HuggyWuggy x !femReader

Unfortunate Circumstances

***This chapter will have smut. Blood play, fear/hunting, slight dubcon, biting, overstimulation. You've been warned <3 Things will start deviating from the game at this point, there isn't really enough content yet for me to confidently flesh out an accurate story. Instead I will focus more on the reader exploring the factory and such for now, since we don't know Poppy's role in anything yet!***

   You've never regretted your choices in life more than you did now. Everywhere you went, you were distinctly aware of the eyes following you. Your chest was so tight you would find yourself forgetting to breathe. Making your way through the needlessly complex systems of the factory was a nightmare. There would be times where you realized you've been standing there...just listening for god knows how long. You were being stalked, every move you made, watched. No, stalked wasn't the right word. You were being hunted.
     The silly quips you made earlier regarding death bots and terminators were the furthest thing from funny at this point. This thing was no robot, or even a wild animal. You made eye contact with it once, you had managed to get lost in finding fuses and relaxed. And there he was. Grinning at you from the vent, just watching. You just froze, both of you stared at one another for a moment before he disappeared into the darkness and the door shut. Those few moment were all you needed to instantly regret everything .
    There was no reason for anything with big teddy bear eyes like that to look so intelligent. Yet there he was, laser focused on you. His eyes told you everything you needed to know about the situation you were in. He knew what he was doing, and this sadistic hunt was absolutely a game to him. You heavily considered turning back. That wouldn't work though. He's been one step ahead of you this entire time, he could double back and stop you in an instant.
     The teeth, that's what really threw you off. Why did he have teeth? How could he even open his mouth? Why was he drooling? He was alive, despite the absurdity of it, you knew it. They way he moved, nothing mechanical can be so fluid like that. His speed was terrifying. There would be times you would think you'd seen him hidden in the corner....no, you did see him. But every time you investigated he was no where to be found. You were sure you understood now why no one had been here. Or if they had, why they never spoke about it. Who could have imagined Huggy fucking Wuggy would be the most terrifying thing you would ever encountered.
     You paced around the room for a moment, testing to see if he was going to show himself. Nothing. You almost wished he would just kill you, the anxiety from constantly being hunted was going to give you a heart attack. It was insufferable. "Huggy I know you're here. You make a really shitty friend, so I'm just going to go ahead and make a new one", you gestured sarcastically at the make a friend machine. Nothing. A tired sigh escaped your lips as you went to work starting up the machine.
     Why did everything in this factory have to be so loud. Did they really need to put a train horn on that thing? You couldn't lie though, the tingle of excitement was totally there while watching the little CatBee toy being assembled. You always loved this thing, and for a moment you missed how loud and lively the room used to be. Kids screaming and cheering, wiping their disgusting sticky fingers all over the glass tubes. Well, maybe not that part. Now it was just, dead. Even the bots themselves seemed to express pain in their stares. You really shouldn't have come back here.
    You picked up the small cat as a new wave of emotions washed over you. Never would you have thought you would actually miss this place, but there it was. The scanner buzzed as it scanned your new friend, and then the door lifted. You just stared, lazily holding the CatBee as you looked at the giant, dark archway in front of you. 'Fuck that,' you thought as you turned to knob leading to the "stairway to hell"...locked. The other door was locked too. You frowned and looked into the darkness. A small apology left your lips before you chucked the CatBee into the darkness with all you had. There was only silence. Is it a pitfall or something? You inched your way closer, hoping that maybe your eyes would adjust a little better, when suddenly your vision was filled with blue fur.
     The only noise that left you was a sharp intake of breath. For every three steps back you took, he caught up with one. He unsettled you before, but now he was down right menacing. Casually strolling towards you, grin fully displaying the ridiculous amount of teeth he had. "Heeeey buddy, I, uh, that whole thing about the new friend was a joke. Ya know? Haha funny, just pulling your leg," at this point you were desperately trying anything you could to reason with him. He understood you, you were sure of it. However, you received no response.
     You did the only thing you could, and sprinted to the conveyor belt that CatBee had been carried on earlier. The panic that hit you as you started being dragged back physically hurt. Your hands grabbed the straps to your grab pack and threw them off as fast as possible. You hit the floor, but went into a roll before continuing your way back to the flashing vent in front of you. Out of instinct you caught a quick look behind, just to see him stoop down and grin as you disappeared in the vent. Okay, this was probably bad right? By now you had changed your mind, you preferred the creepy stalking much more than this. Gasping as you leaned back on the wall to catch your breath, you wondered where he went. He wasn't behind you, the red alarms made it a little difficult to see, but you at least knew that much.
     There wasn't much time to wonder however. Just as you turned the corner, so did he. He never took his eyes off of you as he raced through the vent on the other side of the grate. You couldn't even process what was happening, and you couldn't go back thanks to the rollers you slid down....did he just trap you? You were running full speed before you realized it, and nearly slammed face first into him as he jumped up the opposite side of the ramp. You practically tripped over yourself as you jerked your way down the other path. You didn't need to look to know he was right behind you, the slamming of his hands and feet on metal as he threw himself through the vent was deafening. You were gonna pass out, you were going to have a heart attack, you were going to die.
     When you hit the long line of rollers, you screamed louder than you ever have in your life. Under different circumstances that would have been amazing, but not now. Especially not after catching your side on the jagged metal jutting out of the wall. You didn't stop, and quickly hoped that he cut his leg off on it.  At least you had a gap now.        Suddenly time seemed to slow down, you couldn't understand, but something was very wrong. It almost felt like you were...floating. The realization dawned on you with a screech as you swung your arms, trying to find purchase where you could. The screech didn't belong to you or Huggy, and you truly saw your life flash before your eyes as the vent swung from the few bolts that were still connected.
      There was no way you would survive that fall. You hadn't even realized how high in the air these vents were. On pure instinct alone, you pulled yourself up the dangling section of vent and threw your weight back to safety. Every muscle in your body froze as you made eye contact. You couldn't form words, could barely think them. You never thought you would experience a time when you had no snarky remark to offer. But here it was, and without a single thought going through your mind you casually lifted your hand and waved.
     Huggy tilted his head, grin never leaving his face as he slowly lifted his own hand to wave back. Well that confirmed it, he can't talk. You were positive if he could, he would have a mean shit talking game. You could feel the mock coming off that wave. There was literally nothing you could do, unless you were opting to choose the other method of death. Falling, or....what ever Huggy was. So you just sat there, slightly shaking and just waiting to see what was going to happen now.
     You had accepted your fate, or so you thought. When he moved forward you flinched back without realizing it, and quickly remembered the lack of floor behind you. "Okay, alright you win. Just do whatever your gonna do already, eat me or whatever. Get it over with please," you never really registered how massive he was until his face was right in front of yours. He could absolutely bite your head off with no problem....at least it would be quick? Maybe? You couldn't believe you were trying to reason death with yourself. At this point you couldn't even make eye contact with him, it was intimidating. He was way too aware, way too smart, too alive. What kind of fucked up crimes against humanity were Playtime enacting here.
     Reality knocked you out of your daze as you felt a fluffy hand prod at your side. Ouch. Through all the adrenaline you had completely forgotten the laceration on your side. "Yea, thanks for reminding me," you couldn't help yourself. If you were going to die your were at least going down the way you lived. He was inspecting the now bloodied fur on his hand, and you were shocked that things could be more unsettling than they already were. As quickly as your confidence and snark returned, it was chased away.
     Completely disregarding you, he snaked a ridiculously long, inhuman tongue out of his mouth to lap at the blood. On second thought jumping was probably the better option here. You absolutely did not have it in you to do that though. So you leaned as far away as possible and just hoped that maybe you tasted really bad or something. You didn't, or you assumed at least, because suddenly you were being pulled back in the vent encased in blue fluffy arms. Right, you forgot how long his arms actually were with him cramped up in the vent the way he was.
     Your brow furrowed when you realized he wasn't letting go. This had to be the most uncomfortable hug you've ever experienced, and it didn't get any better when you noticed his head at your side. You went full wiggle as you felt his tongue press against the wound, at this point you weren't even sure what to think anymore. It...actually didn't feel that bad, and you couldn't hold back the whine as he started licking at the cut. 'Do not,' you mentally snapped at yourself. He was making eye contact with you again, head tilted as he seemed to study you. 'How awful do you have to be to end up confusing a literal monster,' as the thought crossed your mind, you noticed a familiar look in his eyes. Amusement? It wasn't the curiosity that you had seen earlier.
     Honestly it was probably neither, you were trying desperately to apply everything you knew about body language to a being you had never encountered before. Getting turned on by the thing that was literally about to kill you had to be a one way ticket to hell. Your thoughts ground to a halt as you felt something warm and wet trailing up your throat. Oh. You stilled, trying to figure out what the hell was happening. Then you jolted as you felt insanely sharp teeth graze against your throat. For a moment you were legitimately terrified that he was about to rip your throat out, but then he was swapping between licks and little nibbles.
     You didn't know what to think anymore. Every time you tried to reason with yourself, convince yourself that no, this wasn't sexual, he did something new. Was he still playing with you? Was...was he human? No other animal on earth can be that fucked up can they? When did you start laying on your back? You really needed to stop zoning out.
     He was now looming over you, there was no where to move even if you wanted to. The fact that he was able to not only fit in this vent, but function and move so naturally, was unsettling on its own. And now that you were under him, he was literally everywhere you looked.
     There was no movement for a while as he just watched you. Looking for reactions maybe? At this point it felt like his goal was to actually just give you a heart attack. You looked up at him in confusion as a soft hand started patting at your face. "I...what are you doing?", you didn't know why you kept trying to talk to him, you knew he wouldn't respond. It did seem to ease your anxiety a bit though. He kept just... patting you. Your hair, your face, petting your neck, was he trying to comfort you? You really doubted that, but you were very aware of how soft he actually was. The sudden flip in behavior had you beginning to feel dizzy, not even your instincts could process what was happening now.
     Then you jerked as you felt fluffy soft fur tickling your stomach. He was still petting and patting, curiously exploring your torso as he pushed up your shirt. Were you really enjoying this? More revelations had been made about yourself tonight than you ever wanted to know. You could feel the disappointment in yourself, but at the same time you couldn't bring yourself to care. The warmth in your face and chest was evident.
     You tried your best to stay still has you felt your shirt pushed above your chest. "Oh god, oh shit, this is actually a thing that is happening,' panic started to bubble in your throat briefly, and then everything stopped as you felt his tongue glide across your breasts. You whined, you couldn't help yourself. With your head turned to the side you kept your gaze fixed on a random bolt in the vent wall. Had the person who sent you that letter known this was going to happen? God you hoped not, and you swore to yourself they would never know.
     You drew in your breath so fast only a small squeak could be heard as you were suddenly very aware of his teeth. He had his mouth open over your entire right breast, applying just enough pressure to snap your attention back on him at the feeling of pin pricks. His eyes bore into yours, and you were pretty sure you understood that one. He was demanding attention, your constant zoning out was starting to irritate him, you figured. Which was fair honestly, you barely remembered how you ended up in this position.
     "Sorry," you whispered. It was sincere, but did it really have to sound so meek. Well...yes, you had long since lost your confidence during this wild...what? Hunt? Game? The most dangerous role play of your life? No, this wasn't fake. This was so real you could barely function. His eyes were locked on you as he went back to licking, patting, rubbing. Your brain was torn between the obvious threat in his eyes, and the amazing soft touches. Nothing should ever be able to be so down right sadistic, and ridiculously gentle at the same time. But here he was, it was no wonder your thoughts were so jumbled. You were pretty sure he knew exactly what he was doing too.
     You hissed through your teeth as your back arched on its own. You really had to stop. Your hands were already on his head, attempting to push him back before you realized it. He refused to let go though, wild grin splitting his face as he kept your nipple caught in his teeth. He wasn't actually injuring you, and for that you were extremely grateful. The pain was still sharp however, and now you couldn't pull your attention off of him even if you wanted to. You could feel every slight movement of his jaws. Practically feel the joy radiating off of him as each tiny clench of teeth had you pushing against him. With every spark of pain that spread through your chest, you realized there was an equally intense burn down your spine.
     Is this what it meant to be a masochist? You had been with people before, sex wasn't new to you. But this was, and you couldn't ignore how excited you were. It felt like your skin had been super charged, every little touch sending tiny zaps straight to your spine. You really wished these little moans that kept vibrating in your throat with every bit of pressure from his teeth would stop. But they didn't, and you could see how much he was enjoying this. It was written all over his face. What exactly was he capable of anyway? Before, the thought would have scared you, but now you almost needed to know. 
     He obviously wasn't the wild predator you originally thought he was. He was worse, so much worse, and it made your toes tingle. How far could he push you without actually hurting you? How much could he hurt you without killing you? Your jaw clenched as soon as the thought crossed your mind. That was dangerous and you absolutely needed to stop. Fear started to creep up your back at the way he was looking at you. Head tilted, all teeth, curiosity burning in his eyes. You were horrified at the thought that maybe he could read minds. Surely not....you hoped. If he could, you were very quickly running yourself off a cliff.
     Suddenly he was everywhere. Mouth at your neck, the occasional nuzzle of his head against yours, hands everywhere. Fast, he was way to fast. His fur was gently fluttering against your skin, all over you, and it was driving you crazy. You couldn't breath, couldn't think, and it was so damn hot. The vent was starting to feel more like a furnace, you felt like you were going to burn alive. Honestly you probably deserved it. You really didn't care though, right now all you could focus on was him. His touch, and a growing discomfort on your skin. You really needed your clothes off. You were distinctly aware of the constant itch as they rubbed against you, and the heat.
     You didn't know if you had asked, or if he really could read minds. You were almost relieved as you felt the tugging and pulling from every which way. It didn't take him very long to free you from the offending material. You noticed immediately that this was way worse. The fur, his fur was everywhere. You couldn't stop squirming as it brushed against your skin, across your whole body. This was new, and your body was having trouble comprehending it. On one hand it tickled, and you hated being tickled. Then you would feel him brush against your breasts, tufts of fur feathering your nipples as he licked at your neck, nibbled on your ears, nuzzled your face. It was driving you wild, you didn't know how long you could handle this before your brain would just give out.
     Then it all stopped, and he was moving. You would never admit it, but the disappointment ran deep. When did you get so into this? Why did you feel so safe now? You absolutely weren't, but all you could feel was excitement and compassion towards him. Along with the overwhelming need to be completely destroyed by him. That one, that thought scared you. You wished you had known about this weird kink you had earlier. You would have explored it in a much more comfortable setting....no, that wouldn't have worked. It was this setting, him, whatever he was. You were sure you wouldn't feel the same any other way.
     Warm, steady puffs of air fanning over your thighs and lips brought you back to attention. His eyes were locked on you again, and quickly your brow knitted. "For the love of god, do not, ...please," you pleaded with him. Weird masochistic fantasies aside, you did not want to know how those teeth would feel on that part of your body. A strong exhale of breath washed over you, did he just laugh? You didn't have a whole lot of time to think about it, his tongue dragging up your slit had you reeling.
     There was no way. This was too intense, felt way too good, you definitely couldn't handle this. Somehow you were though, under normal circumstances you would be ashamed. So embarrassed you would hide away for years, but right now you couldn't really be anything. Anything other than a squirming, panting mess. He was touching you everywhere, all at once. Slow methodical rubs to your clit as the tip of his tongue tasted every part of you.
     You curled in on yourself as he shoved his tongue inside you. Okay, that hurt. Not in a way you hated though, but god was it overwhelming. No partner in your life had ever felt quite like this. With that one simple motion he was deep, constantly moving, twisting, licking. You didn't know what you were trying to accomplish here, but your fingers hurt from the grasp you had on his fur. You briefly wondered if nearly ripping the fur off his head like this hurt. You hoped it did, but if it had he didn't show it...or was into it. The only response you got was a deep rumbling purr in return. It was insane, you'd never heard anything like that. You could feel it on his tongue, booming in your chest and ears.
     Each time he retracted his tongue he made sure to drag it over your clit before penetrating you again. How did he even know this stuff. Was he really just experimenting and adjusting to your responses? If so he was doing a damn good job, way too good. You let go of him and your back hit the floor again. The cool metal was refreshing against your burning skin. You couldn't hear your own strangled screams as your orgasm hit you with the force of a train. He kept going, letting you ride out your pleasure while making little chirps and purrs...and still kept going. The overstimulation had you making your best attempt to get away. You pushed at his head, whimpered, grabbed at his hands, everything you could possibly think of to make him stop it. You twisted yourself to attempt to crawl away from him, and suddenly your forehead connected with the metal of the floor as another orgasm overtook you. You couldn't breathe, only tense and curl up as your mind blanked.
     Once your senses started to return, you were relieved to find he had moved. He was over you again, a hand on each side of your head as he stared you down. You could only offer a few tired blinks as you looked up at him.