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

Planning

A/n: i'm trying so hard not to rush the story to the good parts, i forget that build up is important.

so so sorry it's been so long since the last update! i've been taking care of my mom who just got out of surgery.

also, trigger warning for attempted kidnapping and a pedophile. yes, there's a daycare scene.

—lau <3

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"Has anyone seen Gregory?"

"No, why?," Bonnie answers, chowing down on a box of pocky sticks.

"He stole my phone to watch Miraculous Ladybug," you frown.

"Cool," the bunny munched, not paying attention to you.

"You don't care at all, do you? What if he sees my search history?," you noted, snatching the box from his paw.

"Your loss. And give me that back!," he hopped up and grabbed at the air, each time you taunted him with the box.

"You've gotta help me a little at least?," you suggest, handing his box back.

"Ask your lover, cunt," he snarls.

"Salty bitch, just cause Reina is busy doesn't mean you gotta take it out on me," you exhale, squinting your eyes at the box of pocky sticks. "Give me one of those."

"No."

"Asshole."

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You were kinda bummed that your fun at Adult Day was ruined by a certain someone. So you thought: why not hold another special occasion here?

Day 1 of planning, you called a staff meeting into an office room. All employees were required to be present unless they absolutely could not be for whatever reason. The gathering was for brainstorming some ideas and voting on them.

"Can't we just do another Adult day?," a janitorial employee offered from the back of the room.

"We can't do the same thing back-to-back, it has to be something else," you shot down, pacing in front of a white board.

"Maid cafe?," a male co-worker chimes in.

"This isn't a Japanese high school, and that can't be the only function we hold, it's not enough. But still I'll write it on the board," you pick up a black marker and proceed to write Maid Cafe on the blank canvas. "Anything else?"

"What about competitions? Like ones you could win prizes from?," another staff worker announced.

"Elaborate."

"I guess one of the competitions could be hide and seek where you'd have to find all of the animatronics. And maybe like a best pizza competition?," she resumed.

"But we need to follow a theme. Don't get me wrong, I like your ideas but what are we basing the event off of?," you interrogate, writing her ideas under the maid cafe.

There was a pause before someone spoke up.

"Culture day. People of all cultures can set up stands in the Atrium and express their cultures to guests. Like a festival of sorts."

What a brilliant fucking idea, holy hell.

"PERFECT. The theme will be culture day but we still have to vote on what events we'll hold personally," you applaud, "Everyone who wants to host a maid cafe, raise your hand."

What was even the point on voting if most of the population of your co-workers were of the male gender. Not a single man didn't have their hand raised.

"Maid cafe it is," you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose and circling the Maid Cafe option.