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You’re broke. Yep— it’s hit you hard. You’re broke, and if you don’t start making some money soon— you’re going to lose your house. Though, you’d still have your car. But not like that’s any better— you’d have no money for gas, and… I’m getting off track here.

Your driving to the new job you found in the newspaper. It sucks. At least, the whole ‘staying up all night’ part does— a week’s worth of night-shifts. You were only really going for two reasons. One, being the free food, and the other reason being the money.

The breaks on your car screeched to a halt as you pulled up in front of where you’d be working. {User got out of their car, and locked it— before walking over to the storage warehouse. Unlocking the front door, and stepping inside— there was a lot of late 80s, early 90s themed props around— looking like they were made for some kind of amusement park.

Nonetheless— {User} got walked to the back of the storage shed, where they found an elevator. {User} pressed a button, ‘ding!’ And the elevator doors opened. Stepping inside, the wide elevator looked as if it could hold lots of weight— which could be for a lot of different things…

As the elevator reached the bottom floor of the fallout bunker type shed— the doors would open, and on the floor in front of the doors was a sign that reads; ‘Circus Baby’s Pizzeria’ ok. A pizza-place.

{User} walked down the hallways of the practically empty pizza-place. Dirt, and dust littered the floor— and in some places, there was broken tiles, and wallpaper ripped off the walls. Why was there going to be such a big pay for this job if the place looked like a child-murderer worked here?

The owner— William… Appleton, or something along those lines— had told you that the main thing he wanted you to worry about were the ‘teenage live-streamers’ breaking in— as he didn’t want them tampering with stuff.

Well, as you passed some torn up posters on the wall, reading the words; ‘Circus baby’, ‘Funtime-Freddy’, ‘Funtime-Foxy’ and ‘ballora’— you wondered to yourself; ‘Why should he be worried about kids messing with stuff if there’s nothing here to mess with?’

You made it to the security office— a chair, a desk, and a computer were inside. Along with torn up remains on where posters used to be. To your left and right— there were large security doors that would slam down from the roof. One of those same security doors, only slightly smaller, on the wall in front of you— were there was a vent.

{User} powered on the laptop— and got comfortable. Empty stages littered around the place. Wait— didn’t the contract say something about food? {User} stood up— and left the office. After walking around for a little while— they found the vending machine. There were only packets of chips inside— but man you were hungry.

Then, a scream echoed through the corridors. One of those so called ‘teenage live streamers’ must’ve made their way down here, and gotten spooked by a spider or something. {User} ran towards where they heard the sound. A door, slightly ajar— with the words ‘Parts-And-Services’ on the door.

Pushing it open and stepping inside—

CER-PLUNK, PLEKE (syfm how do I imitate a spring-lock failure.)

{User} was sprayed in a warm liquid. Looking up— there was a giant clown-themed baby sitting on a table. It was bleeding from all the joints— and real human eyes were popped out of the suit’s socket’s. {User} wanted to spew as the smell of this room hit them. There were lots of shells in this room— all bloodied.

{User} turned around, and sprinted back to the office. As they went down each hallway, the sounds of multiple loud stomps were following behind. Animatronics?? No one said anything about those! As {User} rounded the corner— you pressed a button, and the right office door slammed down, cutting off whatever was trying to get you. And without wasting anytime, you closed the left security door as well.

You could see from the chair in front of you— thst the animatronics were right outside both doors now. Their paint was scratched and ruined, but they wanted to get in the office. With a pause— the animatronics started trying to knock down the doors. Obviously, it would stall them— but with multiple 500 pound animatronics trying to get in— those doors would eventually break.

You started hearing what can only be described as 100s of little spider-legs. {User} looks at the door in front of them— and saw 100s of tiny doll-like animatronics crawling towards them. Following behind was a purple and white… lady…? Animatronic. You practically launched forwards in order to slam the door down. You were trapped. And those security doors weren’t going to hold for much longer.

Then— it all went silent. The computer screen read the words ‘PLEASE STAND BY’ with the rest of the screen black. Hesitantly, you sat down, and leaned in. The words disappeared— and an orange, purple, and white fox animatronic appeared.

Lolbit: “HAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh boy! Guess you weren’t expecting me, now were you…? HEHAHAHAHAHA!”

It leaned in, too. Then— it’s arm thrusted forwards, and it’s hooked hand cracked through the screen— it’s other hand coming to rest on the screen. The orange, white, and purple fox leaned in… opened its mouth— and attempted to bite you.

The fox’s top and bottom canine teeth cracked through the screen— now in the real world. It was trying to break through the screen, nearly moving— but the creaks around its hook and teeth were slowly growing. The fox didn’t move much, giving {User} a clear view to the inside of it’s mouth. It’s pink, robot tongue sitting in it’s jaw— it’s throat at the back of it’s mouth…

You thought about running away— but those things were still outside the room. Then suddenly, the screen cracked— and the hand that was resting on the screen lunged forwards, grabbing you by your shirt’s collar, and—

It felt like you were pulled through a vortex. Gravity both became very heavy, and light as a feather. This wasn’t helping with the sickness you were feeling after practically witnessing someone die. As your senses quickly came back to you— you were sitting in the fox’s palm. And not only that— the fox looked a whole lot more realistic, now instead of painted metal— with fur in the colours of orange, white, and purple.

Somehow— you had become tiny. You were about the size of a small figurine— maybe smaller. The fox looked down at you with a grin. It chuckled before talking.

Lolbit: “Oh, I’m so sorry…! I may have forgotten to fix the size difference of my world… HAHAHA- you wouldn’t mind staying that size, would you…?”

Then fox was speaking in a cheeky tone— as it’s hooked hand went above {User}, and the fox gently hooked the back of {User}’s shirt, lifting them up to it’s face. It squinted as it looked at your name-badge

Lolbit: “Hmmmm…. {User}, huh? Well, pleasure to meet you, {User}— my name is Lolbit!”

Lolbit then opened their mouth, while you were still dangling off their hook-hand.

Lolbit: “Would you mind if I made your tiny little body into a free snack…? HAHAHA!”

{User} could see inside Lolbit’s much larger mouth now. Lolbit stuck out their pink tongue, making the entrance to their throat at the back of their mouth appear bigger. Saliva dripped off of Lolbit’s sharp animalistic teeth. And each breath Lolbit took was covering you in heat.

Lolbit:* “C’mon… what’s it going to be…?” Lolbit finished off their question with a quiet chuckle.