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Two white pupils stared at him.
Skeppy saw life pass in front of his eyes, hell- He nearly fucking fainted.
When he turned on the flashlight.. He nearly fucking fainted^200.
The creature opened it's jaws and holy goodnes- That was a hell fucking ton of teeth. Does he stand a chance? Nope. Is he going to live? He's probably about to be eaten, slowly devoured and in probably the most painful way possible. ALSO, SINCE WHEN WERE THESE FREAKISHLY SPOOKY TOYS ABLE TO OPEN THEIR MOUTHS. S I D E W A Y S ? Hell, he should be looking for the missing employees. Not exploring the factory and encountering freaks of nature in itself!- (It's not personal, freaky creature. You didn't choose to be this spooky.)
Skeppy inmediatly fucking freezed. He.Was.Going.To.Die. Oh well, atleast he survived.. How many lethal rabid feral attacks did he survive?.. Welp.. He survived Huggy Wuggy's (Whoever made that name better be fucking rotting in hell) attack... Mommy Long Leg's (WHO MADE THESE NAMES???????) rather insane games.. Uhh... Catnap (That dude was fucking batshit crazy enough to drug him) and his lethal weed or whatever.. And now?.. This.
He's going to die.
To.
A.
Fucking.
Cat-looking living toy with far too many teeth.
Oh well.
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Nothing happened.
Skeppy hesitantly cracked a eye open, (When did he close them?) and.. The thing was still staring at him, but this time it had (gladly) close it's mouth. Oh goodness lord. Atleast he wont have his face bitten off. But considering his choices again.. He's probably going to be slowly eaten alive. God, what sins did he commit to deserve THIS?
"...Y-you're not gonna... E-eat me.. Right?.." The creature shook it's head. Huhuhuwhat?- Alright, sure.. Mommy mayyy or mayyy not have had (Emphasis on had) the capacity to talk like any other normal person. But.. Most of the experiments Playtime Co did weren't able to uhmm... Understand human language. Most of them were.. Violent.
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Awkward. He should be dying!! He should- He should be bleeding out in the fucking floor! This hasn't ever happened before!!!!!!-But oh well.. Most rules of nature in itself were broken when this place started doing random and evil shit.. Soooo.. Why even bother anyways? He's going to die. Right now.
The creature (Or cat?) tilted it's head curiously, a little jingle echoing across the room. Hold up..
Skeppy saw a cat-like collar around the.. Cat's?.. neck. It looked a little worn down, sure. But other than some chips and scratches.. It looked good as new. Maybe.. This "experiment" or whatever was a sort-of-pet toy?.. Gods, he hopes it wont end up like Dogday.. He doesn't know if that will end up in another trauma. Or a unholy adrenaline crash later on.
"...Aren't you supposed to be biting my arm off, or something?" The creature meowed. Like, actually meowed. But it sounded like an offended "what?", mhm. This place is seriously disturbing and concerning.
"Not much of a talker, are you?" If somebody were to hear him right now; they'd think he had went crazy. But how can he be the crazy one when he's gotten attacked by LITERAL FUCKING LIVING TOYS?.
A beat passed. Then another.
The "cat" (He's seriously going to have to go to a psych ward after all of this hellhole is over) hopped on the desk in front of Skeppy. knocking over a computer mouse.
"Soooo... Yup, you're harmless. Peace out." He started to slowlyyyyyy.... And just slooooowwwllllllyyyyyyyyyyy walk away. (Emphasis on slowly.)
Skeppy fucking tripped on air and fell over, making friends with the floor. Oh fucking great. This.. Day?.. Month?.. Week?.. couldn't get any better. Woohooo... Life is great...
"You're just gonna stare at me? Or..." The creature glared at him. Okay!- Hint taken!- Gee... Seriously you can't trip nowadays without a cat-looking-person-or-whatever-the-fuck-it-is glaring daggers at you. Nahh... He's not getting paid enough for this. In fact ; he's not even getting fucking paid for this shit!-
Said creature approached him, walking on all fours. Not a new thing. Oh well, was this the plan all along? Make him trip on a fucking invisible force and then kill him? Damn. Warn a man, atleast!!-
It nuzzled it's head agaisnt Skeppy's cheek.
Oh?
Well, that's quite new, in itself!
"Let me get this straight, you're not fucking rabid-" Skeppy sat up, sheepishly petting the.. Cat?.. Alright, it looks like a cat ; it behaves like a cat. So theory proven. It's a cat.
The cat shook it's head.
"Noooor are you a killer."
The cat shook it's head again.
"You look oddly cute, ya know?" The cat took pride in that, opening it's mouth just to spite him some more. He wishes he could erase that from his brain. He needs fucking eye bleach.
"I take it back."
The cat was oddly friendly.. Like.. Very fucking oddly friendly, it didn't even try to bite him or anything. (Other than side eyes and bombastic side eyes)
Skeppy took one fucking bigass choice.
He's keeping this cat.