LOL (Lolbit x Reader)

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∆ Conflicting Emotions ∆

You-

Brushing your hair, you couldn’t help but feel a wave of relief wash over you. Finally, the privacy of home. A chance to think. But all you really wanted to figure out was why the hell you were acting like some schoolgirl with a crush around Lolbit.

You’ve known the guy—er, animatronic—for three days. Three! And he wants to kill you if you don’t somehow manage to make him like you. Yet here you were, blushing and giggling like an idiot every time he so much as glanced your way or brushed against you.

Okay, maybe you weren’t literally giggling, but the way your stomach flipped anytime he got close? It might as well be the same thing.

But it wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. He's a robot, for fucks sake! It'd be seriously weird to have feelings for a robot fox! This was just adrenaline—that constant rush from being around not just him, but the others who could end your life at any second. That had to be it. And proximity, right? You’d been stuck in so many high-stress situations together. Anyone would feel something in situations like that.

Besides, you were probably just confusing it with gratitude. He had saved your life—twice. Who wouldn’t feel a little something after that?

It’s nothing serious. Just some temporary crush your brain cooked up to cope with all the chaos. It’ll fade. You just needed time and space, and the feelings would disappear. They had to.

You tried desperately to cling to the excuses you’d built up—adrenaline, proximity, gratitude—anything to make sense of these weird feelings for Lolbit. And they did make some sense. Didn’t they?

But…

Your mind kept drifting back to earlier. When you woke up, groggy and bleary-eyed, your phone’s alarm had blared, pulling you from sleep. Reaching for it, you realized something was off.

You’d been snuggled up to Lolbit.

Not just close, but curled into his side like you belonged there. Your face nestled against his chest, your body leaning into his like it was the most natural thing in the world. And in your half-asleep state, it hadn’t registered how strange that was. You hadn’t questioned it. You were too tired to care.

But now, standing alone in the quiet of your bathroom, the memory wouldn't leave you alone, playing on repeat.

Why hadn’t he pushed you off? Lolbit wasn’t exactly the affectionate type. Hell, he’d electrocuted you once, dropped you, even choked you.  And yet, in that moment, he hadn’t moved. He’d let you stay, pressed against his chest like it was perfectly normal.

But what really got you was the look on his face. He wasn't annoyed or angry. He looked… miserable. Yet, he didn't shove you away. He could’ve, should’ve, but he didn't.

Your cheeks flushed as you stared at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, heat rising in your skin as the memory lingered.

Unbelievable. Even just thinking about him made you blush.

What the hell was wrong with you?

“Gah—focus, focus! I’m supposed to be getting ready for a date!”

Yes, a date with Zach. Zach—the guy you should be interested in. The one who was real and tangible, not some animatronic with a sadistic sense of humor and a knack for invading your thoughts.

Forcing away any lingering thoughts of Lolbit—like how he had carried you so protectively—was harder than it should've been. No! You had to push those thoughts aside.