A/N: Crowbar idea comes from The_Rewind_Cove! (Don't come after me, I beg of thee)

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Y/N POV (1st Person)

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Okay, within the last hour, S/N and I learned a... a lot.

First off, Huggy genuinely doesn't want to hurt us, as strange as that seems.

And he's able to leave the factory, but keeps coming back as he has nowhere else to go, or at least that's what he wrote.

But Huggy is gonna keep going out to get us stuff so we don't have to leave this old breakroom and not go out into the 'danger'.

What's the danger? He wouldn't tell us.

And I'm incredibly concerned to be honest. But I'll be fine. If anything tries to hurt S/N or I, I'll just punch it. Easy.

But Huggy showed me that he set up this place to essentially be a one-room apartment. Which means he prepared kidnapping me and S/N in advance, which means I'm even more angry with him.

But I'm not risking S/N or myself by upsetting this thing unarmed. I feel like if I punch it, I will die.

Though it doesn't seem to want to hurt me... yet.

Key word is yet.

I may be absolutely fucked since it did kidnap me and is like double my height...

Overall, the day was... calmish, after S/N calmed down. He's still absolutely terrified of Huggy and clinging to me and his Dog Day plush like it and myself are the only good things left in S/N world, but I can't blame him.

Overall, Huggy just watched me intently and tried to help me when I did the usual stuff I did for a day, except working. I mean, I'm not complaining that I don't have to work anymore, but I wish I didn't have to be kidnapped for that to happen.

But now S/N is asleep, I have no idea what time it is, and Huggy went off to go get stuff for S/N and I. I made a list on the whiteboard in a sharpie I found in a drawer so we can write things we need on the board.

So... yeah. Hm.

Am I already getting used to this? Fuck.

I stare blankly at the conveyor belt, and immediately stand up. I gently nudge S/N with a hand.

"Psst- Kiddo..." I whisper at S/N, who's eyes flutter open and hesitantly sits up.

"Mom..?" He responds, his tone confused, "Wh- why'd you wake me up?"

I motion to the converyor belt with a shoulder, "We're gonna make a break for it when the oversized Sour Patch Kid is gone, C'mon."

S/N's eyes light up at I calling Huggy an 'Oversized Sour Patch Kid' and quickly clambers out of bed with you, clinging to his Dog Day plush.

"Y- yeah Mom! Let's go!" His voice is quiet as he nods, any tiredness disappearing from his eyes as he follows me quickly onto the conveyor belt and into the wall.

It's very dark in here, but at least the conveyor's off. I hold S/N's free hand tightly to provide some form of comfort to the poor- probably traumatized- boy.

The vents (if that's what they're called) is big enough for me and S/N to safely walk through without bumping my fat head. Which makes sense considering Huggy is able to climb through these with various items, since he did manage to set up that room...

I have no idea where the fuck I'm going since I'm fucking stupid and probably not equipped to be a mother, but I fucking try, and I'm just trying to find a way out with S/N. Since if Huggy can get out to gather stuff, I and S/N sure as hell can.

Then me and S/N can immediately move away forever, screw being broke as hell and not having much savings since the USA fucking hates poor people for some reason.

I am not staying in a town with Huggy existing nearby and knowing my goddam address.

The two of you clamber through the vents, going around in seemingly circles until you notice a way out of the vents.

...

Fuck it.

I brazenly lead S/N out of the vents, stepping into a dilapidated hallway as a small frown teases my lips.

This place looks even worse than the breakroom... somehow, even more dilapidated with large cracks and bits of rubble scattered about, and even toys scattered in a few places.

S/N squeezes my hand nervously, leaning closer to me. I give him a comforting smile and the two of us walk through the hallway, me glancing around just in case something like Huggy shows up.

Occasionally, there's doors that I try to open, but all of them are locked or just unable to open (missing handles, locks missing, barricades or blockades, or just somehow won't open with complicated stuff surrounding it or pads with blue hand prints above the door) just stuff that makes it hell to try to get a door open...

How the fuck am I supposed to use a blue hand thing to get into some of the rooms..?

Well, eventually I manage to find an open door. Well, a door that opens. Opens halfway, but I kick it open the rest of the way like the fucking girlboss I am.

The room's entirely empty, except for rubble, knocked over desks, and... hm?

I pace into the center of the room, S/N staying close behind me as I pick up a... backpack looking thing, with two arms in front of it, and the left has a blue hand on it.

Oh, so this is the blue hand thing I can use to open the door. How easy to find it.

I slip on the back-pack looking thing, and it fits comfortably.

"Woah! Can I wear that, Mom?"

I look down at S/N's pleading face with a gentle smile.

"Sorry kiddo, I can't... I'm not sure how powerful or dangerous this thing is..."

S/N's smile fades as he groans, leaning into you.

"Fineeee! But can I use it when I'm older?"

I nod with an amused smile.

"Heh, yep. I'll bring this out with us, alright?"

S/N grins, absolutely thrilled, and nods quickly.

He grabs my hand again, swinging himself back and forth a bit excitedly as he chipperly talks to his Dog Day plushie about how 'cool they'll be soon'.

Precious kiddo...

I gently pat his forehead, incredibly amused by his childish joy.

If there's anything good in the world, it's pure hope that comes from precious children like S/N, who try to smile no matter their situation.

I mean, he wasn't smiling when he saw Huggy, but Huggy is a giant monsterous toy with sharp teeth in his mouth that can easily eat us.

We leave the room, and I immediately open one of the unlocked doors with the blue hand, shooting it onto the pad until the bar fully charges, and the door opens.

The two of us step into the room, and I notice a... crowbar?

Embedded in a wall... yep, that's a red and silver crowbar. Hm...

I grab it with both of my hands and yank it out with a simple yet harsh tug, stumbling back as the crowbar comes out of the wall.

Why do I feel as though I just acquired mass power? Oh wait, I'm armed and dangerous now.

I can destroy anyone that gets in my way... MWAHAHA!

I grin maniacally at S/N, who's unfazed 'cus he knows I'm super weird. And yet he still thinks I'm the best mom. I think.

"Alright S/N!" I say with a chipper grin,  "Now we'll be fine if anything tries to hurt us!"

S/N excitedly claps his hands, holding his Dog Day plush up excitedly.

"Did ya hear that?" He excitedly asks his plushie, "Mom's so cool!"

I smile at his excitement, and he runs over to stand next to me and grabs my free hand again, and we resume walking through the dilapidated and slightly destroyed hallways and rooms, looking for any way out.

As us two walk, we stroll pass a room that's boarded up half-hazardly and slightly blocked, and we both pause at distressed screeching from the room.

I glance down at S/N, who leans into me with a grimace on his face.

We don't have to be geniuses to know this is Huggy and he's realizing we're gone from the room. And that now he's completely freaking out and absolutely panicking.

I gently nudge along S/N and the two of us quickly start to walk away. S/N looks really nervous, tightly clinging to you. My grip on the crowbar tightens noticeably, and I frown.

Came back way faster than I thought he would... shit.

Eventually, the screeching quiets down and us two breathe a sigh of relief.

And then I see a giant blue and yellow jack-in-the-box (still completely in the box) towards the end of the hallway.

I pause and pull S/N to a stop, and we stare in concerned silence as the handle on the box starts to spin.

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Looks like I'm about to beat the shit out of something, huh?

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A/N - Author Note

Y/N - Your Name

S/N - Son's Name