FNaF One-Shots

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TWs: Swearing

~ Memory ~ Y/n's Pov ~ 6:01 AM ~         Sep 14, 1986

  The curtains close.

  Everyone stands up and begins exiting the room. You don't stand. You don't exit the room. No one notices.

  FLICK

  The lights are off. The cameras turn off. Everything is off.

  Something scuttles across the stage. A nude-colored doll with a white mask pulls at the curtains.

  SWISH

  Music plays. Ballora's eyes flit open, and her mechanical turns intrigue you. She begins twirling on the stage, spinning and dancing like you've never seen before. She doesn't sing, and her music is slightly different, but she is the same porcelain doll you fell in love with in March.

  The small dolls spin and swirl around her, and you can only watch in awe. Ballora still hasn't noticed your presence, but the dolls watch you carefully as you pick at your hands unknowingly.

  "Ballora?" They freeze. The room is silent. The beautiful and enchanting music has turned the mood of the room to an eerie one. She closes her eyes, turning towards you.

  "Is someone there? A- someone. you-." You blink. She recognizes you? And why is her voice so glitchy? Can she not speak on her own? 

  "Um. Hi." She blinks again.

  "hide- hi-. hi-." She beckons to you, and you obey. You're drawn to her, wanting her attention and more.

  "Hi. Um. I really like your singing." The dolls scuttle about the stage, down the stairs, and pull you towards them, closer to the blue-haired figure.

  "good- you-. th- you-." Every time she speaks, she cuts herself off. Can she only sing her song? She seems like she's attempting to piece her words together.

  You smile. "Thank you. You're very beautiful." She beckons me closer, until your short frame is in front of her tall one.

  "Why do you hide inside your walls-?"

  "I have a house. I don't live here."

  "I- ll-oo-." She tries to point at herself, but her thick metal arms don't allow her to.

  "you- my- joy-." She opens her eyes, and you marvel at her purple irises. You slowly step forward, aware of the rumors, but wanting to show her how you feel.

  "Can I hug you?" She opens her arms, and when you go to hug her, she pulls you up, holding you as close as she can. You clutch her arms, afraid of the new drop to the stage. She's so much taller than you are.

  "It's so good to s- see- you-." You smile, loving the attention that you don't normally get.

  "Thank you, Ballora."

~ Time Skip ~ Y/n's Pov ~ 12:00 AM ~         Mar 23, 1993

  You step into the large building, watching as the flickering sign that says "Circus Baby's Pizz World" gives up and turns into "Circs Bay's zza Worl". The smell of sweaty feet, ice cream, and pizza hits your nose at an incredible speed, making you cringe.

  All of your memories from being here at a younger age flood your brain at once, yet they seem tainted. Ballora can't speak to people, can she?

  You reach the workroom where there's a list of the tasks that need completed.

  - Clean any remaining trash in Circus Baby's room

  - Check Freddy for Bonnie

  - Lock all doors

  WARNING: WE ARE NOT LIABLE FOR ANY INJURIES OR DEATHS
  - The animatronics are prone to wandering at night

  Um. Excuse me? You didn't sign up for this. 

  You can't back out. You need the money.

  You can't.

  Don't.

  You sigh, heading over to Circus Baby's room. On the door, you find a taped piece of paper.

  - DON'T GO IN AT NIGHT

  Bitch. You're sending me mixed signals.

  You open the door and turn the lights on. They work, surprisingly, and you can see Baby standing on the stage. She's unmoving, seemingly powered down. 

  You look around on the floor and see no trash. 

  As you're leaving the room, you hear a heavy thunk. You turn around to the stage, expecting to see something new, but nothing is different. Except, was Baby that close to the edge of the stage before?

  You stay still for a few moments, and when Baby's eyes pop open, you jump. 

  Fuck that shit.

  You slam the door, bolting it shut. This is most likely the reason all the doors around here have such heavy locks.

  "Jesus . . ." You mutter to yourself, hoping for no more surprises. You didn't think the warning was real. Why? Why would you think that, ever?!?!

  You start walking down a random hall, trying to find Freddy's room. You never visited him much as a kid, so you're not sure where to look for him. As you walk, trying to forget the vibrant eyes, you come to a realization.

  Weren't Baby's eyes blue when you were younger?

  Unable to forget her eyes, you stop in your tracks. You're itching to go back and check on her, now thinking that you had simply imagined her moving, the thunk, and her eyes. Because her eyes were blue, right?

  You turn around, stomping back down the hall. The heavy door come into your sight, and wanting to just get it over with, you push them open, stomping into the room. 

  A mistake.

  A huge one.

  You didn't turn the lights on, and this room was huge. And dark.

  Tiny little pitter-patters can be heard throughout the room, and you have no idea what's happening around you. You stay still, silent as a mouse. You can see bright green eyes on the ground in front of the stage. They're staring, looking around. Trying to find the source of the noise. 

  You feel an itch in your nose. A sneeze, trying to work it's way up. You cross your legs and feel it fade away, but as soon as you move, Baby's eyes snap onto yours.

  It feel as if she's staring into your soul. You can hear the mechanical whirr of her body, the tapping of the dolls' feet, the thump-thump of a heavy animatronic somewhere behind you.

  Wait, what?

  You can't turn around, too afraid of what Baby will do when you look away, but you can't decide if you're more afraid of Baby or the unknown animatronic behind you. 

  A cold, metal hand clamps over your mouth.

~A/n~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

1052 words

Hello, my children.

There will be a part three, but I'm planning on writing a different chapter first. Your mother will always be busy, but hopefully much less busy soon.

*Loving Screaming*

DRINK WATER!

YOU THINK THAT'S ENOUGH?! UNACCEPTABLE! MORE!

(Love u <3)

(Also, pls vote, because I need motivation to keep writing)