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

Damsel in Distress

A/n: talk of blood, rape, violence, and abuse. i'll put trigger warnings.

you're not getting raped, don't worry i wouldn't do that to you.

h/c- hair color, e/c- eye color.

—lau <3

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You woke up in a dark room.

The smell inside burnt the back of your throat, making it hard for you to breathe. You had no idea where you were or how you got there, but you knew for sure that someone had kidnapped you. The room was so dark in fact, that your eyes were unable to adjust. You may as well been sitting in a void, a cold one.

It didn't take long for fear to set in once you realized you couldn't move your arms. But what scared you most was the familiar feeling the darkness held. You've experienced this before, just not to this extent.

A loud bang came from a nearby room, making you crumble into yourself from the anxiety. That was when you heard footsteps, and it was 1987 all over again.

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(flashback)
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You had grow accustomed to the constant berating and insults shouted at you through the doorway. It was normal for you to be locked in this pitch black room for hours on end, if normal meant that this behavior was acceptable.

"I wanna go home. Please let me out," you cried, tucking your knees in while huddling in a corner.

"You're so annoying. The more you whine, the longer you're staying in there," the voice scolded through the door.

"Mr. William, I promise to not be a problem anymore!," you wailed, using your arms to shield your head from the invisible monsters in the dark. "I'm scared of the dark."

"You're lucky Henry took a liking to you. If you'd gone missing, I'd be the first person he'd suspect," William growled, "Otherwise I would've gotten rid of you already."

"Please don't leave- don't leave me here!," you bawled, frantically searching for the door handle. It was locked, as expected.

"If you don't quiet down, you'll never leave that room again. Sit your ass down and grow up," he spat, stomping away from the door.

"Freddy- Bonnie-," you hiccuped, desperately trying to cry out for them without angering William further and crawling back to your position in the corner, "Foxy- Chica- help me.."

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"What's that? Y/n... your arms," Chica voiced, grabbing your wrist and lifting the sleeve. "Where did you get these bruises?"

"From playing." You practiced this response many times before, just like Mr. Afton had told you to do. But this time, all that practice was for nothing. Your voice came out shaky and unusually high pitched when you explained it.

"Sugar, who did this to you?," Chica cooed, pulling you into an embrace.

You didn't say a word, too afraid that you would be punished to spend more time in the dark room.

"It's okay if you don't want to tell me right now but I need to know soon," she sighed, letting you toy with her yellow feathers. You said something inaudible, to which Chica responded, "What was that, dear?"

"Mr. William hates me. I don't understand what I did wrong," you mumble, lip quivering.

"You did nothing wrong. It was that evil man's fault," she seethed, picking you up with her fluffy arms. "Let's go tell the others about this, then maybe we can make him leave you alone."