robot bear discovers love|| Funtime freddy x reader

Ballora does NOT like The Wiggles|| Chapter 4

A/N: I would like to say thank you to all my readers, you guys are pretty cool. Also, this is the chapter where I'm gonna start to stray away from the storyline/events of sister location. Mostly because I have some pretty neat ideas for plot stuff. Anyways, enjoy reading.

(Y/N)'s Pov; 2nd person

"Bubble guppies, Bub-Bubble Guppies! Bubble Bubble Bubble, Guppie Guppie Guppies-"

That's the first thing you wake up to. The goddamn Bubble Guppies theme song. After you slam your phone with your hand, somehow thinking it would turn off, you lie there for a bit, trying to figure out why it didn't work. Which, no wonder it didn't work, you have to actually press the dismiss (or snooze idc) to turn it off. After sitting and basking in the auditory presence of the Bubble Guppies for a solid 10 seconds, the disorientation of sleep wears off, and your brain is able to function enough to stop it.

You reluctantly got out of your warm bed, being sad that you couldn't stay in it. You get dressed in your uniform, but soon after remembering that your shirt got destroyed last night.

You stick your arm in the drawer and fish around for an extra, or even something similar you can use until you get a new one. You pull out what you think is an extra uniform shirt, which it is, and put it on.

You sluggishly walk down the hallway to the bathroom, looking at the pictures framed on the wall. Some had your childhood dog, which you and your family always called Crusty. So much so, you forgot his actual name. It was probably something like Walter.

Other pictures had you as a child, usually with family members or childhood friends, or just you doing silly things. One of the pictures catches your attention right away though; it's a picture of you and your sibling, both holding a plastic baseball bat, standing over an absolutely demolished piñata. Even though it's funny, that's not what caught your eye. The thing that's so important about it is the place you were at. You were in a party room. Specifically Baby's party room. You would never have believed it if Baby herself wasn't right there in the back of the picture.

She was standing there atop the stage, multiple people crowded around. You recognized a few of your childhood friends in the crowd. Though, there was one girl who stood out. The sight of her gives you this feeling that something bad happened that day. To her specifically.

You remembered her; the blonde hair, the fair skin, the pink shirt and matching bow in her hair. She gave off the same vibe as the number 6. Her name was Elizabeth or something like that.

Honestly, you're too tired to register this as important, so you shrug this off and head to the bathroom, sure that it'll make more sense when your brain is in a fully functional state.

After you brush your hair, you figure you can make some food and watch tv for a while. After all it's only 7:28, you have a few hours to burn.

[Timeskip]

You hop into you car, holding a cup of coffee. Very energizing. Do you look like a zombie? Yes. But do you feel awake, alive, and thriving? Very much so. Tis' the effects of coffee.

Stop light. Red. Who decided they should be red anyways? Jesus Christ? Santa Claus? Paul McCartney? Why can't they be orange, or blue? You look around at other cars next to you, wondering if they're thinking the same thing. You see a run down, red Toyota Camry to your left, and a cop car to your right.

Oh no. The cops. They're right next to me. They're not after you, but they are most likely after someone else nearby. Or just patrolling. You don't know. You suddenly become VERY conscious of the speed you're going and straighten your posture, being terrified even though you're very much a law abiding citizen.