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...
It's been a while and the animatronics have settled in by now. We've fallen into a sort of daily schedule that made everyone seem a lot happier.
I baked with Chica whenever I could. I bought a guitar for Bonnie so he could play for me. I read books with Goldy from time to time. I complained to Foxy about my day to day life. And of course, made it my daily mission to tease Freddy every day.
Every day I've gotten closer to the animatronics. Every day I came to like the animatronics more and more. Every day I got more and more comfortable with the animatronics. Every day I hated the idea of loosing the animatronics more and more.
Every day, I grew a little further apart from Isamu. Yet, he didn't seem to mind
Landon has started packing up for his and Greyson's move.
Everything has gotten to a suspicious level of calm. Yet, at the same time there was tension...
And just when I thought that is when he appeared. I felt him before I saw or heard him. Bastille was already cowering in the corner before I could take notice. I could see it without even looking. He stood in the darkest corner of the room. His cold scent. The terrible scars tearing through the bruised purple of his skin. The faint glow of his eyes in the dark. Except there's something else now.
When I look over at him, instead of the appearance that's been scratching the corners of my mind his body... He's wearing clothing similar to Bonnie's, but in the color of Goldy's clothes if they were rotten to a green color. His skin is plagued still with scars, but not the bruised purple color, instead he now has blood red wounds. As a matter of fact, he's taken on an appearance more similar to the other animatronics.
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"Missed me?" He chuckles at my wide-eyed reaction. "It's quite an old form, but I thought it might make you a little more comfortable."
He steps forward from the dark corner and I instinctually grab the nearest weapon. A pocket knife.
"Now, now, let's not get too hasty here." He takes slow, deliberate steps. "I thought of a way you could save your friends that still benefits me."
I freeze up. He's willing to give me a way to save the animatronics? He stops just a few steps from me. His eyes scan my body up and down before he leans forward.
"See, I need your dear friends to suffer, but without damaging them for now. And what's the best way to make someone suffer without physically hurting them?" The edges of his lips curl up in a cruel smile as he watches my face contort in fear.
"You're taking me away again aren't you?" I grip the pocket knife tighter.
"Well, it's your choice really. You could come with me, or..." He reaches out and grabs my pocket knife by the blade. "I come back."
I try to pull the knife from his grasp, hoping to slash at him, get him away from me. He only leans closer and closer . His hand doesn't budge. He giggles a little at my struggle. It's funny to him. Funny that I'm completely defenseless in my own home. His eyes dance with cruel enjoyment.
"Or I come back." He repeats. "Every single time you think you're safe. I'll come back to torment you. Every time you try to run from me, I'll find you. Maybe I'll even mess with your friends so they won't be quite the same."
"Even if you do pick the first option, I'll come back for them eventually... I always come back. So, I do hope you missed me."
A.N.
No, this does not mean I'm back entirely, unfortunately, but this does mean I found the ability to write FNaF fanfiction occasionally again :DDDD
