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

Attachment Issues

AN: I'd just like to apologize for being gone for a while, I've been busy with Character.AI! It is an extremely fun website/app.

You stared at the door; wondering why you smelled coffee and vinegar. 'Do you trust me?' You trusted him enough to be in your room while you slept! So you guessed you trusted him a pretty good bit... He was so much bigger and stronger than you, he could've snapped you in half while you slept, but he didn't. So that meant you should trust him, right? Or was that an excuse?

You noticed Freddy staring at the door knob, almost like he was asking himself question. He looked back at you, staring intently. His mechanical ears perked up, standing straight on his head, "I forgot what I was going to tell you, sorry Y/N!" His voice was uncaring, convincing even, but you knew better. There was something he wasn't telling you.

Your expression went flat, looking at Freddy in such a way so he knew you didn't believe him. If Freddy was human, he would've been covered in sweat. His eyes were wide and filled with guilt and regret. He knew he'd been caught. You knew he was hiding something. "Freddy?" Your voice was forceful but it only made him look away, avoiding you.

You grasped the shiny door knob in an attempt to figure out what Freddy had "forgotten" but his cold, metal hand took hold of your wrist and pulled you away, starting to drag you to your room. "Let go!" You screamed, trying to resist him however your cries fell on deaf ears as Freddy wasn't stopping. You kicked at the back of his mechanical legs only to realize how stupid it was so kick metal.

Your foot throbbed in pain after your pathetic attempt at making Funtime Freddy release you. He was now dragging you with more ease since you couldn't put pressure on your right foot, not that there was much struggle to begin with. The size difference between you too made it clear that you'd be completely crushed if you dared challenge him. He was at least a foot taller than you and probably weighed over 300 pounds! 

He opened your bedroom door and tried to pull you in but you held onto the frame with your free hand. You noticed the frustration in his eyes and he picked you up, nearly hitting your head on the ceiling before he threw you over his shoulder. All the air in your lungs were forced out when your upper stomach hit his shoulder. You started to chough while you tried to choke down more oxygen.

Only seconds later, he threw you down on your bed, leaving you staring at the ceiling fan as it slowly turned, its blades circled you like a vulture. Freddy closed your door and sat in front of it. He was body blocking it so you couldn't leave, whatever was in that closet was something he really didn't want you to find out about...

You regained your normal breathing pace and rolled over, facing away from Freddy. He took notice but said nothing, he knew he'd upset you but he didn't know what to do about it. Freddy sat there, staring at you. After maybe 30 minutes he must've thought you'd fallen asleep since he got up and turned off the lights. You could still see most of your room pretty well since his eyes lit up so brightly.

He sat next to your bed and started to play with your hair. He was gentle in contrast to how he behaved earlier but you were worried that his demeanor would change once again if he realized you weren't sleeping... You heard him get up than exit your room. You remained still and unmoving. Where did he go?

Freddy's POV:

I shut Y/N's door gently as not to wake her, I feel like such an idiot... What was I thinking? Telling her about what I'd done... If I did she'd never trust me, my plan would've failed and I'd be back at the junk yard... I walked and opened the closet before the corpse of that wretched boy fell into my arms. I held him tightly, only further damaging the already almost unrecognizable body. 

The hinges connecting the front of my stomach to the rest of myself swung open where I stuffed the rotting corpse into my belly. This wasn't ideal but I know how Y/N is... She'd go looking for answers but she won't find them. Not in the closet at least... No, there was no way she'd find out! I won't let some little girl get the best of me.

I walked back to Y/N's room, feeling the weight of that boy causing me to drag my feet a bit more than usual. He was far from heavy, pretty light, the only thing bothering me was his limp body being tossed around. With every step it seemed like he'd hit the walls of my insides harder. It didn't hurt, but the feeling was annoying... I'd bury him but Y/N's parents will be home soon so I'll have to postpone my plans...

I opened the door to Y/N's room gently but I noticed her body tense up when the light from my eyes landed on her. Maybe I disturbed her? I walked to the corner that I've claimed as mine and sat down slowly as not to make too much noise. My eyes stared off at Y/N, she was shaking a little, maybe she was cold?

I got back up, feeling Alex hit the inside of my chest cavity hard enough to make an audible sound. It hurt a little, surprisingly, but I noticed Y/N flinch at the noise, she still looked like she was sleeping though. I walked slowly to the side of her bed and pulled the blanket over her. She seemed to get even more tense when I walked closer so I went back to my corner.

I kept watching her, maybe I have a staring problem, or maybe I just like to look at her... She wasn't bad looking. Sure, she wasn't a 'sleeping beauty' but she had good qualities... I noticed how absurd my thinking was becoming and dismissed my ideas. I was here for one purpose, and one purpose only; I was here to redecorated her home with streaks of red for all to see.