LOL (Lolbit x Reader)

~ 04 ~

∆ A Game ∆

Masking his unease behind a facade of confidence, the Fox from the cameras—who was still unnamed—leaned against the control panel where you hid. His gaze flicked to the vent, waiting for his pink-and-white counterpart to enter the room.

Usually, confidence came naturally to him. But now? Not so much.

It wasn’t that he feared Funtime Foxy—no, he practically had a hand in shaping who the pink fox was. Teasing him had been a regular pastime. But only from a safe distance.

In his physical form, challenging Foxy was a different story. He wasn’t stupid; he knew Funtime Foxy would tear him apart with ease.

The constant upgrades and maintenance Foxy received gave him an undeniable edge, but him? He didn't get such treatment anymore—tossed aside and forgotten after being removed from the stage.

So no, outside the safety of his screens, he never risked provoking Foxy.

He couldn't be repaired anymore.

And yet, here he was, risking things and helping a human like you.

Sure, it was for his own gain. But honestly, he wasn’t sure it was even worth the trouble.

He could just hand you over and be done with it...

But his own selfish desire for something different, something new, kept him from doing so.

His thoughts were interrupted as Funtime Foxy gracefully slid through the vent, landing softly. The unnamed fox rolled his eyes at the showy display.

Show off.

Funtime Foxy’s eyes scanned the room, his movements deliberate, as if he could sense your presence. He sniffed the air, searching for any trace of you, before his gaze locked onto the smaller fox's.

Annoyance immediately flickered across Foxy’s face, his plates twitching at the sight of the smaller, broken animatronic.

“Lolbit,” Foxy growled, his voice dripping with distaste, as if just uttering his name was an offense. “Where’s the little bitch who keeps shocking me?”

From within your cramped hiding space, you mentally noted the other fox’s name. Lolbit. It was kinda cute, in a way.

You forced yourself to stay quiet, suppressing the fear gnawing at you. Peering through the small holes in the panel, you couldn’t see much—just Lolbit’s legs and Funtime Foxy standing by the vent.

This close up, Funtime Foxy seemed a lot bigger, more imposing than you realized.

As they spoke, you had no choice but to listen to their conversation. The contrast in their voices was jarring: Lolbit’s playful tone had a chaotic, almost mocking edge, like a jester who found everything amusing, while Foxy’s was more refined, with the sharpness of a performer who demanded attention.

“The only bitch I see here is you!” Lolbit cackled, his laughter grating but light.

You blinked in shock. Their banter was unsettlingly... human. It felt so life-like, as though they carried real thoughts and emotions. The idea that these animatronics could think, feel, or harbor grudges made your stomach twist with unease.

At Lolbit’s insulting words, Foxy reacted immediately, shoving Lolbit into the control panel. The impact made you sway inside, and you clamped a hand over your mouth, desperate to keep any noise from escaping.

“Lolbit, you better show me some respect before I tear off your fuckin jaw,” Foxy growled, his voice low and menacing. His face plates shifted in sync with his rage.