☆ Superstar ☆ Glamrock Freddy x OC - FNAF Security Breach Fan Fic

☆ Who's That Guy? ☆

Ugh... What happened?

I looked around, trying to get my bearings. I was in my green room, though I couldn't remember why. The Plex was silent. How long had I been out? The last thing I remembered was being about to perform a new song on stage with the Glamrocks. Something was wrong. Very wrong. I ran my paws along myself, feeling for any external damage. There was none. But something definitely felt off. It was in my chest. I moved in front of my mirror to inspect myself closer.

"What is this feeling I'm having? How strange..."

"Could you keep it down?" I looked around for the source of the voice.

"Who was that? Ollie, are you here already?"

"Uh, yeah. I'm definitely Ollie." She seemed to be quite early for her shift, but that may have just been because I was off for so long.

"Where are you?"

"Hiding."

"Why are you hiding, silly?"

"Oh, you know.... I just feel like it. I need you to be a little quieter." Oh dear, did she have a headache? I hoped she wasn't overworking herself.

"Anything for you, superstar. I need you to come out, though. I have something important to discuss with you."

"Can't. Sorry." Her response was oddly short and snappy. The heaviness in my chest grew, and I couldn't tell if it was whatever needed fixing becoming worse or if it was from the disappointment I felt.

"Is everything alright? Are you hiding because I did something wrong? Did I overuse the Fazwatch? I simply got a little... over excited. If you'd like me to reduce the number of messages I send from now on, I'll-"

"Oh, for God's sake! Stop rambling on dude." Ollie would never speak to me like that. She'd probably swear instead of saying 'for God's sake', as much as I'd rather she didn't. And I couldn't recall ever heard her say 'dude'; she'd usually call everyone her buddy.

"Ollie?"

"Ugh, of course it isn't Ollie!" I knew this mystery person didn't seem like my Olive!

"Then who are you? Where are you?"

"Right here, dummy." Something clicked, and the hatch to my stomach opened. Instead of the usual cake or present that hid in there, a small child appeared.

"What are you doing in there? I don't believe it's safe."

"Safer in there than out here." He was probably somewhere around ten years old, but he was quite small for his age. His skinny body was wearing a worn out pair of beige shorts, a navy blue top with two blue stripes, and his trainers were scuffed. He pushed his scraggly brown locks out of his face to reveal hazel eyes, nowhere near as bright as they should be at that age.

"What does that mean? The Plex is one of the safest places around."

"You ask too many questions." He looked up at me and I took the opportunity to scan his face. His guest profile would bring up the contact information of his parents or guardians and we could get him home.

"You don't answer enough of them. Hm, strange. You do not have a guest profile. I'm sorry that you don't enjoy questions, but could you tell me your name?"

"My name's, uh-" Why did a boy so outspoken suddenly shrink into himself and refuse to meet my gaze? "N- G- Greeeee- Gregory! My name's Gregory."

"Hello, Gregory. It's a pleasure to meet you! I am Freddy Faz-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know." I quickly closed my mouth, taken aback by his sharp tone.

"Well, Ollie has not arrived yet, or she'd be here-"