#possessed animatronics

[trashyswitch]

Dangerous? Or Friendly?

Mike is fearful of the animatronics. I mean, can you blame him? They're huge! But Abby appears to gain their trust really quickly. Who are these ghost kids hidden in the animatronics? And why do they want to play with him so badly?

Thus begins the first of many FNAF Movie fanfics. I had started this fanfic before watching the movie. Then, when I watched the movie, I went home and tweaked it before finishing off the rest of the story. Naturally, this fanfic is going to contain spoilers. But despite that, I hope you like it!

Mike stared at the huge bear animatronic that was walking closer to him. He had picked up a chair in an attempt to hit the bear animatronic…or at the very least, keep some space between them…He desperately didn’t want to die by the animatronics tonight. All he wanted was to finish this shift and get the heck out of there. 

“Mike!” He heard, running from the animatronics up to her brother. “They wouldn’t stop tickling me. I thought I was gonna die!” Abby explained. 

Mike was too busy staring at the orange-coloured eyes of the bear animatronic. It was not only huge, but the thing was growling at him suspiciously. He was too busy focusing on that, to realize Abby’s choice of words at first. 

“Freddy…this is my brother, Mike.” Abby told the bear. 

The bear looked Mike up and down, still suspicious of the adult in front of it. Mike didn’t know what to say…or even what to do. The only thing keeping him safe was the wooden chair in his hands. According to Abby, these huge machines weren’t really hurting her…well, not technically. They were tickling her, but not really causing any other harm to her. But he didn’t care if they were harmless right now…the animatronics were still hella terrifying…

Freddy’s eyebrows dropped their ferocious scowl and raised into a more ‘happy’ facial expression. Mike was a little taken aback by this. Was Freddy…not angry at him anymore? Then, the bunny animatronic started making its way up to Mike next. Still scared of the other animatronics, Mike quickly aimed the chair towards the bunny, making sure to keep some distance between them. “Stay there.” He warned. “Abby, get behind me.” he attempted to order.

Abby looked at her brother with worry. “They’re not gonna hurt you. You’re with me.” She told him. 

Mike was still unsure though. He'd rather risk losing their trust and keep the chair up, than lower the chair and let his guard down. As much as he trusted his sister…he was too scared to do anything that risked getting him killed. But…if he’s with Abby…and Abby gained the trust of the animatronics…then maybe…

“This is Freddy, Bonnie, Foxy and Chica.” Abby told him, pointing to every animatronic as she said the names.

He started to lower the chair. The chicken and the fox animatronics made their way closer to Mike as well, soon surrounding Mike in somewhat of a rough circle. Mike looked a little more nervous now…cause it seemed that no matter where he looked, an animatronic would be staring right at him. Though Freddy and Bonnie’s eyebrows had calmed down and showed its trust, the others hadn’t yet. They still looked as suspicious as ever.

But right as Mike felt like he finally had some control and comfort…he felt a single poke to his side. 

“-?!” Mike jumped, barely making a sound as he contorted his body to look at the animatronic that had poked him. “Who did that?!” He asked, staring at both the chicken and the fox. 

Abby giggled. “Chica did!” She told him. 

“W-which one? The…yellow one?” Mike asked. 

“Yup! Chica, as in chicken.” Abby replied. 

Though he would never admit it, Abby’s wordplay…was actually a good strategy to help him remember the name. 

“W-what…” Mike attempted to ask Chica as it got slightly closer. “What are you…” 

Another poke hit him right in the ribs, surprising Mike enough to let out something. “aAh-?!” His voice wobbled, a strained, tiny smile appearing on his face for only a moment. “No.” Mike warned the fox, who was staring at Mike and holding its index finger up in frozen shock. 

Abby smirked. “Uh oh~” she teased. 

“Abby, no.” Mike warned his sister. 

“It’s too late~” Abby teased evilly, letting out a giggle.

“Abby- GaAha-!” He jumped again, curling in a little bit and temporarily losing his footing. 

“Go for the ribs and armpits!” Abby declared. 

Mike looked over at Abby with panic and betrayal. “ABBY!” He reacted. 

“His feet are ticklish too! Hehehe!” Abby giggled. 

Mike shot Abby a fearful glare. “Shut it!” He ordered. Then he looked at the animatronics, which were all staring at Mike just inches away from him. “Sh-she’s lying!” He told them desperately, hoping and praying they don’t try anything. 

But this lie didn’t do anything…in fact, all it did was encourage Abby to run up and squeeze his sides! Mike gasped and hugged himself, curling up a bit and trying to keep his laughter in. “aAH- ST-Stop- stOP!” He ordered in desperation. Though they weren’t the most ticklish spot, they were still bad enough to render him somewhat helpless. 

“See?” Abby told the animatronics with a proud, shit-eating grin. 

The animatronics looked back and forth amongst each other, showing contentment in their robot faces. Mike didn’t know whether he wanted to strangle his sister, or run away. He loved his sister, but my god…the girl loved to test the waters and make him question it. And if this week wasn’t evidence enough of that…then I don’t know what was. 

On top of that, Mike could feel his knees beginning to buckle due to his sister’s tickles. He was curling into the sides and fighting every instinct to flee as he felt his legs weaken further and further. He knew he was going down slowly…but he was not going down without a vigorous fight. But his arms could only protect so much at once, especially when you’re trying to prove to the animatronics just how not ticklish he was. The truth was…Abby was right. He’s very ticklish, and wouldn’t be able to last much longer. 

The man wasn’t sure if he should continue to fight on, or just give up and laugh. 

…And then Abby pulled a brutal move on him…by squeezing his lower ribs. 

“aAAHA!” Mike dropped to his knees and hugged his ribs. “A-ABBYHYHY-!” Mike shouted, flopping onto his side and kicking his legs as Abby playfully dug further into his ribs. Mike had closed his eyes…which meant he couldn’t see the animatronics’ reactions and movements. Dammit, Abby! Why must she do this to him!? 

Mike’s panic only exacerbated the moment he felt a pair of large, metal, blue hands grab his waist and lift him up. Yes…I am not kidding. The animatronic lifted him up like a toddler, not even phased by the size and weight of this security guard. “AAH! NO! LET ME GO!” Mike shouted, now squirming and kicking his feet wildly. But to no one’s surprise, not even a body shift could compromise the animatronic’s undeniable strength. Whoever thought making scarily strong animatronics like this was a good idea…was unbelievably insane. 

“Wow! Bonnie’s really strong!” Abby reacted, somehow unphased by this huge feat. 

But Mike’s squirming halted for only a moment when he felt skitters and squeezes on his upper ribs. Mike gasped and started squirming for a completely different reason, as a wobbly, stupid little smile began to fill his lips. “Ohno- NONONO-!” Mike opened his eyes and screeched as he felt the fat skittering fingers of the bear animatronic, moving up and down his lower front ribs. Finally, Mike burst out in surprised laughter as he tried and failed to get out of their strong grip. “OHGOD NOHOHOHOhohooo! aaAAHAHAAA-!? NOHOHO! Thihis isn’t fahahairrr!” He laughed. 

Abby was giggling like mad, loving every second of this. “Hahaha! How’s it feel being tickled by robot tickle monsters?” Abby asked with a grin. 

“Thihihis ihis INSAHAHAHANE!” He hung his head and shook in Bonnie’s grasp. “C-Cohohome ohon-” He jumped and lost his composure yet again, when he felt the blue fingers going up his ribs slightly to the 4th or 5th rib. “NAHAHAHAhahahaha! W-WAHAIT- GAHAHAhahaha!” Mike yelled. 

Abby smiled brightly. “Go for the armpits! His armpits are bad too! They make him all squeaky!” Abby told Freddy. 

Mike groaned through his laughter. “Abs plehehease stohohohop!” He pleaded. “Yohohohou’re nohohot- NO!” Mike screeched and yelled as Bonnie scooted its hands slightly lower on his ribs, presumably so Freddy had more access to his underarms…

Why Abby keeps telling Freddy and the animatronics his ticklish secrets, he could not tell you. But man, he was tempted to tickle his sister to tears the moment he got free. 

“F-FREDDYWAIT-” Mike stared at the thick fingers that were subtly threatening to tickle his now-vulnerable armpits. When Freddy had placed the fingers mere millimeters away from his armpits, Mike knew he was doomed. But still…he tried one last attempt to ask for freedom. He gulped. “Uh….m-mercy?” He asked rather anxiously. 

Freddy’s ears wiggled slightly before the fingers finally touched down on his armpits. Just the touch down was ticklish enough! But when the fingers started MOVING?! HOLY CRAP, IT TICKLED LIKE MAD! Any amount of laughter that filled his lungs, came out in an uncharacteristic, high-pitched squeal. “aaaAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHO! NaAaAAH! NAHAHAHEHEHEHE!” Mike squeaked and squealed through his laughter. 

Abby just laughed as she watched. “Isn’t Mike’s laugh funny?” Abby asked. 

Freddy then stopped his tickle attack for a moment, to let the man breathe. Mike treated the break like a trophy, and happily took advantage. It was like he hadn’t taken a breath in years! The feeling of a simple breath made him overwhelmed with gratitude. He cleared his throat a little bit as he tried to pull himself together. 

Once Mike felt calm enough to properly think, he tried to get himself free from Bonnie’s grip. “Okay…You had your fun. Can you please let me go now?” Mike asked. 

Abby looked at the other animatronics and watched as they…almost conversed with each other. Mike watched them with both confusion, and fear in his eyes. He lowered himself slightly to talk to Abby. “What’s happening? What are they talking about?” Mike asked. 

She giggled. “They’re talking about what tickle spot to go for next.” She told him outright. 

Mike bit his lip. Oh no…Not good. 

Wait…How does she know?! Can she- Can she TALK TO THEM?! 

Mike widened his eyes and turned to Abby with fear visible in his eyes. “Can you tell them to stop?” Mike asked. 

Abby tilted her head. “Why? They just want to play.” She told him. 

“I…I don’t have time to play. I’m supposed to be working.” Mike told him. 

The animatronics stopped their ‘conversation’ and looked over at Mike and Abby. Mike tensed up slightly as he stared at the animatronic bear’s eyes again. Something about those eyes looked dead inside, yet…their eyes glowed in a human-kind of way that made a shiver move up his spine. It was nerve-wracking, and he wasn’t sure he liked it all that much.  

But Freddy looked over at Chica, and…started waving for Chica to come over. Mike widened his eyes and started squirming all over again. No no no, that chicken thing had better not be getting closer to him. Abby had gasped and covered her mouth, letting out an excited squeal. Oh no! What in the world were they planning that was so exciting to her?! 

“Abby?! What are they planning?!” Mike asked. 

Abby looked at Mike, and giggled menacingly. For the love of-WHY WON’T SHE TELL HIM?!

Mike looked at the chicken animatronic and prepared himself. “Chick-Chica NO.” Mike lifted his right foot up and started pushing against Chica’s middle chest. “Stay back. I’m warning you.” He ordered before pushing with his other foot as well, in an attempt to get the animatronic away from him. 

But to both Mike AND Abby’s surprise, Chica grabbed his ankles, and gave him a bit of a tug. And to Mike’s horror, Bonnie let go of him and let him fly upside down! “WhooOOHNO-” 

Abby gasped and held her stomach as she bursted out laughing. 

Mike felt his bangs fall above his head as he struggled to come to terms with being upside down. Great…Looks like the animatronics were just toying with him at this point. 

“Abs, please…” Mike said, looking at her upside down. “What are they doing?” He asked, confused and worried. But his attention switched over to the fiddling and adjusting he felt against his shoe. “What-” Mike muttered as he curled himself up, attempting to see how his feet were being toyed with. “Hey! Stop that!” He ordered. 

But Mike widened his eyes in horror the second he felt his shoe being slipped off his foot. SHIT! 

“OHNO-?!” Mike started to panic as he heard the shoe fall to the ground. “Abby help!” Mike yelled as he pulled on his ankles and struggled to get himself right side up. “ABBY!” Mike held his arms out desperately. 

Abby only giggled. “You are all gonna love this! His feet are so ticklish!” Abby told them excitedly. 

Mike groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. “Abbyyyy…” Mike groaned. 

“And don’t forget his piggies!” Abby teased. 

“Abby-” Mike was growing somewhat impatient with his sister by this point. 

“Though be careful with his toes. He might die if he’s tickled too much there.” She warned. 

Heh…‘Be careful’...Hearing that was funny enough in its own right. At least she has the right of mind to tell them to at least be careful…

His breath hitched the moment he felt a fat finger on the arch of his socked left foot. He squeezed his eyes shut and covered his mouth with his hands. NO. They are NOT getting away with tickling him again. Nuh uh, no way. They can fight with him all they want to, but they will NEVER get a laugh out of him! Not now, not ever again. 

Or so he thought…

Only one little flutter…right under his toes…was enough to make every bit of laughter burst out of him. The poor man threw his arms against his chest and leaned his head back slightly as every laugh he had bunched up in his lungs, had finally let themselves free. “GAHAHAHAHAhahahaha! Ohohokahay, okahahahayyyyy!” Mike yelled. 

“YAY!” Abby declared, laughing alongside him. 

Mike put his hands in praying position. “Yohohou got mehehehee! P-Plehehehease stohohop! Ihihihi’m lahahaughihihing ehenohohough!” He pleaded. 

“Okay, let’s stop.” Abby told Chica. 

Chica moved its fingers away, and looked at Abby for her next instruction. 

Abby waited a few seconds, while listening to his brother breathe somewhat heavily from exhaustion. “You okay?” Abby asked. 

Mike huffed and puffed a few more times. “Ihihi…Ihi’m okay…I’m good.” 

“Do you need a break?” Abby asked. 

“Thahat…would be nihice.” Mike admitted. 

“Okay.” Abby replied. “How about…in a few more minutes?” Abby asked, looking at the animatronics. Mike nodded his head. A break sounded amazing right about now. Especially if…wait, did she say ‘in a few minutes’? 

“Okay go!” Abby suddenly told Chica. 

Mike’s eyes grew to the size of saucers. “Wait WHA-” 

Mike shrieked as the fat fingers started tickling him all over again. He couldn’t even hold in his laughter this time, instead just letting it fall out of him. “BAAAHAHAHAhahAHAhahaha!” Mike cackled, shocked by the sudden tickles against the ball of his foot. When he finished his fit, Mike took in a breath and squealed in a rather high-pitched voice before falling into another fit of cackles. “Plehehehehehease! HAHahahaha! Ihihit’s toohoohoohoo ticklihihish!” He told Abby. 

“So ticklish you can’t remember your right from left?” 

“HEHEhehehehe- Yehehehehesss!” He replied. 

Abby walked closer to Mike and started poking and tickling his sides. “How about now?” 

Mike jumped and grunted, grasping at his sister’s hands, laughing slightly harder. This is the most Abby has touched him, let alone tickled him, in quite a long time. And though he was technically in a very vulnerable position right now, there were much worse scenarios to be stuck in. 

“Alright. Let’s stop for real this time.” Abby told Chica. 

Chica stopped its fingers. 

“Can you flip him the right way, Chica?” Abby asked. 

Chica lowered its body down and placed its hands under Mike to help pick him up. “ooOKAY…” Mike felt as Chica grabbed under his arms and nodded to Bonnie. With that nod, Bonnie let go of Mike’s feet and let them drop. “Okay- OW.” He yelped as his foot inevitably hit Bonnie’s leg. “Ohokay.” He muttered. Chica lowered Mike down till his feet were touching the ground. “Thank you…” He huffed and attempted to pull himself together. “Not…sure how I feel about you being able to lift me so easily…” Mike admitted. Chica removed his fingers, accidentally tickling his armpit one more time. This made Mike jump snicker one last time. 

Abby shrugged her shoulders and smiled. “That wasn’t too bad, was it?” Abby asked. 

Mike turned to his sister…and slowly gave her a devious smile. “Get over here, you ticklish tattle-tale!” He declared, picking her up and skittering his fingers all over her ribs and belly. “Tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tickle~!” He teased, using toddler-like teases so he could further torment her. 

“MIHIHIKE- HAHAhahahaha! NAHAHA- SOHOHORRYYYY!” She shouted. 

“Sorry’s not gonna cut it, Abs.” He teased. “You understood exactly what they were doing, and didn’t bother to tell me all of it.” He moved his fingers to her belly button, earning him a high-pitched squeal. “AND you couldn’t keep your mouth shut about how ticklish I am!” He added. “You’re a little menace who deserves to laugh just as much as I did.” He told her. 

“NAAAAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOT MY BEHEHELLY BUTTOHOHOHON!” She pleaded. 

“What belly button?” He asked innocently. “I didn’t know you had a belly button! Let me see!” Mike picked her up bridal style and blew a raspberry onto her belly button. 

Abby squealed and screamed with laughter as the raspberry filled her belly, before stopping. He lowered her sister down, and continued to hold her bridal style. Abby was still a bit of a giggly mess despite not being tickled for nearly as long. He put her down onto her feet. “There. Should we make it a tie?” He asked, holding his hand up. 

Abby nodded her head and gave him a high five. With that set in motion, Mike started to collect his stuff and take Abby out to the car. Funnily enough, the animatronics had tickled him up until his shift had ended. 

And by the time Mike had pulled into the driveway, Abby was sound asleep against the car door with a mauve blanket being used as a pillow. 

[notthewriteryourelookingfor]

A question for FNAF theorists out there:

This isn't a question of when the kids died it's just "Do you think there was 1 missing child incident (the one we heard about) or 2 (and maybe we actually learnt about 2 we just think it's 1 cuz of how it's presented)

My theory is that there's only 1, the reason why there are so many possessed animatronics is cuz in FNAF 2 the reason the originals are withered is cuz some of their parts were used to build the fun times & so the souls were split a first time between them.

Then Afton stole parts for the Funtimes.

Happiest Day in FNAF 3 is for the parts of the souls in the toy & originals (that may have been put back together after FNAF 2 closed and that's why they seem "OK" in FNAF 1 and where the toy animatronics went.

The fire in FNAF 6 released the split part of the souls that had been in the Fun Times that then became Enard (& that's why Baby got booted - she liked Afton who'd killed the others & also she was whole while the others were not) and then became Freddy-Spaghetti

But let me know in the tags/comments what you think

[jay-wasstuff]

Guess who found their new wallpaper!

[vampirecatprince]

I just remembered the It's me that shows up at one point on a mirror and while it could be a ghost... I genuinely think the implication is supposed to be that William was in the pizzeria the entire time and knew that Mike was sleeping on the job and knew he took his brother and was taunting him

[iamespecter]

No fucking way, Ziku does fnaf art??? crazyyyyyy

I forgor that FNAF had already turned a decade old jesus christ y'all we're so old now, I'M so old.... crumbling to dust as we speak

also used my designs that I haven't used in a LONG ASS WHILE because the fixation diverted from FNAF to Shipwrecked 64 then to TADC

Last year's anniversary piece was solely focused on Chica, so in this one she's the butt of the joke (I'm so sorry Chica... not that she's complaining about getting a face full of cake anyways)

[callmedylan]

EVERYONE SHUT UP!!!! He’s trying to flirt.

[poisonouspastels]

I wish more people would weigh out the demand of how "realistic" something is regarding horror media thats supposed to be around a certain time era or within certain limitations with the fact that if it WERE 100% accurate to what it's trying to represent, it'd probably be lame as hell.

[sstxrlite]

I have imagined in my wet napkin of a brain a wonderful au but I can't write for crap and if I don't make something about is I will explode.

[patchworkspringlocks]

Unironically my favorite shot in the new trailer hands down is when golden freddy and abbey are just chilling together in the backseat of coryxkenshin’s taxi

[leylikestoread]

if your telling me glammike wouldn’t drop the most cryptic bullshit on gregory at the most random times your a lair

[gxlds-doodles]

they're playing dress to impress on roblox

[skeletoninthemelonland]

If I had a nickel for every time someone comments on Springtrap's flat ass, I'd have two nickels.

That's not a lot, but it's funny that it happened twice.

[crabplatinum]

falls down onto my knees,,, fronnie,,, glamrock bonnie,,, the prettiest,,, its sometimes so fun to play around with set up poses by other artists you guys should try it too

[gummypaint]

happy birthday you three

[bunnywithablog]

fun idea of my interpretation of an animatronic lolbit who's programming is...not quite right. >:) inspiration and voice claim comes from listening to this! i believe the vocals are by theniftytable. :)

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pairing: FNAF:SL - lolbit x technician!gn!reader - possessive lolbit scenario

warnings: creep ogling reader, stalker-ish lolbit, threats of violence, brief mention of sexual harassment

the security office is filled with the soft hum of electricity, a rhythmic static click sounding every so often as the different monitors flick through the camera feed of the pizzeria. it's uneventful, a regular day. baby is serving ice-cream to the kids, freddy's doing his usual routine with bon, ballora's dancing up on her stage, and technicians are prepping foxy for his show in an hour. a usual workday. the monitors carry on their idle scrolling.

a screen tilted at an angle clicks onto a view of the dining hall, it lingers on the feed longer than the others.

there you are! it's you in the crowd! donned in your circus baby's rental uniform and chatting to a customer.

it looks innocent enough, but something's off...

the camera zooms in, focusing on the scene.

you're smiling and laughing at whatever the man is saying, but the jovial behavior doesn't quite meet your eyes. shoulders tensed and smile strained, hands fiddling together when not gesturing during speech. you're uncomfortable. he's practically leering at you, propped up on his elbows as he leans across the table with a sleazy smirk, something unpleasant behind his stare.

this just won't do.

one by one, the different monitors flick to settle onto the image of your predicament, some displaying it from multiple angles of the dining hall, some from the same. the initial monitor shifts upright with a metallic shuffling noise before just the buzz of electricity can be heard once again in the small room. it feels louder now, deeper. all the different feeds stick to this singular scene playing out.

it drags on for a moment before you look to the side, attention turning away. a co-worker has come to your rescue. the man at the table seemingly a little annoyed, his smile dropping as you briefly converse with them. you nod and say something to your fellow technician before they walk off, turning back to the man to awkwardly excuse yourself.

his smile only returns when you look back to him, but it's less genuine now, nodding as you tell him you have to go. when you take your leave, his lips reform into a lazy smirk, gaze dropping down along your body as you walk off, that look back in his eye again...

disgusting.

several fans kick to life within the different monitors, loud mechanical whirring filling the security office. every single viewpoint on the screens zooms to the max capacity, zooming in on this man, this pest, capturing several still frames of his face. the buzzing rises to an almost soft crackle.

this won't do at all...

some of the displays distort, beginning to glitch.

lolbit pushes themself up out of their seat, cables connecting the monitor that sits atop their shoulders to the rest of the security system moving with them as they stand to their full height. the screen flickers from the camera feed to a terminal window and strings of code immediately run down along it at a rapid pace, stopping occasionally to process before they execute new lines.

a voice hums out pensively through lolbit's voicebox, leaning forward with robotic hands splaying across the top of the desk. their head tilts a little, code pausing after several paragraphs of text.

bingo.

the display once again flickers, this time from the terminal to a simple screen showing a slowly rising percentage. above it, an animated fox bearing a strikingly similar colour palette to the attached animatronic runs between two folder icons on all fours, a small group of papers held in it's mouth.

this should be everything required.

an amused laugh sounds from them, the number just shy of clocking 100%, but the sound of approaching footsteps causes lolbit to stiffen, an exclamation point appearing on their face. in a flash, all the screens cut off from the cameras, instead showing the familiar 'please stand by!' message.

lolbit straightens up from the desk, clearing their throat - despite not having one to clear - through the voicebox as their own monitor reverts to a 2D rendition of the animatronic face model, style reminiscent of the old 'freddy & friends' cartoons.

they hurriedly seat themself back into the office chair as the other monitors end the transmission and click back to their pre-programmed scrolling. adjusting their tie, they put on a smile just as you round your way into the office.

"hey bitty!" a chipper lilt in your tone as you wave over to the animatronic, "how's it going in here?"

"[name], buttercup! you almost gave me a fright!" they perk up at your appearance.

"it's the usual, just soooo boring all by myself!" lolbit dramatically leans back in the chair, holding their hand up to their forehead and another to their chest to sell the performance, "maybe it's an error in my programming! i might just need the best technician in the world to stay and make sure i don't have some kind of bug?"

they peek an eye open at you, drawing displaying a cartoony grin complete with a row of flashy pointed teeth. the sound of your laugh only makes it grow wider, little squiggles of pink appearing on their animated cheeks.

"i'm sure you'll live. just came in to get the chip with funtime foxy's routine." you explain, smiling as you crouch down to rummage through one of the company crates.

the animatronic shifts back upright in the chair, crossing their legs and resting their elbow on the chairs armrest, face taking on a little pout as the corner of the monitor comes to rest in their palm, observing you.

"fine, fineeee." their eyes wander over to the other screens, lingering on one of the hallway cameras as their brows furrow a bit, mouth pulling into a stern line, "but you gotta to promise to come right back after he's all set up, you're my technician, after all!" lolbit bargains, keeping up their usual cheery voice despite their expression, gaze lingering a little longer before trailing back to you. you're still hunched over the crate, humming in deliberation.

"if they don't need me on the floor anymore, then sure. i still need to make sure that your software is taking to the new body well, in any case. aha- there it is!"

you triumphantly pull the case with foxy's different routines out, grinning over your shoulder at lolbit as you shake the little box. they smile back, more at your agreement than your successful find.

"good job, buttercup!" they cheer, robotic hands clapping together, "now run along! the faster you get it done, the faster you can be back here to get all up in my hardware."

you snort out a laugh as you stand, stepping over to flick the top of their monitor as they shoot you another cheesy grin, laughing with you. to be honest, lolbit would much prefer that you stayed, rather than going out and risking running into that creep again. but if you didn't, someone would be bound to come looking for you and drag you off anyway, so this was the best compromise.

"in your dreams, tin can!" you chuckle, giving another wave as you step back out of the office, calling over your shoulder, "see you in a bit!"

lolbit waves you off, bright smile only dropping back to the earlier frown once they're sure your gone, casting a glance back over to the monitor that stayed unchanging from the hallway. a little text popped up in the corner of lolbit's screen, narrowed stare glitching slightly.

'download complete...'

-

lolbit lingered outside the door to the men's bathroom, several devices in different parts of their body whirring in an attempt to keep them from blowing a circuit in their rage.

they'd kept watch on that hallway camera for a while after seeing the man from earlier heading this way, counting heads, making sure nobody else would be down here when they decided to make their move. with foxy's show starting soon, they doubted the traffic coming down this hall would be bustling for a while anyway...

the door swung open and there he was. it was him.

"what the fu-"

the words were cut short, lolbit slamming their hand against the man's throat

a low growl crackled through their voicebox. they'd planned on just making this a quick chat, at first. give this guy a lecture, throw in a threat or two, then take their leave...

but their emotions were completely overwriting their logic.

he struggled, clawing fruitlessly at the metallic hand holding him steadfast as the much larger animatronic ushered the man back into the vacant bathroom, shoving him up against a wall.

they leaned in, monitor so close to his face he could feel the static buzzing around the screen. sneering up at him, lolbit's usual friendly visage was instead traded out for a hyper-realistic rendition of the 3D head, hollowed out eyes with pinprick pupils boring right into the man's rotten soul, glitches bouncing around the corners of the image.

"think you can just roam around being a fuckin' scumbag and nobody would put you in your place?" they hissed out in a whisper.

their screen flickered to a clip of his gross staring earlier, static warping across it every few seconds, "thought running around being a scumbag wouldn't come with any repercussions? huh?!"

they were practically seeing red...

still whirring, several clicks sounded off inside lolbit, a caution warning popping into their code causing them to reel their anger back in and reluctantly release their iron grip. the man crumpled to the floor in a heap, sputtering and gasping for air as the robot regained their composure, taking a pause.

"now, the way i see it, you only have one choice..." they began slowly, voice warbled as they spoke.

"you're gonna go out there, apologize to anybody you creeped on today, and get the fuck outta here. or, i could take these..."

the video flicks from yours to a different instance with another person, and then another, and another. either other rental company employees or employees of the hosting establishment.

"and i could send them off to your lovely wife!" a woman's ID pops up on screen and his eyes go wide with recognition.

lolbit tuts, shaking their head, "a shame, really, she seems like such a lovely woman, helping out every weekend at the community center. i wonder if she knows about your workplace discrepancies..."

multiple documents of hr write-ups piled up across the screen; misconduct, harassment, inappropriate touching, sexual language... he scrambled up to his feet, desperately lunging forward to grab onto lolbit's shoulders in a panic.

"you- you can't! who... what the fuck are you? why are you doing this??"

the monitor flickered back to the 3D head, irritation clear as they brushed the frenzied man away as if he was little more than just a fly. lolbit swiped imaginary filth off their shoulders and adjusted the purple tie before clasping their hands behind their back, staring down at him.

"just a concerned citizen, nothing more." they replied plainly.

the vile creature even daring to touch them almost made them blow a gasket.

"think carefully before you leave, and don't forget our conditions." lolbit leaned in close, streetview of an idyllic home coming onto the screen, voice distorting with a crackle.

"i'll be watching."

without another word, they straighten up and turn on their heel, exiting the bathroom before any more words - or possible blows - could be exchanged.

-

barging back into the hall, a worrying rattle arose from within lolbit's torso, 'uh oh, system error!' flashing onto their face. running a quick system diagnostic showed the main cooling unit had given out, several vital components beginning to overheat, the whole ordeal having been too demanding on the new body.

shit...

a small beeping alert began to sound off, body trembling, fingers jerking and visual processor failing, unable to maintain control anymore.

a gasp could be heard off to the left.

shit, shit, shit... they couldn't move.

"lolbit! what're you doing out here?!"

thank the stars! it's you. it's just you...

"bu— -uttercu—..."

your hands were on either side of their head in a flash, turning the monitor in order to read the error details. lolbit couldn't see, but they were sure a worried frown would be pulling down your usual pretty smile.

"central unit overheating..." your voice mumbled, a hand dropping to press against their uncomfortably warm chestplate.

"not good... you should've stayed put if you had a problem instead of coming to find me."

of course that would be the most probable reasoning in your mind. the sweet lolbit would never violate protocol otherwise, right?

"i h— -had t—t— -to."

you hushed them, fishing a walkie talkie from your belt and putting in a request for a trolley to transport the unfortunate robot back to the security room, also inquiring if there were any spare cooling units brought along by any of your colleagues.

signing off after the confirmation that it might be in one of the crates, you brought your attention back to your fidgeting friend, popping open a panel on the monitor's side.

"i'm gonna reboot you into safe mode, okay? don't worry, bitty, i'll get you fixed up in no time." you assured, fiddling with the buttons within.

lolbit didn't doubt your capabilities, you were 'the best technician in the world', after all. you took care of them, and, as programmed, they took care of you. besides, at least now when that weasel would finally show his face again, you'd be waiting right outside and be the first to get your owed apology.

and safe mode or not, lolbit would very much still be watching, security camera in the corner subtly shifting for a better frame right as they clicked off to reboot...

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