🔦🩸👾 ── FNAF MOVIE┊❪ ᴍɪᴋᴇ ꜱᴄʜᴍɪᴅᴛ ! ❫
##. ❛ 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 ❜࿔*:･ﾟ
a FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDYS fanfiction.
╭──╯
IN WHICH ━━ a troubled security guard, and
his two childhood best friends begins working
at freddy f...
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❛ YOU DON'T EVER SHUT UP. ❜ ₊˚៹ . ❪ the yellow bunny !❫˖ ₊˚.⋆ ࿐┊ CH. 11┊🩸🔦👾
▅▅▅ ▅▅▅ ▅▅▅ ▅▅▅ ▅▅▅ ** warning : blood, long chapter, angst, and william being a shithead **
Mike swear he saw Bonnie jabbing his arm up sharply in his direction, either alerting him or Freddy, who turned his head straight away to Mike, who hid behind the stage just missing getting caught by the bear.
Freddy's frozen blue eyelids blink slowly staring down at the place Mike was once in, tilting his head to the side sharply again, but soon went back into performing mode on the stage easing his panic for the time being.
Down the hallway where he peeked out from around the stage, his stomach churned even more spotting Chica carrying (Y/N)'s figure through some doors, a trail of blood dripping down from her leading a path.
"(Y/N)...." Mike whispered in fear on her behalf, eyes wide realising she was hurt some how and the amount of blood that was landing on the floor wasn't great either. He needed to get to her now, and fast.
Chica's figure cradled the girl almost delicately in her robot arms, no longer in control of her own actions no matter how hard she fought back, and disappeared through the doors into the back area.
Mike knew he needed to act quick to he turned back around, eyes glued on the yellow bucked of water in front of him, and looked back at the animatronics on the stage as he suddenly had an idea.
Down in the hallway area again the doors that Chica was carrying the girl inside of, ended up closing behind them without anyone moving them, leaving only a bit of light source in the room.
Chica's hand was gently petting the top of (Y/N)'s head to calm her, red eyes no longer soft stared down at her half awake figure murderously, the intent being shown by the machine in front of them that had restraining buckles.
The world around (Y/N) was blurry, a haze settling over her senses as the effects of blood loss took their toll. Each heartbeat felt like a distant drum, the rhythm growing fainter with every passing moment.
Her limbs, once responsive, now hung limp and uncooperative, drained of vitality. The cold tendrils of weakness crept through her body, sapping the strength from her muscles.
"Chica...what are you d-doing?" She barely got out in a weak whisper, trying to flutter open her eyelids to look up at the animatronics, trying to ignore how she knew places on her skin were bleeding badly from the wounds she mysteriously gained.
The chicken ignored the girl trying to lift her hand to tug at the massive hands around her figure, instead just tightening them around her, causing a pained noise to escape the Diaz girl, body going limp a bit again.
