𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗔𝗟 𝗗𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬 ★ ꜰɴᴀꜰ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ

🦊 w. foxy - don't keep it on long, it ain't fooling foxy!

TW - 2014 levels of cringe, bad writing, mentions of death & violence.

withered foxy - don't keep it on long, it ain't fooling foxy!

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          "WHY DID I COME BACK TO THIS FREAKING JOB!?"

Your frustrations were pointless by now. You were stuck in a doorless, exitless office. Left with no help other than a voice message, and nothing but a flashlight and some smelly mask to defend yourself. And, on top of that, three different openings where those things could come from any moment.

Well, wasn't this great?

Why were the robots even coming after you? Surely, if they were tied to a criminal database, they would see that you had never committed a (known) crime in your life. Had they been tampered with somehow?

AND WHY DID YOU HAVE TO WIND THAT DAMN MUSIC BOX EVERY 5 SECONDS?

"You know what? Screw this!" You ducked under the desk, searching for any item to hold down the button.

Just then, the phone rang. The message played automatically.

"Uh, hello hello? See, I told you your first night wouldn't be a problem!" It began, but you were tuning it out for the most part.

Step. Step. Step.

You were startled, hearing the heavy stomps coming your way. Your head bumped against the desk, quite loudly, too.

"Ow!" You hissed under your breath, hand reaching up to grab the mask from where you left it.

It was the faceplate of an older Freddy model. A disguise the robots couldn't see through, for some reason. They must've been dumb, if they didn't notice that good ol' Freddy was a whole foot short and wearing a security uniform. Then again, they were mistaking you as a wanted criminal too, so obviously their systems weren't the brightest.

Your other hand rubbed the sore spot on your head. Just then, you heard the 'phone guy' mention something about 'older models', which caught half your attention. You felt like this was something you needed to hear. The pain was still distracting, though.

"Mother trucker, dude." You whispered to yourself. "That hurt like a-"

Your hand, which was reaching all over the desk, suddenly came into contact with something. And it was not a mask.

"Did you ever see Foxy the pirate-" BEEP.

Phone guy suddenly shut up. You hit the 'end message' button.

"Oh NO! FUCK!" You exclaimed in a shrill voice as you realized what you have done. You tried to rise to your feet...only to hit the top of your head again.

That's gonna leave a bump.

You recovered quickly, now spotting the old mask. You hastily put it on your face and got up, facing whoever it was this time.

The steps turned out to be the blue bunny. Again.

Seriously? This thing comes by every 10 minutes. Doesn't it have something better to do? You thought, knowing full well it probably didn't.

Get a life, Bonnie.

It stared at you for a good couple of seconds. You stared back, not daring to break eye contact. It was like a staring contest.

Eventually, the bunny got bored of this. It blinked, turned around, and started heading back into the hall it came from.

You impatiently stared at its back, waiting until it was far enough away to rip off the Freddy head. You were really starting to hate it.