Fnaf Animatronics Toy Novels & Stories

She was holding something behind her back with both hands in the way of someone who has picked up an object and then immediately regretted picking it up but hasn’t yet decided to put it down. “Vivian.” Franklin was up beside me. “What is that?” She hesitated. Then she brought it around from behind her. It was a toy. A stuffed animal of some kind, the sort that had been designed to be alarming in the way that a particular generation of horror-adjacent children’s toys had been designed… exaggerated features, button eyes that caught the light in a specific way, a mouth stitched into an expression that sat ambiguously between friendly and deeply unsettling. It had clearly been in the mansion for

And now here I was, at nine-freaking-thirty in the morning, legs curled up in bed with my phone in one hand, scrolling through what could only be described as the horniest section of the internet: the sex toy section. The names alone were sending me into cardiac arrest. What in God’s name was a “ThrustMaster 3000”? And why did it have attachments that looked like they belonged in a sci-fi movie? Then there was the “Bunny Bender” complete with rotating beads, pulsing ears, and something labeled “triple intensity.” Triple intensity? I was struggling with just the single intensity of Ryan’s voice in my head. There were Clitoral suction, curved shaft, rabbit ears, quiet mode…

“Of course not. He’s just an ordinary friend.” As if he did not hear her explanation, the salesperson brought her to the shelf on the other side of the shop. “Anyway, he’s just a man. And as long as he’s a man, no matter how old he is, he’ll have the playful mind of a full-grown boy. These figurines are the best-sellers in our store.” Lucy looked at the various figurines displayed on the racks—there were anime characters and mechas. She took a glance at the price tags and was surprised. “Are all these toys so expensive?”

Rayan stammered. Scott took that as an affirmative and guided Rayan to the register so they could test the toys. It's not quite what Rayan meant, but at this point he was kind of just along for the ride. The cashier, decked out in braids and body jewelry, was actually super helpful, opening all the packages so Rayan could feel them. She even ran through the features of the electric ones. He was a little afraid to touch them. "Honestly, hun, you look super nervous," she commented. "Don't be. These things don't bite, they're designed to feel good. Will this be your first one?"

"Five for five, on the furthest peg. But, Alpha, you don’t—" Zane lifted a hand. Silence. One glare cleared the line of waiting players. The poor guy holding rings went pale and abandoned his turn. Zane gestured toward the wall of prizes. "That toy. The small one. Cinna. Is it the biggest?" I frowned. Cinna was barely ten inches tall, and there were far larger plush animals dangling from hooks. A woman’s voice cut in from behind the vendor. "Oh no, Alpha. That’s from the third prize tier. We have five higher." She stepped into view, all smiles and lashes aimed at Zane.

"There is a condition though. You have to come to me tomorrow afternoon and swear to be my sex toy. Will you do that, Lucy?" "Od es," she gagged out. "Come to me tomorrow afternoon, wearing your cheerleader outfit. Don't wear any panties. Go shopping tomorrow morning and buy a quarter cup, push-up bra to wear. You must wear the bra, but no panties under your cheerleader uniform. Do you understand?" "Es." She sucked harder, pushing him deeper into her mouth. He felt the tip of his cock pressing against the back of her throat. "Then you'll come to me and offer yourself as my sex toy. You'll say swear to let me fuck you anytime I want, anywhere I want, anyway I want. Will you do that, Lucy? Wil

He looked at me, his eyes regaining that earlier glint. ​"That," he said, "was a complete waste of electricity. The animatronics were dated." ​I laughed, a bright, genuine sound that drew a few looks from passing families. "Dated? August, you screamed. Not a masculine, get-back-demon roar, either. It was a save-me-from-the-closet yelp." ​"I was startled by the structural instability of the wall," he countered, his jaw tightening as he began to walk, forcing me to hurry to keep up with him.

"Everyone is mesmerized by them and I found them quite disturbing." "Disturbing?" "Yes, like, they're yellow... and why some have two eyes and some just one? Why can't they properly talk? And they are actually bad, do people realize that?" He snorted. "They're from an animated movie." "So? You've asked for an ugly thing." "Okay, so minions are 'disturbing' and yet you like that." Nate pointed the puppy and I hugged it tighter, smiling somewhat teasingly. "I love him. Stuffed toys are the only animals I tolerate."

asked Hanson. "Yeah," Andy nodded. "It can fly if you press that button on it's chest there—" "Perfect!" the man exclaimed. Andy was already feeling uncomfortable with the discussion. Hanson picked the contraptions he'd dropped on the bed and placed it at the back of the toy. What Andy saw next was astounding. The eyes, and ring on the toy's chest, turned on automatically, like the headlights of a car. Then the toy began to flex its joints. "Hi, Lucy," said Hanson.

I lean back in my chair and smile. “Boss,” Aaron says, exhaling as he sets the box down, “your alien toy is ready and delivered.” “I expected it to be bigger.” Aaron shoots me a dry look. “That thing’s over six feet. What more do you want from it?” “I wanted a chubby alien.” “I assure you, if that thing had bones and body fat, it’d weigh over 300 pounds. Thing’s a menace already.” “It’s not enough for the joke I had in mind,” I mutter, eyeing the box.