My One and Only | Funtime Freddy X Fem Reader | (Currently On Hold)

(14) No Comfort For A Decade

Yet, I injured her once... Is there a way I could get rid of this feeling of... Guilt..? Or would it stay with me all the way until I get scrapped for something new..?

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~ Y/N POV ~

You felt calm from all the stuff happening outside of the bathroom stall doors. The sounds of the water impacting the ground and the warm, cozy feeling of the water splashing onto you skin made you feel zen.

As much as you'd want to stay here for longer, Freddy was probably waiting outside of the bathroom for you. You didn't want to keep the poor fella waiting for longer just because you wanted a longer shower.

You turn the shower valve off and readied yourself for another potentially chaotic filled day. Once you stepped out of the doors, chaos could commence at any time and the part you hated the most about it was being involved in it in any way.

You open to the door with a click and see Freddy outside of the door, anticipating your exit. You made an 'eep' sound before stepping back and closing the door.

You covered your face with your hands in embarrassment. Soon enough, with the silence and the awkwardness of the room, you regain the courage to finally ask him.

"Fr-Freddy? Ya mind giving me my towel..?"

You heard gears click and loud, metallic footsteps outside of the door. Soon enough, you were thrown your shirt from above th stall door.

It fell on the floor. You quickly pick it up, realising it had been just a little too late to save it. It had been pretty drenched on one side. You hung it up against the door.

"No, Freddy. Not this one. The other purple cloth."

Soon, your towel had been thrown to you. But this time, you caught it in time before it fell onto the stall floors. You dried your hair and body afterwards, feeling the recognisable cold air invade through the doors. But from where you stood, you heard the doorknob outside click. Odd...

You wrap the towel around your waist, acting as make-shift pants for the time being and put on the half-drenched staff shirt. You felt uncomfortable to say the least, you kept adjusting the t-shirt at different places. You took a deep breath before allowing entry to the outside.

You look around. Freddy wasn't there on the bench anymore. Where could he have gone..?

Before wandering around, you picked up your jeans from the bench and wore them, keeping alert of the surroundings. You took a glance at the mirror, combing your hair with your fingers. You hung the towel on your right shoulder.

You took a look around the room in an attempt to find Freddy. The room was kept silent, giving you uncertainty and anticipation.

You peeked outside the bathroom through the door, but it was only freezing cold out there accompanied by the same darkness that encircled you everyday.

You turn back to see Freddy huddled up against the corner. He seemed to look down. You could tell by the lowered ears and his eyes keeping downcast, staring at the tiled bathroom floor.

"Freddy? You alright..?"

He looked up suddenly, looking almost spooked.