Order Restored ~Foxy X Female Reader

Eleven

Your eyes shut tightly in fear as you screamed your voice dry. You didn't want to do this. Not at all. You knew that whoever was in that office was surely going to die tonight, and it would be on your hands.

Speaking of hands, yours were shaking, and just now you realized that your voice was gone and replaced by the sound of fast footsteps. 

"What are you doing here?" The man yelled, holding a flashlight as he approached.

From what you could see, he was pale, very pale, and had short black hair. Too bad it wouldn't be like that for long, you thought to yourself as you looked up at him without speaking.

Before he could say another word, he was yanked away from you viciously by the rabbit, who used his hands to rip the head clean from the man's body. Your face paled and you gagged, turning to puke behind you and into a trashcan next to the table. Nausea swamped over you in waves as you saw a small splatter of blood near your feet, making you want to release even more fluids. the rabbit had been so calm while killing the poor, unsuspecting man. 

The image of his headless body flashed through your mind again and you threw up a second time, unwillingly.  Wiping your mouth, you turned to look at those chuckling behind you.

"He's g-g-gone now, human," Freddy said, looking directly at you.

"You're sick," You spat, glaring up at the brown bear.

"Watch y-y-yer tone l-l-l-lassie," Foxy growled behind you, hook pressed against your shoulder.

Taking a deep breath you looked down at the floor, avoiding eye contact. There were some heavy footsteps before the next voice spoke.

"Leave her be, Foxy! She's probably got a weak stomach right now," The chicken said.

"Sh-sh-shut up, Ch-chica, y-y-ye never d-d-do anything!"

"Stop," Freddy instantly ordered, putting a hand on your free shoulder and pulling you from the fox, "Ch-chica's right, she j-just watched another p-p-person die, I think she needs some space."

You were confused about why the chicken was helping you, but also grateful and didn't question as the fox snorted and stomped away to his cove where he yanked the curtains shut. Your shoulders slumped down as the situation dawned on you once more. That poor man...dead, simply torn apart as though he had been a lego. Sorrow cascaded down on you as you thought more about it and it sank down until even your face was exposing the deep emotional turmoil in your body.

"Y-You may go sit b-b-backstage un-n-ntil the bell rings," Freddy said, bringing you from your trance. 

Nodding you left and went to where he said, where there were...suits. Everywhere. Animatronic heads, even an extra endo-skeleton was sat on the table. It reeked in the room, horrible, like something rotting. Sighing, you sat down against the wall next to the door, giving in to the exhaustion. For some reason all your limbs were tired. Then, your eyelids fell.

Looking around, you saw that you were in a house. Not one that you particularly knew either, although...it looked...familiar. The bedroom with two doors and a closet in the center was strangely something you knew. Looking around, you saw a little boy on the floor, curled in the corner, crying. Walking up to him, you knelt down.

"Hey, what's wrong?" You asked, lifting his chin.

He sniffled and looked up at you, moving a brown lock from his eyes.

"Th-they're coming for me," He whispered, rubbing his red eyes. Bags layered the underneath, unusual since he was a child.

"Who?" You asked, but then, everything went dark.

"I will put you back together,"

Sitting up quickly your breath hitched in fear. Something was not right with that dream, not at all. You looked around and realized you were still in the backstage room, on the cold floor. You stood quickly, wrinkling your nose from the stench. Something was in here, something that was rotting, you thought, looking around.

How you regretted that. In the corner, there was a faded yellow rabbit suit. In it were multiple torn holes along the fabric, wires poking out in random places. But the worst part was the smell. And...when you looked at the face, the mouth of the suit was open and under it was a red, rotting face, muscle barely clinging to the skull as the mouth was open in an O, a few small teeth here and there.

You gasped before fainting.

"AYE! W-wh-where be th-the l-l-lassie?!"

You shot up at the sound of the yell and looked around. Gulping you stood quickly and scrambled from the room, and away from the rotting corpse. The stage was occupied by the three main animatronics, while the fox paced around their shut-down forms.

"H-here!" You gasped, blinking heavily, "Sorry, I fell asleep."

"Come," The fox grunted, walking back to his cove.

You followed slowly, not wanting to return but knowing that you needed to, or you'd die. Like the man in the suit, or the night guards, or Zack.

Sighing, you closed the curtain behind you before turning to the dark area, where the glowing beams of the fox's eyes were illuminating the stage. He sat on the edge, looking at something. It was then you noticed he was intensely dirty.

Maybe if you offered to clean him, he'd be nice? It was a good idea, try to get to his better side. Escape would be easy that way.

"Hey...F-Foxy?" You stuttered, mentally cursing yourself. There was a click so you continued, "Um...I noticed your dirty, would you like me to clean you?"