•your dead emerald eyes●《Chris Afton x reader fanfic》 ¤▪︎female▪︎¤

~Chapter 26~

^"Hey Chris?" 

"Hm?" Chris hummed, and turned to look at me. Now that I knew the secret, most of the Aftons didn't bother with their illusion disks, As such, Chris' illusion was not on at the time. Blood ran down his face and his eyes black, resembling those of golden Freddy's, with nothing but white pin pricks to show where he was looking at any given moment. His head -if the blood soaked bandage was removed- was a crater and you would be able to see his brain. Not that he would let you. His grey wings were long and fluffy, dragging along the ground easily. To anyone else, he would be terrifying. I'd found him scary sometimes, If he looked at me from the wrong angle, or if  his wings were in the wrong position. He would look scary. And I found sometimes I looked away in fear. If Chris looked scary, I'm glad that Michael and William refused to not used their illusion disks.

"What is with your... uhm.. nightmares?" I ask. I had been curious ever since the incident with them thinking I was an imposter. Well, all except Chica. And Foxy, when Michael possessed him.

The nightmares are a group of plushies with illusion disks that allow the plushies to take on the form of a self-aware animatronic. They stem from Chris' mortal fear of the animatronics William created and the main four stem from the idea of the Tormentors. Michaels Friends. The ones who killed Chris. However, since discovering that Chris had been dead for a while, the nightmares left him alone, deciding they wanted to befriend him, as Chica had done. Chris was not so forgiving and so the nightmares had to earn the 'friendship'.

"Oh.."^

The Plushie in front of me Grows into an 8 foot animatronic. It appearance slightly permeable, allowing me to see what I can only assume to be the endoskeleton inside. Its a pitch black version of Freddy with a yellow bow tie and a yellow hat. Its mouth was adorned with daggers of teeth with the tops seemingly stained with blood, a carbon copy of its mouth was situated between the joining's of the torso and legs. I step back in fear, the animatronic towering over me.

"Holy shit-" I mutter staring up at it. It stares down at me in response.

"You are Y/N, If I am correct. I will ask once. Where are we and what do you want?" The voice that spoke was deep and rumbling, almost seeming to shake the ground on which we stood.

"Correct I am Y/N, and I will answer your questions however I request that you bring the rest of the nightmare to our location." I respond, taking charge of the current situation. It seems to understand my tone of urgency because it nods. The rest of the plushies that I often saw in Chris' closet appeared bar one. Foxy. Which means that Michael is possessing him, Very well.

"Thank you" I say. The plushies shift and the rest of the nightmares appear in front of me, their size still not quite settled with me. I take another step back. Focus. I take a deep breath in, all of them watching me and then let the breath out again.

"you said you wanted Chris' forgiveness?" Silence. "Well here's your chance."

Not surprisingly, they were all more that willing to help. Especially Chica. Once I had directed them to the building that we had been lead to, I turn back to Chris' Car. I pull the car door open and look at the supplies that William had supplies me with. I load the gun. I fill my pockets with bullets and stash the knife into a strap on my thigh. I sigh and look at the building. Here we go.

The inside of the building was gloomy with the only light being from the broken windows and dimly illuminates the corridor that stretches in front of me. Its eerily quite considering there are 8 or 9 nightmare animatronics, Cassidy and Michael, Gabriel and the Aftons bar Chris. So there's like...15 or 16 of us. 17 including me. I walk down the long corridor, Occasionally dipping into rooms and searching them. This building reminds me of a factory, as I walk into a large room, easily 2/3 the size of a soccer pitch.

"What the hell?..." The room was filled with shipping containers, some stacked others singularly and they were all randomly placed. Its all too... Prepared. I cautiously peek my head around the container that was in front of me. I watch down the gap between the container I was hidden behind and the one next to it. There seemed to be no one there, but none the less I ready the gun in my hand. Ready for an ambush. I creep further into the room pushing my back against the shipping container that way I don't need to worry about watching my back and I can watch both my left and right at the same time. There seems to be no sign of anything at all, not even any of the animatronics. Looking around I notice that some of the container are being used as rooms, some having doors and the others being higher up and having metal stairs to access the higher containers. If I can get higher I will be able to look out over the room and see if I can see anyone... then again, If I do that, I put myself in risk of being spotted by someone I don't want to be spotted by.

...

Up higher it is. I quickly make my way to some metal stairs navigating my way through the maze of shipping containers, all the while keeping my eyes on my surroundings. I'm getting bad vibes because of the fact I haven't seen any sign of anyone. Pit pat. I spin to my right, hearing footsteps and bring the gun up, ready to shoot. There is no one there. I keep the gun aimed ready to fire and hold my breath straining to hear anything to give away if someone was there. I wait a while and nothing or no one comes out so I lower the gun. I continue to creep towards the metal stairs that were now only a few meters in front of me. I grab the hand rail and look around, checking to see if anyone had followed me. I don't see anyone so I dash up the stairs, wanting to get to the top before anyone could spot me. At the top I pause before entering and Listen to check if anyone was in there. I couldn't hear anything so I sneak in. Its so dark in the container so I dig my phone out, conscious only to use it only when absolutely necessary, like now when I cannot for the life of me see what I'm doing. A shuffle. I freeze in place and turn the torch on quicker. A single chair sat in the middle. No one sat in it. Just a chair. I get an ominous feeling and shine the torch to the right and glance around. There's nothing there either. This doesn't feel right. Something, I'm not sure what but something is wrong. I glance back at the chair. See that. That's what's wrong.

"Where the fuck-" In the chair is a man, his legs crossed and a smug look on his face. 

"Hello there" He mutters standing up. I aim the gun. He's not helping me, he's not an ally, he must be working with Roy. He looks amused at me aiming the gun at me.

"Where is he?" I demand.

"Who, darling?" He responds, walking closer. I aim the gun at his head warning him to stay back.

"Don't call me darling" I hiss. The man pulls out a gun and aims it at me, mimicking me. I widen my eyes momentarily. Do not get scared.

"Sorry- you must mean the Afton kid right?" He purrs, darting forward and restraining me. I grunt as he slams me to the ground. I struggle against his strong grip. I try to aim my gun at him and he pins my wrist down.

"We have your friend safe and sound, there is no need to struggle against me sweetheart" He puts his mouth against my ear and whispers in it. I grit my teeth and kick upwards, effectively knocking him off of me. He grins sadistically.

"Oh~ she fights back, you might cause a problem for us" He stands again and I aim the gun. He's hurting him... and possibly my family too.. I screw my eyes shut and pull the trigger, the loud gunshot ricocheting around the whole room. Once. And again, to be sure. I open my eyes and he's laid on the floor, a bullet in each leg and bleeding out his face contorting in pain as his glares at me

"Stay down a while" I mutter, picking up his gun and stuffing it in my pocket.

"You wont get away with this, sweetheart" He gasps, and wheezes.