Secret of the Mimic has got me back on the FNAF train a little bit, so have this tf story! Thumbnail art by  TheShamefulStore .

Clara was nearly at her wits end.

She had been driving for what felt like hours now, crossing the great Utah desert in her old beat up minivan. She was carrying loads of luggage and equipment for Fazbear Entertainment after they had their massive Glamrock Animatronic Concert in Las Vegas. Of course, the task of bringing all the merchandise and prizes home had fallen to her and her alone. After a long and arduous shift of gathering all the unsold toys (which there were thankfully few) and packed food and drink that could hardly be called food, she had set off for Hurricane.

Now, she was at her wits end, and all for a gift basket of exotic floral scents and conditioners. She was starting to regret saying she could handle it herself. Fazbear prized that kind of trait in its employees, but was it really worth it?

The dryness in the back of Clara’s throat said otherwise. She had drained her water 30 minutes ago, and didn’t see a rest stop coming up anytime soon. Her GPS said she’d reach one in 15 minutes so she’d be able to pick up some bottled water there, but the dehydration induced headache was beginning to intensify with every passing minute.

“Ughhhhh. There’s gotta be something here I can drink.” Clara said.

She pulled over to the side of the road (which didn’t seem necessary since there wasn’t a single car in sight for miles), and put her van into park. The AC was still thankfully cool as Clara unbuckled and began digging through the bag of drinks she had in the seat beside her.

It mainly consisted of Fizzy Fazs, the soda Fazbear Entertainment prided itself on being nearly 90% corn syrup. There was no way it was going to rehydrate her. She dug through some more hoping to find some Faz Water, the company water that was only 20% corn syrup and 80% water. But her luck failed as it seems all the bottles she found were just Sparkling Faz Water, which was 60% corn syrup, 20% water, and 20% sodium.

Clara sighed and closed the cooler bag up before pulling a new one from the pile in the back. She opened it and was greeted by a refreshing cool breeze as the ice cold drinks had remained as such. Clara dug through past the Glamrock Oranges and Chica Coolers, and found something that caught her eye.

It was the Roxanne Grape Flavor of Fizzy Faz, but it was labelled with a bright pink “Refreshing!” on it. The can felt a tad lighter than usual so Clara turned it over in her hand to read the back of it.

“Beat the heat with our brand new refreshing Fizzy Faz! With a greatly increased water content but that same great taste you love, you’re sure to enjoy our lovely products without worrying about your waistline! WARNING: Fazbear Entertainment does not confirm that this drink will reduce your waistline as that is determined by dietary needs and exercise. Use caution when drinking as Refreshing Fizzy Faz is highly flammable and susceptible to combustion should it be left out in the heat. Do not drink more than half a can in an hour as risk of cl…”

The rest of the text was covered up by a bright yellow sticker labelled “DEMO”, confirming Clara’s suspicions it had been advertised as a new product at the concert. Clara pulled the can out and checked the nutrition information and sure enough, it had 90% water content and only 10% corn syrup. Clara doubted it was possible for it to still taste like Fizzy Faz with that high water and not be laced with something she probably couldn’t pronounce, but it was better than nothing. Clara popped open the tab and took a cautious sip.

Surprisingly, it tasted very watery with hints of grape in the taste, similar to a seltzer water. It left a tangy, staticy feeling on her tongue like an energy drink, but Clara did feel refreshed after taking the sip. So she got back in her seat after closing the bag, buckled up once more, and set off down the highway again.

The rest of the drive was smooth sailing as Clara took big sips from the can. Her headache ebbed and slowly faded as Clara felt the cooled water and grape mixture enter her body. She was surprised she found herself enjoying a Fazbear product this much when all their other stuff was so bland or dangerous to your health. That warning at the end did raise some concerns considering how hot it was outside, but she wasn’t worried.

Soon enough, after a mere 10 minutes, she had drained the can entirely. She must have been much thirstier than she thought. Clara sighed and set the can down in the cupholder to continue driving. She’d still stop by the gas station to pick up some road snacks (she wasn’t going to chance eating any more Fazbear stuff while driving) but at least she wasn’t dying of dehydration anymore.

Although, she felt like her AC wasn’t doing a good job anymore. She felt a warmth coursing through her body that steadily began to rise. Beads of sweat trickled down the side of her head and she tugged on the front of her black long sleeve button up to try and beat the heat. It felt like it was getting worse by the second, and after a few minutes, Clara had trouble gripping the wheel firmly from how sweaty her hands were.

“Ugghhhh… is the AC… on the fritz ag-”

SHRRFFF!

Clara froze at the strange noise and looked down at her hands, only to be shocked by a patch of grey fur that had erupted from the back of them. She yelped and almost swerved off the road from surprise until she managed to take a breath and look back at the growing patches of fur.

It spread from the back of her hand across her palms as she gripped the wheel tightly. The fur engulfed her fingers and left a tingling sensation on the palms of her hand. She cautiously pulled her right hand back and looked down at her palm, where suddenly some black leathery pads emerged from the tips of her fingers and center of her hand.

“Whu-what? This can’t be-” SHINK! Clara was cut off by her nails cracking and splitting open, from underneath emerging some neon green claws. Her left hand followed suit and Clara began to realize how familiar those hands looked.

“...goddamn it Fazbear Entertainment.” was all she could say.

In an instant, the fur engulfing her body emerged from the neck of her shirt and quickly spread up her neck. Clara felt it grow across her face and did her best to stay focused on the road. If she could find somewhere to stop soon then maybe she might be able to stop this.

As if an answer from the lord himself, she saw the gas station coming up on the horizon, and instinctively stepped on the gas to hurry up. As she did, she felt her ears begin to quiver. They stretched out from the side of her head towards the top, nearly touching the roof of the van as they took on a more triangular shape. A thinner coat of fur covered them up while scruffy patches of it emerged from within the ears.

Clara’s hair began to shift, turning from its light brown to a lighter grey. It coiled and stretched out from her scalp wildly, stretching all the way down to her lower back. Clara was becoming more and more certain on who she was inevitably turning into.

She managed to slow down and signaled as she approached the gas station before turning into the driveway for it. As she began to head for a parking spot, she felt the changes beginning to heighten across her face. Her nose shrunk down a bit and rounded out, shifting a dark black color and becoming much like a canines. Her teeth quivered and stretched out from within her mouth, slowly shifting into fangs.

SHRRP! Clara’s attention was drawn down to her shoes as she felt a bit of cool air touch her feet. She saw that the tips of her shoes were bulging out now almost comically, with four distinct lumps pushing into the leather. From the tips of these lumps emerged four bright purple claws, which were doing there best to rip and clear a way for the rest of her growing toes.

“Oh no no no no no!” Clara panicked. She managed to get the car into park and quickly turned it off as her body was slowly beginning to grow and shift. She saw her hands and arm begin to stretch out of her sleeve as she unbuckled, grabbed the can of Refreshing Fizzy Faz, and opened the van door.

She practically ran across the pavement towards the gas station, which was easier said than done as her body was still growing and causing her slacks and button up to get tighter. She winced at the sensation of her face beginning to crack and stretch out ever so slightly, causing her nose to come into view.

A pleasant jingle greeted Clara as she pushed open the door to the gas station and began looking around for the bathroom. Luckily it was in plain view and not a soul was in sight (save for a sleeping attendant behind the counter). So she instantly booked it for the woman’s stall, wincing with every step as she could feel her feet getting more and more cramped in her sneakers.

Clara shoved open the bathroom door and closed it behind her before locking it. She breathed a small sigh of relief and faced the mirror, where she ended up practically screaming. Her entire face was covered in the fur across her body, and her eyes had shifted from their blue to a bright piercing yellow. This did confirm her worst fears. Somehow, she was getting turned into Roxanne Wolf.

Clara felt her face stretching out some more and gritted her teeth, seeing that they were all now fangs within her growing snout. Then with a loud, unsatisfying crack, her face finished growing and she now had a proper wolf’s snout.

“Ughhhhhh…” Clara gripped her head trying to stay steady but her growing body and heat was not helping. She remembered she was holding the can that had caused this mess still and looked down at the warning label. With her still growing hand she peeled off the sticker, revealing the rest of said label.

“... as risk of clothing and property damage may follow consumption of drink in such a short time frame. Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for subsequent discrimination, dismemberment, government experimentation, or death that may follow.”

“...Well shit.” was all she could say.

POOF! Clara ended up doubling over as she felt something light and fluffy emerge from her lower back. She turned around to see a large grey tail swishing in the new open air. She grabbed it to confirm it was real and sure enough, it was. Clara could feel her body still tensing up as the changes were finally reaching their apex.

CRRKKK!!! SNAP! Clara looked down to see her shoes were beginning to lose the battle already. The laces on top snapped away one by one as her growing paws stretched out the leather across her soles. She tried to stall the changes by scrunching her feet inside, but that only seemed to embolden it further.

“Ah… I need… Augh!” Clara yelped out as the fronts of her shoes popped open. Out emerged her four newly grown toes, complete with large purple claws and black paw pads underneath. The remains of her sock tore away from between the toes as they stretched out and bent the leather soles of her shoes even further.

Clara held up her arms to her head and tried to ease the soreness from them as they stretched out, beginning to rip the sleeves of her shirt. Her body rose up in the air, forming a gap between her pants and shirt that exposed her midsection. It was covered in a lighter shade of fur that poofed out and began to stretch the button on the front of her shirt. The bottoms of her pants began to rip along the seams as her calves and thighs packed on muscle and mass.

“Urk! I need…I need a new… job. HURK!” Clara was having trouble staying standing as her legs and lower body grew even further. A loud ping filled the air as the bottom and top buttons of her shirt popped off and flew away, slamming into the walls of the bathroom. She blushed a bit and reached down her still growing arm to cover up her body (even though everything was covered in fur).

Clara felt a rumble in her stomach and could feel her body tense up even more. Seams snapped and ripped. Her shoes’ laces all snapped off as her feet quivered and bulged against the still constraining leather. Her shirt began to rip along the back as fur and muscle alike seemed to beg for freedom. Clara closed one eye and gritted her teeth once more, trying to stay standing as the changes reached their climax.

“Augh…URK…AHHHHHHHH” Clara let out a tense scream as her body puffed out one last time. Her feet grew out and practically exploded her shoes and socks off her feet, leaving her standing on the crushed, damp leather soles. Her pants tore up across her calves as the button on them popped off, exposing a little bit of her underwear. Her shirt sleeves ripped up to her elbows and more buttons popped off, leaving only two measly buttons covering up her chest.

Clara panted and breathed heavy breaths as she tried to compose herself. She looked up into the bathroom mirror and was frozen in a moment of awe. She looked… just like Roxanne. She was missing the makeup and green streak in her hair (along with her ruined clothes), but she resembled the animatronic star to a T. Her puffy hair and tail, lanky strong body, and sharp fangs and claws matched with her piercing yellow eyes.

Clara stepped out of the remains of her shoes and got a closer look into the mirror, admiring her new look and face and just doing her best to stay calm.

“Wow. How does something like this even happen?” she asked no one in particular. Her whole body felt so nice and loose after the transformation, despite the prior uncomfortableness. Although she looked down at her now ruined uniform and shoes and realized she probably had bigger issues to worry about now.

A knock at the bathroom door snapped her out of her trance, and she remembered where she was and all the racket she just made.

“Ma’am? Are you ok in there?” asked what CLara assumed was the attendant, surely awoken by her frenzied yelling.
“Uh yes! Just peachy. Just had some… uh… ‘movements’ I had to take care of.” she fibbed. An uncomfortable pause filled the air before the attendant coughed.

“Well uh… there’s some guy here to see you. Said he’s gotta talk to you about something urgent once you get out of there” the attendant said. Clara raised an eyebrow as the attendant walked away. She began to move towards the door before realizing she had left a total mess. Sighing, she cleaned up the remains of her clothes (and tossed the Refreshing Fizzy Faz down the trash along with it) before plodding over to the bathroom door and unlocking it.

As she opened it up and stepped outside, she was surprised to have been greeted by a stern, older looking fellow in a suit who she recognized as one of the Fazbear Entertainment executives. A chill ran down her spine as she realized what sort of scenario would beckon one such as him to talk with her.

“Hello. Clara Edger I take it?” he said. Clara nodded hesitantly and was surprised to see the man not seemingly care that she was now a 7 ft. tall wolf lady. Instead, he extended out a hand as a gesture of goodwill.

“Mike Finch. Executive Officer of the Fazbear Research group.” he introduced. Clara took his hand and shook it, being cautious as to not dig her massive claws into his flesh.

“From my understanding, it seems you’ve come into contact with a contaminated batch of one of our newer products. Is that correct?” Mike asked. Clara was dumbfounded and thought it was a trick question, but his raised eyebrow showed it was genuine.

“Errr yeah… I mean yes sir. It was that new Refreshing Fizzy Faz.” she explained. Mike nodded as he cleared his throat.

“Well I got good news and bad news regarding this. Ok more like two bad news and one really good news. First one, obviously you’re fired for drinking company products without prior authorization or payment.” he said. Clara sighed. She had seen that coming.

“Secondly, we’ve had this happen before. You should count yourself lucky your brain stayed intact. Couple other times this happened… less than ideal results.” he said. Clara felt a chill run down her spine at what he was alluding to before he continued.

“Unfortunately, we don’t know how long exactly these effects last. Could be days, weeks, months. Heck maybe even until death. We still aren’t sure. But hey, at least you got the better end of the deal here.” he said with a concerning amount of enthusiasm.

“Now, for the really good news. You’re rehired now as our brand new understudy for Roxanne herself. Expect a sharp pay raise and some new housing to be provided for you for however long… this lasts.” he said. Clara was frozen from shock. A promotion?!???! From turning into a wolf?!??!?

“So, any questions?” Mike asked. Clara was snapped out of it and quickly sputtered out a “N-no sir!” Mike seemed satisfied with this response and gave a sly grin.

“Good. Your training and coaching starts Monday. We’ll need to take that truck off your hands though since it’s no longer under your jurisdiction so…you’ll have to make it back to Hurricane yourself.” Mike said. Clara felt her elation deflate as Mike waved goodbye and walked out towards what she presumed was his car (a very, VERY fancy Mercedes Benz sedan). Next thing she knew, his car and her truck pulled away along with a whole convoy of Fazbear Entertainment vehicles.

Clara looked around the now empty gas station as the sun set outside and found a seating area. She sat down on one of the convenient bean bags next to the window and stretched out her paws, just letting the weight of the last 30 minutes drop off her.

This was NOT how she expected this day to go.