forgotten wolf animatronic (creepypasta)

Chapter 1 The Forgotten Wolf

In 2024, an eerie silence draped over the dense forest near the abandoned pizzeria grounds. The mist moved like a shroud through twisted trees, absorbing every sound until even the rustle of leaves felt subdued. Somewhere deeper in the shadows, Masky, Hoodie, and Toby prowled—silent, precise, their steps guided by the instincts sharpened under Slenderman's command. Tonight, they wandered into an uncharted part of the forest, untouched by proxies and spoken of in fearful whispers by the locals. This part of the woods was rumored to hold restless spirits, a place stained by memories that refused to fade.

With flashlights in hand, they melted into the darkness, each step drawing them closer to something unknown. Tales of strange happenings in these woods had been whispered for years—phantom sightings, echoes of lost souls. Yet they weren't deterred; each one of them was a shadow in their own right, hardened by experiences that made fear seem trivial. Whatever awaited here would have to be truly haunting to even stir their nerves.

As they ventured further, their lights caught a shape slumped against an ancient tree—a figure, almost hidden within the thickening mist. Moving closer, the beam revealed an animatronic wolf, damaged and decayed, with patches of scorched fur and corroded metal, its frame barely holding together. Time and neglect had done their worst; the artificial fur was peeling back, revealing wires and broken circuits, as if someone had tried to erase it from existence but stopped halfway.

But it wasn't the lifeless animatronic that caused them to pause. A boy stood beside it, faint as a whisper, his figure translucent yet undeniably present. He gazed at the wolf with an expression that was both vacant and deeply sorrowful. No older than thirteen, he wore outdated clothes, his face bearing a melancholy too heavy for his age.

Noticing the trio's approach, he looked up, his eyes empty and timeless, reflecting years of grief. He extended a hand toward the animatronic's muzzle, a reverent slowness in his movement. Masky, Hoodie, and Toby watched as his hand connected with the rusted metal, his form flickering for a moment before fading, dissolving into the animatronic as if he were a mist drawn into its core.

Then, the wolf stirred. The decayed frame jolted, wires sparking as it struggled against the decay that bound it. A burnt, metallic odor filled the air as the animatronic's shuddering form tried to move, then slumped back into silence, its head sagging as the final sparks fizzled out.

Masky, Hoodie, and Toby exchanged glances, a rare unease settling over them. They'd seen monsters, spirits, and horrors of all kinds, yet something about this was different—a sadness wrapped in anger that clung to the air like smoke.

"Did... did anyone else see that?" Masky murmured, his voice barely a whisper.

Suddenly, the animatronic wolf released a low, growling sound, its hollow eyes igniting with a dim, flickering red. From deep within its throat came a voice, soft and laced with despair.

"You shouldn't have come here."

The words drifted through the silence, weighted with a haunting sadness that seemed to echo through the trees. The trio stood still, instincts sharp but their expressions guarded. The boy's voice held no malice, only a warning, as if he'd been wrenched from a nightmare he had yet to escape.

Hoodie tilted his head, his flashlight lowered but ready. "What's your name, kid?"

For a moment, there was silence, then the voice replied, wavering, "Saber... Saber Afton."

Toby took a step forward, his grin fading, replaced by a morbid curiosity. "So, Saber, how long you been hiding out in this... junkyard body?"

Saber's form reappeared, flickering beside the animatronic, his face a mix of defiance and resignation. "Since I was put here... trapped. If this body breaks, I break."

Hoodie and Masky exchanged glances, a silent understanding passing between them. Toby simply shrugged, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Well, we might know someone who can help with that," Masky said, his tone casual but assured.

Saber looked up, surprise flashing across his eyes. "Help?"

"We don't promise miracles, but we've got contacts," Hoodie said evenly, a hint of empathy in his voice. "Someone who can handle... situations like this."

The boy hesitated, his form flickering, but finally he nodded, slipping back into the animatronic. The wolf struggled to move, metal grinding against metal, but it followed, determined, as the trio led him out of the forest's cursed shadows and toward a glimmer of hope.

They led Saber to a hidden workshop, a place dimly lit and cluttered with spare parts, scattered tools, and piles of broken machinery. The technician inside, one of Slenderman's contacts, raised an eyebrow as they entered, saying nothing but watching the trio with cautious curiosity.

Upon examining the animatronic, it was evident that repair was out of the question; the damage was too extensive, every component rusted and brittle. The technician sighed, shaking his head. "This is a wreck. We'll need to start from scratch."

Inside his rusted shell, Saber gave a nod. Despite his reluctance, he couldn't deny it—the current body was failing him.

With a quiet resolve, the technician began work, sketching out a new design. Saber's new form would be larger, towering over seven feet, sleek and fierce with a polished metal frame. His wolf shape would be reborn, this time more predatory, layered with colors that would glint in dim light—white, black, flashes of green, blue, and crimson. It would be a body designed to endure.

As hours passed, the workshop filled with the hum of welding, the smell of hot metal, and the flicker of sparks. Piece by piece, Saber's new frame came to life, a fusion of metal and strength, his wolf form poised to withstand the test of time.

Halfway through, the workshop's temperature dropped, and shadows seemed to deepen. Masky, Hoodie, and Toby turned, sensing an unmistakable presence. Slenderman stood in the doorway, silent and observing. He tilted his featureless face toward the animatronic on the workbench, his voice echoing in their minds.

"What is your name?"

Saber hesitated, bitterness coloring his voice as he replied, "Saber... Saber Afton." The name tasted sour on his tongue. After a pause, he added, "Afton... as in William Afton."

Slenderman inclined his head, as if this had confirmed something he'd suspected. "Afton... I knew of your father's children but believed there were only three."

A shadow passed over Saber's face as he whispered, "Michael, Elizabeth, and Chris... they're known. But there were more." He took a shuddering breath. "Terrence, Damien, and... me."

A profound silence settled in the room, punctuated only by the soft hum of machinery. Slenderman's presence loomed closer, his curiosity deepening.

"And... where are they now?"

Saber's voice quivered with grief and fury. "Gone. Terrence... ended his life, and Damien... was killed just before me." He averted his gaze, memories too painful to meet.

Slenderman observed him, studying the storm of emotions that stirred within the boy. Finally, he spoke, his voice a blend of calm authority and empathy.

"Then join us, Saber," he said. "You've endured enough alone. From today, you are part of my family."

Saber's guarded expression softened in surprise, though he quickly masked it. "A family?"

Slenderman extended his hand, a silent gesture of acceptance. "A family that knows the weight of shadows."

Masky, Hoodie, and Toby shared a glance, each hiding a faint smile. Slenderman's unusual habit of adopting those who'd been wronged by fate had grown again.

Saber hesitated but finally extended a clawed hand to meet Slenderman's invitation. In that moment, a sense of belonging settled over him—a purpose that he had long since lost.