Ding Ding Ding Ding…
Ding Ding Ding Ding…
Immediately you looked to the clock. The luminescent digital clock glowed : 6:00 am. Relief washed over you and heaved a heavy sigh, your heart still drumming in your ears, loudly enough you swear Freddy could probably hear it. As if on cue you heard his throaty laughter in your ear. “…It looks like you survived your first night (__f/n__).” He rasped into your ear, his hands kneading your shoulders as if you massage you- though as tense as you were you couldn’t help but falter under his touch as his nimble fingers made easy work of the knots in your shoulders. “Let’s see how lucky either of us can be in this little game, hm? I certainly am interested.” His lips were brushing against your earlobe, hot breath sending a whole different kind of shiver down your spine. He pressed a soft kiss under your ear near your jaw line and nipped softly causing your breath to audibly hitch. Freddy began to trail more kisses down your neck and towards your throat. Your head was cloudy and you felt as if you weren’t in control of your own body. This man…Freddy…he…
It was 6 am. You were done. You were alive. You were letting this teddy bear douchebag make out with your neck. What the fuck was wrong with you? Something snapped. You sucked in a breath and brought your hands up to the lapels on his vest, you could feel that bastard smirk against your throat as he continued to press kisses against you, hand sliding down to your elbows. Placing your palms against his chest you pushed him off, sending him back a few steps and your chair to be pushed back the other way. You quickly grabbed your things and coat and bolted down the opposite hallway. A dark scarlet staining your cheeks as you made your way- only to see Bonnie and Chica walking to the stage. Chicka looked at you over her shoulder and gave you a sunny smile.
“See you tomorrow (__f/n__)!!” She chimed and gave you a simple wave as she climbed on stage. You blinked- and that was all it took for the petite blonde to suddenly be the large creepy as shit chicken. Bonnie on the other hand gave you that same confident smirk.
“Looks like someone had a close encounter with the boss.” He teased, before getting into place on the stage. A choked sound escaped your throat- and that all too familiar feeling of being watched settled upon you again as your shaking hands fumbled with the keys before letting yourself out and relocking the door behind you. Despite your legs feeling like jelly you managed to run to your car, slide into the drivers side and lock the doors to your car. You fell against your steering wheel- sobs racking your body, strangled sounds and unintelligible words falling from your lips. You felt like you’d been hit by a truck. It was a lot to process. A lot of information, that was some heavy shit. You couldn’t do this. There was just no fucking way that you could manage to do it. You simply wouldn’t survive it. This job would work you to death. Literally. Work was fucking killer. These thoughts of course only brought more tears and wails. It was a few hours before you finally calmed yourself down. You sobs quelling down to shaky breaths. Looking down at your car’s clock- it was 7:30 am. You sniffled and wiped at your cheeks with the back of your coat sleeve, black streaks marring your still reddened cheeks. What the hell was wrong with you?! Why didn’t you shove him off? Why did you LIKE it?! They’re all trying to kill you. Finally starting your car to get heat running, your almost numb hands clutched the steering wheel as you took a few deep breaths- to steady yourself for the thankfully short drive back to your apartment. Just as you were ready to put the car in drive, a hard knock came to your window causing you to jolt frightfully.
There stood the ever-stoic Mr.Robinson. You sniffled and rolled down your window. “Mr.Robinson…!!” You struggled to form words, your voice pleading and he simply closed his eyes and raised his open palm to you calmly, gesturing that he understood and didn’t need your current situation explained.
“Follow me, and we can talk.” Was all he said simply, and shifted uncomfortably under your teary gaze. Mascara tears and quivering lips. Well…most men didn’t know how to deal with an upset woman. Stuffing his large hand in the pocket of his workman’s coat, he gave you a fistful of rough napkins to clean yourself up with. You accepted them with unsteady hands and could only nod with a few more sniffles and dabbed at your cheeks before blowing your noise, to which caused Mr.Robinson to jump slightly, as he awkwardly sauntered over to his own vehicle to which you followed. Wary and apprehensive. It was a short drive, to the old diner a few blocks down off the main street. You got out of your car and followed the larger man inside to where an older woman worked and immediately got two mugs of coffee.
He sat himself down in the far corner booth to which you followed sitting across from him again. The waitress brought over two menus and two mugs of coffee. You simply held the warm ceramic between your hands. Your tired (__e/c__) shifting from the dark liquid in front of you to the man mulling over his breakfast rather calmly. You, on the other hand, had absolutely no appetite whatsoever. Your stomach still doing flips from the gut wrenching idea of being mutilated in a Freddy Fazbear suit and the fact that Freddy Fazbear had tried to kind of maybe seduce you. Gripping the white mug you clenched your jaw. “I want to resign. Quit. Effective immediately.” Finally finding your voice you forced a rather weak glower at the man who’s dark eyes finally peered at you over the laminated menu he held.
“You can’t.” Was his simple reply. Not pleading. It was a statement.
To which you bristled. “What the hell do you mean I can’t?!” you ground out through clenched teeth. “You served me up to be slaughtered.” To which Mr.Robinson set down his menu and once again folded his hands on the table.
“Untrue. I gave you all the tools and told you want you needed to. You getting killed would have been a fault of your own.” He stated rather simply and you opened your mouth for a rather foul retort, “However- you signed a contract. And even if you did go to anybody about this, let us just be frank and realistic Miss (__l/n__), who would believe such a thing?” While rage bubbled and boiled within you, he continued. “That isn’t to say we aren’t prepared to compensate you. If you can survive your probationary five nights as stated in the contract, that you signed by the way- you are free to leave as you may. If you choose to stay however, I can assure you that your reward is worth it to someone as yourself.”
(__e/c__) orbs narrowed to slits. “Someone like me?! And how can you trap me like this?!” you had since let go of the coffee cup and were clenching your fists causing your nails to dig into your palms.
Wordlessly, Mr.Robinson pulled a piece of paper and a pen and scrawled something on the piece of paper and slid it forward to you before folding his hands in front of him once again. “I don’t mean it to be derogatory, Miss (__l/n__). But let’s be honest. You’re a graduate. You took a night time security job at a family pizza place. Clearly you aren’t in the best of financial straights.” You cursed under your breath, as he did sadly have a point. He had several unfortunately. Warily you reached for the scrap of paper and turned it over in your fingers to look at what he had written. Immediately your eyes flew open. You continued to gawk at the paper while he ordered his breakfast.
“Annual?” you inquired, still wary.
“No. Monthly. But just be fully aware. Any attempts at breeching this…bond of trust, and the consequences aren’t going to be favorable.” His words were still slow and deliberate. For obvious reasons. You were in shock, your eyes still flitting down to the piece of paper. You were caught between a rock and a hard place. Do you risk your life to live a life you’ve wanted to have for so long. Was it worth it? You hated to admit that the place intrigued you- especially with what you saw on the walls. Those articles. Could you steel your nerves? Was this something you could do? Unfortunately it seemed like you had four more days to more or less figure that out.
“…Can I…?” You started.
“You can give your decision if you survive your probationary period.” Mr. Robinson answered swiftly as a plate was delivered in front of him, heaped with eggs and bacon. You silently nodded and clutched the paper tightly.
“…This is a ton of bullshit you know.” You muttered quietly, pushing yourself up to scoot out of the booth and leave- your mood spoiled and sour. Now that the panic and terror were slowly subsiding into the darker crevices of your brain. Trauma you doubted would ever truly leave you.
“Good luck.” Was all the man stated, as calm as ever. You pursed your lips tightly in reply, “Do you want food, or no? There’s never a sadness that can’t be cured by breakfast food.” You held back a snort and scoff.
“…Did you just quote Parks and Recreation?” You guffawed at your boss who raised his eyes to you slowly.
“Your day time co-workers often call me Ron fucking Swanson. They think they do it behind my back. Somewhat accurate. I only do things when I absolutely have to. Like your employment for example.” He stated simply as he ate another stick of bacon.
The more you studied the burly forty-something, you couldn’t help but see the uncanny resemblance between the two of them. “Maybe next time, Mr.Robinson. I don’t have an appetite.” You admitted and reached for your wallet to pay for your cup of coffee to which he held his hand up again to stop you.
“Just go home and sleep. Get yourself ready for tonight.” Was his plain reply, not even bothering to look at you as he continued to eat his breakfast. You fixed your hat and stuffed your hands in your pockets as you trekked out of the diner and made your way over to your car. Heaving a heavy sigh you made your way back home and dragged yourself up the stairs and unlocked your apartment. Wrestling your boots off you didn’t even bother with pajamas, just stripping down and flopping into bed. Your body clamoring for sleep and rest but your brain was still whirring at a million miles a minute to which was what happened with your tossing and turning all night. Nightmares playing behind your eyelids every time you closed them. If it weren’t for the money you would’ve just jumped town and ran away. Though something in the pit of your gut with the carefully worded statements of Mr.Robinson- that just wouldn’t have panned out. Right now you were left without a choice. Part of you didn’t even want to keep your lights off. You wanted to keep your lights on. You scratched the side of your neck and froze, the vivid memories of Freddy kissing the side of your neck, teasing you, all of them taunting you. This was a sick fucked up game. So how did he manage to get you to flutter and falter so easily? If it weren’t for the rule of your shift you know he wouldn’t hesitate to stuff you in a goddamn suit and kill you. In one of the most horrific ways you could imagine.
You heaved a heavy sigh as you rolled over and groped under your pillow for your phone. You squinted blearily at it’s bright screen waiting briefly for your eyes to adjust. It was only eleven in the morning. You only had a few text messages that you really didn’t even have the energy to reply to. Burying your face into your pillow you released a lingering groan, your (__h/l__) hair a mangled mess, the (__h/c__) strands sticking up every which way and in knots. Eventually you gave up on sleep. It just wasn’t working. You swung your legs over the side of the bed, your feet hitting the cold wooden floor. Dragging yourself to your dresser you pulled out an oversized sweater and pulled it over your head to fight the chill. Making your way to the kitchen you brewed yourself more coffee and began to open the shades around the windows of your apartment before flopping down on your sofa and began to mindlessly watch television. You found yourself more jittery than usual. Any movement you saw from the corners of your eyes from your windows automatically put you on edge. To the point you almost fell off your seat reaching for a nonexistent button for a nonexistent door.
Time ticked by, much faster than you’d hoped unfortunately. You had spent your day trying to nap on and off, bundled up in blankets and dreading the sun’s retreat. However you’d had plenty of time to try and map out a plan of survival. Part of the plan being that you’d go into work early and explore a little. See what you could find in other rooms, if there would be any clues. You opened up your laptop and had began to sift through information- and you’d been right. Those posters that had changed HAD been newspaper clips. Missing persons reports. The information you had found made your heart skip beats. And you almost felt bad for Freddy and the group of homicidal animatronics. If what you guessed was maybe true- they were haunted by the hand of whoever had forced them into such terrible fates…It was chilling just to read and made you want to wretch. But there’d been more kids than three. Which worried you slightly. So much didn’t make sense, and being in the dark literally and figuratively were certainly not places you wanted to be.
Lazily you simply wore the same clothes from your last shit. Who the fuck did you have to impress? You could die and be unable to be identified. And you didn’t want Freddy Fazfuck on you…right? No. NO. You did NOT. You stashed a flashlight in your backpack, along with your wallet, some energy drinks from your fridge, a notebook, pepper spray, and sweater. Raising your wrist, you checked the time. It was 9:45 pm. Time to head out. You shrugged back into your coat and shouldered your bag. Pausing by your door to peer into the mirror. You were a pretty girl to say the least, however the damage showed. You were exhausted. Dark circles lined your (__e/c__) eyes and you had only dragged a comb to make your unruly (__h/c__) tresses comply with your demands to look presentable.
Pulling up to Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza you couldn’t resist your head lolling back against the headrest of your car and moaning in annoyance. You sent your folks texts saying that you loved them, and some to the close friends. All of which was met with mild confusion at your sudden forwardness with affection. Pocketing your phone in it’s Rilakkuma case you stomped up the stairs and let yourself in, the place had just closed by the looks of it, and the fact you’d seen several minivans left the parking lot right before your arrival. People were all over the place, scrubbing, cleaning, counting tills. You shrugged past them, wearily nodding towards Mr.Robinson counting down the registers. You walked past the main entry way and through the main dinning room, trying your best to ignore the fact you knew they were watching you. It was never a look one quite so easily forgot. And YOU were the one supposed to watch THEM. “Augh…”You muttered palming your forehead as you trekked forward towards, into a hallway where a lone door was.
“Parts and Services”
The room where Bonnie had so sweetly been showing you different pieces to shove your corpse into. Opening the door, you reached to flick the light on. A dim flicker was above your head but nothing that exactly helped to comfort you with the shelves lined with several costume heads, miscellaneous animatronics parts and pieces, limbs, torsos…fuck you could make your own fucking coffin in this place. Oh shit…that was a dark thought, bad idea (__f/n__), really fucking bad. You reprimanded yourself as you dug out your flash light, which only gave you a heart attack when you came face to face with a slumped over Freddy Fazbear suit but it was…different? It’s costume was of a golden color. “How weird…” you muttered, tempted to reach out and knock it over, to see if somebody had been stuffed inside it. It certainly wasn’t rigid like the others were. Unless that was what they planned on stuffing you in?! Evidently somewhere in the back of your head, you didn’t exactly have a lot of confidence in yourself either. With a grimace you turned to leave and get the hell out of the costume graveyard. “Goddammit…” you muttered to yourself.
“(_F_)…(__f/__)-(__f/n __)….” A voice rasped, like a whisper carried in the wind. It was barely audible but enough for you to push yourself out of the door and slam it behind you. Quickly you looked back down at your phone. You still had some time. Going back into the dinning you couldn’t help but yelp as you saw all the animatronics’ heads were turned to you. A few workers paused to look at you, confused to which you could only force a sheepish smile tucking a strand of (__h/c__) hair behind your ear and out of your face. “U-Uh sorry…I just tripped.” You lied to which people simply shrugged and went back about their chores around the pizzeria. A soft hiss was heard and you whipped your head over to the stage where you swear you heard it from. “…Fucking laugh at me…pricks.” You grumbled bitterly to which you heard that deep laugh come from Freddy’s suit, not the one you’d heard oh so well last night but that damn goofy voice box which almost made you jump out of your skin. You cheeks stained read as you glared at the animatronic, most of the workers here used to the occasional noise from them. As far as they were concerned- it was all just rumors and legends. They were blissfully unaware of the house of horrors they worked in. You quickened your pace to the attraction off to the side.
Pirates Cove, covered by the dark torrid curtain dotted with a starry pattern. You gripped the platform ready to hoist yourself up to go behind the Out of Order sign and see what was back there before you felt two large hands grab you by the waist and heft you back to the ground as if you were a child. You looked to see Mr.Robinson with his arms folded over his chest a few of the remaining workers snickering at just how easily he’d manhandled you mid jump. “What do you think you’re doing? I know you can read (__f/n__).” His deep voice had a no-nonsense tone to it for once rather than the monotonous droning it usually carried. And that he’d addressed you by your first name. Maybe he thought you had an actual chance at surviving? Or he was really that mad that you were exploring.
“I’m trying to figure this shit out.” Was your not so subtle retort. To which the man just snorted at you.
“You want some good advice to ‘figure shit out’?” He grumbled under his mustache, “Stay away from Pirates Cove. It’s closed for a reason. You watch Pirates Cove. You watch it carefully. Remember when I asked about your reflexes?” He raised a brow at you to which you pursed your lips at him again.
“What’s that got to do with it?” When really you dreaded the answer.
“You can be fast, but somebody might be faster.” Mr.Robinson stated, to which your strong façade faltered slightly and you looked at the curtain. For whatever reason it just seemed all the more foreboding to you now knowing that there was another animatronic behind it. And not one you were too excited to meet.
“Oh…that’s terrific…” you muttered bitterly, casting one last look back at Pirates Cove before dragging yourself to the office where you set down your backpack and cracked open an energy drink, slamming it’s contents as fast as you could in attempts to get yourself as awake as possible along with beginning to do a few jumping jacks. You heard footsteps and froze for a moment before looking at the clock and seeing that it wasn’t midnight but instead Mr.Robinson at the door.
“…What are you doing?” he inquired again, this time sounding quizzical as to why in the blue fuck you were doing jumping jacks and there was an empty energy drink can on the ground and he’d only left you for maybe ten minutes.
“…Preparing?” was your rather feeble reply. To which you only got another arched brow. It seemed he really only ran on a few expressions and emotional planes. Well at least SOMEONE you worked with was moderately simple.
“Alright well…seriously. That fucking fox is fast. So you have to be faster. I mean it.” By the tone of his voice, this was legitimate advice that he meant to give to help you. To save your ass. You gave him a nod and thanked him for the heads up and he bid his farewell and left. And like usual you settled in the chair, drinking another energy drink and clutching the tablet you. You could almost feel the darkness begin to take over the pizzeria as the power shut down for the most part. Little light in each room. Barely enough for you to make out on the tablet from room to room.
If you go down to the woods today
You better not go alone
It’s lovely down in the woods today
But safer to stay at home
“Err…Hello? Hello! Uh…well if you’re hearing this, you made it to day two. Uh congrats! I-I won’t talk quite as long this time since Freddy and his friends tend to become more active as the week progresses. Um…you might need to go ahead and peek at those careas while I talk; just to make sure everyone is in their proper place, y’know?”
Augh fuck…already? It gets worse that fast? Obscenities flew under your breath as your nerves and brain worked on hardcore over drive as you flickered through the cameras and to your relief so far, nobody had really moved.
“Uh interestingly enough, Freddy himself doesn’t come off stage very often. I heard he becomes a lot more active in the dark though…”
You scoffed, a sour expression pulling at your lips. “No fucking shit.” The memories that had been repeating themselves already seemed to make a little more sense but at the same time- make none at all. Because hey- why would logic have any part in this shitshow whatsoever right. By now the caffeine and sugar was pushing you past fear and straight into survival and fury. You could only hope that was in your favor.
“Sooo hey, I guess that’s another reason not to run out of power, right? I also want to emphasize the importance of using your door lights: uh, there are blind spots in your camera views and the blind spots happen to be right outside your door. So if you can’t find something or someone on your cameras, be sure to check the door lights. Uh, you might have only a few second to react but…not that you would be in any danger of course. I’m not implying that.”
Honestly these phone calls…You wanted to find Phil and just kick his ass. Your eyes peered down at the cameras again seeing that everyone was in their human forms, rather pleasantly going about their business. Chicka hunkered down for the time being with a slice of pizza and Bonnie on stage fixing his clothing meticulously. And Freddy just staring at your camera. Godfuckingdammit.
“Also: check on the curtain in Pirate Cove from time to time. The character in there seems unique in that it becomes more active if the cameras remain off for long periods of time. I guess he doesn’t like being watched. I don’t know. Anyway, I’m sure you have everything under control. Uh…talk to you soon!”
“What does that mean? He comes if I watch him too much but he’ll also come if I don’t watch him at all?!” That made it sound like it was inevitable that the fastest animatronic was going to come at you fast as shit and you had no idea how to anticipate it. Immediately you flipped the tablet open and quickly panned to Pirates Cove. To your horror you found the curtain pulled back ever so slightly, and in the darkness all you saw were two white lights staring back at you. “Shit.” You tried to suppress the horrified whimper. You flickered to the other cameras. Chicka was still happily enjoying her pizza at the table, though Bonnie and Freddy had since already moved. Bonnie was in the hallway near the bathrooms and was looking at you through the cameras with a charming smirk on his lips and Freddy you couldn’t…
“(__f/n__) so good too-…”
“Fuck. Off.” you bit out, glowering at Freddy through the window to which he simply cast you that handsome grin. You hated that. You just wanted to slap it right off his face.
“Are you upset with me? Whatever for?” He jutted his lower lip out at you in a pout to which you could only glare. “You’re the one who came early today. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were eager.” He teased you lightly, “After all you seemed to have a hard time the other night leaving.” Those electric blue eyes bored into your own and you could feel the blush crawl up your neck and even burn the tips of your ears.
“You heard me talking to Robinson. I’m trying to figure shit out.” You tore your eyes away from the door to flicker through the cameras again. Seeing Bonnie begin to make his way to your other side, and Pirates Cove…well now you could see a whole head poking out of the curtain. A fox. With rows of razor sharp teeth and looked like part of his jaw had been knocked. You honestly couldn’t say who terrified you more. You glanced up and slammed the other door shut on Bonnie- which prompted a string of not so eloquent curses from the lilac-haired-rabbit-eared male. “And both of you can just fuck off!” you reiterated yourself to which Bonnie appeared in your other window and gave Freddy a rather pointed look.
“Being awfully flirtatious aren’t you?” Bonnie pointed out his half lidded gaze drifting from your rather defiant stance to Freddy, rather unamused. As if he were jealous that you were giving Freddy more attention than himself.
“Just because you came to the door first doesn’t mean anything. You didn’t get to see how active (__f/n__) gets after dark.” Freddy crooned, his eyes breaking contact from Bonnie to you and you, again got to felt the heat of both of them oogling you. Bonnie pouted at you, as if really hurt that he wasn’t the one who got to take advantage of your horror and feel you up.
“(__f/n__)!! And here I thought I was your favorite!” Bonnie pressed his hands to the glass and with both of your doors closed, you let your head fall forward onto your desk. They were acting less and less like killers and more and more like assholes. Then again, it at least quelled your fears a little bit. But only a little.
“We’ll let you go for a while darling. After all if we ran you all out here and now- that wouldn’t exactly be fun for anyone would it, (__f/n__)?” Freddy grinned and even though that was more of a threat than anything you could only feel your cheeks grow hot under his rather predatory gaze.
“Not if I get her first.” Bonnie stated rather confidently, as he proudly tugged on the lapels of his vest and shot a cocky grin in your directly. “You’ll find me quite ambitious, (__f/n__).” With that he sent a wink before the two sauntered off. For good measure you waited just a little longer to keep your doors down in case it was a ruse. But they seemed content with the idea of spreading out the duration of the hell you were stuck in. Oh fuck- that was right!! You had a job to do!
“FUUUUUUCKKK!!” You howled- seeing that the curtain was now wide open and the ‘Sorry! Out of Order’ sign had been turned around and instead on the other sign was scrawled ‘IT’S ME’ a rather ominous message. You flickered to another camera only to see a man begin to run down your hallway- an unruly mane of vibrant crimson hair flowing down his back and behind him. He wore a loose torrid cream colored blouse under a dark burgundy vest that was also rather tattered along with a few necklaces strung around his neck with a loose and lopsided cravat, ripped brown trousers that had a few leather belts hanging from his hips and…A motherfucking hook for a hand to match his eyepatch on his left eye, the other a brilliantly glowing gold. Your palm slammed on the button just in time for you to see the flurry of red and the harsh clank of metal hitting metal.
“Oh lassie…And here I thought you’d forgotten ‘bout ole’ Foxy.” A rough voice came from behind the door in a low growl. For fuck’s sake was everyone in their humanoid forms crazy stupid attractive?! He peered around at you through the window and moved to pull some of his hair back in a loose ponytail, much of his hair still framing his handsome and rugged features. He sent you a malicious toothy grin, you noticed he had fangs, some of them even gold and those haunting yellow eyes. So help you god yellow eyes. You felt like you’d see all of their glowing eyes haunting you in your nightmares. Now those horrible nightmares were making sense in the worst possible way. You needed time to sort out so many things in your head, and your nerves still on the fray it was hard to think straight.
“H-Hard to forget someone wh-who wants to k-k-kill me.” You stammered weakly sinking back in your chair. To which the fox eared pirate simply retreated. Seeming entirely uninterested in small talk and banter like his friends and more liked the idea of trying to blitz and ambush you out of fucking nowhere. Yeah because that was fifty shades of awesome you needed in the shitty position of life that you precariously found yourself in. With a quivering lower lip, you reached forward for your coffee and contemplated if it was situations like this of which people turned to alcohol and smoking to quell their demons. However you didn’t exactly think that would exactly help you. Robots probably couldn’t drink. And unless you lit them on fire what good would a cigarette do. An annoyed huff passed your lips, blowing a stray strand of hair from your face as you turned your attention back towards the tablet, trying to steady yourself and brace for whatever may come next. Not that it would really serve to do you very much. You tried to regulate your breathing, to calm your heart from attempting to burst from your chest.
This carried on for quite some time. And for the most part and your thankful relief- it was primarily Bonnie and Chicka who came to your doors more than anything as you tried to balance a medium of checking Foxy enough but not overly so. A balance you found incredibly hard to do which resulted on him pounding on your door. While Chicka would reappear and pout, regarding how you were no fun and that all she wanted was a female friend. Last you checked- your friends never tried to stuff you in a goddamn robot suit so that you would haunt a fucking children’s pizzeria. Yeah, nobody really thought that way. “Just two more hours…just two more fucking hours…” you murmured quietly to yourself, slamming the door down as you saw Bonnie drawing near your office. Looking over at you through bright magenta eyes you glowered at him in return.
“Oh (__f/n__) c’mon. We can even build you your own suit. You don’t have to be a drab old teddy bear if you don’t want to be.” Bonnie crooned, that silken voice was nothing but deceitful. “I happen to think you’d look rather cute with rabbit ears like me. You know what a pair of good looking rabbits can do, right?” He raised a brow, his lidded eyes aglow with what you could only describe as ulterior motives, none of which sounded the slightest bit appealing to you.
You tore your eyes away from the violet charmer beside your office back to the tablet in your hands, “I’m quite happy with the ears I have now, Bonnie.” You stiffly replied flickering from camera to camera once again- and you couldn’t find Freddy…Augh…You glanced outside your other hallway nervously, and didn’t hear or see anything. And Chicka was in the hallway near the women’s restroom.
“Well who knows (__fn__) after all, whoever catches you decides what suit to stuff you in. I’d like to think you’d favor me?” Bonnie was purposely fishing for compliments or self gratification of some sort. You figured most of these haunted animatronics or androids, or whatever the hell they were, also counted as narcissists. Haunted or not.
“Why do you want to stuff me in a suit anyway?” you inquired. To which Bonnie simply rolled his shoulders.
“It’s only your second night, Miss (__f/n__). Though if I may say- I don’t think my bear costumes are drab at all.” A deep voice sounded from beside you, hot breath tickling the shell of your ear as fingers crept up your arms to grasp your shoulders once again. “Though I must say I’m a little surprised you recycled your clothes. I would’ve hoped to see you dressed up for me.” Freddy chuckled, to which you could only freeze and remain rigid in your seat. This was it. Game over. You were dead. Looking at the clock you had a little over another hour before your shift was over and the bell would not chime in time. You were abruptly spun around in the chair, your (__e/c__) orbs meeting electric pools of blue. “I happen to think you’d look rather fine in one.” His voice was barely above a whisper, though the tone was incredibly ominous. Your blood ran cold and your palms grew cold and clammy. Sweat beaded your forehead and your mind simply blank. “Well…no time than the present wouldn’t you say darling?” He pressed his lips to yours in a sweetly misleading kiss, mouth slanted against your own working masterfully. You didn’t know what you were doing but you subconsciously felt your mouth work against his own, weakly mind you but you were simply just too dumbfounded while at the same time reeling. What could you do?! What the fuck were you doing anyway. You didn’t want to die. You had to find a way out you had to save yourself, nobody else would! You’d be swept under the fucking rug! You’d been told as much in a fucking training message.
With ease, you felt arms tuck under your knees and behind your back, hoisting you against his chest. “Come along, darling (__f/n__). Let’s get you…properly fitted, shall we?” Tears that you didn’t know you were crying, freshly welled in your eyes despite your body feeling numb. However the words that so smoothly fell from his plush lips didn’t serve to comfort you at all. You began to wildly thrash your arms and legs against Freddy’s grip. Pounding against his chest, his back- you were fairly certain you had even hit his horrendously gorgeous face- his top hat being knocked to the floor some odd paces ago in turn to your squirming. Your panicked state seemed to only amuse him- his metal skeleton making his grip rather strong and he chuckled at your futile attempts. “Really, (__f/n__) if you stop throwing this hissy fit I might even kill you quickly. I’ll tuck you in as gently as possible- hmm~?” he purred into your ear as he nuzzled the crook of your neck. Mustering up the little strength you’d somehow managed to find- you threw yourself from his tight grip and bolted off running.
Your footsteps echoing off the hallway as you made your way through frantically trying to remember the map you’d stared at so many times before suddenly didn’t register. Your memory wasn’t what was fuelling you as much as your fright was. Your breath came out in ragged pants as your eyes flitted around nervously-looking for Bonnie or Chicka and much to your relief they weren’t in the dinning room as you sped towards the door and then it dawned on you. Your keys were still in the office. In your coat pocket. A string of curses left your lips as you nevertheless. Large hands took hold of your hips from behind and immediately you felt bile rise in your throat and tears sting behind your eyelids. “(__f/n__) was that so wise?” A voice murmured into your ear and all that could escape your parted lips was a somber whimper. You felt his sharpened teeth nibble on your ear as his grip tightened. The hot feeling of open mouthed kisses along your neck made a shiver ripple down your spine.
They never have any care
At six o’clock their Mommies and Daddies
Will take them home to bed