Survivor (Fnaf fanfic)

The Collector

I dry myself with a purple towel and looked into the mirror. The white patches on my navy blue fur look whiter and you can actually tell my fur is navy blue. I'm glad I don't have to worry about hair styles anymore, or makeup. Just took so much time putting it on as it is.

I get in my oversized PJs and got into bed. I thought about how much fun I had with Foxy today, it wasn't like any other of my relationships. It seemed meant to be this one,although he's a dead kid/animatronic but he had matured and grown up. Actually well mannered now that I think of it. I would seem crazy but by the fact I got turned into an animatron was the worst thing that could happen to me.

I sigh and poked at my sharp teeth that was way pass safety restrictions I bet. I fluff my pillow and tried to sleep but couldn't. I didn't know why until my stomach growled, of course I was fucking hungry. I get up with a groan and walked lazily towards the kitchen. I see a note on the counter and begin to read it:

Dear Sasha
Me and your Father left early to get a hotel room at San Antonio for the annual thanksgiving feast our family has had for generations. We will show the rest of the family a photo of you and tell them about what happened so you won't get shot on sight.

With love, your Mother

I put the note into the junk drawer in the kitchen and check what's in the fridge. I sigh and see some leftovers my parents forgot from them eating at McBees barbecue. I grab the bag and separate it's contents onto the island. I chomped on some brisket, ate a few pork ribs leaving the bone literally clean, and had a whole pint size cup of peach cobbler.

I'm amazed I'm not fat because my daily food consumption really fucking increased. I put what's left back into the bag and put it back in the fridge satisfied. I yawn and slump back to my room then got back in bed feeling the effects of sleep overtake me.

I begin to hear some strange noises and blink the sleep from my eyes to just be blinded by a bright light. I feel something poking my head, giving me a slight headache. I shift a bit and some lady just screams "ITS AWAKE!"
I look up and see that I'm in some sort of lab strapped to a table surrounded by medical equipment and a tray full of needles, scalpels, and wrenches.

Scientist were slowly backing up from me and I struggle with the bindings, a deep voice sounds from in front of the table "There's no use trying to struggle now. I'm glad I get to add you to my Collection." I see a man in his mid 50s with white grayish hair, a pair of goggles on and a leather trench-coat. He starts to slowly stroke the side of my muzzle so I yanked my head in another direction to avoid his touch.

"Ah you are a Unique one indeed. I'm glad my partner made you this way." The man tells me with a sinister smile just to be confronted by a demonic voice "Yes she took a lot of my energy to make Collector, plus it was hard since I don't usually give life." I then look to the left side of the table to see Golden Freddy looking down at me with his black and lifeless eyes.

His teeth begin to change as sharp as mine along with a snarl. "Welcome to hell mortal" I growl and spit in his face. The Collector chuckles then faces a man behind him "Here's the payment for capturing this one." and hands him a thick package of cash. The restraints holding me are unlocked and a couple guards handcuff me as I'm led to a cage.

(Mikes POV)
Me and a SWAT team are waiting outside of the kidnappers compound. We surround a group of vehicles that we followed after Sasha was taken. When she got dragged away I heard noises from her room to see 3 men carrying her to the vehicles.

After I followed them here I called the police department and they sent a tactical team to help me. We have been waiting for an hour now. I flip the safety off of the M9 I borrowed from the Team leader and we close in on the doors. "Ok we will set breaching charges onto the door and we will throw in flashbangs." The team leader orders in a way I can understand.

The breaching charges went off setting the door into splinters. Two flash grenades get thrown in and detonate with a POP. I run in and pistol whip a guard then shoot down 2 others.

2 men stay behind to clean up, so me and 3 others are running down a long corridor into a giant room of cages. The sight was horrendous, the cages were just glass tubes with animatronics chained onto the floor and ceiling we pass one by one until I see Sasha in one with fake diamonds on the glass and her hanging from chains made of gold. I shoot the glass, making it shatter and begin working the locks on her left hand.

(Sasha's POV)

After sleeping chained into a overly pampered tube I began to feel movement on my left chain. I begin to open my eyes and see 3 SWAT officers scanning the room with M4A1s and see Mike picking the lock on the chain. "Mike.... You came back for me." Mike gave me a reassuring glance and unlocked the chain. I begin to swing on my right and Mike picks that one.
"Mike where did you learn how to pick locks?"

" I have friends in the Military!" He says proud of himself. I rub my wrists and follow the SWAT team out. When we got outside there is SWAT vans loaded with scientists and captured guards all over. A news chopper was hovering over and a few paparazzis snapping photos of me as Mike supports me to his car.

Police officers were being trampled by a combined paparazzi force trying to hold them back from me, so Mike hurries me into the passenger seat but we didn't leave in time. The giant paparazzi was surrounding the car like water in a flood, they were pounding the windows and even trying to climb the car as Mike was trying to get out into traffic. He honks the horn and floors it when the paparazzi scatters, almost getting hit by a semi.

"Who the hell captured you?" Asks Mike with a concerned tone.

"Some guy called 'The Collecter'." I answered

"Well he did have a inhumane way of showing he collects animatronics" Mike shivers probably remembering the showcase. The rest of the ride was silent thankfully, so I was able to catch some Zs.