(A/N: This is, again, me. Hi. I'm just going to clarify that I'm going to use Faith if the story isn't a prompt, and if it is then I'll use Jack. Anyway. This is if Fredbear never showed up when Faith died and she ended up a Phoney.)
Something hurt.
Everything hurt.
Her head. Her wrist. Small points of pain everywhere.
Could she see? She didn't know.
She could. She was in a bright room, on a hospital bed. The sharp light and bland room made her think she was, in fact, in a hospital.
Someone walked in. A man with a blue rotary phone for a head.
Something told her that the fact that the man had a phone for a head was unnatural. But another part of her said, it's all I've known.
The man smiled and introduced herself as Scott.
She would have said her name, but she didn't remember it. She did, however, manage to say some static-filled variation of "Where am I?"
Scott paused for a moment. "The Factory. You're in the Factory."
The Factory. It seemed like a fantasy hellhole made specifically for ruining people's lives. Another name for it tugged at the back of her mind. "Afton Robotics."
Scott nodded. "Yep! You work here."
"Who... who am I?" She didn't want to ask and hated how it sounded like an existential question, but she genuinely didn't know her own name.
"Your name's Scottie. You work here."
She nodded, lifting a hand and feeling the hard plastic- or metal? Of her head. Strange. Everything was strange. Statickey. She didn't like it. "Okay."
Scott sighed at her confusion. "Don't worry, it'll all make sense soon. It's the Joy of Creation, employee."
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FanfictionI decided that I was just going to have an entire separate story for my oneshots. A Promise Fulfilled is yet to be updated.
