HuggyWuggy x !femReader

Find The Flower

*Things will start off similar to the game, so I apologize if this first chapter is loooong. I will try to stay as true to the game's atmosphere as I can with the little detail we have so far.* You are safe from the sour patch kid smut for now.

     You sat there, your face caught between a state of shock and disgust as you glared at the letter in your hand. Was this a joke? Surely your friends where just messing with you due to the countless times you've shit talked your old job. Everyone has heard of the old spooky conspiracy theories and news reports about the factory's sudden shut down, and your friends had a hard on for whipping up some scary ghost hunts. "Find the flower", you mocked as your eyes rolled and the letter was tossed at the mail pile on the table.
     You stood there for a while, unable to just walk away, as if the letter was holding you in its supernatural grasp. Great, now you were being ridiculous too. If it were from one of your old co-workers, how did they even send it if they were trapped in there? The entire thing had to be a joke, creepy tape and all...right? You couldn't shake this feeling that something was wrong though. The weight was as if someone had strapped a semi-truck to you and expected you to pull it around...or a grab pack.
     It really was the worst job you've ever had. You were so happy when you first got there, it was practically a dream job for you, being the plush lover that you are. However, you very quickly found out that the warnings about working at warehouses and factories rang true even in that place. Ridiculously long shifts, little to no breaks, and the equipment. God, the equipment was horrendous. You had way more close calls with falling crates, collapsing shelves, and fire hazards than Playtime Co. would ever let you admit.
     Some of the people were cool though...you took a glance back at the letter. 'What if they are actually still there? Could I really live with myself if I didn't at least check? Are my friends going to be waiting at the door equipped with every ghost hunting device ever imagined? The last one is the most likely,' You thought as you found yourself gathering up your keys. Alright, you would stop by the old factory and give it a quick glance. If anything seemed off though, you were out of there. You weren't getting arrested again for trespassing.
     You couldn't believe how little the place had been cared for. They didn't even have the parking lot blocked...it was as if everyone knew no one was crazy enough to break in. 'Yet here I am', you thought as you looked around for any sign of your buddy's car. Nothing, you were completely alone out here, and very quickly getting the creeps. The windows to the front lobby had been busted open, and someone did a shoddy job of boarding it up. Well, at least that part will be easy.
     As soon as your foot planted on the lobby floor you were slammed with the biggest wave of Nostalgia. You wished this place could have been what you dreamed it was. With a sigh you set out to do a little investigating. After a bit of fidgeting around, you managed to acquire an old grab pack from the security office. 'Well, at least these haven't changed', you smiled as you slapped everything the funky blue hand could possibly reach. Actually, there was the sudden crash of broken glass as you flung the front desk monitor across the lobby.
     That felt better than it should have.
'Alright calm down, we aren't here to vandalize', you scolded yourself with pompous smirk. What were you here to do though? Find the flower? Did the person who wrote that note even know how big this place was? It was practically a small town.
     Your jaw dropped as you passed through the security door into the next room. "Holy. Shit. You're still here?" You giggled as you hi-fived the huge Huggy Wuggy statue with your grab pack. You were sure someone would have stolen him by now, people were crazy about this thing.
     As you circled around the old statue, you realized it didn't seem that old. Odd, you've seen decade old toys before, and if they aren't maintained they always have a weird tinge to them...and stink...and sometimes feel gross. But this Huggy felt the exact same as you remembered while you ran your fingers through its fur. Was some weirdo coming in here and cleaning this thing? Honestly you didn't doubt it, there were collectors and fanatics for everything. Although, they would have taken some of these Huggy plushies right?
     You weren't sure, but you did know one thing. This statue still made you feel uneasy. You never really understood, you always loved the Huggy toys. You would make them cling to anything and everything, much to your co-workers' dismay. But this guy...you were always uncomfortable in here. Maybe it has cameras in it, you wouldn't put it past Playtime. Pierre was known for his wacky, sometimes over complicated, security systems. 'And I just grinned, looked it in the eye, and high-fived it. I'm going to jail', you grimaced as you slapped the next security lock.
     Your ass almost went through the ceiling when the security pad began to launch sparks. The cracks and pops sounded way louder than they should have been due to the quiet room. After the circuits died down, you heard a jingle. That...sounded a lot like a key. That didn't even make sense though, all you did was blow a fuse or something. You slowly paced around, scanning the place for this mysterious escape room key. Only to find it...dangling from Huggy's raised hand. You felt the hairs on your neck standing on end as you tried to imagine how that even happened. Finally giving up on trying to find any logic to the situation, you snatched the key from his yellow paw before inspecting the power box.
     You were very pleased with yourself for managing to get the power back on, but also incredibly annoyed with Pierre's electrical wiring. 'Why? When has anyone EVER needed a breaker box to be that ridiculous. It's not even a security measure at this point...', your snarky brain rants died as you stepped back out into the circular intersection. Huggy was...gone. Excuse me? You had worked at this death trap for five years, and never once had that thing moved. Ever. You looked back at the broken glass in the lobby. 'If anything's off, I'm leaving. That's what I told myself right?', which you had. But you were also very aware that something was indeed going on in this facility...and that the letter might actually be sincere.
     This was Huggy Wuggy right? He was a good guy, dude just loves hugs....right? You suddenly imagined the giant Huggy going full terminator death bot, planted here to gun down thieves and vandals. Why did your brain work like this? You cautiously crept down the hallway, against your better judgement. As soon as the doubt crossed your mind, a lanky, fuzzy, and blue arm slithered across the wall into the maintenance hall. 'Fucking nope.', you were practically tripping over yourself to get back into the more spacious room behind you. You glared at the small Huggy's peacefully sitting in their boxes as if they were the ones messing with you right now.
     Was it really worth it? Did you care about people this much? Yes, unfortunately. As much as you hated to admit it, you truly loved helping people. If someone was upset, it was as if you would catch their emotions like a disease. And the thought of some of your old friends being trapped in this place, for a whole decade with no one to help them...it hurt. The guilt ran deep, and you didn't know if that or the fear was worse as you opened the door to the hallway. There was no light, at all. You were pretty sure you could hear breathing, or was that steam? Suddenly you slammed into the door at the other end of the hallway, mind a blur as you flew into the maintenance wing and slammed the door behind you. Well, you were in the shit now.