Board Thread:Other Roleplay/@comment-25524811-20150708181813/@comment-25535739-20150708190214

The Rabbit attempts to move his ears around a little, though he fails. He isn't able to move them at all... Perhaps this is what happens when something isn't used for a while, it just stops working... The Rabbit is about to continue picking his tears, but stops himself. Doing this is just going to make his condition worse, and it's better to be better rather than feeling better. He once again sighs, which seems to be the only thing he's done all day. No one to talk to... Not that they'd listen to him, anyway. The Rabbit was always the butt of the joke, the third wheel, the one no one paid attention to. At times, he questioned his own creation. But, there was no way to end his pitiful existence, as doing anything of the sort would just lead to him being either remodeled or repaired, both of which would place him right back in the first place he started. He decided to stretch his legs, so he stood up... and stretched his legs. While walking, he took a look up at the ceiling... the lights look to all be broken. How long was he out for, anyway?

The Rabbit continues to shrug it off, but all these things coming together just makes him confused. Why would everything specifically be like this? It seems that not only are the animatronics in ruin, but the building is too. He looks at one of the tables, and sees the cloth originally on it ripped off, just like his own. The party hats are no longer there either, perhaps they were all taken by the children? Yes, based on the things he's coded with, that is the most probable answer. The children, a few days prior, must have taken every single party hat in the building, and in that same time, they must have gotten onto the stage and attacked various animatronics, which is why they all look so bad. Surely, this is the way everything happened!

The Rabbit facepalms. Of course this couldn't be what happened. It's stupid to think that a few children could do so much damage to one animatronic! The Rabbit then remembers a certain animatronic from a few years prior, and suddenly, his thoughts become more reasonable... But, it doesn't explain why not all of them are like that now, and it also doesn't explain why he has rust on his endoskeleton. All the thoughts seem to overwhelm The Rabbit, so he takes a quiet sit down again, and attempts to sleep. He remembers that it's impossible for him to sleep, given what he is. A robot. No feelings, no emotions, no personality. Yet, at the same time, he knows he must have some of those things, even if he doesn't have a few things, or can't do a few things that humans can, he knows he's still alive... No matter what the logic says, he's certainly alive, and has thoughts, emotions, and feelings of his own... Even if they are decided for him sometimes.