A Few Haunted Nights (Frexy)

Deadly Memories

A/N

     Thanks for all the support with the book, I honestly didn't think it would get that many reads because of how Fnaf is kind of getting old now, but I guess 8 years Fnaf anniversary wasn't that long ago. I'm hoping to make this book super long, and after an hour and 15 minutes of read time currently achieved with only 10 parts, I have high hopes, especially since more than half of the chapters in the first ten were less than 2000 words. You can message me or comment on the book if there is anything you want to know or any changes you want made to the book, I will try to read all the comments and answer questions and requests. Happy reading!

-Freddy Pov-

     We all sprinted to the door of the hospital, making it just outside before Goldie took off the human disguises. The four of us turned back into animatronics, and I stood back and stared at the hospital as everyone else walked away.

     "What's wrong Freddy?" asked Chica. I sighed and turned around, getting into the driver's seat and starting the car. 

     "It's just, I don't know if he wants to be friends with me anymore. He was fine with me being next to him after a long time, but it was clear he was uncomfortable." I said. I meant what I said, because I had seen him there, nervously staring into my eyes as we hugged.

     "I'm sure it'll be fine. If he doesn't return to you immediately, don't worry about it. Like I said earlier, he's still on edge, so it might be a little while for him to trust you, okay?" I nodded and put the car into drive, leaving back to the pizzeria.

     Goldie, Chica and I were going to be with Foxy during the repairs, while Bonnie and Mangle were going to stay back and run the place. Although I wouldn't be surprised if we didn't make any money today because of the hangovers.

     We got home and got out, getting back at about 2:20, so Mike would still be working. We all decided not to pester him, so we just got out of the car and walked in. I opened the door and heard some, interesting sounds coming from the office, to say the least, so I went to go check it out.

     I looked through the window and saw Mangle on top of Mike, pleasuring him with all of their limbs all at the same time. I covered my eyes and ran to my room, instantly throwing up in the toilet. 

     I opened the door and saw Mangle standing there, frowning. "What's wrong, Freddy? You threw up almost as much as I did there."

     "What's wrong? What's wrong? You just fucked the security guard, that's what's fucking wrong! If William fucking finds out about this, I am sticking the fucking blame to you as soon as I see his purple face, you got that?" I yelled at them.

     Their face contorted into one of fear within seconds. "No, no, no, no, no, no, please! Don't tell Purple Guy! I'll do anything! I'll clean the pizzeria, do the groceries, take calls, make breakfast, and give you a blowjob all at the same time just please don't tell him!" They sobbed and fell to the ground in a heap of metal and wires.

     I picked them up and sat them down at the seat across from me in my office. We sat there for about half an hour, and settled on the idea that Mangle would just owe me one if I were to keep my mouth shut.

     "Do you swear you won't tell him?" They asked, and I nodded.

     "No, I won't tell Purple Guy. Just remember, you owe me one now." Mangle sighed and rolled their eyes.

     "Do you at least know where the Ibuprofen is?" They asked. "This hangover is hitting pretty hard." I thought about it for a second.

     "Well if it isn't in the bathroom, then you should probably ask Bonnie, because he's always getting headaches, especially because he also drank." I told Mangle. They went into the bathroom and I went out to the party room. I sat there for a long time, doing nothing.