Withered Memories FNAF Fanfic

The Fox's Rampage

She woke up in a cold sweat, trembling from the cold. A little square of light was visible above her, and she realized with a start that the ladder was down. Confused, she looked quickly around the darkness and listened hard, but heard nothing. What the...? She squinted up the ladder but it was as empty and silent as the rest of the place. What was going on here? 

Apprehension making her stomach turn, she decided to risk it and began to climb. Whatever was waiting up there wasn't as terrifying to her as being forgotten to die in some oubliette*. 

The bars of the ladder were slick and wet and the whole place stank like mildew. Nausea and sick, born of nerves, rocked her body, slowing her down, but she didn't stop. Instead she focused on her hands passing over one another as she ascended. Soon she reached the top and sucked in fresh, cool air. 

She scooted away from the trapdoor, and looked around, still trying to calm her belly with lungfuls of clean air.  

She was in a hallway behind the stage, she saw, and it was dark, quiet, and empty. There were several doors leading to various rooms, the trapdoor near her feet, and the ends of the hall arched up slight inclines that led back around to the front of the stage. She knew this place, her trapdoor was on the stage, presumably right across from this one and through the wall in front of her.  

This stage, some long time ago, must have been used by people instead of animatronics, she wagered. There was no way that the animatronics could squeeze into some of the tiny spaces that littered the place. That must be why there were so many trap doors, hidden rooms, and unused back-entrances to the main stage. She was almost sure that the things in the room below had been costumes and props. 

That didn't explain why she had been thrown down there though, or by whom, or how she had come to escape so easily. 

She took another deep breath to steady her nerves, thinking. She found herself wondering, once again, how she had missed so much of the Pizzeria in her time here. Her hands were shaking so badly that she couldn't steady them, and her legs felt like jello. 

She was so busy trying to calm herself that she didn't hear the footsteps off to her right until they were much closer than she felt comfortable with. It was hard to tell from exactly where they came, since the hall was carpeted, and the odd shape of the hall made the echoes sort of distorted, but she was sure they were closing in.  

She scooted back against the wall behind her, trying to blend into the spot where the shadows were thickest, ready to flee at a moment's notice. Whoever it was cast a shape on the wall as it came closer, stopping her from running. She was sure she knew that silhouette! 

Her suspicions were confirmed when the animatronic stepped out of the thicker shadows, and she almost cried out in joy. 

It was foxy! He was broken worse than ever, but there was no doubt that it was him standing a short distance from her in the dim light. 

When he spotted her, he opened his mouth and a terrible grinding noise came out, hurting her ears and shattering her momentary happiness. She covered them, suddenly scared. She had never heard Foxy do that before, even when he had had a voice, and she vaguely wondered if he was the same foxy that she had known before. 

He started towards her, hoisting his hooked arm into the air, eyes glowing yellow in the darkness. She was terrified now, and backed away. The noise grew louder as he came closer and closer. She jumped up and turned to run from him and ran smack into another animatronic. The jolt caused her to lose her balance and fall backwards onto her bottom. Her stomach lurched as one of her hands missed the floor and groped the open air above the still open trap door instead, but she caught herself before tumbling back down it.