A Soft Ambush

A low electrical hiss sputtered in my throat the moment I spotted a round blue shape lurking under the sofa drape. It possessed smooth, intact curves—too intact. My servos whirred violently. With a grinding lunge, I cocked my right fist and drove a ferocious punch straight into its center. There was no crack or shatter. My fist sank deeply into soft plush fleece with a muffled wheeze. The knitted throw pillow merely folded around my hand, springing harmlessly back into shape. Have you seen my face? I demanded, yanking my arm free from the unyielding cushion. have u seen my face 🗣🗣🗣🗣🔥🔥🔥#fnaf