LOL (Lolbit x Reader)

~ 03 ~

∆ Stupidity ∆

Arriving at your place of work, you followed the same routine as the night before—heading straight for the elevator and pressing the button to descend. The metal doors closed behind you with a soft hiss, trapping you inside the confined space. As the elevator began to move, the familiar automated voice kicked in.

"Welcome back to your exciting second night on the job!" it rang out with that strange, flat cheeriness. "I trust you're ready for another productive evening."

Oddly enough, that voice brought a sense of comfort. Maybe last night really had been a series of technical errors, nothing more. You shook off the lingering unease.

The rest of the ride was silent, save for the hum of machinery. The walk from the elevator to the office was quiet as well.

But once you stepped into the primary control module, the voice came alive again.

"Okay, let's start with your nightly chores. Check on Ballora and make sure she's on her stage."

With a soft click, you pressed the button, and the lights flickered on. Ballora twirled gracefully, just as she had the night before—perfectly poised.

"It looks like Ballora is in good shape," the voice confirmed. "Now, let’s check on Funtime Foxy.”

You pressed the light button for Funtime Foxy’s stage, but just like the night before, the platform was empty.

“Looks like Funtime Foxy is taking another break,” the voice said, this time with a trace of irritation. “Let’s motivate him with a controlled shock.”

Without hesitation, you pressed the red button. A sharp crackle of electricity echoed from the other side of the glass. After a moment, you hit the light again. Still no Funtime Foxy.

“Let's give him another motivational shock!”

Your hand hovered over the red button again, pressing it for just a little longer. Still nothing.

Just as you were about to press the light one more time, Funtime Foxy slammed against the glass, his face pressed up against it, claws scraping across the surface. His golden eyes stared right at you, challenging you, daring you to try again.

What really freaked you out though was- his face- the outer layer sticking out revealing the endoskeleton beneath. It was… creepy.

Instinctively, your hand shot toward the button—

“I wouldn't do that if I were youuuu,” a voice suddenly sang through the room, tone mocking.

You froze. This voice wasn’t automated like the HandUnit—it was glitchy, teasing, and much more alive. It cut through the mechanical droning of the control room, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Wh-what?” you stammered, stupidly. Glancing around the room in confusion.

The voice chuckled darkly. “Or do—, but it'll really just piss him off. He’s practically daring you to press it at this point.” The voice let out a sharp, mocking laugh. “Oh, actually, on second thought… yeah, press the button! Watching him tear you apart might be fun!”

Rip you apart? You felt your throat tighten as the words sank in.

“What…? What happened to the other voice?” you asked, trying to piece together what was going on.

“Oh? Him?” the voice sounded amused. “I shut him off. It’s just me now.”

“And… who are you?”

The camera screen flickered to life, casting that familiar pink hue from the night before. But this time, it was different.

There was no text, and the fox’s head appeared, grinning wickedly, eyes locked onto you through the monitor. His grin widened into something more sinister, his muzzle split into a twisted smile.