Multi Fandom One Shots And Short Stories

(FNAF) Hell Week (2 of 3)

TW- talks of paranoia caused by trauma and discussions of depression/mental health.

I also used gender neutral terms and nicknames, but you can change them if you want.

Word count: 1905

About four months after Freddy had come to you during the start of what you had deemed 'Hell Week', you were approached by two more animatronics.

Foxy and Bonnie had always been close but you had just brushed it off as them being the closest in age. You didn't think there was anything deeper than that and they never gave you reason to suspect anything.

So, when they came to you, looking more nervous than you'd ever seen them, you dropped the box of pizza ingredients you'd been holding on the closest table and turned to meet them.

"Hey guys!" You chirped, "What's up?"

Bonnie was the one who answered, after a rather nerve wracking silence. "Uh," He paused and cleared his throat, "Y/N... Freddy, a few months back, said that you helped him with his... With his, uh, Hell Week?" He looked at you questioningly.

You nodded your head, slipping a small smile on your face. "Yeah, I did." You said gently, "Is there something you need me to do for yours?" Both Bonnie and Foxy looked rather taken aback by your near-instantaneous acceptance.

Foxy was the one who spoke this time, "Aye, Matey. If it doesn't trouble ye too much, we'd.... Well, we'd appreciate yer help."

You nodded and slid into an empty booth, gesturing to the other side by way of invitation. They hesitated before they both took a seat facing you.

"What do you need?" You asked, all business and concern (which didn't usually go together but you made it work).

Bonnie heaved a sigh and said, "Foxy and I, we were k-killed only a few days apart." You noticed the break in his speech, but only barely, "I'm sure Freddy told you that this effects all of us differently, didn't he?" You bobbed your head, "Well, for me, it just makes me really... Depressed." He stared at the tabletop like it was the only thing between him and oblivion, "It's hard to do things that I normally enjoy and some days I don't have enough energy to get out of bed! I can't cook, I can barely eat, I don't even like playing my guitar!"

He broke off here and looked down at his lap, twisting his fingers in shame. His rabbit ears also drooped, coming down to cover part of his face. You reached out to him at the same time Foxy draped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him a little closer, placing a gentle hand in his purple hair. Your eyes narrowed for a split second before you shuffled that information into the back of your mind for later.

"Bonnie," you said, "you don't have to be ashamed, you know? I've got The Big Sad too." You gave him a goofy grin when he looked up at you. "I understand! You don't have to try and hide it, ok?"

He looked a little hesitant, but he eventually nodded. Bonnie leaned his head on Foxy's shoulder, taking a breath. Internally, you were screaming, but you didn't let it show. You hoped.

You turned to face Foxy, not missing the way his golden eye stared at the rabbit. He turned before you could really start to squeal. Cleaning your throat, you asked, "What about you, Captain?" He gave you a small smile at the nickname, huffing out a small laugh.

"Fer me, Mate, I get a wee bit... Paranoid?" He shook his head, "Argh, that's not the right word fer it. There's somethin' that happens in me head that makes me think that that man is right around every corner. That nowhere I am is truly safe and he's always watchin' me." He shuddered, "I just get real jumpy 'round everythin', 'specially loud noises."