Nyctophobia(Glamrock Freddy x Reader)

Not Living

(Chapter 9)

     "What do you mean its not his blood?!" At least that's a sorta good thing..?

"I'm saying that it isn't! Its Maxs!"

Max's? Impossible! But...he did kina disappear off the cameras and off Freddys scans so-

"God okay, okay. This is fine, this is fine.." I started to whisper, going in circles as I rubbed my forehead, thinking.

"Y/N this is not fine!" Freddy proclaimed.

"GOD I KNOW FREDDY!" I lashed out at the bear as I felt my eyes starting to get wet.

My heart was racing, my breathing was fast and quick. Of course this isn't fine! We have a traumatized kid covered in someone else blood who can't even blink!

"Just- bring the kid to the staff room shower and and..-"

"Are you telling me to wash off the blood!?"

"Yes Freddy!"

Freddy stared at me, not believing a thing I just said.

"B..but won't the police need evidence..?"

"They can just check your camera footage. What matters more is making this kid just...not so scared.." I turned to look at the shaking kid.

His eyes were wide with fear, it looked like he wasn't even breathing. My brows furrowed. This poor kid...who knows what he saw.

"Just for now...you go to the shower room and help him get bathed. I'm gonna check in here," I looked at the room with the fallen poster.

Freddy looked at me with worry.

"I'll be fine. Just worry about the kid first," Freddy nodded to me and started to move up the hallway and out the theatre.

I took a deep breath, turning my body to look at the fallen down poster now, I took a hesitant step inside. The room was messy, with some blinking lights. It felt...strange. I saw another hole in the wall raising a brow as I crawled inside of that to.

Thats where I noticed the bloody puddles, and one of the lost arcade games one of the members were looking for. It was certainly odd..but what matters most is to find Max and...

I turned to look up for any vents, but saw none. How the kid managed to even get in here? It was like if he teleported inside. But that was simply impossible...right? Getting out of the room and placing the poster up, I went and grabbed my phone from my back pocket and took a picture of where to go when the police comes back to investigate further more.

"Max's blood, huh..?" I muttered to myself as I turn off my phone.

Laughing softly, I turn and walked up hill to get out of this theatre. It just seems to unlikely. Was Max the one who brought the kid into the room? But if he did there would be blood out in front of the poster...but there wasn't. Maybe Max was brought inside with the kid?

Again, there would be blood outside. Maybe they were placed inside a bag and then placed in there? If that were to be true, Max would be inside with the kid. And I went in to check for more evidence. But Max wasn't there..

The bag idea seems like a good thought. Both of them inside the bag, Max badly wounded and covering the kid with his warm hug to try and calm the kid down- making his blood spill on the kid. The kidnapper kicks the kid inside the room behind the poster but keeps Max. Max weighs a ton, so the person- and if we are talking about that stupid rabbit is the kidnapper- they couldn't have gone far.

Hopefully. With no further more hesitating, I started to walk and got to the main place with the stage. Perhaps they went to the one room where you could hide almost anything? I froze. Chicas Mazercise!