Lust for Blood: A Nightmare Fredbear x Reader Story

Whispers, Apologies and Introductions (Night Seven)

Your father sat on the couch, his hands pressed to his face and his elbows propped onto his knees. The entire house was dark. The T.V. flickered, nothing but static filling the screen. A glass of dark, honey-colored liquor rested on the side table, which stood next to the couch. 

"William," a deep, low whisper sounded. Your father looked around, seeing no one in sight. The whisper sounded again. He shook his head and buried his face back into his hands.

"William," the voice said, closer to his ear. Your father groaned.

"I can bring her back," the voice said.

"What do you want?" William asked with a groan.

"I can wake her, William," said the voice. Your father looked around again.

"I must be going crazy," he said.

"You're not going crazy. You are hearing me. I can wake her. I can bring back your little girl," said the voice.

"You're not real," William said.

"Oh, but I am. Very much so. All you have to do is take me to her, and you'll be able to have her home sooner than you think," replied the voice. Your father remained silent.

"Wouldn't you like that, William? Wouldn't you want to have your sweet, little girl back home?" the voice asked. William sighed.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"There's no need to worry about that. All you must concern for is getting me to your daughter," the voice said.

"Okay...fuck this," William said. He went off to his room, shutting the door behind him. He took a shower and went off to bed. In his mind, he just had a bit too much to drink and just needed some sleep. A growl was heard from the shadows, the owner of such a growl being annoyed that he couldn't convince your father to bring him to you. He knew he had to find another way to get to you.

**Meanwhile, you woke up to hushed voices speaking to one another. Your body shifted before you woke up, opening your eyes.

"Ah!" you yelled, seeing a bit of an audience in your room.

"Were you guys watching me sleep?" you asked.

"Not us. But Fredbear was," Bonnie said. Fredbear shot a glare at him, causing the bunny's ears to tuck back.

"You guys are creepy," you said.

"That's the point," Freddy said. Your eyes looked amongst them. You saw the yellow chicken and the red fox, along with a few others.

"Who are they?" you asked. You felt someone touch your injured arm, to which, you pulled away. You looked at the one you had pulled your arm away from. It looked like Bonnie, but orange, yellow, and glowing.

"Sorry," the thing said in a hushed, male whisper.

"There is no need to be frightened, (Y/n). These are the others. Because of last night, Freddy and I felt it was best to have everyone more familiar with you," Fredbear said.

"Ah..." you said, rubbing your hurt arm.

"I'm terribly sorry for that. I thought you were prey," the glowing, orange bunny said.

"I be sorry fer scarin' ye, Lass," said the red fox.

"We're sorry too," said the yellow chicken, speaking for herself and her cupcake. Fredbear looked at you, noticing you were tense. He had guessed the reason behind it was all the nightmares in the room at once was making you a bit nervous.