You Shouldn't Have Grabbed Him

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I was let off early today as there were too many workers,  thankfully I'll still be getting paid.    I'll test out my idea when I get home,  I'm curious to see if it'll work.    The drive home was fairly quiet,  I didn't bother to turn on the radio since the diner was loud already.    Too bad the terrible drivers around me ruined my decent mood.
I swear they wanna see a crash happen.
I felt more tired than normal the moment I set foot in my house,  but I'm not complaining.   It was my only get away from my abusive mother,  and for that I am beyond greatful.   A shiver racked through my spine as the memories of her sharp fake AF nails,   that woman loved it when she would scratch me to make me bleed.   Good thing all of dad's money went to me thanks to his will,  I think he knew of her abusive nature and removed her from said will as a last act to give me a good life.

Enough on that though,  I'm absolutely ready for a good nap before dinner.   I don't need that money digger on my mind right now.   I changed into some sweats and a tank top,  sliding into my warm bed.
The dark abyss of sleep soon took over my consciousness.

I woke up in the strange room that resembled my safe haven,  only this time the windows showed a light green and gold sky.
"Hello friend,  you're here early.  I hope you don't mind but we never introduced ourselves.   I'm Fredbear,  but you can also call me Plushbear.    What might your name be?"   He's right,  I never told him my name.
"Y/n."    "What a wondrous name.   Since you're here early I advise you not to leave this room.   Think of it as a safe room."
"What happens if I do leave?"
He sighed and looked sadly into my eyes.
"Then your safety isn't guaranteed,   not even I know if it's safe out there."

Now I'm curious.   Curiosity killed the cat,  and most likely me too if I went out there.
"Is this place supposed to look exactly like my house?"    He thought for a moment before answering.   "I suppose so,   there might be a few things that aren't the same."
I stood up from the bed and checked under the bed,  in the closet,  and out into the Hall before leaving the room.

"Be careful out there friend!"

Some of the lights were on,  mainly the ones following my regular path to and from downstairs to upstairs and vice versa.   Walking around had me thinking back to the previous night.

It was almost 6am when I heard breathing from right at my door.    It's ragged breathing perfectly matched mine,  I couldn't process anything anymore.

"Close the door!"

Hot air fanned across my face right before I pulled the door shut,  scared senseless.
"If you hear breathing at the door be sure to close it quickly,  Bonnie isn't a patient Bunny."   I soon took a glance out the hall to find it empty.

I didn't get to see Bonnie at all last night,  but what struck me the most was what Fredbear said.  This wasn't meant for me.
Who was supposed to survive these nightmares in the first place?

I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stick up,   it was as if someone was watching me.
Scanning the living room proved useless,  and I don't think something as big as Bonnie was could fit in the kitchen cabinets.   Just from the angle Bonnie's breath was coming showed just how big he was.   The only place they could hide is behind doors and somehow under my bed.    I did however find a purple bunny doll,  sitting in front of the tv.    That wasn't there when I scanned that room.