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

Chapter 8 Obsession

Parting ways with you at such late hours of the night must have led his friends to believe that you two were up to more than just investigating a missing rat. But Freddy didn't care. Why should he care what his friends thought of him spending time with you? A detective.

The others disapproved of Freddy's actions. Baby argued with him. Ballora tried to reason. And foxy didn't much care suggesting that the others let him dig his own grave. After all it's what he wants.

But they didn't understand. How could they? No one went through what he had, only Freddy knew the real reason as to why he gave into the twisted nature of the circus.

You were everything to him now. His main source of entertainment. At first it was purely out of boredom. A lonely detective looking for a lead in a dead end case. (Beautiful too.)

But now it's more than that. He finds himself craving your attention. Now more than ever. Yesterday when he had seen you at work he knew what he wanted. Watching you slide past those cramped desks, ignoring the harassing words with frustration only to seem to find some sort of odd peace upon seeing him.

There. He could pin point it there. There was an unspoken murmur of trust between you and him in that moment. He meant what he said. He'd take care of you if those roaches tried to touch you. You're so different than he'd expect.

Your first meeting you were easy to read. Timid but easy to read. Embarrassed at his attention but gradually as time went on you ignored it more and more. Then you became harder to read. Normally once you get to know a person they're easier and easier to decipher, but not you. And god wasn't that just fascinating?

Freddy laid wide awake now, after creeping into his shared hotel room, plopping on his bed fully clothed. He knew he'd see you again soon. Just a few short hours now. 11am. But he can't stand being apart. He wondered if you were the same.

Getting into bed thinking about him. Freddy stared at the ceiling whilst laying on his back his hands clasped together against his stomach. He parted ways with you at your apartment. His mind imagined you now. Walking to the bathroom brushing your hair, shirt discarded in the bathroom. About to change.

He shuddered at the though. The imagination was something of a wonder filling in lustful gaps giving him something to think about. He could almost see you, kicking off your jeans in favor of pj pants. Or did you even wear pants to bed instead opting to go with an oversized tshirt. The idea of it's just long enough fabric barely obscuring your legs...

"Freddy?" Foxy broke Freddy's train of thought. The man sat up partially in bed peeking from underneath his silk eye mask yawning.

"Hmm?" Freddy couldn't hide his irritation as he looked at his friend who seemed deliriously tired.

"What the hell are you doing up in your clothes still?" Foxy groaned.
"Do you know how long I stayed up waiting for you to come back?"

Freddy looked away back to the ceiling scowling darkly. It had nothing to do really with foxy. It was just that he had distracted him from the one thing he's been searching for. That human connection. That something interesting.

"I wasn't gone that long." Freddy sighed.

"Was it at least worth it for your weird little high you're chasing." Foxy grunted annoyed. He seemed to know Freddy was frustrated with him in someway. He laid back down eye mask resting over his eyes again.
"Is she decent enough for you in bed?"

Freddy's face turned a brilliant shade of red. A lump swelled within his throat stopping him from responding. Decent enough in bed? There it was again that feeling. He meant his words. He wants to devour you whole. (How ever you interpreted that was up to you, but he knew how he meant it.)