So apparently I did a survey awhile back and got a free short story done about some of my OC's

So I'm gonna post it here now.

Characters involved
87 (Dutch Angel Dragon)
It's Me (Dutch Angel Dragon)
&
Cobalt (Two-tailed Wolf)

87 and It's Me are my FNAF themed characters, so this Story is revolved around the FNAF universe.

Word count: 1033

Characters ©  Treepelt97

Writing ©  BlueSeiryuu /  CritterCreativeIndustries

FNAF © Scott Cawthorn

Dutch Angel Dragons ©  ino89777

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The wolf awoke the two slumbering beasts. Long gone had Freddy and his clan been, now dwelling deep in the ruins of Fazbear’s pizzeria were some of the half finished creations that never saw the light of the world until its collapse. It would be one particularly industrious and ambitious wolf that would grant the two their freedom.

When the building had been demolished, it was revealed there was a network of tunnels underneath, many of the rooms at the tunnel’s ends were sealed tight, and small animals had made themselves at home in the system. Food was scarce in winter, and with a pack to feed, she found herself patrolling the area around the ruins more frequently. She didn’t have a choice that evening, she would have to enter the ruins themselves.

She found herself crawling through the rubble, fur snagging on ancient and rusted pipes. She let out a low cry as she tumbled into the tunnels beneath the wreckage. Her body glowed in the flickering lights, her nose twitching as she sought out the scent of small creatures housed within. Her hip was bleeding profusely, most likely snagged as she fell down. She had limped a distance from the opening, her ears were flat against her head, she let out a low whimper as she realised there was little food to be made available.

Lights were intermittent in this underground cavern, it was because of the flickering that she hadn’t noticed the dim yellow spot scanning various rooms as she scanned the halls. Her ears were filled with the sounds of creaking concrete and pipes screaming with steam, it was making her anxious but she held her resolve. That was, of course, until she spotted the yellow circlet of illumination. She tried to convince herself it was nothing, yet as she twisted slowly on her own axis, she was met with a beast unlike any she’d ever seen.

It had a mask of a mime, the left eye did not function, and the light of the yellow circlet on the right was shining at the space between her own eyes. She found herself holding her breath as sparks flew down from the cables entangled in its yellow wings. The mechanical laugh as it took a slow approach towards her, lower jaw unhinged was enough to make her flee. She did not care about the pain in her hips, as she fled.

The creature had lost sight of her, and let out a disappointed growl. It was so desperate to play, and it had never had the opportunity to interact with a creature that actually breathed, that respired . The wolf in question was desperate to scramble, the creature made her think of the creepy dolls that her mother would play with when she was still the pack leader. Now her ears could hear the echo of metal on concrete as if the whole network of chambers were alive. That creature was still in pursuit, as a contrast to the slow and rigid movements it exhibited earlier, it ran with speed akin to a real dragon.

All of a sudden, she found the sound of the screeches around her were almost double in volume. Her eyes widened and she let out a desperate howl and found her body unable to respond to the demands of her brain to keep moving. The other one, the new creature, mechanical like the first one, only with a more furry, realistic looking face let out a loud cry that paralysed her to the spot before, as her panicked state made her chest constrict the creature darted off in the direction of the other. Which, even to her stunned ears, seemed to have taken a moment to stop and admire itself in the many mirrored chambers of the hall.

It was thought that such creatures lacked the ability to experience fear, yet as it watched the reflection, unaware of the subtle differences between its own face and the one it was watching, it could feel something uneasy in its body. The reflection was letting out a low growl at 87, the wolf could only cower away in fear, as the sound of metal on metal contact as the new creature began to terrorise the beast that had attacked her.

Howls echoed across the tomb of machines as the wolf fled down the halls. She found herself lacking her cool and collected leadership skills as she charged away from the two monsters fighting. Her body was exhausted, the wound on her hip from the tumble into the chambers and as the fire in her nerves around the wounds worsened, she found herself whimpering in front of some rubble. The sound of damaged springs and gears echoed across the hollow chambers, gears were grinding with a desperate screech. She found herself shivering, eyes moulded shut, when she felt a cold hand caressing the top of her head, like she was a common dog. She let out a squeal and was met by a damaged yellow face.

“I am ‘It’s Me’ do not come back here.” The wolf was grateful for the help of the machine.
“You speak?” She was anxious as the mechanical creature, rear brightly coloured and forebody torn down to its mechanical endoskeleton, began to approach her. She felt herself backing away, this creature had thrashed out at her before.
“I mean no harm, the other, I can not say. I was merely interested in keeping that creature away.” It was now she noticed the damaged ear, sparks flying from behind the torn fur and shredded cables. “You are brave.”
“So brave I fled from you.” She laughed awkwardly.
“You can leave through the opening just beyond the rubble behind you. Here, as a machine, I have no need for perishables.” In the mechanical Dutchie’s extended paw was a box of surprisingly tasty looking food. “Many come here, they drop food when they flee.” It explained.

The wolf heeded its warning, and never set foot on the land once more. Once in awhile, she would think of the fighting between It’s Me and the other creature, and the fear that other creature instilled in her.