Lust for Blood: A Nightmare Fredbear x Reader Story

Your Shittiest Day (Continued)

You, your brother, and your father had finally made it to Fredbear's Family Diner. You watched your brother get out of the car first, then your father. Your brother shot a glare at you through the window. You sighed softly. Your father opened the door for you, and you got out. You gulped, looking up at the sign on the Diner. You kept a tight hold on Fredbear as you nervously followed your father inside the building. Your brother harshly struck you on the back of your head.

"Walk faster, idiot," he said. Your father turned around and glared at him.

"Apologize. Now. I will not have you behaving this way. Especially not on (Y/n)'s birthday," he said. (B/n) scoffed.

"Sorry, or whatever," he said. You tried not to let your eyes water from the pain. Your father sat you down at a nearby table while he took a firm grip of (B/n)'s arm and led him to a corner, where he quietly scolded (B/n). Your gaze soon wandered off to the stage with Fredbear and Spring Bonnie. You stared off in their direction, but soon snapped out of it as you noticed they were still and looking your direction. A cold chill went down your spine. You must have been staring for a while, because you brother snapped his fingers in front of your face.

"Hey, loser," he said. You looked at him, then back at the stage. Fredbear and Spring Bonnie were back to performing.

"Did you see that?" you asked him.

"What? All I saw was you staring off into space. Anyway, Dad said he will have a pizza put in for us," he said.

"Okay..." you said. He huffed and walked off. You looked back at Fredbear and Spring Bonnie. You wondered if what you were seeing was your imagination or not. Did anyone else see what you saw? You rested your head down on the table for a few minutes. You wondered if your stress and fear was making you go crazy.

Soon, the pizza made its way to the table. The smell of it wafted towards your nose. Your brother sat down across from you. You both took a slice and began to eat. Your father came over a couple times to snag a piece of pizza before returning to work. You and your brother were silent as you ate. Once you were done, it was time for cake and more torment from your brother. As soon as the cake made it to the table and was right in front of you, your brother pushed your face down into the cake by the back of your head. Your father scolded him for his behavior, and of course, (B/n) didn't care. Your father retrieved a clean, damp cloth and began to help you clean yourself up.

"Thanks, Dad..." you said. He nodded and walked away, leaving you alone at the table. You sighed in frustration, then (B/n) came up to you with a few friends of his.

"Hey (Y/n), since it's your birthday, why don't we take you to see Fredbear so you can have a front-row seat?" he asked.

"No thanks," you rejected. He huffed and picked you up.

"Hey! I said no!" you yelled as your brother began to carry you to the stage.

"What's that? You wanna get closer? Okay," said your brother. You kicked and flailed to get out of his grasp.

"(B/n), put me down!" you yelled.

"You hear that, guys? I think (Y/n) wants to give Fredbear a biiiiiiggg kiss!" your brother teased.

"No! Put me down!" you yelled again. (B/n)'s friends helped him hoist you up to Fredbear, who's jaw was wide open, just as your head was placed into it. Within only mere seconds, a crunching feeling reverberated through your entire skull. Your eyes flooded with red as you rapidly lost consciousness. Your brother and his friends let go of you, then screams of parents and children filled the air as your limp body was stuck, dangling from the large bear's mouth. Blood ran down your arms, dripping from your fingertips. Fredbear's jaw moved, causing more squishing and crunching sounds before releasing you. Your body dropped to the floor with a thud. (B/n) knelt down to you.

"(Y-Y/n)?" he asked. No response.

"(Y/n)!" he yelled. Still no response.

"Come on, shithead this isn't funny. You can get up now. You got me! You win, okay? Get up!" (B/n) panicked, shaking you, only to have some of your blood on his hands. He stepped away, his hand shaking.

"Shit..." he murmured.

"Oh shit, what the fuck, (B/n)?" one of your brother's friends asked in a panic.

"I-it was just a joke...I didn't mean for this to...shit we're gonna get arrested!" (B/n) panicked.

"No shit, Sherlock! We need to get the fuck out of here!" one of his friends said before running off.

"Wait, guys don't leave! Hey!" your brother yelled as his friends ran off. He tried to run after them until your father grabbed his wrist.

"(B/n), what the hell did you do?" you father asked angrily.

"I-I don't know! It was just a prank!" (B/n) yelled.  Your father quickly rushed over to you.

"(Y/n)? (Y/n), can you hear me?" he asked, gently patting your face to try to wake you. He felt for your pulse, which was quickly fleeting from the substantial amount of blood loss.

"Shit!" he whispered. He quickly got on the phone. Paramedics quickly arrived, picking up your unconscious body and carting it out the door. Cops showed up as well to question your father and your brother. Your father explained what happened, while (B/n) stayed quiet. He was scared shitless after a cop walked over to him, beginning to cuff him.

"(B/n), what made you think it was a good idea to do this?" your father hissed.

"It was just a prank, Dad...I didn't mean to hurt (Y/n)," (B/n) said.

"Because of you, (Y/n) could die. Now, you're going to face the consequences of what you've done," your father said angrily. He looked at the cop.

"Get him out of my sight," he said. (B/n) began to freak out as the cop pulled him up by his arm and took him outside.

**After a couple hours, the Diner was empty. Your father had decided to have your brother and his friends put in jail to teach them a lesson. (B/n) sat in his cell. He couldn't help but look down at the floor.

"What have I done..." he murmured to himself.

Meanwhile, your father was in the hospital, looking down at your unconscious form lying in the hospital bed. He had a hold of your small, cold hand. Tears pricked his eyes. Your head had been wrapped up, and some of the bandaging had some of your blood seeping through it.

"(Y/n)...I know I haven't been the best father...and I am so sorry for that...I'm...so sorry I couldn't protect you," he said, his voice breaking. He sniffled a bit, his eyes watering. He took a shaky breath and sighed heavily. He gently tucked the Fredbear plush he had given you earlier that day into your arms. He looked down at the plush.

"It's not your fault, Fredbear. It's (B/n)'s. What he did is unforgivable..." he said, anger still burning in his eyes. He sighed once more.

"Keep my (Y/n) safe for me, will you?" he asked the plush, not expecting any answer. After a moment of silence, your father left.

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