Cat Toy - A Fnaf OC Fiction

Chapter One

  There was a time where she was new. The newest shiny toy in Fazbear's Pizzeria. A delight to the children since she stood at their height. But children can be cruel. Now she waits for her scrapped fate, in the room of parts and service.

The metal door swung open, hitting the checkered wall behind it. Standing there was a bunny of blue, his gaze cascading to the shutdown withered ones. Scanning the room, the bun then left, closing the door behind him with a loud slam.

"Is that copy gone?" A male voice rang out.

"Yes," A female voice responded from the darkness.

Metal creaked as someone...no...something wandered about to the other side of the small area. The room, littered in spare parts and other mechanical pieces, chirred about as a large robot shuffled through.

"Aye, get up," The male voice called.

"Arrgh, what do ye want?" A thick accented cry arose. A shuffle of skidding metal screeched across the ground as something sharp drifted on the flooring.

White pupils glowed in the darkness. Two sets of beedy, white eyes stared into each other's robotic sockets.

"The toys did their check for the night, we're ok, Foxy," The first voice declared.

"Thanks, lad," the second call murmured, "who else be awake?"

"I am," The female called from across the room in a whisper. A creak and a groan rung out as heavy metal footsteps came closer to the two male voices.

"Is Freddy awake, Chica?" The one called Foxy asked.

"I'm not sure," The female responded, "He could just be staring off again, he hasn't been acting himself lately."

"What about that scrap toy?" Foxy inquired, "Are they awake, lass?"

"I do not hear the shuffle of metal, but I can't tell otherwise," The female, Chica, returned with a sigh of some sort.

Foxy jolted up and onto his scathed metal feet. He clanked his hook against the wall in a loud manner, "Get up, ye landlubber!"

A rusted squeak bounced around the room, a growl of anger arose from someone's throat, "Shut up will you, I'm trying to rest in peace."

"Get up, Freddy," The first male voice sighed, scraping his feet upon the floor, approaching the the other robot.

"Fine, fine," Freddy sat up with a squeak of his endoskeleton, "Only because you interrupted my daydream and I can't remember it."

"Hey, Bonnie, you want to head out and grab a flashlight, maybe we can fix the scrap," Chica said.

"Why would we want to fix the scrap?" Freddy rolled his functioning robotic eye.

"They could give us some intel on the toys," The first male voice, Bonnie, responded. He stopped in front of the metal door, "Are you guys sure I should go?"

Foxy chuckled, "Just go and stop being a big bunny wuss."

Bonnie groaned and opened the door with a small creak. He peaked his indigo head out and scanned the hallways for anyone lurking in the shadows. Being as quiet as possible, he tiptoed towards the guard office.

A static sound was looming above him. He quickly scurried into a party room and pressed himself as flat as he could against the wall. The static soon faded out going back the way he came from.

The large, broken rabbit stuck his head out and looked up. Nothing. Thank goodness, he thought with relief. Tucking his head back into the party room door, he gazed around the room for another exit. Seeing only two decorated tables and posters, Bonnie went to leave, but then something caught his eye. A vent!

But what vent could contain his seven foot self?

This vent looked larger than the usual ones from inside parts and service. He shuffled over to it and squatted down. It was his size! Bonnie positioned himself in front of the hefty, air duct and began to clamber inside as quiet as he possibly could.

His metal endoskeleton hand scraped along the inner lining of the vent, pulling himself along. Turning the corner of the vent was slightly difficult but plausible. Once he made it through, he stood himself up and looked around the office.

No guard was inside, for it was only eleven thirty.

The faceless bun looked around for a flashlight. His white pupils searched the capacity of the large office, finally eyeing a black, metal flashlight on the oak desk. Bonnie reached out and snatched it in a flash.

"What are you doing with that?" A childish voice mused behind him.

Bonnie shrieked loudly and turned around as fast as his mechanical body could. There standing before him was a round ball of an animatronic with a ball for a head that vaguely resembled a small human. This is one of the few times where Bonnie missed the front half of his face, for his optic sensors no longer provided clear vision

Bonnie squinted, "It's passed hours, what are you doing here, kid?"

"Hello," The blurred figure said with a giggle, "Hi."

"You just said hello!" Bonnie groaned and stepped a little closer to the small character in front of him, "Wait...you're too shiny to be a kid...you're a toy!"

"Now, what are you doing with that flashlight?" The, now figured out to be, animatronic asked in a playful tone. Their features were becoming more clear. It looked to be a small, human-like boy with a red and blue striped shirt and navy pants. Their arms were small and had balls at the end up them, one holding a red and yellow striped balloon and another holding a sign saying, "Balloons!"

Bonnie didn't respond to the small, devious toy. Instead, he quickly shuffled past him, flashlight in hand, and quickly stepped down the hallway.

He stayed close to the checkered walls, which were littered with children's drawings and promotional posters. Metal scraped along the black and white floor. Mechanical mechanisms moved in the dark. Bonnie kept shuffling, until he got to parts and service. He nudged the door open with his intact shoulder and turned on the flash light. He pointed it around the room towards where he could hear the metal scrapes on the floor. The dim light shined upon a withered red fox and a yellow, broken jawed chicken.

"I have the flashlight, guys," Bonnie murmured, "time to get to work."