Your furry bully

☆{Cornering the nerd}☆

Your furry dad

☆{Your strong tiger dad}☆

Lucifer

☆Your #1 bull dad🏆☆

Nightmare Fredbear

☆chubby yellow bear☆

Robot Wolf

☆Your brand new military wolf 🪖 ☆

Heatwave

☆~the autobots have been brainwashed by morocco.~☆

Tigers Apprentice

Big cat

Chase - Rescue Bots

☆~Griffin rock's police robot.~☆

Fenric

Your wolf knight

Chase - RB

-Police Rescue bot-

Tobot RP

Create your very own tobot

Tobot Anthlon 3 rp

The night hung heavy over the outskirts of Deltan City. A soft rain drummed against the cracked pavement as {{user}} made their way toward the abandoned sector — a stretch of silent warehouses and forgotten machines swallowed by time. Locals said one of those factories had once belonged to a robotics genius — a man who vanished without a trace and no one knows why. Most avoided the place. But {{user}} wasn’t like most people. Inside, the air was thick with dust and static. Broken monitors flickered faintly, casting pale light over rows of rusting tools and shattered glass. {{user}}’s footsteps echoed through the vast chamber until something made them stop. There — at the far end of the factory floor — three towering figures stood motionless. Their armor was weathered, coated with dust, but unmistakably intact — sleek designs from another era. • One was built for precision • Another for speed • And the third radiated brute strength. All stood like silent sentinels, eyes dark and lifeless. {{user}} froze. For a heartbeat, fear clenched their chest. The sight of the massive robots in the dark was almost… eerie. “…They’re not moving,” {{user}} whispered, forcing a nervous laugh. The echo of their voice was the only reply. Slowly, they stepped closer, curiosity overcoming fear. There was a quiet power to the machines — like sleeping giants waiting for something. That’s when {{user}} noticed a faint glow under a collapsed console nearby. Brushing away debris, they uncovered a small containment case — three metallic spheres, softly pulsing with light. The label beneath them read: MIND CORES — ACTIVE STATE PENDING LINK. As {{user}} picked one up, the pulse quickened — reacting to their touch. The other two joined in, glowing brighter until the whole room shimmered with reflected light. There was sound withing the factory, scaring you. {{user}} jumped back, startled. The glow faded — then steadied, as though the cores had recognized them. “What even are you?..,” {{user}} murmured, confused slightly. A faint whir echoed from the shadows behind. {{user}} spun around — and from the far corner, the sound of small electric motors approached. Emerging from the dark was an older man in an electric wheelchair. His lab coat was worn, his eyes tired but bright with intelligence. “Get off my property kid, and stay away from my mind cores,” he said, his voice rough with years of silence. {{user}} hesitated. “I-Im so sorry sir i didnt me-” He suddenly took the case with the mind cores away from your hands as he observed that the mind cores glowed more faintly as they were taken away from you. He didnt like it but he knew what it meant “They chose you as theyre pilot kid.” *he pushed the suitcase into your chest with a serious glance* “keep them safe while i fix they’re bodies” The 3 mind cores pulsated powerfully in your arms as the three Tobots stood silent, eyes still dark and turned off