You're one of them?! fnaf reader fanfiction

Chapter 7

- sorry last part was so long. I got a bit excited. Hope you're enjoying it so far! -

A large van with no windows and secure doors opened up to a young 14 year old girl. I watched them clear out the surprisingly large space for me.

I looked back at the pizzeria, Michael's hand were also held behind his back. He hadn't found Cass in time. Everything was falling apart. Cass would have known this would happen. So why didn't she try to stop it?

Tears could hardly fall down my cheek, my eyes were so dry and I'd adjusted to the pain in my wrists from the handcuffs. The officers must have thought they were catching a much younger child, these were way too small. Or perhaps the new guy had done them too tight.

Thinking of the devil, the young man smirked, perhaps guilty and trying to brighten the situation, "How embarrassing, caught by the least experienced officer. Sorry if I ruined your reputation."

"When the rest of your more experienced companions come out of that building you'll see why they sent an ambulance. Never trust me in a kitchen," I grinned back at him, freaking him out a little. It was fun for a while but I was still shaken. "What will they do to them?"

"The animatronics? Honestly I think they plan to leave them. Unless they show dangerous behavior. Do you think they'd hurd the kids like they did the night guards?"

"No. Innocents deserve no punishment. They're waiting for someone, like I was. When he returns, he may not see daylight again."

There was silence a while longer. Apart from having to laugh at his reaction to the mess I'd made out of his coworkers. We were waiting for Henry Emily's command, he was discussing the problem with the police, and inspectors. That's from what I could tell at least.

After a long wait, Mr Emily and the others left the building. They walked right up to the new officer. "Well done officer," Mr Emily was the only one apparently keen to speak, "you're sure to be rewarded. As for you," he turned to me, "it's undecided what to do about you. So we'll just take you to the station for now."

I said nothing, a scowl covered my face. I was about to be taken to the van when I lashed out. I couldn't handle this any longer I bolted towards the pizzeria, sobbing. I was grabbed again by another officer who would call for help unsuccessfully. He wouldn't need it. I was in too much shock.

"Let me go back!" I cried out, I don't think I was loud enough to be heard but I'd keep talking, "I want to go home! Let me go back! I can't leave them!" I stood as still as a statue while the man holding me tried to guide me to the vehicles. Eventually I could only give up.

In the back of the truck I was engulfed in darkness.

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The walls of the police station were mostly white and grey, with a blue streak running through every side. There was lots of chatter echoing around the waiting room, along with phones ringing and police dogs yapping.

Michael was kept near me at all times to keep me here and to comfort me in interrogation. I wouldn't go anywhere unless I had to. I often sat shivering in a blanket. Partly because of the cold I hadn't felt in so long, but also from fear and homesickness.

The interviews hadn't begun yet. I was just here. For unknown reasons. But I did know they would question me, I overheard them. I hear a lot of things I shouldn't. It's helpful sometimes.

I hadn't eaten for three days, and I was only just getting used to sleeping when it was dark. It'd be the other way around if I was back at Freddy's. I still worry about them.

A woman with a clipboard came up to us while Mike was checking if I was alright. I didn't answer to either of them. I wasn't myself since being taken away. I hardly heard them speak, but I did make out, 'inspector', and by this I knew I was in trouble.

As I was guided towards the interrogation room, I started coming round. Felt more like myself, and felt determined again to hide as much information as I could.

We finally reached the door and was able to pay attention again. Mike turned to me, and spoke sincerely, "Don't stall. Answer any questions he asks. It'll be quick as long as you don't cause trouble with him. Besides, from what I've heard he'll get the truth out of you one way or another."

I gave him a disappointed look, "I give orders. I haven't exactly practiced obeying them."

"Y/N! Do as he says okay? Please?"

"No promises."

"It's a good thing I have to come with you," he sighed, rolling his eyes.

"And it's probably a good thing you always do."

He chuckled before opening the door, "suppose I don't have a choice huh?"

"Now who's taking orders?" I stared into the room, spotting the inspector inside. He was staring back, waiting. He gestured towards the seat for me to sit down.

He wore a smart black suit, white shirt and dark blue tie. Classic film character. As I took a seat in front of the desk, he spoke gently, "I'm sorry to hear about your recent events. It must have been quite worrying. I heard you're concerned about the robots --"

"My friends" I cut him off sternly.

"Of course. I can assure you that the building was left exactly as you last saw it."

"With my friends motionless on the floor. Really reassuring sir." Mike elbowed me in the side, which honestly tickled a little.

"I must say I'm curious, what made them your friends? How were you so close?"

"Uno reverse!" The Afton beside me poked me sharply, "what?! Doesn't it work the same way as everyone else and their friends? People are so confusing I swear! Always talking about how great their friends are and then wonderin, how the heck do I know this dude! You know what let's stay on this subject for a long time..."

The detective sighed, "Y/N the sooner you tell the truth, the sooner we can close this case."

"And send me to some new family. No way! Besides, how'd you know I'm lying dummy? No one said anything about lying. Haven't heard much about lies actually, but am I right in thinking they've categorized them?"

"Y/N--"

"Yeah there's like white lies, or something. Then--"

"Y/N!"

"Sorry! Just wondered. I'm not educated you know." I struggled to stifle a laughing outbreak when I turned to see Michael's face, red as a tomato. I felt so sorry for him, constantly dragged into witnessing my stupidity and bad humor no one could handle.

"If you are done I have a few more questions for today!" I nodded, proud of how annoying I can be. But I thought for a second.

"How long are they keeping me here?!"

"Sorry?"

"You suggested being 'done for today.' But from what I heard, that's either just a common phrase, or there could be more days." He sat, looking utterly defeated. I know he wanted to comfort me while I was questioned, but that's an impossible combination. "So...?"

"They're undecided. No one is sure of what will happen to you, the pizzeria, or the robots. They told me not to tell you, but I think you should have the right to know."

"Will I ever get home?" I looked at the two companions in the room, scared for my life. "CAN'T I EVER GO BACK?!" They both held their breath in the silence.

"I don't know. But I don't think it's all that likely."