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

Chapter 5 Getting A Lead At Last

F r e d d y   F a z b e a r.

Click.

Google tried its best to fill out its page with something you might be looking for. But it was useless.

Various browsers popped up, the top result being the official website for Baby's Funtime Circus. Pictures lined the top, below a link to Wikipedia about the man himself. (You guessed he was more well known than you realized. The circus was a big deal. Traveling from state to state and praised by many people.)

Though even if the information was interesting it was unhelpful.

You sighed drumming your fingers against the desk, eyes gazing at your work computer. You had hoped that looking him up would pull you to some kind of personal blog or maybe Twitter or something. But there was nothing. It's like he's a ghost.

You glanced towards the rest of the office. Watching as your coworkers blatantly ignored their work to chat about last nights game. (Typical.)

You looked back at the computer, the old machine grumbling as it tried to stay on for you. These things were so old, not upgraded since the early 2000's.

You gave up, clicking the browser closed staring at the blank Home Screen. You couldn't help but think about dinner last night. You stared mindlessly at the screen.

He was so, different. That was a good word to describe him. Different. He knew what you wanted to hear, but that wasn't exactly a good thing. He was charming. Witty. Unlike anything you're used to.

He wanted to walk you home last night, but you refused. He didn't need to know where you lived right now. Even if he could easily get the information from any of the ladies in town. (He was charming like that.)

"Ah that's a shame," his voice echoed in your mind from last night, "a fella can't walk a pretty lady home anymore. Oh well, I'll just visit you at work tomorrow."

He had winked.

He was quite a flirt. More so than you thought he would be. He was odd too, sometimes his jokes didn't always land right but he always laughed at them. It was like he thought he was the funniest person in the world.

He really meant it when he said he liked dark humor. You got a good taste of that last night. (Especially after one joke. Dark humor was like food, not everyone gets it. That was a real conversation starter.)

You're not so sure about him. He was still an infinite muster, though you shouldn't judge a book so quickly by its cover. You knew everyone in this town, but him and his coworkers. (You guessed being here for so long was starting to mess with you.)

Still, he was odd, unreadable. He worked off whims and seemed to get bored easily. Last night he didn't seem bored but you can never tell with someone like that.

Even if you're hesitant about working with him, you need the help. None of your coworkers were going to offer their help. No one wanted the case, and this didn't seem like one to just brush to the side.

Freddy Fazbear, was your only companion to turn to for help. Maybe he'd get some information for you next time he gives you an unprompted visit. Not just because he wants to spend time with you.

"Hey," a gruff voice snapped at you, "(L/N). Your boyfriend is here."

You craned your neck to look up towards the chief confused. He seemed unbothered, slamming more papers onto your desk. (Just the basic complaint files you'd have to go through. Alone.)

"Boyfriend?" You echoed the word back. Gears turning in your head. Then it clicked.

Freddy.

"S-sir he's not-" you stood up wanting to correct the mistake. Embarrassment clear in your tone.