LOL (Lolbit x Reader)

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∆ Night Four: Clumsy Fuck ∆

(This chapter is looong. I was gonna split it into two but i decided not to. So enjoy!)

Your mind was a tempest, swirling with thoughts just out of reach. You had agreed to be Zach’s girlfriend, but that decision gnawed at you like a splinter lodged deep beneath your skin.

Why? Why couldn’t you simply be happy? Why did it weigh on your chest like a boulder, dragging you down, suffocating you? Why did it make you feel... sad?

As you stepped into the primary module, your heart sank at the empty room.

That's why. *He’s* why. Lolbit is why.

He was the source of the tangled emotions that suffocated you when it came to your life, to Zach. It wasn’t logical—it made no sense. Liking Zach, being with Zach, that was normal; that was human. But your heart? It ached for someone—or something—that couldn’t possibly reciprocate those feelings.

An animatronic. A machine.

You couldn’t shake the self-doubt. Surely, something had to be wrong with you, right? No sane person would feel this way. Falling for a *robot*? There had to be some deeply buried issue, something twisted lurking within you.

Maybe therapy was worth considering-

“Lolbit?” Your voice echoed, hollow and uncertain, in the empty room.

Silence. You doubted he’d even hear you, tucked away in whatever dimension he retreated to through those screens.

The room felt colder, lacking that usual spark of tension that always filled the air when Lolbit was around. Your gaze drifted aimlessly until it landed on a small figure on the desk.

What was that? a doll? No, an animatronic—smaller, with a white face and a skirt reminiscent of Ballora’s. Odd punctures marred its body, almost like... bite marks?

You hesitated, then reached out to poke it cautiously. It didn’t move. Good. You didn’t need more weirdness today.

“What the hell is this?” you muttered, the empty room offering no answers.

You shoved the creepy little figure aside and moved to sit on the desk as you usually did. But your eyes drifted toward the chair Lolbit always lounged in, claiming it as his own. Irrational frustration surged within you, tightening in your chest.

Not only had he invaded your thoughts and emotions, but he had the nerve to be a complete jerk yesterday. And now? he wasn’t even here, like he was avoiding you.

A surge of petty spite flared inside you. Fine. If he wasn’t going to show up, you’d take his damn chair. Without a second thought, you marched over and plopped yourself down into the seat, leaning back just as he would, legs crossed like you had all the time in the world.

“Take that, asshole,” you muttered under your breath, as if that small act of rebellion would get back at him for the confusion he’d caused in your life.

With a sigh, you stared at your phone, trying to lose yourself in meaningless scrolling. But the exhaustion—both physical and emotional—began to creep in. You were bored, drained, and with Lolbit gone, the emptiness of the room seeped into your bones, making it hard to fight off the heaviness pulling at your eyelids.

–

You were jolted awake, heart racing as if it were about to burst from your chest. Blinking in confusion, your eyes focused on the familiar sight of a purple bow atop a speaker, framed by orange fur and white metal. Instinctively, you looked up, only to meet Lolbit’s piercing gaze, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of his muzzle.