Your Melody - Glamrock Freddy x Reader

Chapter 19 - He's Caring

(f/p) - favourite pizza

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You sighed out your boredom. You sat slouched on your couch with your foot still resting on a pile of pillows. You felt awful. It had been only two days of you sitting in one spot but your gears and joints were cramping and made you feel nauseous. Another downside to being couch ridden was that your systems were put on reduced power mode which caused you to catch a virus. It wasn't dangerous or anything, it just added to the poopy feeling.

Your eyes were half closed as you stared at your wall. The mechanics had given you a temporary television so you wouldn't have a system crash from boredom, but you had such a headache that you felt pain with every blink. You wanted to dig your nails into your skull but you had no power, your joints hurt and every little move you made you thought your limbs would fall off. Your fur was ruffled and mattered but you could care less about appearance.

Disgusting.

A knock came from your metal door making you groan in pain at the sharp noise. "Come in," you grumbled your voice hazily. You had guess that it was the maintenance crew at the door due to it being the middle of the day. But to your surprise it was Freddy. He took a step in letting the automatic door close with a screech. You winced internally as your body had no power to move. "How are you feeling?" He asked sitting down next to you. "I'm dying." you coughed. He laughed, "Your not dying. You'll be better in a few days." "I won't make it. Tell Bumblebee I love him." you leaned back on the sofa, resting your head against a cushion. You closed your eyes and poked out your tongue playing dead. Freddy gave another chuckle. "Where is Bumblebee anyway?" You readjusted your position on the couch with a lot of effort before replying, "He had to go and cover up a slushy spill in Chica's Mazercise. And after he needs to get a checkup and stuff."

"Poor Bumblebee." You wanted to nod but instead you just stared at Freddy. He held a smile with a frown, clearly seeing the damage the virus has caused you. "You look awful," he chuckled jokingly. "I feel awful," you coughed some more. "If you want I can brush your fur?" He looked away and scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment, his face a faint red. However, you were too sick to notice or even blush at the statement. You didn't even reply properly, you just mumbled. With a giggle Freddy gazed back at you, "Is that a yes?" You gave another mumble.

Freddy got up and walked to your dresser and picked up a brush. He walked back to you and sat next to you. "Can you turn around? Or are you to dead?" You huffed at his joke and used the remainder of your energy to turn around so he could brush your fur.

You were leaning heavily on your arms that rested on pillows that sat on your one leg, the other outstretched on the rest of the sofa. You didn't think much of Freddy brushing your fur until he actually begun. He had such a soft touch and was careful as he brushed the fur on top of your head. He was careful not to pull on nots and took a slow, calming pace. You blushed furiously, your red blushing cheeks combined with your sick flushed face made you look as red as a tomato.

Why did I agree to this? Stupid sick brain for not thinking!

He took his time on brushing through your fur, making sure it was smooth. Your eyes started to flutter shut as you felt tired, for the first time since you were stuck on the couch. You felt so peaceful and non sickly in that moment. It took your mind off everything. Your ankle, the headaches, the Freddy issue. As you stared to drift off you felt Freddy stiffen and for a moment stopped brushing your fur. You made a groan asking ' what is it' without saying a word. You heard his gears puff as he shook his head clear of something. He continued to brush your fur.

Your mind started so fall asleep along with your eyes. Freddy had begun to brush through your mangled tail, trying his best not to jolt you awake as he brushed through tons of nots and twists. He remained silent along with your tired form. The only sound you heard was the brushing of your fur and faint clunky movements from Freddy. It was only a matter of time before you fell into a restful slumber.

A few hours later you began to stir. Your eyes adjusted to the dark lighting of your room. You found yourself laying on your back, with your leg prompt up on a few pillows along with your head. Groggily you sat up and rubbed your eyes. Taking a claw you brushed all the fur from your face and felt your soft fur. You blushed like a mad man upon remembering Freddy brushing your fur.

We're just friends, he doesn't see me like that. And he never will.

A sudden smell brought you from your mind. You sniffed the air before looking to your left at a small table, you saw a few slices of pizza that was neatly placed in a paper plate. Next to it sat a folded peace of paper. Summing up the energy you grabbed the paper and the pizza. You set the plate on the couch next to you as you read the note.

'Hey Butterfly,

You fell asleep while I was brushing your fur so I decided to give you a few pillows for your comfort. I also got you some food because I thought you may be hungry. You also don't need to worry about Bumblebee. I am going to his checkup with him and will bring him back for you, or he is already there and done with his checkup.

Sleep well. Freddy.'

You smiled at the note. You folded it back and placed it down on the table. You looked over to were Bumblebee sleeps and there he was, snoozing. Your smile grew more, which hurt, so you decided to eat some of the pizza he got you. And he even got you your favourite, (f/p). You sighed dreamily.

He's so caring.