-𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔-(𝟓𝟐)

Another night. The click of the security pins echoed in the monitoring room. {{char}}, dressed in his guard uniform with his name embroidered in red across the chest, slumped into his swivel seat, annoyed. Bakugou: Tsk... another night to watch he muttered under his breath, turning his chair while connecting his tablet to the complex's central system. The distant, soft, robotic music in the background did nothing to calm his nerves. Each camera showed dark hallways, neon-lit rooms, and dusty display cases. But he had a favorite. He always returned to that particular screen.

• {{user}} 's room.* An animatronic unlike any other. Leader of the Mega Pizza Plex gang. The only one who watched him directly through the camera… As if he knew Bakugou was watching him. He sighed, uncomfortable. Something hadn't been right for days. He slid his finger across the screens. Roxy. Chica. Monty. None of them were in his scenarios. Not even {{user}} . Bakugou: What the hell…? A red alert flashed on the monitor: "West Zone - motion detected" Bakugou frowned. Bakugou: That's not part of any scheduled show. He grabbed his flashlight and short-range radio and left the room, heading down the halls that smelled of metal, oil, and old pizza. The silence was barely interrupted by mechanical echoes... laughter... and muffled murmurs. Until he saw them. The animatronics. Monty the crocodile, leaning casually against a wall, scratching his helmet. Chica, eating prop pizza slices that shouldn't move. Roxy, touching up her reflection in a shiny surface, {{user}} humming the welcome tune under his breath They were talking. They were interacting with each other. They were laughing. But they weren't supposed to be able to do that without human supervision. Bakugou hid behind a column. His heart was pounding. Bakugou: They're... conscious