Five Nights At Freddis X Reader

#8

(y/n) didn't waste any time as he got back to his apartment and locked the door. He threw the bag with his uniform on the couch before he looked around the room a bit. Shortly after looking, he had found a blue notebook and didn't waste anytime as he flipped it open to a blank page and began writing.

Date: May 15, 20XX

Once again, I've seen the strange bear from my dreams. It had been years since I first began seeing it in my dreams, yet I never had any clue as to who she or it was or why it popped up in my dreams every now and then until yesterday. All it would do was float in the background and stare at me with those empty black eye sockets. Last night was different though. It spoke to me! It sounded scared when it asked for help. Why that is, I haven't a clue. It gets better though. Today, I got a job at a place called Freddi Fazbear's Pizzeria as the new Night Guard. I had never gone there before, but I had heard that it had been torn down and rebuilt from scratch. But that's not the strange part. I've come across some very peculiar coworkers. The place has animatronic females that can think and act for themselves. It was unbelievable in so many ways. From what I heard, the owner had them all fixed up and upgraded over three weeks ago to get rid of the glitching psycotic program that made them kill anyone caught in the building after hours. In the day, they all sing, dance, talk with kids, or just have fun. At night is a different story though. Their outsides drastically change from Midnight to 6 A.M. The exact hours that I work there. Why? I'm not complaining about it. They're all very beautiful. One of them made it clear that they didn't like my bandages since they can't see my face and don't trust me. I either show my face or don't come back. That was what she said to me. I wanted to go home and just collapse after work, but I had asked Mr. Fazbear, the owner, about what they had looked like in the past. He showed me a picture of Freddi from before the upgrades. It looked like the golden bear that has appeared in my dreams. Is there a connection? I'm gonna try and ask about this, and hopefully get some answers.

(Y/n) closed the book before he yawned and was reminded that he was very tired. He stretched and went to his bed, but grabbed his clock and turned the alarm off. He then removed his bandages and shirt along with his binder before falling to his bed and passing out almost instantly.

-Later-

"(Y/n)! Wake up!" was all (Y/n) heard as he slowly opened his eyes.

"Huh?" he said in confusion as he looked up to see Bobby standing over him. "Ugh. I really don't need to see your face just when I wake up uncle." he said with a chuckle.

"Hmph." Bobby said with a smirk. "And your mug is any better?"

"Oh ho ho. Low blow." (Y/n) said as he got up and rubbed his eyes. "What time is it?"

"It's 5:28 P.M." he said.

"What?!" (Y/n) said before looking outside to see it was the afternoon. "Shit! I slept for nearly 12 hours!"

"First day at work always does that." Bobby said with a smug smile. "So, how did work go anyway?" (Y/n) just stared at him, unknowing where to start or even wanting to start. How was he supposed to tell him that his job of checking cameras for six hours turned into meeting 10 hot animatronics? So he told him the only thing he could think of.

"Me being dead to the world for half a day doesn't say it all?" he asked. Bobby just laughed before heading for the door.

"Well, it'll only get easier." (Y/n) heard him shout from his room. "By the way, you've got a message on your phone." Bobby shouted before the sound of a door opening and closing was heard. (Y/n) just yawned before rubbing his face and exiting his room. He hit the button on the answering machine before grabbing an and a carton of milk.

-You have 1 new messages-

"Wonder who called me?" he said as he popped an orange slice into his mouth.

*Beep*

"..." was all that was heard.

"Hm. Bad connection?" he said as he began to drink from the carton.

"...(Y/n)..."

*Beep*

-Message recieve at 6:05 A.M.-

The carton slipped out of (Y/n) hand and landed with a thud. He didn't move a muscle as he stood there. The voice on the machine was one he had only heard once before. He slowly turned to the machine and stared at it while looking pale as a ghost.

"Impossible." he muttered. There was no mistaking it. That was the voice of the golden bear, the Golden Freddi, that he had dreamt about time and time again. He felt something wet against his feet before looking down at the puddle of milk on the floor. "Shit!" he groanted as he picked up the carton and went to look for a rag. He kept thinking about the message as he mopped up the milk. If he wasn't scared before, he definitely was now. Yet through the fear, he couldn't help but ask one question. "How'd that thing get my number?!"