Order Restored ~Foxy X Female Reader

One

You turned around, flashlight shining the dark and ominous room around you. Shadows grew and shrank as you moved, searching the area. Boxes were piled high and almost to the roof, while the floor was cold, hard, tile. A pipe dripped water off to the left, echoing and disturbing the excruciating silence. You walked forward and toward the door ahead. It led somewhere unknown, somewhere exciting. You could feel the adrenaline pass through your limbs in a fast rush, giving you energy and causing your heart to beat faster.

Your light flickered and you smacked it, trying to shake the batteries around, but it did nothing, and the light vanished, leaving you in total darkness. The only sounds were your breathing and the sound of dripping-

"F/n!"

You sat up from the desk quickly at the call of your friend. The drawing was almost finished, a clown in an alleyway. He had tons of detail, the last part left was his face and make-up, and you were in the area of comfort to finish it this morning.

"Yeah? What's up?" You called back, wishing to go back into the dreamland.

"Me and Charles are going to get food, want anything?" He asked, walking in.

Zack was tall, had short, bull-cut black hair and bright brown eyes that almost, almost, gave you a crush on him. He was wearing the normal black New York hoodie with a pair of black sweatpants and black Vans.

"Uhh..." You thought for a moment and looked at the clock, realizing it was almost lunch, "A smoothie, please."

"Strawberry?" Zack guessed, turning around.

You laughed lightly, "As usual."

He clapped as he walked away, signaling he was leaving.

You looked down at the page, but no longer felt the urge to draw and decided to go look for something creepy and cool on your desktop downstairs. After skipping down the carpeted squares, you walked into the kitchen to get a drink then back to the living room, where on one side was a couch, across from it a TV, and on the other a desk.

You sat in the chair and turned the computer on to log into your profile. Clicking on the internet browser, you got comfortable and started going through the usual news sights, looking for anything that grabbed your attention. After about ten minutes of scrolling, you found a headline.

'Family attraction holds secrets, multiple children reported missing'

You shrugged and clicked, deciding to read. Under the headline was a picture of a robotic bear on a stage with a robotic rabbit and chicken next to it. All were humanized, the bear wearing a top hat and bowtie while holding a mic, the rabbit with a red bowtie and guitar, and the chicken with a bib and cupcake on a plate. Under it was the article.

"Famous family diner, Fazbear's Family Diner, closed down after horrifying and brutal attack on a child from an animatronic bear. Main characters, Fredbear and Spring Bonnie, are now quarantined until research is condoned and evidence of malfunction is found. A young child was at the diner, reporter says, for his birthday party when his older brother and friends decided, as a prank, to bring the young boy to the stage.
'The child seemed to have an extreme fear of the robots', bystander says.
The boy was lifted by the teens to Fredbear, who was singing with his jaw moving. The boy was put into the mouth, where Fredbear closed and tore off his frontal lobe. After ambulances arrived and paramedics removed the child from the robot, both characters shut down, twitching and malfunctioning.
Identity has requested to be confidential, but the child is currently in urgent care with almost fatal wounds.

You sat back, wide-eyed. The place had been shut down, then reopened at a new location with entirely new characters, which were most like the three in the photo. Below the first was an article of how five children were at the new location but reported missing.

"That would be a cool place to go to."