Five Nights At Freddy's (Foxy x OC) Part 7

I flinched at the crashing noise. I was slammed down on a table. I looked around, panicked. I was in the room with the extra suits. I could hear my heart beating in my ears.

"Chica, Bonnie." Freddy greeted the chicken and the bunny as they walked in. I tried to pulled away.

"We brought the stuff, Fred." It was a girly voice. I couldn't see which one the voice belonged to.

"Good. Hand it to me. Is Foxy on his way?"

Another girl's voice came from my other side. Chica walked into view as she spoke. "Yeah. I told him."

"Chica, hold her arms. Bonnie, get her legs."

I started screaming again and trying to get away as soon as I felt both animatronics grab me. A piece of cloth was tied around my eyes.

"Can you shut up?" Bonnie, as I had learned from her voice, yelled at me.

A pair of hands, probably belonging to Freddy started to undo the buttons of my shirt. "What the hell are you doing?!" I tried even harder to get out of the female robots grasps.

"He doesn't want us to ruin a perfectly good uniform." Freddy chuckled. He was referring to the owner.

"I'm here." Foxy's voice was close to me.

"Good. I need you to hold her down here." I couldn't see what they were doing. I felt a furry hand place itself at one hip, the arm coming down to hold down the other.

"Oh, this is so much fun!" Chica exclaimed. "Why didn't we think of this earlier?"

I felt something press down above my belly button. "Now, try not to move a lot, ok?"

There was a quick line of something moving down. At first, I didn't feel anything.

And then it felt like fire. Another line, shorter this time. And another, and another.

I tried to arch up off of the metal table, but too many hands were holding me down. Finally, whoever had been holding the sharp thing, backed away. "Ok, I'm done. Who wants to go next?"

I whimpered, not able to form any words. I could feel something warm dripping down my sides. My blood. "I will." The hands at me feet were gone, only to be replaced by even bigger ones.

The cycle repeated. I screamed so loud that my throat felt like it had been torn into. It took her longer. She was slower with her cuts.

Finally, though, she stepped back and I could hear the chicken giggling. "Oh goody! I've always wanted to practice my art skills."

It was about then that my mind started going fuzzy. My screams started to slur. A few sentences got through the haze in my mind. "Foxy, your turn!"

"No thanks. I'll pass on this one."

"Whatever you say."

"She needs to be bandaged up. She is losing too much... uh, I think they call it blood."

My mind went back to darkness after that. The next time I woke up, I was still on the table, but I had blood stained bandages around my middle. The blindfold was off. I was alone.

"Hello?" My voice sounded weak, even to my own ears. I tried to sit up, but pain shot it's way through my entire body.

"Just stay lying down for a bit, ok?"

I flinched. "Stay away from me."

"I didn't-"

I cut him off. "I know you didn't actually hurt me. But you held me down, you watched me! Just... just go away, Foxy." I didn't want anything to do with these things.

"At least let me take you to your car." I didn't have time to protest. He picked me up, being careful not to touch me with his hook. My head was clearing, little by little.

He pushed open the front doors, looked around, and carried me to my little car. "Ok, put me down now."

He set me on my feet. My abdomen felt like it was on fire, but I was still able to stand. I opened the car door, and lowered myself into the seat, gritting my teeth against the pain.

"Bye, Foxy." I whispered, slamming the car door shut. I drove off, not looking back.