"Just a Machine.." - Glamrock Freddy x reader

The Date

A/n: 1000 views already?! holy shit i didn't even think i'd get 10. thank you guys so much for sticking with my crappy put together story.

—lau <3

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"MM MM MM~ The flavors are melting on my tongue," you chirp, filling your mouth with the first meal of the day.

"What the fuck is that? It looks like lamb guts," Roxanne commented, leaning in to sniff the eggs you made. "Why does it smell good?"

"Get off my food, you sneegle," you slur, pushing the wolf's snout away, "Bad doggy."

"Racially motivated," she deadpans, crossing her arms.

"I wanna try some," Monty chimes in, not even waiting to hear your reply. Claws and all, he groped the food presented on your plate and stuffed in his muzzle.

"My- my food.." you stare in disbelief and sorrow at your now empty platter. "Monty you are my 13th reason."

"Hey hey, I'll pay ya back, some way or another" he muffles, snarfing down the soggy eggs and buttered toast.

"I should scold you, but you just ate the love of my life," you mumble.

"I thought it was Freddy," Reina teases, watching you go through the five stages of grief.

"Ah," you sigh, hushing her and bringing your voice to a whisper, "Are you trying to get a reaction out of the clueless bear?!"

Obviously referring to Freddy, you both glance over to the male, who seems to be transcending dimensions with how deep he was spacing out. He wasn't even blinking.

"Poor thing, he doesn't have clue what's going on. Not a single thought behind those eyes," you hum, tapping your fingers on your chin.

"Freddy? What are you doing?," Reina questions.

After shifting his awareness back to the current events at hand, the bear blinks at you two, "Huh?"

"I said 'what are you doing?'," Reina responds, side-eyeing you cheekily.

"Oh, you know- just thinking thoughts," he stutters, blinking twice more.

"What were you thinking that made you travel the Milkyway for so long?," you exhale.

"I'd rather not share."

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You couldn't of asked for more... well you could but this'll hold you down for a few days. Daily routine check-ups came naturally, only today you had new things to examine. You had to check mouth functions by hand once every 2 weeks, and what's more is that you also had to literally stick your hand inside of the bot's mouths. You did Chica first because it was the easiest to deal with since she doesn't have teeth and you wouldn't have to worry about getting your hand mutilated by a malfunction. It made you shiver, the thought of having your hand become a chew toy for these animatronics.

"Be a good gator for me please. I don't want to be disabled for life," you stated, reaching your hand towards Monty's snout.

"Praise me more and maybe I will," he retorts with a smirk, relaxing on the bench inside the protective cylinder.

"Monty has a praise kink, confirmed," you conclude, prying his mouth open. He responds by clamping his jaw shut, dangerously close to your fingers.

"Next time I will eat your fingers," he scowls.

"I feel like I'm playing that crocodile dentist game," you comment, scanning his crooked teeth for any defectiveness.

"Your flesh is looking mighty tasty..," he taunts, flicking his tongue over his lips (?).