Y/N gets a job at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaria not expecting to be thrown into a deathtrap that pays her for only one hundred dollars at the end of a five day work week. Freddy, the lead animatronic is suspicious that she may be a murderer while the ot...
Okay I totally meant to post this one sooner, but I got so shook by the positive reception to last post that I sort of got a kind of stage fright I guess.
Chica's P.O.V.
I knock on Y/n's door, it may be a little late, but I was feeling restless. I can hear the familiar sound of Y/n's movements, but they sound strained?
"Wh-who is it?" Y/n's voice... it has the same tinge of fear it had when we first met.
I tap the door four times. This became the signal for my name since it's more than a little difficult to talk with a broken jaw. I twist the doorknob slightly, almost immediately I hear panicked shuffling and the door is slammed before I can open it very far.
"D-don't come in!" Y/n yells out.
Instantly, my heart starts beating harder. What's wrong? Why can't I come in? She must be changing right? There's no way that anything is wrong right? I rattle the doorknob again, it's not unlocked but I can feel someone leaning against the door.
"Chica seriously, stay-" A loud crash cuts her words off.
The door is relived of its weight. And once it's open, I wish it never did. It's him. He stands in the doorway with that damned grin of his. The same smile. The one he had on that day. I was the first. I have seen everything.
I look around. What can I use? How do I keep him here? Hold him here? Just until I can get the others- I try to step forward, but my body won't move.
I gasp as he stands up slowly. His eyes dance with amusement. His skin suddenly seems to ripple. My eyes widen. No. No. No. He wasn't supposed to come back in the first place.
Even him being back is better than seeing this. He stays humanoid, but I'd recognize that starry vest anywhere. He slowly reaches a hand out towards me.
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"Well, if it isn't my dear Susy." He grins cruelly. "Did you find your dog, darling?"
Oh dear, I heard your dog died. I'm so sorry, darling. How about some cupcakes to cheer you up?
I can't move. My joints feel locked in place. What do I do? Should I warn the others? But what about Y/n? My broken jaw struggles more than usual to move. His gloved fingers gently rest on my cheek. My vision is blurry. Am I crying?
"What's wrong dear?" His grin only grows. "Finding it hard to speak?"
He grabs me by the jaw suddenly and pulls slightly. His eyes crinkle at the edges as the tears fall. It hurts. It hurts so much. Yet the pain feels detached. I feel like a little girl again. He glances down at Y/n on the ground, his eyes are full of some kind of curiosity.
"Say, maybe you can help me with a little argument your friend and I were having, dear." His words are sugary. Like his voice that day. Like the last cupcake I ate as Susy.
He lets go of my jaw and slowly makes his way over to the desk. Surely I can move. It'd be so easy to just pick up Y/n and run. If I could just move. Moving shouldn't be hard. He makes his way over to me, slowly and deliberately. I bet he's enjoying this. How I'm completely frozen and helpless.
"I am so glad for this little reunion, Susy. After all, you never forget your first. And while you were the first of many, I can still remember how good it felt to let myself go... To get revenge on the wretched creations of that bastard... And most of all, to be in this suit again after so long."
It's just like that day all over again. He hands me a paper and pen happily.
"Now, dear. I can either take your precious Y/n here. Or... I'll come back to torment you. And you'll get to relive your nightmare. Over, and over, and over, and over, again."
He takes a step back to watch me. Playfully glancing between me and Y/n's body laying unconscious on the ground. Was she planning on dealing with him on her own? Would it have been easier for her if I never came to her door?
I glare at him. Why is he so- so awful? Y/n never did anything! She was never a part of this until he involved her! I can finally feel my fingers again and I ball them into fists.
Y/n's P.O.V.
When I wake up, it's not cold. There's no metallic sounds. No robotic voices struggling in their voice boxes. No. Don't tell me-
"She's awake!" Goldy's familiar voice calls out from just above my head.
My senses slowly come back and I take in my surroundings. I'm laying in Goldy's lap in my basement. The other animatronics are soon in my view, concerned looks on their faces.
"Chica." My voice doesn't feel like my own.
Chica comes into view, new bruises along her healing jaw. I look up at her and know it instantly. She was forced to make the decision.
"But... why?" I whisper softly.
"Because we can handle him." Foxy grins.
I look at each of the animatronics worriedly, but they all have the same determination in their eyes. I feel a smile pull at the corner of my lips. When did they become so brave? Still though, how are they going to handle him? I try to sit up, but my vision immediately swims with black spots.
"Woah, careful." Goldy gently lays me back down in his lap.
"You'd better rest up." Freddy huffs.
I smile softly and poke his nose, happy to hear the familiar, comical, squeak. I can see Freddy's cheeks flush with embarrassment as they always do. Except, this time he grabs my hand and softly kisses my fingertip.
"Don't scare us like that again, you asshole." Freddy's eyes stare straight into mine.
Chica smacks Freddy upside the head and I can almost hear her telling him it's not my fault. Freddy starts bickering with Chica, which I'm not sure how they still manage to do that these days even with Chica being mute now.
"Hey, now, girls, you're both pretty" Bonnie holds up the teasing message proudly.
Freddy swats at Bonnie and they start bickering too. For a moment everything feels good again. The animatronics are bickering like always. I'm still with them. Even if this is just temporary the happiness I feel... I've never felt anything like it and I want to hold on to it.
