Story by  Skyward- Zeydaan having a serious accident at the Pizzaplex, and to avoid a lawsuit, the company decides to give them an upgrade. And then another- until they are turned inside and out into their new star performer- perfectly obedient to protocols and far more useful for the company.

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There was an accident, Roxy raceway had managed to open up very briefly at the Pizzaplex. And Zey had really wanted to try out the raceway.
However they had found themselves in a nasty accident. And wanting to avoid suit, the Pizzaplex had to cover it up somehow. Taking them and bringing them to the one place they had free.
Roxy had jumped onto the track again. It was an occurrence they worked their best to keep from happening. But today didn’t go as planned.

Roxy never did like being second best!

Both Roxy and Zey had ended up in a bad way. They took them both to Roxy’s room on Rockstar row.
Thankfully the wolf had gotten away with just an injured arm. Roxy however had ended up far worse for wear. Already there were technicians in the room, one was looking over what was left of the robotic wolf. The other keeping an eye on the living one.
After a little time had passed, which had left Zey to feel rather Anxious over their injured left arm; of which had been amputated below the elbow. What looked like a medical STAFF bot and a manager entered the room.

“Well what's the bad news?” the manager said, they had already been clued in, and seemed to be talking to the STAFF bot. Which promptly responded.
“Arm amputated. Chances of keeping it were too low to be deemed worth keeping. Without risk to the host.”

“Well. We have a few options for you… Zeydaan was it?” The manager spoke.

Zey nodded, they were in quite a bit of pain, and found it weird that there had been no mention of hospital yet.
“What are the options?” Zey finally said with a mildly annoyed grunt.

“Well we can pay for, well, everything. But we need you to undergo operations by our approved medical staff. We will provide everything” The manager paused for a moment. Looking to see Zey’s confused face, before finally continuing.
“Due to your arm-” they cut themselves off looking at the stump. “-damage we can offer you a free prosthetic. Fully articulate. And the rehabilitation required for it. if this is something you would like here.”

He slapped down a contract. It was a lot of words that all seemed to blur together. Zey started trying to read it but it was all muddling together, the pressure mounting they finally signed the paper.
The manager grinned at this and spoke up, “Alright. Just lay down where you are. You will feel much better soon.”

The manager walked off. And in his stead some medibots walked into the room. There were quite a few of them. One came over to Zey and had what looked like a large gas cylinder attached. One arm of the bot had a mask attachment on in place of a hand. Pressing it over their snout, Zey quickly was put under.

Hours passed.

Wearily, Zey opened their eyes. Feeling achy at the shoulder and nothing more. Which was odd considering they went in for surgery.
The wolf went to sit up, they felt really heavy on their right side now, which threw them off. Before they could look around they were jumped by a staff bot.

“Please, do not move until the anaesthesia has fully worn off” It gave the warning quite sternly. For a monotone robot that is.
This left Zey in the dark for moments. Feeling for things slowly returning to the body. The entire body except the entire right arm. That arm simply felt cold. They could still feel movement, but just barely. That wasn’t good. It had Zeydaan starting to panic.

The more they came to the more they could hear things they weren’t expecting. As they moved their fingers, they could hear the sounds of… motors! Little servos making pretty distinct sounds!
“H-huh?”
Zey started to calm slightly, what kind of prosthetic had they given them?

After some time, they waited for the medical STAFF to turn around. Zey sat up as best they could.
Turning their head to see the-

They paused, that was unusual to say the least. Starting at the shoulder they saw a shiny red shoulder pad! Following it down they saw grey metal. Also quite reflective in the harsh lights. They ran their fingers over the joint, following it down and over the integrated spiked band around their wrist!
It was entirely Roxy’s arm! This was crazy! They started to touch things with their fingers. Their simple shapes made even basic things feel strange!
In fact, feeling things was quite simply strange. How was that being relayed to their brain?
And why the coldness. That had to be one of the quite frankly, weirdest things of all!

After some moments they zoned back into reality. They quickly realised that someone was talking. The bot in fact was telling them to lay back down as things may not be stable yet.
But Zey didn’t care, batting the robot down in a small shower of sparks!
They simply wanted to have fun with their new arm!! They quickly got up and left the room. Using their arm to do practically everything!It was absolutely a relief to have full, if not better use of their left arm.

Being led back to Rockstar’s row, looking over the hallway bathed in neon. Monty’s room curtained off like usual.
Well hey why not go into Roxy’s room, it had a pretty good mirror to look at things in. Why not go in and appreciate it!
So into the room they went, opening the doors before they could even slide open themselves. Good thing they were designed for rambunctious parties… and Monty.

All the while zey found themselves mostly picking things up. Using their claws to play around with finer objects, although they were quite dull, they found them very useful!
Then they caught sight of it in the mirror again. They were somewhat enamoured by how it looked on them, it was a shame their otherside didn’t match it. Zey let out a little huff feeling somewhat asymmetrical. But did they wanna lose their other arm, likely not..

Zey sighed and looked around. There was no bed, so they decided to sit upon the chair in the room. They were feeling tired, thus a small nap would be nice for the moment.
Closing their eyes, the wolf kept on rubbing the arm, feeling how smooth it was. Enjoying the feeling of metal and the panelling, before lightly falling asleep!

With a snap Zey was awake, feeling a little stiff having been asleep in the chair. They spot a white sheet on the already cluttered table. It was another contract, how odd. It wasn’t hard to tell it was one, what with its cluttered wordy nature.
After a quick scan they realised what it was. Essentially offering the chance to get another arm!! Well that was exciting. But should they? Good gosh it was a hard choice, even one arm was pretty good. So why get another? Well two would make them better.

It was quite the deliberation. Thinking about whether or not it would be worth just lopping off a perfectly good arm. But after some thought they decided, it would be far better off. The arm was heavy as hell for one. And a second arm would make things a little more even. Which would make things far more balanced and easy to deal with.
Pacing back and forth through the room, thinking it over. They caught a glimpse of themselves in the mirror. Well the arm did look out of place on its own.

Filling out the form they even put that reasoning into the comments box. Maybe that would make it more convincing for Fazbear Entertainment to cover the costs.
The thought of how expensive this arm might be was definitely something that crossed their mind.

Opening it they are startled to find a STAFF bot waiting for them.
“Did you fill it out?” The bot said in its plain monotone way. Zey held it up for but barely a second. The bot merely had to scan the signature before piping up again. “Follow me” It started off towards where they had done the improvised surgery.

While Zey walked along they listened, the servos in their arms as it moved made quiet sounds, something that may take time in getting used to.

They still felt sore from the previous surgery, but the balance thing was really getting to them. The way they moved was so wonky, and it was starting to wear on their left paw already. So they might just get this one.
Back into this room, and it was neat and tidy already. It hadn’t even been that long. They lay on the table as they were once more surrounded by the STAFF robots.

The prep was so quick, and this time they got to see the new right arm being wheeled out before them. It was surreal seeing the robotic arm sitting there with all the wires and the connector exposed. They gulped, feeling like maybe they were rushing things, but they didn’t have much time to think about that. Before long Zey was put under.
A dreamless blackness, before their eyes snapped open, they were on the bed still. However they were in Roxy’s room again.

They ached even more than last time, perhaps a lesson in waiting a bit between surgeries. Not that they planned on having any more! The balance of both arms would be much better.
Lifting their right arm they checked it out. As expected it was just like the left arm, but on the right. That being said, it was still crazy to lift an arm and see it fully robotic! Servos hummed as they moved the fingers and elbow!

A little heavy on them but Zey didn’t mind too much. Starting to tidy up the space a bit. If they were gonna stay in here they may as well fix it up. Seeing all the Roxy related media in the room. So much media calling her great. Even a few signed images saying she was the best, it was a lot. And the more Zey worked through the room the more of this self centred content they saw!
“Roxy is a little vain huh,” the wolf commented as they finally sat down. Who knew getting all this surgery was taking a toll on them.

Over the next coming days they were trapped in this room, doing their best to keep entertained. Playing the arcade game was really good for them! Actively keeping them busy as they topped out the scoreboard, and just continued, they had to be the best after all!
They chuckled to themselves. They were even playing around, posing like Roxy, enjoying how the arms looked on their body.

As time passed they found their back was being a little bit more achy, their arms were putting strain on the body. To be expected, maybe they should have better thought out what would happen, though continuing on hoping they would get used to it.

Almost every day they woke up that week their mind felt a little fuzzy. It was simply passed off as the two surgeries in quick succession muddled their mind, but that was okay, for they had no reason to doubt whatever was going on. Merely assuming that the company meant the best for them, afterall why would they lie to a willing customer?

Zeydaan was doing their best to relax, which wasn’t easy given how their back was feeling- their shoulders were a massive weight on them so they took out the fazpad they had been given. Pushing the button to summon the management back to them.
Within an hour there was a man at Zeydaan’s door! “Hello, do you require anything?” There was a tone they had, this manager had done a lot for the wolf. And had been at their beck and call all week!

Zeydaan spoke up, “Is there anything that Fazbear entertainment can do for my spine? I feel like I need more support with how heavy these shoulders are.”

“Oh, why yes of course. Would you like some more Roxy upgrades to match?” they responded quickly, so fast it nearly caught the wolf off guard.

“W-well” they stammered just a little. The decision just dropped on them so suddenly, making them feel like there had to be an answer right that moment. “Yes sure why not!” They found the decision fairly easy to make in the end. That would be the best for them, and absolutely provide more support!

It was a flurry of movement, and in no time they were already on the operating table, well it looked different to the room they had been in before, there was more robotics equipment in here. Although this being their third time on the table they felt a memorable lack of worry, this would go flawlessly.
A mask coming over the muzzle, and starting the normal countdown. Passing out well before they even reached 7.

A dreamless black sleep again, which to them was but a brief moment. They groaned, a lot felt different. Slowly lifting their arm they rubbed their head. The groggy feeling was worse than they were expecting. That was until they felt the cold heaviness that surrounded their chest. And then that didn’t seem to matter at all, because glancing down they would see just what was going on, for their whole torso– neck to legs had been replaced. They brought their hand up and felt the shaped red painted metal! It certainly gave them more of a bust than they were expecting, Zeydaan found themselves thinking it was the perfect shape, one of the best to have!
Something more like Roxy’s just tickled them in ways they couldn’t even begin to explain.

While tracing over the black explosion pattern across their chest, pondering on how they even got all their organs in there: and that’s when they realised quite suddenly.

They weren’t breathing.

That started to get Zeydaan in a panic, what did the surgeons do to them if there was no air exchange. Moreover, why wouldn’t they tell Zey what was planned?

They let out a little whimper as they grabbed onto their chest with both hands. This wall so much now. So much on their mind as they ran their metallic fingers over their chest and then over the stomach. Feeling over the joints slowly as they tried to calm their mind; trying to quell each thought of panic as it arised. Instead focusing on the feeling of their fingers on their body. Much the same as they had adapted over the past few weeks the distant feeling was now double so through the metal.

Taking a moment to calm themselves as best they could. They slowly sat back up, more servos buzzed now as they got a proper look at their new torso. A mirror had been conveniently left in the room for them to look into and they spoke up.
“Holy crap this is… amazing”
It was pure amazement at how it looked, it was a flawless look. Exactly how Roxanne looked!
“I sure do look like I.. could be the best”

Her mind felt fuzzy. A few hours were lost as she posed, enjoying her shape. “I look like.. The best.” Something about saying that felt good. It felt right, and with a grin she looked over at the keytar, which had been conveniently placed by the mirror and started to play it. And she was playing it flawlessly, which would have surprised her. But she was... The best right?

While she sang and hummed along to her music that week, she couldn’t shake the feeling her voice didn’t sound right. And sometimes she found herself trying to change it. Playing with her hair and teasing it out so it was frizzy, more poofy for sure. Standing out in a far more eighties looking. It was hard because she didn’t have a lot of it. Not like the real Roxanne. Someone she wanted to be like a lot!
Even going so far to do her makeup. Both processes take her not an insignificant amount of time! She had to look her best so spending time on it was worth it.

And so for the next week or so she spent her time playing the Keytar, and playing the racing arcade game provided to her. It was a blast. Though her legs were getting quite tired from supporting her whole upper body. And this time with no hesitation she asked for an upgrade. Saying outright “These legs are less than the best and I need something better to put on a show!” She craved showing herself off now, but she had to be perfect to go on stage!

With surprisingly little pushback, she was taken to a completely different room that she had been in. The sign in fact said parts and services! This time there was no need to put her under. Being awake the whole time she watched as her legs were stripped down to the bone, or.. her endo? It was always weird to see it so why was it weirder this time around?
Well no time to really worry about it, it was all being rewired and covered over in her new leg panelling. Motors and hydraulics all being strapped into the correct positions. It was the strangest order that things had gone in. Like her very endo was changing beneath her old covering.
Once the whirring and mechanical sounds finished they guided her into standing, every time the added sound of servos threw her off.

She would quickly get used to her new legs, walking with a new sway in her hips– she walked to the nearest mirror.
Putting a hand on her hip, posing in front of the mirror “I look great, Looking more like her..” She couldn’t possibly sound happier with that as she turned around. Checking out her backside, swaying the tail and listening to the servos buzzing.
She didn’t even stop to listen to the robots that were around her. In fact, walking out into the open walking passed others spotting some of the highlights of the Pizzaplex: Chica and Monty namely. Both of which were free roaming at that time.

“Hey Roxy~” Chica said in passing the wolf. Which seemed to cause an overwhelming feeling of joy, what was this feeling? Was she Roxy? She had to be right, with how she was acting. Yea it had to be right, Roxy was the best. And she was the best! So that had to be true!

Now with a new sense of confidence she grinned nice and large. Ever since the torso had been completed there had been a slow uplink to the main computers. No new programming was needed aside from some base rules to be put in place. The rest was merely her own mind rewriting itself; making the new feelings she had to be super strong.

Making her own way back to her room She walked right up to her mirror and started to pose. Her face was a little off, rotten looking.. But the rest of her was beyond picture perfect.
“Just wait until they get a load of this on the raceway… whenever those lazy workers finish the thing!” She found herself snarling, impatient at the fact it wasn’t yet done. And her voice! No no it wasn’t right. But perfection couldn’t be rushed. And they had nearly procured all of her replacement parts since the crash!

Now no longer feeling tired she felt fine for the whole week. Rarely needing… sleep? That wasn’t right. Recharges, that sounded correct. Only silly squishies needed to sleep. She was perfect and had long lasting batteries. Ones that could go many laps on the racetrack no worries.

Barely three days into the next week she was feeling impatient. Clearly the old casing was defective if it couldn’t sit on her body the way it had before. Storming her way over to parts and service and yelling at the technicians “How long does it take to get new parts! I need to be perfect for the show! I don’t care what it takes. Fix me up now!!” She demanded. Stomping her heavy foot into the ground. Was she always this angry? No matter, she needed fixing and this got results!

So naturally she was put on the table. This was a process she was easily used to, it was simple really remove the old panels and fix the new ones in.
“There will be ocular and aural upgrades. This will be painless” The technician droned on a bit. Though Roxy had no idea why they even said that second thing. And completely stopped paying attention for a moment merely snapping back “Yea yea just get on with it!!”

Having a robot weighing in at a couple hundred kilograms angry at you wasn’t really worth it, so the tech just got to work.
The last thing Roxy saw was the robot latching onto her eyes and ripping them out. Along with sounds of squishy cutting and other odd sounds. She did feel something briefly though made no complaints about it.
Such sounds filled her ears until even that was away until no input remained. Just the haptic feedback of the world and the feeling of the upgrades doing their work.A burning sensation later and all the plating was being attached. Her jaw was replaced, and the vibration of motors rattled her skull. Soon her ears were hooked in. Followed closely by the eyes coming online.
Now this was more like it, sensitive ears picking up much finer details. Coupled with eyes that could see important details even through walls. These were important. She had no idea why but they came in handy for all sorts. Like seeing hazards on roads before you round a corner!


Things were progressing along well. The only thing left was the final calibration, just tests to make sure that everything would go down smoothly. Simple tests of course, she could pass them easily!
The first test was a hearing test, where she had to tell where and how loud a sound was. Easily passing it she moved onto the next test.
Ocular sensors next. Clearly telling apart different pictures and even some objects from behind walls. The whole time she could swear she could see code flashing up in her HUD, things being added to her code. But why would she need that?

The final test was one for her voice, she would have to be on stage and even just doing some backup vocals it needed to be perfect. Though during the process she heard an error in the tones she was supposed to be making, she growled– it meant that the tech hadn’t done his damn job properly.
She felt herself jolt, even lifting her clawed hands for a moment. She wanted to gut the guy for messing up her perfect voice. But she found she couldn’t bring herself to.
A little warning flashing on her HUD, the warning read: Safety locks engaged for Employee safety.

She rolled her eyes, ugh stupid safety locks. Had to play nice to the guests and workers. So long as these stupid things didn’t cost her a race it was fine! Her racing and her musical performance being perfect was all that mattered. She had fans after all and had to be the very best for them!

So finally the tests wrapped up with no other worries. The technician easily fixing the minor error and moves on with things. Finally letting Roxy loose on the pizzaplex, letting her stand up fianlly.

“Ahh much better” She spoke, her voice even sounded normal now. Back to the way it should be, no more squishy bits. Just her regular metal plating.
Where did they even get these parts to begin with? Not that it mattered to her. She had to get to rehearsals!



Though deep in the bowls. A monstrosity of flesh and robotics, awoke. An endoskeleton taking Zey’s previous parts into its own. With a fowl grin and a maniacal laugh it prepared itself. This body would be useful.

“I always come back.”