The married life! | Glamrock Freddy x Male Reader

Flea market

(I honestly never knew this plushie had toe beans...)

F/O/M = Favorite Old Media!

(I.e: an old show, movie, song...)

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It was currently daytime, and you were sitting on the bed with Freddy

"Superstar..." His head pops out from a pile of plushies of himself

"Hmm?" You look at him

"Don't you feel... A little crowded?"

"Ummm..."

You look around to see that there's a bunch of plushies scattered both on the floor and the bed

"I suppose so." You shrug

"Don't you think we should do something about this...?"

"What? You want me to get rid of them??"

"If that's not a problem..."

"*Sigh* I had a feeling you were going to ask me to... Alright, there should be a Flea Market somewhere nearby today..."

"Do you want me to go with you?"

"If you want to. I can't guarantee it'll be fun or anything..."

"That's okay. I just want to spend today with you..." He smiles

"Then help me pack up all of these plushies and we'll head right out!"

"Okay!"

You dig him out of the pile and get up to start putting the plushies inside a few boxes

"That should be all of them!"

"Are you ready to go then?"

"Mhm!"

"I'll help you carry."

"Thank you!"

You both grab the boxes and walk out of the Pizzaplex with them, putting them in the trunk of your car

"Oh yeah, think you can go grab me a fold-up table, a cloth for the table, and a few pieces of paper with some markers?"

"I'll be back in a second, my love." He runs off to go retrieve the requested things

After a few minutes of waiting, he comes back along with Chica

"Here you go..." He fits the table into the trunk

"And here you are!" Chica hands you the paper, cloth, and markers"

"Thanks Freddy, thanks Chica!"

"Of course! I gotta be at a birthday party, but have luck in selling those plushies!"

Before she leaves, she leans into your ear

"And I'll help you restock on them later." She winks before heading back into the Pizzaplex

"Okay, hop in and let's go to the Flea Market!" You cock your head over to the back row of seats

"May I sit up front with you?"

"Hmm, think you can handle it?"

"Mhm!" He nods frantically

"Alrighty then... I'll trust you!"

He happily gets in next to the driver's seat and puts on his seatbelt, his tail brushing against the back of his seat as it wags a little

"Ready?" You hop into the car as well and put yours on