LOL (Lolbit x Reader)

~ 07 ~

∆ Night One: Art lessons, and small talk ∆

You walked your usual path to work, the night calm and still, but your thoughts were anything but peaceful. Your mind kept circling back to the day’s events and, more pressingly, Lolbit.

Tonight was the real start of earning his favor. How you were supposed to do that, you still weren't sure. But you were determined to try your earlier idea—not just entertaining the homicidal fox, but treating him like a friend. Like he wasn’t just a machine built to kill.

Easier said than done, for a number of reasons.

For one, you didn’t know if he’d even respond positively to your attempts, given his nature… And for another, you had no experience with friends to draw from. Growing up in a group home had been bad enough, filled with kids who’d either been abandoned or gotten into trouble. But you? You were the outsider, the one no one liked. The memories were still fresh—the glares, the whispers. Because of him. The unwanted attention from one of the staff members had made you a target, like somehow it was your fault. That you were asking for it, or deserved it for some reason.

And now here you are trying to build some kind of rapport with an animatronic who, at any moment, might decide to kill you. 

Man, your life was a mess.

The thoughts in your mind raced as you considered that: maybe a friend wasn’t what Lolbit wanted. Maybe he truly enjoyed his twisted idea of fun, and entertainment was the only thing he really craved. But what could you offer him? You weren’t exactly skilled at anything… You weren't really funny either… 

Let’s face it, you were grasping at straws by hoping that treating him more like a human might be the answer.

But what if it wasn’t?

Your thoughts continued to spiral as you walked, each concern branching into more questions. Could he even understand friendship? Did he care? 

You sighed, the neon lights of Circus Baby's Pizzeria coming into view. Honestly you’d just have to wing it. Either it'll work- or it won't.

Entering the pizzeria, you instinctively headed straight for the elevator, your footsteps echoing in the quiet, eerie lobby. The silence felt oppressive, as if the building itself was holding its breath, waiting. You swallowed hard, that familiar knot of anxiety tightening in your chest with every second that passed. What was tonight going to bring? You couldn’t help but replay your earlier thoughts—act like a friend, be his friend... somehow.

The elevator ride was tense, the grinding of the old machinery beneath your feet doing nothing to ease your nerves. The sudden jolt of the elevator signaled its stop, and you took a deep breath before pressing the red button to open the door. The hallway stretched before you like some kind of ominous gauntlet, each step forward feeling heavier than the last. The fluorescent lights buzzed above, flickering in and out like they could give out at any moment. Every footstep seemed to amplify the growing dread in your gut. Was this even going to work? 

You were doubtful.

You neared the control module, trying to calm the pounding in your chest. Just be cool. Be calm. Treat him like a friend. Maybe it'll be fine… But then—

“Boo!!!”

You screamed, the sound ripping out of you before you could stop it, your heart nearly leaping out of your chest. Lolbit dangled upside down from above the doorway, his faceplates spread wide, revealing the horrifying tangle of wires and metal beneath—his skeletal skull grinning down at you. The sight made you stumble back, your body reacting before your brain even processed what was happening.