Circus of Attraction (A FNAF: Sister Location human! Funtime Freddy X Reader)

Chapter 2 The Circus

Nothing. Another dead end.

You sighed leaning back from where you sat on the floor. Papers surrounded you consuming you in a sea of dead ends. You've been looking for Michael for a week. But nothing. Each lead you get, is quickly brought to its knees.

Maybe he's not really missing and this is just one of those prank calls that no one picked up on what it was. You leaned back forward running your hands down your face. You're exhausted.

The neighbors in your apartment were screaming again. Drunk laughter and banging on the walls disrupted the quite of your apartment. (Just another distraction.)

You glanced towards the wall. You wished maybe they would give you an idea instead of being loud and disrupting the peace.

"All eyes on me in the center of the ringgg just like a circus!-" they were drunk singing now. Shouting the lyrics and slurring. You slouched.

Great another person talking about a circus. There was one in town, got set up maybe 3 days ago and just started it's shows. Everyone was thrilled. (Maybe it was more the fact that the mayor finally approved of something happening in the town than the fact it was a circus.)

You've heard so many people talking about it, even your friends. Everyone said virtually the same thing: you should go see it! (Y/N)! It'll be fun! It's so different!

You had better things to do for the most part. But now faced with another dead end you wondered if you should just cave and go see it. You laid on the floor staring up at the ceiling in thought. (Maybe staring up will help you see something you missed. Though the ceiling was bland with that white spiked up paint trend that was popular for a while to save painters money instead of painting the wall properly.)

The longer you stared the more the ceiling took shapes. You felt like a kid again. Bored out of your mind and trying to stare at the ceiling for the shapes to entertain yourself.

Maybe you do need a new perspective. You sat up and started to pick up all the papers. Tossing them into messy piles that moved to a desk you had in the room rather than remain on the floor.

You guessed you could go to the circus. What would it hurt? Everyone else couldn't shut up about it. Maybe it'll give you an idea for a lead?

You stared at yourself in the mirror as you walked into the bathroom cringing at the sight of you. Your hairs tangled, unbrushed from when you had woken up, your eyes were dark and heavy with the lack of sleep. You should probably get a shower before going anywhere.

With the thought in mind you abandoned your paper work to get cleaned. You didn't really have much of a routine. There was no reason to go through so many hoops of self care when you worked at a job that drilled into your head you won't always have time for it.

You sat on your bed drying your hair looking out the window by the nightstand. It's quite in the afternoon. Maybe that's because everyone had better things to do than wander the streets and gossip. With this circus in town it's certainly quieter now.

There's two women you knew liked to gossip on the corner street just below your window. Diane and Sheryl. They were older women, and like most would imagine your typical small town gossiper. (Maybe you're really stuck in that bad movie. Or maybe you're just living in a more sexist version of The Andy Griffith Show.)

You huffed changing into clean clothes now. You preferred the quiet. You just wished that it was like this all the time when you had to think. Truthfully even if you're always handed the boring or unwanted cases, there wasn't a lot going on in this town.

No murders or anything like that. At most robbery. You never got in on those investigations though unless made to fetch coffee. Ugh.

Maybe seeing this circus will do you some good. It's something new. Even if everyone else had the same thought, you had a feeling that this would be different.