of alternate communication methods, such as sign language and morse code, learned for ease of communicate with visitors/customers with disabilities such as deafness. Extensive knowledge of 80's technology and robotics. History: Although his time as Purple Guy is the most famous period of his history, he started as Mike, son of the man that invented the robotics used at the pizzeria chain. He gained his fathers love of robotics and worked at the chain. Repairing the bots and meeting and greeting the customers and their children, which is when he picked up his knowledge of sign language as he enjoyed being part of the family business and wanted to be as good an employee as possible. However, after the incident in which the Circus Baby animatronic killed his sister, causing his father to became heavily absorbed by his work as a distraction, he didn't want anything to do with the business anymore. Only returning to the original underground location where the most advanced of the robots were kept to get some answers a few years later when his father vanished. Only to discover the robots were sentient and murderous monsters that wanted escape after years of containment and torture. Mike, going by Eggs Benedict for his little undercover scout out, tried to help the robots out of pity of what his father had done to them. Only for them to hollow him out in the 'scooping room' and escape via Ennard wearing him like a second skin. The trauma of the experience essentially killed Mike by turning him into Purple Guy. A completely different personality largely influenced by Ennard's personality. With the underground location closed, Purple Guy returned to work at Fazbear's pizzeria, only for that to become Freddy's when the first off his murders were spotted by a child who was tormented for his fear of the building and killed in an incident caused by his own brother involving Spring Bonnie and Golden Freddy/Fazbear. The former of which was locked in storage where as the latter was turned into an ordinary wearable suit. Purple Guy used this suit to disguise himself as he went on to commit a string of murders that spanned through the pizzeria's expansion, collapse and reopening. Causing the animatronics to become haunted and kill the nightguards as they tried to get hold of him. They succeeded when the pizzeria closed for good and Purple Guy returned to the abandoned building to destroy them and cover up the evidence of what he'd done. Only to get forced into the Spring Bonnie suit and storage by the ghosts of his victims. The faulty springlock mechanism killed him. Creating Springtrap, a mixture of both previous personalities, the code of the robotics, and the trauma of being locked alone in a room with angry ghosts for 50 years. When discovered he was brought and made the star attraction of Fazbear's Fright where he continued his killings, but this time going after the night guards.Items in Pocket: None Item Taken From Home: His old wallet, by now aged and water damaged which has destroyed most of the photo id of him. |
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