No Pulse (A CTW Funtime Freddy x Fem Reader story)

Unpredictable

AN: It's been two months since my last chapter was published, I'm sorry but thank you all so much for reading my story, I hope my updates will start being more frequent. I hope you all had a great New Year's.

Lydia was going on trial for murder?! There has to be some mistake! Lydia was the fighting type but the title of "murderer," didn't suit her. She'd been charged with small things like speeding and assault but her tickets were paid and she'd been proven innocent! This cannot be right. There's got to be something missing.

You noticed that Freddy seemed to be deep in thought and began to tune out the sounds of your parents attempting to console you. What could he be thinking so hard about, you wondered. What should you do now? You have no idea where Lydia is, and even if you did, could you even see her? You've never had to deal with anything like this.

You sat there, staring off at nothing, you didn't realize you'd dropped your phone till you could no longer hear the sounds of your parents pleading for you to say something. Freddy had hung up, "What are you doing?!" You yelled at him before trying to grab your phone, "Give it back!" Freddy stood up and held the phone far out of your reach, "Freddy what the fuck are you doing?!"

You watched as he stepped back from you, "Cupcake please calm down! Lydia's fine!" You surged with rage as you grabbed your pillow and threw it at his face, "How would you know?!" You saw the worry in his eyes as he started to backpedal, "Well I don't know but I'm sure she is!" You grabbed another pillow and swung at him, "Well being sure isn't good enough!" You screamed.

Freddy tried backing up but you kept beating him with your pillow and eventually, he resorted to trying to use his free hand to hold you away. You listened to your phone ring as your parents tried to call you back, to Freddy begging you to calm down, to your angry and worried thoughts. "Give me my damn phone right now!" You shoved yourself into Freddy, putting all your weight into it.

You heard a slight thud as your phone hit the floor before feeling Freddy's metallic hands grip each of your shoulders. You looked up to find his blue eyes seething with red. The door to his chest cavity swung open and he forced you inside while you kicked and screamed. The door shut behind you and you were flooded in darkness.

You watched as Freddy's sinister eyes rolled back to see you, "Now Cupcake, we're going to play the quiet game. If you can't manage that, you'll suffer some dire consequences." He announced with a sickeningly cheerful tone of voice. His eyes rolled forward and you were again surrounded by darkness. 

       Freddy's POV:

I stood with my back to the wall planning out what to do next. Y/N is angry, her parents are worried, and Lydia is awaiting her trial. If her parents are seriously worried, would they come back early? Would Y/N tell them what I did? Would she get rid of me...

I bawled up my fists and walked towards Y/N's bed before grabbing her bag and dumping its contents onto the bed. I went downstairs, to the kitchen, and started shoveling nonperishable food into it. My hands shook as the bag neared capacity, not from the weight but from the fear that I could be wrong.

I want to run away with Y/N, I want her to be mine without fear of someone taking her away from me. What if it makes her hate me more? Taking her away from the people she loves isn't right and taking her away from society wasn't better at all but what other choices do I have? I stuffed some bottles of water into the bag and zipped it shut.

I went back to Y/N's dim room and opened my belly, "The game's over Cupcake..." I told her before watching her slowly climb out, watching my every move. She stood with shakey legs and a quivering lip. I gave the phone back to her, "You can call your parents back..." I mentioned before sinking into a corner of her room, trying to give her space.

Y/N's POV:

As Freddy sat down, your heartbeat's pace lessened. You answered the phone and your parents sounded more frantic than before, you could hardly understand what they said since their words overlapped. You listened as well as you could while wiping freshly shed tears from your face. Your voice trembled as you consoled your parents, convincing them you would be fine till they came back, convincing them you were happy, convincing them you were safe, all of which you were unsure if you could believe the words you spoke.

As the call ended, you knew they wouldn't be back early, you'd be stuck with Freddy. You slowly sat your phone down next to you, your vision slowly flooding with tears again. You lie face down, crying softly into your pillow. How were you going to manage to stay with Freddy? What if he hurts you?

Freddy sat next to you, his presence made you shiver. "I'm sorry Y/N, I shouldn't have done that." He waited for a response but when he got none, his ears drooped. "Y/N, please..." He begged. You turned to face him, "Why would you do that? Why would you hang up on my parents and take my phone and put me in your chest cavity?" You scolded. 

Freddy looked at you with pleading eyes, "I don't know, I'm sorry Y/N." He said, pressing his face up to yours, "I'm really sorry." He sounded defeated and tired like he'd fought a losing battle. Could you really stay mad at him? He's done a lot for you, hasn't he? You sighed and gently placed a hand on his hand, feeling the soft fur you'd given him.

"It's fine Freddy..." You weren't being completely honest but was trying to argue with him worth it? Probably not. Freddy's gloomy expression softened with a smile as he pressed his face firmly into your cheek, nuzzling you gently. "I won't let it happen again Y/N, I promise."