FNAF One Shots - REQUESTS TEMPORARILY CLOSED

🥀☁ "Watch It, Punk!" (Roxanne Wolf x Reader)

Summary: Ever since Gregory shattered Roxanne, she's been having a hard time keeping her balance. Of course she was fixed, but something inside is still damaged, leaving Roxy with dizzy spells and causing her to stumble or miss her cues. Frustrated with a show gone wrong, she hauls herself to Parts and Service-- with a little unwanted, but not unwelcome, assistance.

Warning: Dark thoughts/descriptions.

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Roxanne growled as she kicked one of the little yellow bots idling in her way. Or, she thought she did. She didn't hear the satisfying crack of her foot connecting, though, nor the little high-pitched screech it would have made as she sent it hurling across the tiled floor. What she did hear was the whoosh of air as her swing missed and gravity pulled her in for a hug. The silvery wolf barely caught herself on a display counter before meeting the ground. She hated this.

Some time had passed since Gregory's little reign of terror through the Pizza Plex. Her memories of the night were a bit hazy-- she'd learned after the fact that she'd been hacked. What she did remember, aside from the innate, animalistic urge to seek and destroy... was the pain.

She could see what was happening. She remembered speaking. What did she say? Little taunts that were normal for her, but also... some harsh things that went too far. She knew she could be a narcissistic character, but she remembered words that shocked even herself. Cruel words that, had Gregory been any other little boy, would have broken his little human heart.

Broken... like she was broken.

Shattered.

She didn't blame Gregory for what he did. She was not herself that night-- she got what was coming to her. But still... Clawed hands reached up to Roxy's face, fingers gingerly brushing against her snout. It hurt what Gregory did. Her body was destroyed, her hair was ruined, her pride along with it. She wanted to believe Gregory didn't mean to go so far to hurt her-- it was purely self-defense, wasn't it? 

But then he took her eyes. 

He took them, and left her in the dark. 

Fumbling around, relying on sounds to guide herself back where she could only assume was the surface. Even hacked, her programming worked smoothly to guide her, the hostile codes more violent than before, but all she could remember after that was pain. Her body moved on its own, the cruel words that weren't hers calling out into the void while all Roxy could do was sob. She still heard those words sometimes, echoing in her memory.

Taunts that were no longer directed at a child, but at herself.

"You are nothing."

"I bet you don't even have friends."

"Nobody will miss you."

That last one stung.

While Roxy tried to refute each thought, it was the last one that always left her speechless. She wanted to believe she'd made many wonderful friends-- against her will, even!-- but would they really miss her? How long had she wandered alone for hours in that fiery room before she'd stumbled her way out? How long had she wandered the Plex before someone found her? She wasn't even their top priority when it happened-- Freddy was. Of course he was. He was the star of the show! And Roxy... she was nothing more than a replacement. She'd already seen what happened to the animatronics before her. Fan favourites-- classics!-- but where were they now?