Random Oneshots

The Roar of Protection (Roxanne Wolf (FNAF) x Male Lion Animatronic)

The rhythmic thud of drums echoed across the stage as Y/n the Lion, dominated the performance. His powerful paws struck the drum set in perfect time, his movements precise, his energy filling the room. As the band's drummer and the largest animatronic in the Pizzaplex, Y/n's presence was impossible to ignore. His golden, metal frame gleamed under the neon lights, his eyes scanning the crowd of children and flashing cameras. But his focus wasn't on the performance or the cheering fans—it was on Roxanne, his fellow band member and girlfriend.

Roxanne was at the front, as fierce and confident as ever, but Y/n could tell when she was bothered. The way her tail twitched just slightly, the brief hesitations in her movements—he knew her too well to miss it.

After the performance, the two animatronics returned to the backstage area. The lights dimmed, and the noise from the crowd faded. As they settled, Y/n placed a large, comforting paw on Roxanne's shoulder. "Roxy, you okay?" he asked, his deep, synthesized voice softened by concern.

Roxanne sighed, brushing her silver hair back. "It's nothing. Just... some of those kids were making comments. You know how it gets."

Y/n frowned, his red eyes narrowing. He hated when anyone made Roxanne feel less than the confident leader she was. "They don't know what they're talking about. You're amazing, Roxy."

She looked up at him, her eyes softening. "You always know what to say."

He smiled, his sharp, lion-like teeth giving him a fierce appearance, but to her, it was comforting. Y/n wrapped his large arm around her, pulling her close in a gentle embrace. "I'll always be here for you. No matter what."

Just as Roxanne leaned into him, a flicker of the security system caught Y/n's attention. The Pizzaplex was quiet, but something wasn't right. His advanced sensors picked up a faint disturbance, something moving in the dark.

"I think we've got company," Y/n growled softly, his protective instincts kicking in. He gently released Roxanne and stood to his full height, towering over the other animatronics. "Stay close to me."

They made their way through the dimly lit hallways, Y/n's steps heavy and deliberate. His presence alone was enough to send shivers down anyone's spine, but his focus was entirely on keeping Roxanne safe. Whoever—or whatever—was in the Pizzaplex was about to meet the lion of the band.

As they turned a corner, the faint sound of metal scraping against the floor echoed. Y/n positioned himself in front of Roxanne, ready to protect her from any threat. His powerful fists clenched, enhanced by the hydraulics in his arms—a feature that gave him immense strength. With a single punch, he could send shockwaves through the floor or break down walls if needed, a feature that made him the powerhouse of the animatronic band.

A shadow shifted in the distance. Y/n narrowed his eyes, his muscles tensing as his enhanced arms prepared for action. Whoever it was, they were in for a rude awakening.