Y/N gets a job at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaria not expecting to be thrown into a deathtrap that pays her for only one hundred dollars at the end of a five day work week. Freddy, the lead animatronic is suspicious that she may be a murderer while the ot...
I sigh as I put down the last box, that should be more or less everything that we need put away. While Greyson and I won't exactly be moving until this whole thing blows over, I do want to make sure that we're ready... and that we have sufficient materials for blocking the doors if necessary.
"Mm... Landon..?" Greyson's beautiful eyes peek up at me from the couch.
"Yes, my angel?" I smile softly.
"What're you doing?" He sits up rubbing an eye.
"Ah.." I look at the boxes, then sit next to Greyson. "Nothing much, really, don't worry."
"Hm..." He rests his head on my shoulder his hair gently brushing against my cheek. "You should sleep too you know..."
"You know I'm not going to." I gently stroke Greyson's hair. "Not until you... and everyone else is safe."
Greyson lets out a soft hum, murmuring a "I know" before drifting off to sleep. I sigh deeply, feeling all the worry I felt before Greyson woke up wash over me again. I gently lay Greyson on the couch and put a blanket over him, I know he'll be safe on the couch, but still... I'll come back to him after I make some rounds...
I head up the stairs to Y/n's room, she's my top concern right now, she's been through most of everything going on and I want to make sure that she's feeling alright. I gently knock on the door and after a moment Y/n opens the door, her sleepy eyes meet mine and I can tell we were both about to ask the same question before the words even left our lips.
"Are you okay?"
Such a simple question we asked each other and yet why did it feel so... nice? Y/n takes a deep breath and before wrapping her arms around me in a hug. I was the first to answer our question.
"Yeah... just a little restless."
"I was worried about you too..." Y/n's hug tightens.
I pat her back gently. My poor sweet sister has had to deal with so much...
... And that asshole will pay for what he did, I won't rest until I'm absolutely certain he's dead... Sure, I'm already pissed enough that he was the serial killer who made the animatronics, well... alive. Sure, he could've killed my angel, but that is only second to the fact that he hurt my sister in any way whatsoever. Scratch that, he thought to touch a single hair on the head of anyone I cared about, my sister, Greyson, and maybe the animatronics included.
At this point, I don't care how many times I have to burn him, how many times I have to stab him, how many times I have to tear him limb from limb, I will make sure he can never threaten Y/n, Greyson, or the animatronics again.
Y/n's P.O.V.
Once Landon leaves I lay down in my bed. There's too many feelings swirling around in my chest. If I could sleep on them I would, but exhaustion is one of the few thing I don't feel among them. Bastille rests his head on my stomach with a small huff. I sigh and pat his head.
"I wish I could sleep as peacefully as you are..." I mutter softly.
I really hope that the animatronics are safe here for now... for now...
I shiver at the thought of that man's words every time we encountered separate from the animatronics and my brother. His looks made it even worse... He was purple like someone who had been strangled, but not quite. He radiated the cold of a corpse and he reeked like one too. It wasn't bad when I had encountered him while the animatronics and Landon was there, because at the time I only had time to focus on keeping my friends safe. But once the only thing I could focus on was him...
I can feel goosebumps raise on my skin. I can still hear his voice in my ears. I have no idea how he could reach me while I was unconscious, but there's no way I could forget the sound of his words in my ears.
"Run as far as you'd like, hide as well as you can, burn me as many times as you'd like. But no matter where or how you hide, I will find you, I will come back...
"And you will do what I say if you want your friends to live any longer"
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
(whoOOO it's been a while since pictures, so I decided to add this in)
I close my eyes but I can still see him, I can still see him and those tubes of contorted glowing masses of metal and fur that looked like the animatronics, if they were torn apart and put back together in several different horrific ways. I can still see all the ways he planned to make me and the animatronics suffer. I can still hear his maniacal laughter and feel the cold blades on my skin.
I told the animatronics what I could when I spoke to them, but I can still feel him, watching me. He's listening, he's waiting, he knows... He knows I'm scared of him, he knows I'll do what he tells me to. I know that he thinks of me as a simple puppet. I can almost feel the strings tugging at my arms, my legs, my heart, my emotions and thoughts themselves. That poison wasn't simple poison, and everything that's happened... Even me hiding the animatronics in the basement...
It was all planned.
Everything that I put together to protect the animatronics can easily be unraveled by him. Everything I do can easily be undone by him...
Bastille licks my cheek and looks at me worriedly, I sigh and pat his head...
"Don't worry..." I kiss his forehead softly. "I'll figure something out."
Even with him right over my shoulder, breathing down my neck... How can I even begin to think I could figure something out? How could I even get the confidence to say out loud that I could figure something out... Unless... I really think I can figure a way out of this mess..?
