No Pulse (A CTW Funtime Freddy x Fem Reader story)

The Affable Y/N

      Freddy's POV:

I did as I planned to... for the most part. I stayed by Y/N's side till her parents arrived but I didn't leave before Y/N's father walked inside. His voice was loud and filled with excitement, just the perfect thing to wake up Y/N. It made me enraged, I wanted so bad for him to shut his loud mouth! Poor Y/N was trying to sleep and he was talking my ears off. I could feel my systems heating, my hands twitching, my teeth grinding, my body twitching. Y/N's hand tightened around my finger, I opened my eyes slightly to see her, she was awake thanks to her low-life father, but she didn't seem upset that her rest cycle had been cut short... She was worried. 

     Y/N''s POV: 

Freddy was shaking, was he nervous? I held onto his finger tighter, I could see him crack his eyes open and look at me... Maybe my dad was making him nervous with all the yelling... Well, he wasn't yelling, he was just naturally loud. Maybe it woke Fred up? If so, then I'd be a bit angry...

"Hey dad..?" He turned on his heels to see the voice coming from the sofa, "Honey, are you alright? Your white as a sheet!" You dad lowered his voice substantially to accommodate the fact you might have a headache, which you did. You put on a smile for you dad as he felt your forehead, "Hm..." He hummed, "You feel a bit warm, but maybe just incase, we can stick that thermometer in  your rear-" He cut himself off with his own laughter. He'd made that joke since you were born.

You let out a long sigh, "Just like we did with Masie..." Masie was your dog, until she ran into the street and got crushed by an 18 wheeler... You shuttered at the memory of the poor animals insides painting the road red... The truck had hit her, dragged her a few feet, then stopped, it's wheels still on top of Masie... It'd only happened a few years ago, back when you were in high-school. 

"Don't go back to thinking about her! She's gone, Y/N... You can't focus on that dog forever." Your dad said, seeing the look on you face. "I'm not..." You knew you were lying, he knew you were lying... Your dad decided not to have the conversation with you again and instead cleared his throat, "I assume your boyfriend was taking care of you while I was at work!" The smirk had successfully taken over the man's face again. "He is NOT my boyfriend!" You dad pretended he hadn't heard you and got down on the floor, taking a seat next to Freddy, "I'm sure you'll make a great son-in-law! Welcome to the family, uhm..." He'd forgotten Fred's name, had he even know it in the first place? "His name is Freddy, dad." You had an evident glare on your face. "Freddy!" He announced gleefully, "What a lovely name, for such a lovely boy!"

"Enough!" You partly screamed. Your patience had started to run thin with your dad. Your dad looked at you with a cartoonish yet devilish smile, he loved to annoy you, didn't he? You sat up on the couch, "Moms staying at work late, kiddo, it'll be a while before she's home so I'm just going to grab something. What do you feel like eating, Y/N?" You racked your mind to find all the options you had, there was a Chinese place a few blocks away, a Macdonald's, Burger King, and a place with great salads! But out of those... "I'd rather make myself some diner." Your dad looked at you, "are you sure, Y/N? I'd be happy to bring you home something!" You took a moment to rethink your choice, "I'm sure!" 

Your dad sighed and smiled at you, "Your such an independent girl, Y/N. Just don't burn the house down!" Your dad said accusingly, earning a quiet giggle from you. He left to get himself some food and you saw Funtime Freddy spring to life, "Why didn't you want anything to eat Y/N? You'll need to energy!" You looked at him wearing a smile made of pearly white teeth and ruby lips, "I didn't say I wasn't eating, I was wondering if you'd help me make something to eat" His face lit up, like he was hoping you'd ask, "I'd love to Y/N!" The six foot bear stood, his metal casing radiating confidence and joy. "What is your desired meal?" He said, twirling part of an invisible mustache with one of his fingers. "Hm.." You hummed, scratching your head, making an attempt to match the robots chaotic energy, "Pasta?" 

Funtime Freddy narrowed his eyes at you, like you'd insulted him, the glare made you feel anxious, was he mad at you again? Would there be a repeat like last time? You got up off the couch and backed up, the bear followed, you could hear his gears turning, the floor creaking under his weight, you weren't tall, but you wouldn't say you were short either, but next to him, you felt tiny. He could crush you so easily, would he though? He stood practically on top of you, your back against the wall, his hands on your shoulders. "What kind?" He asked with a slight growl in his voice, "e- excuse me..?" He heard the tension in your voice, since he hadn't seen it on your face already, and released his grip. He cleared his throat, "What type of pasta would you like? Lasagne? Fettuccine Alfredo? Ravioli? Macaroni Cheese?" He didn't stop naming all the different types of pasta, you hadn't expected a lesson on one of the most popular Italian dishes but you never knew there were so many different types!

He huffed after finishing his rant, "I'd like some Fettuccine Alfredo with chicken" You finally settled on the dish after remembering a few pleasant things from when you were a child, your mom used to make it but eventually stopped after your grandma passed away, the pasta she made had been your grandma's recipe but when she died, you mom buried the recipe book with her and you hadn't had it since.  You watched Fred look through the fridge, he pulled out ingredients and you just sat and watched you didn't have any premade Alfredo sauce so you were curious to how he would make it.

             Freddy's POV:

I needed to impress, I knew I could! I was a culinary expert thanks to my massive database, I could cook anything! But would she care..? I hope so, I wonder if I should make her breakfast in bed tomorrow, she hasn't been feeling well and it's the lease I can do... I mixed and stirred together spices, cheeses, and everything else, I cooked the chicken with a crispy light brown outside, made a creamy sauce with a consistency thick enough to stick to the penne noodles that I'd left to boil. I first plated the noodles, then poured the sauce over it, finally I laid the chicken that I'd cut into strips on top. I thought the presentation was perfect, Y/N must have thought so too since I could see her salivating, or maybe she was just that hungry.

I sat her down at the table and placed the pasta in front of her. She ate eagerly but still gracefully, well- as gracefully as someone can eat yet still getting sauce around their mouth. I waited for the feedback as patiently as I could but I kept shifting and bouncing lightly. Y/N finished her portion and turned to me, wiping the remains off her mouth with a napkin, "How is it cupcake?" She smiled nervously and held up her plate, "Is there any left?" 

I chuckled slightly and took the plate from Y/N to grab her another round of the pasta, I was just glad she enjoyed it! And- that she was eating, a lot of people struggle to eat when they're sick, so I'm just glad she's able to stomach it. She finished he second plate of the pasta and was down for the count, she pushed her plate away slightly and laid her head on the table. She let out a small and quiet yawn, it reminded me of the little kids I was so used to looking after, I loved them all, but the love I felt for Y/N was different... 

I took her plate and stuck it in the sink then walked back to her, "Y/N?" I asked to which I received no response. I pulled up a chair and sat next to Y/N then began rubbing her back up and down, worried something might be wrong. I didn't get a response from that either but I heard faint snoring then the sound of a cars wheels on gravel, her dad must've been back... I picked up Y/N and turned out the lights before carrying her upstairs to her bedroom. I laid her down and sat next to her bed. I couldn't help but think about how peaceful she was. I pulled a blanket over her and rested my head on the edge of her mattress so I wouldn't disturb her, "Goodnight Y/N..." I said before entering rest mode.

       Y/N''s POV: 

I smiled to myself, I had pulled one of the oldest tricks in the book! Pretending to be asleep so I'd be carried to bed, I knew it was childish but if Freddy was willing to, I didn't see a problem with it. "Goodnight Freddy" I mumbled, knowing he wouldn't hear. My eyes faltered and eventually shut, leaving me to rest finally.