requested by: EarthChild0717

⸙ warning!

mentions of blood
and lots of cursing ahead!

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a screech echoed against the walls of the old, abandoned factory as you ran through the dimly-lit halls of the factory.

a spine-chilling screech that echoed down from where you were running from, made your heart beat even more faster as you can feel your legs begin to wobble underneath you. and yet, you didn't plan on stopping from running away as you refuse to let your exhaustion to take over you.

what makes this whole situation worse is the long, bleeding scratches on your left shoulder that fucking blue cat left on you. it's barely just a little scratch and you doubt that you won't die from blood loss. the only thing that's stopping it all from completely pouring out is the piece of clothing you have torn from your shirt before wrapping it around the wound.

you hissed in pain as your hand gripped tightly on your left shoulder as you continue to run from who you remember the mascot toy to be as, 'candy cat' from the posters you've seen so far while you were exploring around. you could barely gasp for air as you heard another loud, ear-piercing shriek echoing against the walls around you, making you whimper as you tried to access each and every door you'd pass by from left to right.

but none of them even opened for you.

good fucking news, i'm done for!

that's what you thought until something caught your eye. there, attached to the wall just right in front of you, is an open door that leads to the vents surrounding the factory. you didn't even hesitate once you finally saw an escape and immediately crawled inside the vent, making damn sure to shut down the door close behind you before quickly crawling to any direction you think is the safe path to take.

i hope nothing would go wrong at the other end or else i'm just leading myself to my own death bed

coming here to explore at night is a bad idea. no, scratch that, this is not even your idea. it's all nothing but for a fucking bet that went terribly wrong.

you should've just taken the knife back then instead of being chased down by a killer mascot inside an old, abandoned toy factory.

"i dare you to explore that creepy factory just near outside of town with this.", your so-called 'friend' smirked at you as they pull out a camera with a stupid grin plastered on their ugly-ass face. "make sure to film the whole thing because i will be uploading it on social media. dude, i'll be fucking famous!", they say as they threw over the camera to you, to which you caught it flawlessly in your hands.

you examined it closely in disbelief,

you saw how your friend's lips fully turned into a scowl as they suddenly grabbed you by the collar, pulls you towards them while both of your hands grabbed theirs. you held their gaze and glared back at them, refusing to back down as they spoke,

"well, it sounds to me that you're pussying your way out of this. don't forget that you lost a bet and this is all your fucking fault. you led yourself into this. you caused this mess so you'll be the one to clean it up, you got that?

or maybe . . .", their hand went to grab you by the neck as their other pulls something out from their back pocket. you hate to admit it but you did felt fear when you saw what it was.

a pocket knife.

". . you prefer cleaning up your own blood off the floor of my lovely basement, hm? i mean, i know you know that you still got a lot of space there to be carved on with this little baby right here.", they let out a low chuckle as they placed the knife against your cheek.

with sweat slipping down your whole body and on each side of your head, you gulped as you struggled to breathe. their hold on your neck is getting tighter and you have no choice but to nod in order for them to feel satisfied enough to let you go, "a-alright, alright. i'll get your damn tape. now give me some air, will ya?"

"as you should.", and with that, they pushed you back hard enough for you to trip backwards on your own feet as you fall onto the ground with the camera still on your hand.

"motherfucker . . .", you cursed under your breath as you then heard a motor revving somewhere near you. "watch your mouth, you little shit. i'm expecting you here the day after tomorrow at dawn with my tape!", and with that, you felt the ground shake a bit as they drove away with their bike, leaving you there on your own as you could only stare up at the dark and seemingly-endless sky above you. there are no stars out that night, nor some grey, passing clouds.

just pure darkness . . .

"fuck!", you cried out in pain as you gritted your teeth to refrain yourself from screaming out all of the emotions you've been bottling up from each and every moment of your life where you feel like giving up.

it's kinda funny how you're still holding on when you've barely done anything useful in your life.

this is basically just you wasting your life away right at this moment as you don't know what direction to take in front of you. there are three paths, each one for each sides and one in the middle.

i don't know this place will be filled with puzzles that even the vents have them! my useless brain is not capable for any of this, at all

and you wouldn't also expect to get hunted down by a merciless, cat mascot that you thought was used to be for children for their own entertainment. a toy that used to be harmless, now a merciless murderer set to seek out for blood and pain.

or has it always been that way?

maybe this is the reason why they shut down? how could they even let these monsters off on their own like this?

because they sure aren't friendly like what i've seen back on the television

as if you got your answer to your previous question, you suddenly heard a loud bang coming all the way from where you came. your blood ran cold.

shit! they're here!

you panicked and just took the middle path as you crawled with your hands and feet, crawling as fast as you can as you feel your anxiety slowly creeping in.

you were anxious at the thought that they might catch up to you with their sharp and deadly claws and who knows what else they can give you than just a scratch?

still remembering how their claws sunk easily through your skin made you think that you'll probably end up in pieces if you were ever get caught.

the thought didn't make you feel any better at all as you can hear the loud, thumping sounds coming from inside the vents as they get closer . . .

. . . closer

and clo―

"!!!"

everything around you suddenly went into slow motion as you felt the weight under you disappear into nothing but thin air, literal thin air. the vent underneath you has loose screws and so the moment you were about to pass by it, it pushes forward, causing you to fall out.

you didn't even know you were that high off the ground as you fell onto the concrete ground. the hard impact of the fall sent a painful surging wave onto your whole body as you felt your breath get caught in your throat, which made your whole body ache more as you closed your eyes from dizziness and nauseousness.

you feel like fainting right there and then, you doubt your body can still even move for you from that fall. you tried to stand up with your arms and legs that were shaking underneath your body, your head lowered down as you tried to calm your breathing as a way for you to regain yourself.

i better get out of here alive,
fuck that tape.

these scratches are my proof to show them that i didn't pussied out

yes, the camera given to you has been graciously thrown at candy cat earlier - more like, deadly cat - when they suddenly jumped at you out of nowhere. thinking about it leave your whole body no choice but to move the moment you remembered how it's claws sunk onto your skin. you can't stay there and let yourself become a scratching post if they're gonna caught up to you. again, you need to get out of here, alive.

barely alive, that is

with a huff, you stand up on your feet, almost falling to the side as you take a look around your surroundings. there were just lockers around while some pieces of clothing were lying around the tiled floor. that's when you thought that perhaps you've landed in one of the rooms that were only for staff members.

this room must be their locker room

obviously, the lockers gave it away but you didn't care. the only thing on your mind is to hide if you're that desperate to stay alive. a distorted screech from above is enough to make your mind go full on panic as you begin to check if there are any possible, already opened lockers to be hidden in. you were almost in tears when you couldn't find an open locker as you thought of candy cat falling out of that vent any second now.

"please, please . . . !"

as if your situation couldn't get any worse, you were stopped in your tracks when you turned a corner, only to be met by a tall-ass, blue toy mascot standing eerily still at the end of the room.

is that? wait, is it really that toy?

huggy wuggy, the huggable toy that's ever been made.

or so that's what you've heard atleast.

that's his name, you remember the commercials of this toy factory you used to see back from the television when you were little.

but he's nothing like what they said

all of them looks nothing
but murderous beasts . . .

fear finally took over you when you realized that you don't have the courage left to make any moves. you just stood there with your bloody hand still on your left, wounded shoulder. you can't even take your eyes off of him as he begin to move towards you. it's as if you were in a trance and you can't force yourself to look away.

you glanced up at him as he looked back down on you. you feel so small compared to his height.

"don't . . . please don't . . .", you pleaded, hoping he would somehow understand you as you slowly shake your head side to side. you couldn't hold back your tears as your vision gets blurry before they fall down onto your cheeks.

"don't kill me, p-please . . ."

he tilted his head to the side before crouching down on one knee. then, he pulls out his yellow hand towards you. your brows furrowed, confused as you looked at his hand then back up to his face. his his red, goofy-looking smiley lips making you feel unnerved as you took a step back away from him.

"a k-key?", you whispered under your breath as he gave you a nod in response.

you guessed that he probably cannot speak or even have the ability to but thank goodness that he somehow could understand what you're saying. you disn't waste anymore thoughts and just took the key from his hand before inserting it to the locker that's standing just beside you.

to your relief, the key worked as it's door creaks open. now you wonder if the key is a complete coincidence about how it belongs to the locker but then again, you stopped yourself from thinking too much about it before stepping inside. to your surprise, the toy mascot, himself, even closed the door for you. talk about being a gentleman. you can see him through the thin and small gaps of the locker, your eyes wide as saucers as you take in some steady and short breaths.

that's when you hear those all too familiar shrieking sounds from somewhere around this very room you were in.

the killer cat's here . . .

you held back a gasp when you heard a low growl emitting from huggy, who's standing just outside your locker as you noticed how he went near your locker's door as if he's blocking you.

is he . . is he really protecting me?

you don't want to believe it at first. it just seems impossible for one of the mascots in this hellish, abandoned factory to be defending you like this. given to what you've seen and experienced so far from candy cat, you just had the idea that the others would like them as well.

but this one, huggy wuggy, didn't even lashed out at you and gave you a key that will help you access to a locker where then you're able to hide yourself away from the viscious claws of candy cat.

what you're witnessing in front of you, is unbelievable. you can see candy cat now standing right in front of huggy. they're looking up at him as keep on hissing at him, as if they're asking huggy if he's seen a certain someone around here.

another low growl emitted from huggy, then a hiss from candy cat. that's when you almost let out a scream as a loud and ear-piercing screech suddenly came off as it echoes around the room.

hell, it could've echoed throughout the whole factory because of how loud it was. covering your mouth with both of your hands - while accidentally staining some of your blood on your cheeks as you do so -, you sat down inside the small space of the locker, pulling your legs over to you as you shut your eyes, shivering due to fear as you patiently waited.

what exactly am i wating for?

oh right . . .

waiting for a chance to finally escape from all of this mess

you then heard something shuffling outside in a rushed manner before everything went silent. deadly silent.

are they gone or . . . ?

you don't know whether to move and walk out or just stay in there in case huggy changed his mind and decided he'll be the one to finish you off.

what if this whole time he actually wanted you all to himself and so he sent candy cat away so he could kill you with only his bare hands?

or perhaps, by his own jaws?

his own teeth?

you whimpered at the horrible thought.

a few minutes of silence passed by until you decided to come out to see for yourself. for sure, huggy will not come at you after all of that whole exchange with him earlier, right?

he could've killed me right on the spot back there but he gave me a key instead

you looked at the key in your hand. then with a deep breath, you stand up and pushed open the door. your shoulders flinched on instinct - which made you hiss a little when you felt a sharp pain coming from your wound as you almost forgot about it - when you saw huggy standing just right beside the locker you're in, looking down at you, grimly and still.

if you stared at him longer, you would thought that he's nothing more but a harmless toy mascot.

which is the complete opposite of what he is and the others.

has he been waiting for me this whole time im in there?

you looked to the other side at the end of the hall, then above, then behind you and behind huggy. no killer cat mascot to be seen anywhere, which made you release a breath you didn't even know you were holding before sliding against the locker on your back as your butt met the cold, dirty floor.

you're aware at the fact that there's a more dangerous and threatening creature just standing right beside near you but for some reason, you feel oddly safe with huggy wuggy around. he's not even doing anything or showing any kind of signs that he's gonna harm you.

he's just watching, inspecting.

huggy on the other hand, has grown curious about you. he's wondering how come a wounded mortal human like you can still move around at this point. the only reason he knows you're inside the factory is when he heard something moving around the vents that were placed above his small stage. that gave him the thought that someone is inside.

then he only followed when he heard a very familiar hiss that could only come from one of them, candy cat.

he can smell the copper-like scent of the now dried up blood right there on your wound on your shoulder. he enjoyed it, he admit but he didn't let himself to give in. after all, he wanted you to be alive. you seemed important to him and so he will help you get out to where you actually belong, which is the outside of those doors where it's safer.

he also knew that it was candy's claws that caused that horrible wound, and he cannot help but be furious about it.

hurt . . . they're hurt . . .

"huggy wuggy, right?"

he heard you call out to him as his mind went clear and focused on you and what you're saying. your voice sounds so strained, he dislikes it.

he gave a small, single nod at you as he saw how the corners of your lips quirks up, your eyes were half-way close as you smiled up at him with your head leaning back against the locker,

"thank you, for . . .", your eyes fully closed as you swallowed down your saliva, dehydration and exhaustion has finally caught up to you as you finished what you're trying to say, ". . for saving me, huggy wuggy . . .", you trailed off.

the moment those last words left you, you went completely numb as you completely passed out. huggy rushed towards you with a hand carefully touching your cheek as he stared at your chest.

breathing . . . still alive . . .

he thought as he felt relieved to learn that you are still indeed breathing as your chest heaves up and down in a soft and gentle manner. snaking his arms around your small and beat up body, he lifted you up off the ground as he pulls you close against his chest before starting to make his way towards the entrance doors of the factory, taking his time as he passed by bron who's eyeing you as you were cradled in huggy's arms.

huggy's mouth noticed this before his mouth then slowly opens, exposing those sharp, razor teeth at the dinosaur, as if to threaten him while saying, 'just try and i'll bite your face off'. bron - for his own sake - immediately got the message so he went back to his usual position, not wanting to anger the other toy mascot in any way for he knows how violent and murderous huggy can be anytime he wants to, which is why poppy trusts him the most.

huggy felt triumphant at what he did as he continued his way towards the entrance doors.

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you woke up with a startle as your eyes shot wide open.

looking around your surroundings, you find