•your dead emerald eyes●《Chris Afton x reader fanfic》 ¤▪︎female▪︎¤

~Chapter 9~

Morning rolled around too fast for me, before I knew it I was waking up with Chris next to me. I grin. He's my boyfriend now! oh I like how that sounds, I turn over to face Chris. He is sat reading one of his boos from the bookshelf in the corner of his room. He lowers his book and looks down and smirks at me.

"You talk in your sleep" He states. Oh lord, what had I said? I groan

"Yes, and I sometimes sleepwalk as well, though not usually. What did I say?" He looks as he was weighing out how much to tell me.

"Hmmm... Well.." I groan again.

"Actually don't tell me" He laughs, then puts his arms around me and hugs me.

"Ill admit, you said some, Interesting stuff" 

"How interesting?" He looks as though he's about to burst out laughing.

"You said some stuff about Stacey, your sister, Right?" He checks 

"Yep, go on"

"You were saying some stuff about me, gotta admit it was cute" I hide my face in my hands.

"Shit- That's embarrassing" He chuckles.

"Nope, it was adorable" Then he kisses my head. Theres a knock at the door. 

"Chris! Y/N! sorry to disturb you but Y/N , darling your mums here" Clara tells me from outside the door. I sit up.

"Ok!, Thanks Mrs Schmidt!" (BTW, there using Clara's last name so that you don't find out that their the Aftons :-))I reply, She giggles.

"Please, dear, Call me Clara" She tells me then walks away, I turn to Chris.

"There is a bathroom through that door" He points to a door a few yards away then gestures to my bag "And your stuff is there" I smile and peck him on the cheek.

"Thanks" I swing my legs over the side of the bed and get up then wander over to my bag. I grab my  hair brush, tooth brush and tooth paste deciding last minute that id take my face cloth too because I still have -probably smudged and messy- make up on.

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I skip out of the bathroom and put everything back into my bag then zip it up. I stand and was about to leave the room when I noticed a group of plushies (?) Aww that's cute he still has some, Then I notice they were plushies from... Freddy's! But then I noticed something weirder. There was one that had a purple top hat and looked like Freddy but yellow, And the Foxy one had no head... There was also a black Freddy with a yellow top hat? That's odd. Hey! Maybe he made them, they did look a bit like they were home made and they were kind of creepy, Mind you, Freddy's was a creepy place all over. I turn away and turn the handle to the door. Something grabbed me. Its hand was over my mouth to muffle my scream, I kick and wiggle trying to praise myself from its grip. It drags me toward the closet. The plushies were gone! Where were they?! I try biting the hand holding my mouth but is was cold and metallic. It was ripped in some places you could see metal frame work and what was I'm assuming supposed to be fur was a dirty gold and it had long sharp... BLOODSTAINED?! claws. Then Five figures appear in front of me Four of them were ripped, broken, big, scary versions of the robots in Freddy's. The duck. The Rabbit And the fox and obviously Freddy. There was another one it had a white mask with slits for eyes and a big wide black mouth with sharp teeth and what looked like black tears running down its face, It was really skinny and had black rib like things sticking out its sides, Its arms and legs were un-proportionally long. It spoke.

"Who are you?" Its voice was deep and terrifying, It looks at whatever was holding me.

"Fredbear, let her speak" The hand disappears from my mouth but still holds tightly onto me.

"Ill ask again, who are you and how do you know our Christopher Afton?" AFTON?! No. I heard it wrong. The thing steps closer and I whimper.

"C-Ch-ris-s? Oh-h, hes- hes m-y fr-ien-d" I'm terrified and I cant keep the fear out of my voice. Tears were now falling down my face. In the distance I hear someone calling my name. The Fox speaks.

"Unlikely, They don't like showing themselves in public unless necessary" what does it mean? the long black one talks again.

"Yes, your right foxy, but why is she sleeping with him then?" There's a bang at the door. "I guess we're about to find out" The door bursts open and Michael and Chris are stood there. The thing that's holding me throws me to the side and my head hits the wall. I black out.

Sorry this is so short I'm still busy with chores but I hope you enjoy it!