Carla N co (Complete)

A discontinued line of Cupcake Bots spent their days in a Faz-Entertainment warehouse, until an unassuming repair guy found them and brought them to live at his Freddy’s chain.

Now they’ve got a new lease on life and intend to live it to the fullest, exploring what the world has to offer, even if Jeoff the repairman and the fellow bots can’t keep up!

There’s bound to be a few screws loose and madcap fun with CARLA N’ CO!

*cue theme song*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zmP6UJI_3Y8


++++++++Episode 1: Settling in+++++++++

Carla looked over the expanse of the ____-branch Freddy’s storeroom, smiling. She idly wondered just why it was so strangely huge, but she just chocked it up to another quirk of the mysterious and obtuse “management”.

Whatever the reason it made a perfect new home for her brand new family. Dozens of new cake bots, each as cute as her! She was so happy Jeoff had been so kind to bring them here. Now she had some fellow robots to confide with that really understood her. And it -was- pretty hot having a bunch of identical versions of herself to fool around with. She blushed as she remembered watching her new sisters-in-frosting “thank” Jeoff for letting them stay.


She observed the new charges scuttling about, making little places for themselves amongst the shelves and crates. She watched the violet-iced one with sprinkles direct  some large groups of Carlas around. From what she observed, this one was the ring-leader. She supposed she ought to go over and properly get acquainted, both to welcome her and to prevent any “pecking order” issues.

Daintily she walked over to Violet-Carla and flagged her down from the stacked pizza boxes she was using as a platform. Violet waved back and climb down.

“Hey there miss OG, what’s up?” asked Violet Carla smoothly. The Carlas could easily recognize each other by the serial codes detected b\y their optic sensors, so V instantly knew she was talking to the Carla originally assigned to this Freddy’s that she had met earlier.

“Just wanted to say hi and welcome you guys officially!” Carla said cheerily. “You’re the leadery-one right?”



V smirked, she gave off more of an air of “street-smarts” than the average Carla. “Well thanks Carla, we can’t begin to thank you enough for being cool with us staying here. And yeah, I guess you can call me “the leadery one” if you want. Most just call me Violet Carla, cuz of the color.”

Carla crossed her arms and furrowed her brow. “Hm. Kind of a mouthful. We should think of something special, like my Sis Carol. Have you met her? She tends to keep to herself a lot.”

“Can’t say I have. But yeah… I’d kinda like a special name. How about…. Clara?”

“Perfect! Welcome to the fold Clara!” Carla exclaimed while opening up for a hug with her newly named sibling. Clara accepted the embrace without hesitation.

After a minute of cutesy feelsy physical contact, Clara disingaged and turned to look at the little spaces each carla was making for themselves. “It’s fantastic here. We don’t even have to worry about looking deactivated all the time!”

Carla shrugged. “Yeah the staff here seriously couldn’t give a fuck.”

Clara grinned. “Oh I think there’s ONE here who gives a decent fuck.

Carla grinned back. “Yeeeaaah gurl.”

“Yeeeaaaaahhhh guuurl.”

“Yeeeaaaaahhhh guuuurrlllll”

“YEEEEEE-”

This went on for about three minutes.

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Afterwards, Clara took Carla along to see both the new community and its inhabitants. Carla was impressed by how nice her fellow cupcakes were able to make their makeshift homes in such a short time. Probably thanks to all the old leftover arts and crafts supplies mean to be handed out to kids.

As they went along, they ran into one of the more unique Carlas, the apple-headed one. She greeted them warmly.

“Oh! Hello! Goodness what a delight to see you two! I was just putting the finishing touches on my new apartment!” She said as she stuck some more positive-message fruit stickers onto a cardboard box cut up to look like a little house. These adhesive pictures had such affirmations as “Grape Job”, “You’re bananas for success” and “Orange you glad you’re so great?” This carla seemed to be especially positive. She actually gave a little curtsy as she presented her finished home.

Clara gave a modest but genuine clap of applause. “Hey Apple Carla. Glad to see you’re settling in well. The other fruit Carlas doing okay?”

“Oh they’re having a lovely time! Orange Carla’s invited us fruit bots over for sugar and a movie tonight!” Apple said cheerily.

“Ughhhhhhhh…”

That groan of disgust came from the box next door to Apple Carla. One that had been torn around the does, and decorated with black marker displaying such things as skulls and bat wings.

Apple took it in stride. “Oh hush grumpy-gus, I’m trying to be social with our host!”

“Could you do it with slightly less annoyingly genuine cheer please? I’m trying to focus on my make-up and I don’t want to mess it up.”

Carol tilted her head quizzically. “Who the heck is that?”

Clara rolled her eyes and said “Just a Carla who’s a little… gloomier than the others.”

At that, the inhabitant of the gloomy box popped her head out. She was a cupcake Carla, but with a black dress, black hair icing and pale “skin”. From the shininess of the black lines around her eyes, it looked to be that she had just finished painting on some “mascara”, the second clue being the dripping paintbrush in her hands. The most attention-grabbing aspect of her though was the large cartoonish skull crudely painted on her icing-hair.

“Hey.” She said, her voice had a hollow throaty “I am trying so hard not to sigh at the pointlessness of existence” quality to it. “So you’re the Carla who lived here already?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“Well then thanks. I mean it. Kinda. Since we got here I can finally express my attitude to the world on the outside without worrying about not being “up to spec.””

Apple Carla tittered with glee at this display of sociability from her neighbor. “See? Isn’t it nice being friendly to people for once?” She said, about to hug Goth Carla.

“Please don’t try to hug me.” She said, freezing her wholesome neighbor in place.

“Hmph. Okay. Well I ought to start getting ready for tonight, you two are welcome to come by if you’d like! And you too Dark-and-Stormy if you feel like getting out of your shell.”

Goth carla rolled her eyes and retreated to the darkness of her box.

Clara and Carla just shrugged and moved on.

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The next big sight to see was on a spare repair-bench/work station. One very unique Carla was directing a bunch of others who were carrying various computer parts to the desk. There was even a rudimentary winch/pully system set up for lifting the really big things.

The Carla fussily guiding the proceedings was wearing a tiny labcoat of all things! She was another non cupcake bot as well. This one having cinnamon buns for hair and a fork sticking out the top rather than a candle.

 She was currently fretting over the hoisting of some big bunch of parts, shouting out directions. “No! No MY left! Careful with that! It took me an hour to find that part!”

The new Carla continued to shout up orders and commands. While Clara and Carol observed. “Who is THAT?” Carla asked in a hushed voice.

“She’s the brains of the department. It was actually her who helped us all to stay functioning while back at the surplus room, so she has a lot of pull in the group. She’s kinda… “wierd” though. So just try and play it cool.” She replied, also whispering. She then gathered herself up and addressed the science carla.

“Hey Bun-Carla! It’s me. I’m showing this Carla around, and thought you might like to introduce yourself, show her what you’re about.”

The egg-head (but not really egg-headed carla that was the easter-holiday version over by the servo storage but now I’m just rambling) Carla spun around and inspected Carla, who could now see that this Carla had huge glasses with swirly marks hiding her eyes.

The science bun suddenly gave an impish little grin and adjusted her glasses. “Ah, so this is one of our gracious hosts? Superb. Hm, a standard cupcake model, bright pink. Very popular. But so much room for improvement.

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean!”

Nerdbuns held up her hands. “Not in a personal sense. I mean there’s so much more that could be done with our model. That’s going to be my next big project. To find ways to take our product line to the next level!” She said pointing in the air, glasses gleaming.

Carla looked to Clara for guidance, who just mouthed “go along with it” silently to her.

“Uhhhh… wow! So, like. Jet boosters or something?”

“Hm. Jets. A a possibility but best to save that idea for the long term. What I mean is increasing the capabilities of the standard Carla unit. Extended battery life, more efficient energy consumption, more advanced sense capabilities.”

“Wow.” This time Carla was legitimately impressed. “That’s wild. Could you really do stuff like that?”

The Nerbun cackled with pride. “Of course! Now that I’m free of that spare parts room! I’ve been musing over the possibilities our product line present, but never had the time and space to work on it without prying Faz-entertaiment eyes interrupting me. Now I’m free to explore these avenues of scientific thought! Why, with the dirth of spare parts in this store-room alone I’ve already been able to work up some simple inventions to improve the average Carla unit’s quality of life. Like this!”

The Nerdy Bunhead presented what appeared to be a standard Carla head-candle. But before Carla had time to ask what the deal with it was, Nerdbuns pressed a hidden switch on it’s side and the candle began to vibrate. Nerdbun grinned cheekily.

“Ohhhhhhhh.” Replied Carla, slightly awed. Nerdbuns was gonna get along GREAT here. “Say, how’d you get so smart anyway?”

Nerbuns scoffed and crossed her arms, subtly making her labcoat flap dramatically. “It’s simple my dear sibling. I overclocked my CPU months ago.”

“Oh! Yeah, now I remember. We have those I.Q. settings right?” Carla blushed slightly as she recalled the time she and Jeoff messed around with her intelligence settings. Jeoff had been weirded out by the whole affair but Carla kinda liked it, like taking a mini brain-vacation. Carol certainly DID NOT like that prank they pulled on her a month ago though.

“Well, uh. I’ll let you get back to your sciency work Bun Carla. Nice meeting you!”

Nerdbuns was already back to directing the other bots and gave a small wave of goobye, bot bothering to look back.

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The tour continued, and Carla met many more interesting Carlas. Many had taken Gotch Carla’s initiative to start customizing themselves, unique paint decals and stickers galore. Some were sports themed, others holiday themed.

All in all it was an amazing experience to suddenly be one of a huge family of cake bots. But eventually she and Clara looped around back to the front area of the store-room, and were about to part ways, when the door suddenly opened. Quick as a flash, Jeoff the repair guy was in the room, shutting the door behind him and slumping to catch his breath. His panting was interrupted by the sudden uproar of excitement from the shelves.

“Hey everybody! It’s Jeoff!”
“YAAAAY!”
“HI JEOFF!”
“WOOOO!”
“-anks for everything!”
“-ver to my place sometime, hm?~”

Jeoff however frantically signalled with his hands for them to quiet down, and Clara seeing his expression gave her own signal for them to hush.

In a tone of voice just loud enough to be heard by the front rows of Carlas, Jeoff explained. “Hey, sorry, I’m just uh, dealing with some work hazards right now. The “entertainers” have been getting extra ornery tonight.”

Clara clasped her little mits to her mouth. She had totally forgotten to inquire “What? Are you in danger? I’ve heard about some of the older units being buggy.”

Jeoff raised his hand attempting to reassure her. “No, no they aren’t hostile. they just get a little…. quirky at night. It’s just best to avoid them while they’re like this though. They can get pretty-”

Before he could finish his sentence the door slammed open, and standing in the doorway was the massive frame of Chica the chicken. The plump animatronic poultry stomped inside with little hesitation.

“Alright greasemonkey, you’re not getting away this time! You’re gonna give me what I want, and CHICA, WANTS, YIFF.”

Jeoff had paled and stood frozen in terror of impending pelvis-doom, and Chica was about to make her move to seize him when she heard an excited murmuring throughout the storeroom, and turned to goggle at the masses of cake bots who were all viewing her with great interest. “W-What?!”

The murmuring amongst the Carlas grew more audible.
“Oooh shes big! I’ve never seen a full sized bot in person before!”
“I like her boobs!”
“-simply must study her internal structure first-hand for my research”
“What’s a yiff?” “I think it means when you boink an animal person!” “That sounds fun!”
“YEAH!”
 “Let’s yiff Chica!”
“Yeah!”
“YIFF!”
“We’re gonna fuck a chicken, yaaaay!”

After a chorus of cries of “Yiff Chica!” The cupcakes swarmed en-masse on the chicken robot.

She protested with shock and dismay as they crawled up her yellow squishy frame. “What! Hey! No, off! What are you do-IIIINGG” It became apparent what they were doing, and soon Chica’s complaints were replaced with moans and coos of appreciation.

Jeoff just stared, face contorted in confusion at how the situation had turned around. Clara grinned up at him and winked. “Guess this arrangement is beneficial both ways huh?” SHe asked before hopping down and joining her crew at work.

Jeoff took a step back, pulled up the chair by the work bench, and sat down. HIS Carla popped up behind him, bowl of popcorn in her hands. “Pretty fun show huh?”

Jeoff just shook his head in disbelief and grabbed some popcorn.

Carla nestled up on his shoulder. “I can tell this is gonna be a lot of fun.”

Jeoff was about to say something in response before a large Let's Eat bib flew right in his face.

------THE END FOR NOW------