Cat Toy - A Fnaf OC Fiction

Chapter Eight

  A/N: seeing as this is getting attention again (for some reason but thank you 🥺🥺). And seeing as Fnaf is becoming popular again according to tiktok and I have plenty of time with quarantine to update this; without further ado, I am the man behind the slaughter.

  Mel could wonder what it would be like if she didn't exist within the pizzeria. Likely, things would change, wouldn't they?

The office was different. Two doors; with light and close buttons on each side. Honestly quiet suspicious; why was it built this way?

She had a lot of questions. Why was she alive? How was she alive? Never thought a seemingly lifeless robot would be a philosopher.

Mary, having to stay in the kitchen, reflected upon the past. She wondered if they remembered who they were before. She didn't remember her name; but she did remember her father.

Her father had worked on animatronics with his business partner. The Marionette had been her favorite. She worked security and kept track of certain kids. Mary had thought in her own mind that The Marionette had cared even without the spiritual aspect.

She shook away these thoughts and listened for the guard's jingle of keys to come through. It was the day guard, Alex.

Kids would be coming in soon. Time to start the day.

—

  Mellsey sulked in parr's and services. She was a mere backup if an animatronic glitched on stage. So not cool.

  Kicking her legs back and forth like a child, she waited for the day to end. It didn't end faster when she stared at the clock.

  Honestly, it seemed to tick slower when she stared too long. The cat carefully removed herself from the table and inched towards the door.

  Peaking out, she could see kids running around, parents chattering without noticing their children missing, and best of all, the band performing.

  Mellsey yearned to be up on that stage or playing with the kids, but Mary told her to play it safe and mother knows best.

  Almost always.

  Mellsey has a feeling there's stuff that they other animatronics aren't telling her. It makes her upset that she's left out.

  She wishes she were more.

  —

  Foxy had finished a tale when the curtains closed, stars and purple were all he could see.

  Purple. Like a uniform.

  Laughter. Masks. Fredbear. Suit—

  Without realizing it, he was dragging his new hook across his abdomen. Why is it sharp?

  He was torn; but there was something inside. He kicked his feet until his hook could reach. His chest felt tight but he's not alive; not anymore.

  There was nothing inside his suit. Nothing but an endoskelton; but it felt like something was there.

  Foxy had unintentionally put himself out of order, yes.

  But he was now aware there is more to him than a robot.