𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒.

002 ; ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ

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"𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐄𝐒, 𝐈 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐃 you had one already," Freddy sympathetically told the two, bringing Gregory to groan, and Y/n to sigh.

"Bold assumption," She murmured.

"Well....you should be able to find one at a convenience counter!"

"What if I just stayed here, and you go and fi—"

"You dragged me into that vent, kid, I'm dragging you with me to this convenience counter."

Upon their arrival to the convenience counter, after loads of detours and distractions, Y/n got close enough to grab it from the Freddy cutout.

After grabbing it, her and Gregory made their way back to Freddy, legs already giving out. "I'm tired," Y/n said, "too bad you can't carry me."

"Eh, you never know, I might build some muscles and get totally jacked when you least expect it."

Y/n chortled, "Dream on, Gregory."

As they got back to Freddy, Y/n opened the door with the newly found Photo Pass, to reveal a smiling and proud Freddy.

"Way to go, superstars! I knew you could do it!" He praised, a smile making its way back to Y/n's face. "I know how to get you out of here, climb back into my chest cavity."

Gregory happily climbed in—leaving Y/n with her jaw dropped—"Wh—hey! What about me?"

Gregory laughed loudly at the girl, not noticing Freddy's now panicked expression. "Oh, dear, I didn't think about that. Y/n, you are going to have to just follow me."

"Oh, great,"

"Sucks to be you!"

"Gregory—!"

Y/n attempted to lunge at the boy, only for him to shut the chest cavity completely, laughs and giggles being heard directly from inside, though.

"I'm deeply sorry, Y/n."

"Its alright, Freddy," She smiled, "I don't mind walking."

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After what felt like nearly hours of walking, (which was literally like ten minutes) they were approaching their destination—most of those ten minutes consisted of Freddy trying to stop Y/n from absolutely destroying Gregory.

Suddenly, though, Freddy stopped walking. "I feel you are broken." He spoke, most likely to Gregory.

"Don't worry about it, I'm fine." Gregory replied.

Y/n was honestly just glad for the breather.

"No, I feel that something is wrong. I am taking you to the first aid station."

"Oh, shit, wait—Freddy!"

By then, Freddy was already sprinting towards the first aid station—with a confused Gregory trying to get him to stop, and Y/n panting heavily as she tried to keep up.

"H-Hold on!"

"There's no time—!" Gregory told him, "I'm fine!"

Upon their arrival to the first aid station, Freddy instructed them to enter the station—which was a little booth, with a red curtain. Y/n happily complied, needing to take a breath.

"What the heck?" Gregory said, "maybe it's another malfunction."

Y/n just gave him a thumbs up, not being able to say anything further with actual words. Gregory was peaking from the corner of the curtain, and Y/n from the other.