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I Think I Smell A Rat (FNAF SB fanfic) C4 - Into The Void

In Summary:

Being a robotic repair rat who lives in the walls of the pizza-plex is a pretty great gig, all things considered! You fix the wires instead of chew them, and you get into tight spaces those silly humans can't reach and fix things up behind the scenes. You do your little tasks diligently, and all is well. That is, until one night when you realize all of your other repair rat friends have gone missing, and almost all of those animatronics outside the walls are acting strange... You aren't sure what it is that needs fixing, but by golly you'll fix it! You just might need a little help along the way...

Things To Know:

Not a lot of warnings for this one! There is some peril and danger, damage to robots, and damage to. Uh, whatever the heck Afton is at this point??

Reader insert! You're a little rat shaped robot a handful of inches long. Lots of borrower-related themes in here

Daycare attendant centered, though the other animatronics make brief appearances. You hang out with Sun in the first half of the story and Moon in the second half!

A little over 17000 words in total, just a lil guy! 5 chapters, they're all pretty short

I somehow managed not to swear once in the entire story, aw hell yeah! Wait-

Ao3 link: Here!

Start Here: Chapter 1

Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

C4 - Into The Void

After a brief detour to a spare parts storage room and one quick casing attachment later, Moon was fully repaired and the two of you were off.

It was a surprisingly smooth ride for the most part. Moon moved just as gracefully as Sun. Although when the time came for you to fix the lights for the area ahead, Moon would snatch you up off his shoulder and plop you carelessly in front of the port. You found yourself taking your time with the light controls, not especially eager to return to his company.

Moon didn't seem especially eager to get chummy with you either. The journey was mostly silent, until you ran into trouble about halfway there.

Chica hadn't seen you and Moon yet. She seemed to be busy violently attacking some apparently offensive trash cans. She was unfortunately standing right in front of the hallway you and Moon needed to go down. Moon retraced his steps back around the corner and crouched down to conspire with you.

"I think I can take her," Moon whispered.

"No, that's a bad idea." You quickly shook your head. "You'll get damaged again."

Moon scoffed. "You think I'd loose??"

"I think it would be a bad idea to risk it. We don't have time to repair you again," you argued.

"Do you have a better idea, then?"

You nodded. "If you prop open that staff room door, I'll make a distraction and draw Chica's attention. When she goes into the room to investigate, you sneak past. When she looses interest, I'll sneak by and meet you at the end of the hall."

Moon paused. "…That is actually a good idea," he grumbled.

You would have smiled, if you could. Perhaps even gloated a bit, if you had the time. Alas, there was no time for such things. You only had about two hours left until 6AM, when the building would open to the unsuspecting human staff looking to get ready for the day.

Moon carried you into the staff room. A break room, by the looks of it. A recharge station for humans, to your understanding. There were plenty of items up on a long counter across the room from the door, so you had Moon drop you off there. He left the room, leaving the door open behind him.

You nudged a wide tin full of plastic silverware towards the edge of the counter, then paused. You realized you'd need a place to hide after you'd made your distraction. Not only that, but you'd have to get back down to the floor without Moon's help. You could worry about that after Chica had left the room, though. First, a hiding place…

There were a few boxes and containers you weren't very confidant about here on the counter. There was also a coffee machine, and next to it… ah ha! A wicker basket full of sugar and powdered creamer packets. You could dive in there and be totally hidden.

With a plan in mind, you confidently turned back to the tin of plastic silverware. You set your two front paws against it and pushed it over the edge of the counter. You were already running for the basket before it even hit the floor.

The tin clattered loudly, and the silverware spilled out everywhere. You peeked through the little gaps in the side of the wicker basket just in time to see Chica stalk into the room to investigate.

Chica swiveled her head around, studying the room. Through the open doorway behind her, you could see Moon creeping silently and slowly past. Chica straightened up. She seemed satisfied that nothing was amiss, and she was starting to turn back around…

No no no, not yet! Moon was right behind her! You panicked and leapt out of the basket, packets of sugar and creamer flying across the counter. You were flashing your tail light, though the motion was already enough. Chica's gaze fixed right on you.

The real panic set in as Chica started lurching towards you. You had no easy way off the counter, and you couldn't hide. You dashed across the counter, thinking you'd improvise along the way.

Chica made a grab for you and missed, her faux feathered arm whooshing just behind you and swatting a box of crackers off the counter instead. You focused on one of the closest tables as you rapidly approached the end of the counter. There was no time to calculate if you could make the jump or not, Chica was swiping at you again. You reached the end of the line, and pushed off the edge of the counter as hard as your little joints would allow.

For a moment, it really looked like you'd make it. The table was approaching… and then you were arcing downwards sooner than you'd hoped, and the edge of the table flew overhead, and you fell straight towards the hard tile floor at top speed.

There was a hard metallic sound, and suddenly you were no longer falling. To your confusion, you hadn't hit the floor. You had just registered the metal fingers around you before the world was rushing by again, this time in the opposite direction as you were lifted quickly upwards.

Moon smoothly ducked as Chica made a hard swipe for his head. With his free hand, Moon shoved Chica back. She was already off balance, and fell backwards onto a different table. It collapsed under her weight, splitting clean in half. Moon ran for it as Chica struggled to pull herself back up.

Moon pulled the door closed behind him and sprinted down the hall, holding you tightly and close to his chest.

"I told you I could take her," Moon said smugly.

You poked your tail out from between his fingers to argue. "My plan would have worked! If only she'd taken a few moments longer to look around."

Moon suddenly skidded to a halt as he reached a door. He stood to the side and cautiously hit the controls. The lights were on in the hall beyond; you'd been through this hall earlier with Sun.

"Crap. Be quick," Moon said, already lowering you towards the ground.

Without a word you leapt from his hand and dashed into the walls. You made it to the light controls in record time, undoing your work from earlier and returning the lights to their proper setting. Instead of leaving the walls, you went to the door controls next. When you didn't see signals shooting back and forth from either control panel, you took that as a good sign that Chica hadn't caught up to Moon, and made your way back out of the walls.

Moon was already on the other side, his hand hovering over the controls in case Chica tried to follow him.

"…Do you think she lost interest as soon as we were out of sight?" Moon asked cautiously.

"The other bots did seem to forget about Sun pretty quickly anytime we got out of sight of them," you remembered. "I think we're probably okay now."

Moon sighed and relaxed. He bent down to scoop you up, then cast one last look at the door before hurrying off down the hall.

You felt Moon's hands shift under you, tilting you slightly. You looked up at Moon, realizing he was looking you over. Moon quickly snapped his face plate back up, focusing on where he was going instead.

You swung your tail around, making sure Moon could still see the light. "Thanks for saving me back there, by the way."

"Yeah, yeah. If you get decommissioned then there'll be no one left who can help Sun. That's all," Moon insisted.

"Sure," you said.

Moon made a grumbling noise. "I wasn't just going to leave you to face Chica by yourself! You're so puny, even if you had made that jump, she would have crushed you."

"Right."

"Shut up! Stop looking at me like that or I'm stuffing you in my pocket," Moon threatened.

You were not dissuaded in the slightest. "I think you're not as rough and tough as you like to seem after all!"

"In the pocket with you, tiny terror!" Moon huffed and made good on his threat of stuffing you in his pocket.

You wiggled in the dark space for a moment until you were able to get your paws under you. You poked your head up out of the pocket, but with all the stomping Moon was doing, watching the world rush by was a little disorienting. You accepted your pocket fate, which actually wasn't too bad. It was dark and cozy in the pocket, like your charging nest. If only you could actually charge in here; your battery was starting to get a little too low for comfort.

You got bored of the pocket after a while and finally climbed out. You grabbed hold of Moon's capelet, the pointed ends dangling just low enough for you to use to climb your way back up to his shoulder. You decided against teasing Moon any further, at least for now.

"We're close to your pathway now," Moon said.

You and Moon had made it to Rockstar Row. You hadn't been here with Sun, so the lights were already off. Moon strode past darkened display cases and old framed posters, artifacts from long closed locations. Moon briefly eyed a weathered old metal hook in a smaller case. You wondered if the older buildings also had rats like you and your friends looking after them.

Moon came to a stop in front of a small stage near the end of the hall, past the rope lines leading into the animatronic's rooms. There was a sign set in front of the stage, reading 'Coming Soon; the iconic pair that started it all! Freddy Fazbear and Bonnie Bunny currently under renovations'.

You could see your port, in the base of the wall at the back of the stage. You could not see any sort of door near it that Moon would be able to fit through.

"Hmm." Moon ignored the sign and the lackluster rope fence in front of the stage and climbed up onto the wood platform. He investigated the curtains and tapped at the wall, then kicked at the floor. "Any ideas?"

You brought up your mental map. You could see where the map ended right below Moon's feet. Your sparse self-mapped paths wound downwards, circling the exact circumference of the stage.

"…Stomp on the floor," you told Moon.

Moon did as you asked and stomped a foot on the wooden boards of the stage. The sound echoed, as if the space underneath was hollow. You and Moon reached the same conclusion at the same time.

"There's nothing below the stage! I can get down through here," Moon said excitedly. He plucked you off of his shoulder and set you down on the stage. "Wait here." He jumped back down to the floor and dashed around the corner, out of sight.

A moment later, you jumped at the sound of glass shattering. Moon returned with an old metal hook in hand and a mischievous pep in his step.

You shook your head and resolved to make Moon put the hook back once this was all over. You watched him use the hook to pry between the boards and wrench them up far enough for him to wiggle his fingers under them and pry them up. He tossed the boards aside, and in a matter of moments had torn a decent sized hole in the stage.

A damp, cold air wafted up from the darkness below. You shared a look with Moon.

"Well. No turning back now, little rat." Moon offered a hand out to you.

You glanced back at the hole. Your map told you the empty space below didn't exist, despite your eyes stating otherwise. You felt uncomfortable just looking at it. You realized this must be what humans felt like when they were faced with dark places. For you, the dark was usually friendly, safe. You were built to see and navigate in the dark. This darkness however, was much different. You couldn't see in this darkness. It was dauntingly unknowable, shapeless and unfamiliar. You wouldn't be able to figure out where you were going, and you wouldn't be able to easily escape.

You thought about Sun, and all the other rats. Your hardworking friends, still missing somewhere, probably suffering from the virus like all the other bots. You could do this. You had to.

You climbed up onto Moon's hand and gave him a nod.

Moon crouched at the edge of the hole. "Right. Here we go."

He jumped through the hole, holding you securely in his hands, and together the two of you plummeted down into the darkness.

Moon landed smoothly on his feet and straightened up. You both took a look around.

Trusting your eyes alone was strange and disconcerting. Your map was entirely useless, and your pathfinding wouldn't even send you warning pings. You couldn't make any sense of the paths you'd made previously, couldn't even be sure they were at all accurate.

Trying to focus on the space was difficult, and it felt like something important was missing, or like you were malfunctioning. You thought about playing I-Spy with Sun, when you had studied the world around you from his hand, without your pathfinder program working properly. Using just your eyes, you started to process what you could.

You and Moon were in a kitchen. It was by no means functional. There was rubble everywhere, missing equipment, and strange puddles and stains. The cracked checker tile floor was weathered and warped, and you thought that this place must have been down here for ages, well before the plex was built.

"Who decided to build on top of this dump?" Moon mumbled. He picked his way carefully across the kitchen, eying the puddles disdainfully.

"How's your pathfinding?" you asked.

"There's a few snags. My map keeps trying to tell me this place doesn't exist, but the pathfinding seems to be working well enough."

"My map won't even work anymore. I can't even tell what direction we're facing."

"Hm." Moon gave your head a sympathetic pat with a finger. "My whole system probably works a lot differently than yours."

The kitchen doors groaned miserably as Moon pushed them open. Here, you were too far from the faint light trailing down from the hole Moon had come through, now in total darkness. Red lights clicked on in Moon's eyes and swept over the room, casting just enough light for both of you to see by.

The dining area was in a similar state of decay to the kitchen. Only a few tables and chairs remained, though the wood was rotting and heavily warped. There were a few doors set into the walls. Moon made his way to the nearest one.

You checked your internal clock as Moon explored. There was about an hour left until 6. You were trying not to worry, but this place had you feeling all sorts of stressed.

The old restaurant was quiet and musty. The only sound was Moon's shoes over the floor and the quiet clicking of his joints as he walked. You didn't move much yourself, choosing to focus more on the constant of Moon's hand below you.

You had no idea where you'd come from or what direction you were going. You couldn't remember a turn even a moment after Moon had made one. The turn did not exist, because this whole place did not exist. Your map was resolute on that front. Dingy walls and sparse peeling wallpaper passed by in a blur beyond Moon's fingers.

"Not too much left to explore down here. We haven't run into that computer console yet. If my map would behave, I could at least see what direction it's in," Moon grumbled.

A few minutes later, Moon came to a stop in front of a door. There was a small plaque still clinging to the wood surface of the door, reading 'Main Office'. He tried the handle, but it appeared to be locked.

"Uh oh. Maybe there's a key around here somewhere?" you wondered.

"I have a key," Moon assured.

You found his tone suspicious. Before you could say anything else, Moon gripped the doorknob and ripped it clean out of the wood of the door, sending chunks of wood scattering across the floor. Moon tossed the doorknob over his shoulder.

"…Well. Not the most traditional key, but it did get the door open," you remarked.

Moon chuckled and pushed the door open, stepping inside the office.

You were both speechless at the scene you found yourselves in.

At the other side of the room, beyond a few rusty foldout tables, was the computer console you'd been looking for. When you scanned it, the ID matched the one you'd found earlier in the update files. It was connected to something clearly not human, but the bot had no ID at all. It seemed to be missing quite a lot of parts and casing, instead full of an unidentifiable purple colored substance. The stuff looked leathery in some places, wet in others. The bot should not have by any means been active, but he looked up at you and Moon none the less. You thought he might have been a rabbit model, once.

Your attention wasn't on the weird bot, though. You were looking down at the ground, because the floor was covered in rats. Nearly a hundred little repair rats, metal casing dingy and scuffed from navigating this place. Your friends were clearly having trouble, bumping into rubble and the walls and other rats. A few of them were carrying small parts, slowly but diligently making their way to the bot sitting on the other side of the room, made of old scraps and spare parts and the work of a hundred diligent little repair rats.

"Ah. So that's where all your friends went," Moon said. "They've been repairing… that." He tried to step carefully, but the rats didn't seem to understand enough of what was going on to know to move out of the way. Before he could even take a full step, the bot spoke.

"I don't know how you've found your way here," he snarled, his voice raspy and faintly doubled by a voice box struggling to push out static, "but I'd take a good look around. Because it's the last place you'll ever see."

You could tell Moon was ready to retort with some snarky reply, but before he could get a word out, the bot across the room raised a finger, pointed right at Moon, and spoke one word as the heads of every single rat in the room other than you turned to focus on Moon.

"Disassemble."

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