FNAF One Shots - REQUESTS TEMPORARILY CLOSED

🥀☁ Shattered Self Image (Roxanne Wolf x Reader)

Summary: A follow-up to last chapter, Roxanne notices (Y/n) is acting strange. Some time has passed since she'd finally gotten fixed and Roxanne has built a stronger relationship with her friends-- including (Y/n). Now, it seems the time has come to return the favour.

Requested by @RoxanneStan2005 on Quotev - Roxanne helping (Y/n) through depression. The request asked that there be throwbacks before and after Roxanne's shattering, so I think placing this after last chapter ties both the original two scenarios and the request together quite nicely :)

I hope y'all enjoy!

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You rushed down the hall, struggling to keep your workload in your arms. It's been about a month since you started working at Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex! Things were going quite well for you, actually-- you loved your job, you've made amazing friends here! The food was great, and the pay was better than anything you anticipated, knowing Fazbear Entertainment. It was actually above minimum wage-- shocking, right! Your bills were all paid off, your friends and family outside of work were happy and doing well in their ambitions. Every aspect of your life was attended to and accounted for. Nothing could possibly make this any better!!

So why?

Why had your depression come back?

You were doing fine, but over the last week, you could feel something creeping-- like a shadow on the horizon of your mind. You'd tried to ignore it at first, but it seemed you'd finally reached your breaking point. It was suffocating now. The neon lights that brightened your path were too bright-- glaring in your tired eyes. The sounds of the Pizza Plex proving its life were too loud for you. It felt like your ears would bleed. You were overstimulated. Overwhelmed. Every little thing seemed to bother you today, and you couldn't help the degrading thoughts that snickered and pointed out your every mistake.

You looked ridiculous, they told you. You felt ridiculous.

Still, you tried to ignore the thoughts, their tongues that slicked like knives at your ears, whispering cruelly, incessantly. You didn't know what brought them back. You didn't know what caused this oppressive pressure, like every eye was on you. Judging you. Like you were doing everything wrong. You plastered on a cheery smile, painfully aware of how much it hurt to do so. You laughed, you smiled, you spoke in a cheery voice that frightened you-- it was so alien to you, reflecting none of how you felt. For better or for worse, it sounded like a completely different you. It didn't feel like you were the one speaking at all.

But it was better. It worked, it made the families smile and laugh. You cracked jokes with fathers while envying the children who groaned and rolled their eyes. You compromised with kids who didn't like vegetables, sneaking tokens to them under the table if they took one more bite. You empathized with tired mothers, ran races with little kids who didn't listen to the staff bots desperately crying after them the 'no running' rule. You played games with teens, aiding them when they couldn't pass a level or encouraging them to do their best!

It wasn't you, it wasn't how you felt. But it was routine. And it was better.

All day long, you ran from one location to another, following every call for you through the radio. What exactly was your job? Well, technically speaking, you were a part of the food service. While that was supposed to be limited to specific restaurants, yours was closed for today, and rather than just go home, you offered your services to other restaurants that were short of staff due to the weather outside. After all, there was no Big Boss here to stop you today, and the other managers really appreciated the extra hands. You appreciated the extra work. You didn't want to be left alone, with nothing to do, as tired and listless as you felt. It would only make the voices louder.