Green Eyes (Glamrock Freddy x reader)

Back In The Saddle

You breathed shallowly as you drove, careful to sit as upright as possible. Over the past several hours you had learned that standing or laying down hurt a lot less then sitting and that mayo clinic's website said to breath deeply to avoid getting sick. Because that was the absolute last thing you needed. The health insurance that Fazbear Entertainment provided was worse then just paying out of pocket. That, and you were already running late to work.

Pulling into the parking lot, you watched the last of the daytime employees file out of the building. Some of them smiled and nodded at you as you passed them, you returning the gestures. Entering the complex, you clock Taylor out of the corner of your eye.

"Good to see you in one piece." he comments slyly. You grin and hold your hand out for a subtle fist bump, and he daps you up.

"They'll have to try harder to keep me down..." you pause, eyeing his name patch. "Clyborne."

"Last name." he responds to the inquisitive look you're giving him.

"Well, see ya later, Clyborne." You walk deeper into the complex, making your way to the kitchen. You're only a few feet away from Taylor when you see Freddy staring in your direction from up ahead. Was he...watching you? Your breath catches in your throat.

'Don't do it.'

A harmless red laser beams from Freddy's eyes, roaming over your body with such thorough scrutiny, you wondered if he could see through you. But no, you knew what he was looking for. He was noting all of your injuries, the ones he helped cause. You were both grateful and irritated for his concern. Before he can rush to your side to fuss over you, you beeline it to your kitchen, paying no mind to those calling after you. It was unfortunate that there was no way to really lock swinging doors. You set your belongings down on your desk when you hear the doors push open. You don't need to look up to know who it is.

"Before you even suggest it...No Freddy, I'm not going to medical."

"Huh, you sure 'bout that?" That wasn't Freddy.

You look up and it's none other then Montgomery Gator leaning against your doorway. A twinge of disappointment shoots through you but you push it away.

"Monty. Yes, I'm sure. I'm fine, there's nothing that can be done in medical that I haven't done already." you pause. "Why are you here?"

"Expecting someone else?" he spreads his arms to either side.

"You know I am. Where is he?"

You swear that that was the first time you have seen Monty frown. "He's real beat up about all this." You don't have the energy to point out the irony in his statement.

"So why isn't he here?"

"He's not sure how to approach the situation. Not sure how to approach you. He's feeling....a lot of things right now."

Well, that was cryptic.

You sigh. "Just because I work here doesn't mean I'm always wanting to play games like kids. He can come talk to me directly if he's struggling with how I'm feeling towards him."

Monty takes that as he cue to leave and you're glad that they at least know basic social interactions. You get to work, knowing that it's better to be busy and distract yourself then get hung up on your emotions when the ball isn't even in your court. A couple hours have passed when you realize that Freddy still hasn't come to see you. You huff angrily and chop vegetables faster.

As if you had summoned him from pure will, his voice pops up behind you.

"Superstar."

You stop chopping and set the knife down, leaning against the table when you turn to him. "Glad you could finally join me." he winces at the verbal jab, as if you had actually swiped at him with your knife.