FNAF Human AU One-Shots

Freddy x Reader

Requested by me

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"Eugh! That feels weird!"

"Hush. You'll get used to it," you said, grabbing Bonnie's chin and carefully tilting his head back to where you could get a good angle. You carefully pushed around and touched up the scar putty around the broken bone prosthetic, earning a choked back gag from the purple-haired male in front of you.

"I don't get why you have such a problem with it. It doesn't feel that bad," Chica commented, gently poking at the makeup you had already applied to her.

"It's slimy and gross and feels weird on my face!" Bonnie complained.

"If it's slimy, that probably means there's something wrong with the putty I'm using and we need to start over," you said.

"Nope! No! We're good! Just get this over with!"

You used to go to school with the stage performers, knowing Chica and Foxy specifically. The three of you had been in the theater program together and you were usually the one on makeup duty. If an actor's makeup was more intricate or someone just needed help, you were there. It had been a few years since you had seen any of the four, and part of you wondered if they forgot about you. You didn't think too much about it, they had their own lives and you had yours. If they moved on, so would you. Then, a few weeks ago, you got a text from Chica asking if you could pretty please help do trauma and gore makeup for a haunted house Fazbear Entertainment was hosting. You had spent a good amount of time practicing the looks they wanted, sending photos back and forth with the establishment manager and the performers to make sure everything was exactly what they wanted before the day of the haunted house.

"Alright, now hold still or you'll get blood everywhere," you said, pausing for a minute before clarifying, "fake blood."

Bonnie went rigid as you began to carefully apply the red liquid into the appropriate cracks and crevices made by the putty as well as dabbing some around in random little splotches. You could hear footsteps behind you as someone entered the room.

"That looks horrifying."

"Yup. And you're next," you said, sparing a glance over your shoulder at Freddy.

The leader of the group gave you a wry smile, causing you to grin. You would admit, you were a lot more excited to be doing Freddy's makeup than you should've been. You used to have one of the most cliché crushes on him: the shy theater kid falls in love with the star football player. Well, Freddy wasn't the star football player, but he was still one of the more well-liked ones. Finding out he and Bonnie both got jobs as performers at the pizzeria was definitely surprising.

"Hey, at least your makeup is simple. You don't need to do anything complicated like..." Chica trailed off, attempting to gesture to herself with all the prosthetics and makeup you had put on earlier. "This."

You laughed, rolling your eyes. "Yeah, but the more complicated stuff is cooler."

After finishing up with Bonnie's makeup, which you were beyond proud of how well you did the sculpting on his facial wounds, you moved onto Freddy. Unfortunately for you, his makeup was a lot faster for you to do. He didn't have a lot of those same intricate and complex wounds that Bonnie and Chica had. He was just supposed to look scuffed up, like he got knocked down a hill with a bunch of rocks on it.

"Hey, Bonnie, let's go make sure you can actually walk around and scare people with all that makeup," Chica said, grabbing Bonnie by the arm and pulling him towards the door.

"H - hey!" he exclaimed, trying to dig his feet into the ground only to be yanked forward.

Before you or Freddy could say anything, Chica pulled Bonnie out the door, giving you a smirk you knew all too well before she left.

Fuck...

You could feel your hands starting to shake slightly as you continued to work on Freddy's makeup, regretting starting with his arms and legs instead of his face. You knew you were going to kill Chica later for leaving you alone like this.

"Is that some sort of tactic you're supposed to use?" Freddy asked, breaking the silence and gesturing to your shaking hands.

"Huh? Oh! I - kinda? I mean, you don't wanna think about what you're doing with some of this stuff. Just... go off and don't think about it too much. If you try to perfect details, it'll look fake," you said.

"So technically we could've done our own makeup? I mean, Bonnie and I probably would've been so bad it'd turn out good."

You laughed, shaking your head. "Bonnie was just about having a meltdown when I did his makeup. I think he definitely needed my help with it."

"It's kinda funny. He was always the one getting knocked into the mud during practice. I should be the one freaking out over how weird it feels."

"I mean... you still have time to."

Freddy stared at you for a few seconds before placing a hand on his chest and making the most over exaggerated gag noise you had heard in your lifetime.

"What horror! What... uh... what repulsion!"

You laughed, shaking your head and carefully grabbing his chin. You grabbed one of the makeup brushes and tapped his nose with it.

"Please tell me you're better than this on stage," you said.

"I'm not the star of the show for nothing."

"Hard to believe with that performance."

You began to apply the foundation, trying not to let your cheeks heat up with how close you were. You were just a few moves away from being able to sit in his lap, his face directly in front of your own. Your eyes kept trailing back to meet his own light blue ones, milk chocolate brown-hair framing his face perfectly.

Then, he screamed.

Your hands flew up, one of them clocking him in the nose. Hard. His head was snapped back, hands flying up to cover his nose as he started laughing. You could feel your cheeks heating up, your body tense as you steadied your breathing.

"You fucker," you mumbled.

Freddy stopped laughing after about a minute, removing his hands from his nose and grinning down at you.

"Come on, that got you?" he asked. Just then, a drop of blood slowly began to descend from one of his nostrils.

"Shit," you hissed, grabbing a few cotton pads and pressing them up to his nose. Freddy visibly flinched away, but relaxed after a few seconds. "S - sorry. Your nose - it's bleeding."

"Wouldn't that make the look more realistic?"

"I'm not gonna just let your nose keep bleeding!"

Freddy laughed, placing a hand on the one you were using to keep the cotton pads pressed against his nose. He smiled down at you with the warmth of sun rays heating you up on a clear winter day.

"I'm fine, (y/n). I've had worse bloody noses."

You slowly nodded. "I'm still cleaning it up. I'd be in big trouble if the makeup got contaminated with something."

Finishing the rest of Freddy's makeup, you finally sent him off so he could help finish the final preparations for the haunted house. You let out a small sigh as you organized and cleaned up all the products you had used. You had another six days of this.

Hopefully you wouldn't punch Freddy in the nose again.