New Animatronic (reader insert)

Then Shit Happens

"Ow, Ow." Mike winced as Jeremy cleaned his cut in his arm.

"Well you shouldn't have tried to tackle them." A/n scolded him as she dragged Foxy's unconscious body away from the supply room door. New scratches were on the metal, from when he tried to break in. Jeremy was put in there again, and we shoved Mike inside after he had tried to take on Samantha in Chica's suit. Didn't end well, he had a bruised chest, a cut on his leg, a slash on his forehead from wires, and a semi deep cut on his right arm.

I sat on the table exhausted. How much work it took to just be able to physically shove the spirits out of the suits they inhabited, then fight them as ghost, with the having the upper hand knowing more about what they can do. I can't stress enough how I hate teleporting and spontaneous disappearances. A/n couldn't help me, she couldn't touch any of the ghost, her hand would go right through. So she was busy dealing with the animatronic part.

Oh, and on that, A/n almost broke down crying because she thought she had punched Foxy too hard. He did fly back a good few feet and hit the wall hard, Trevor struggled to get back up. But a/n momentarily forgot that wasn't Foxy and almost ran to him to help him. She still didn't look to good now, actually, she was rubbing Foxy's chest, in the area where she had hit him.

Chica, asleep like Foxy, was lying on the ground towards the end of the hall. Freddy was in the storage room, still, Bonnie was laying by the vent to the left. Oh, and that metal shelf we used to hold the storage room door shut. Yeah, that was split in two.

"You do this every night?" A/n gasped for breath, holding her hands on her knees and bending over. Jeremy nodded without a word and Mike scoffed. "Yeah, it's a joy. Ahh!" He hissed at the pain when Jeremy started wrapping his arm with the bandages from the first aid kit. "Fuck..." He gritted his teeth. I didn't bother to say anything about Mike's choice of words. He wouldn't have heard me anyways.

"This is so bad." I groaned and turned to my side to look down the hallway. The dim lights were on, management was going to be here soon, these animatronics were still out here, Mike's blood was on the floor in scattered areas, scratches were on the walls, the door, and floor. This was really bad, not the worst it's been, but bad.

"I'll see if I can get one of-o-o-of the toys to help out." A/n said quietly and walked down the hallway without anything else.

"Huh, What?" A voice came from the vents. A loud bang and Toy Bonnie yelled out, "Ow! My head!" "I forgot he was down there." I said to myself and flew down to the vent. He had fallen asleep a few hours ago, and we just left him there, gave us one less vent to check and worry about. He crawled out rubbing his head and groaning. A/n had run back over, surprised that Bon-Bon was still there.

"What were you doing? Where you asleep the whole time?" She questioned looking him over and gesturing to the vent. He nodded and smiled, "Yeah! That was a good nap! Until I hit my head, that is."

"How in the, What?" I flew up to his height level and continued, "How could you sleep through all that?"

He shrugged. "I dunno. Probably the same way she could." He then pointed to Carolyn, who was still asleep in the corner. She numbed and mumbled something to herself and flipped over. I found it weird she didn't wake up, too. Wow, must have been draining.

"Well, it don't matter now. Can you help me drag these guys back to the storage room?" A/n didn't wait for a response and grabbed Bon-Bon's hand to take him to Foxy. I sat back down on the desk, not really knowing what to do to help. I couldn't move much, still uncertain on my tangibility. Jeremy and Mike were taking care of each other, Jeremy staying quiet as he helped Mike. He kept trying to get a conversation going, but Jeremy didn't catch on.