FNAF One Shots - REQUESTS TEMPORARILY CLOSED

🥀🖤 Alleyway Encore (Ennard x Reader)

Summary: You are living off your guitar, playing music in the streets near the old construction site for Circus Baby's Pizza World. It had almost been a real thing, once upon a time-- but something happened a long time ago, and the project was canceled. At least, that was what you heard. Every night, you tried to imagine what it would have been like inside, but your fantasies are often overshadowed by memories you'd long since left behind. All you have left of that past is a haunting tune calling out to you, that you echo with your guitar. Even with the love and hope you pour into them, your tunes are left vacant and lonely without a voice to guide them along-- until one night, a haunting chorus calls out from the alley in response.

Requested by @Abigail79467 on Quotev  :)

A/n: I REWROTE THIS CHAPTER BECAUSE Y'ALL DESERVE SO MUCH BETTER 😭✋ PLEASE FORGIVE MEEEEE

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Your converse scraped against the rugged asphalt, the crumbling roads of your city dragging against your rubber soles. The clacking of rocks and rubble skipping ahead of each step you took set a nice tune, in harmony with the steady beat of the forming rain. You bobbed your head along to the imaginary symphony you were already conducting in your head. You had everything you needed-- there was just something missing.

You tapped your fingers against your jeans, ignoring the damp splotches where raindrops had met the fabric. With your free hand, you pulled aside a tarp hanging protectively over the small 'cave' you'd set up for yourself. You were pretty proud of yourself for setting this up before you left for work this morning. The forecast had warned of rain, and while it hadn't seemed all that convincing this morning, the dark, shadowy clouds above you now were more than persuasive. Thunder rolled like deep drums awaiting your command, building up the tension to the melody you had planned for tonight.

Pulling the faded blue barrel from its hiding spot, you began setting up your attraction.

Yours wasn't much-- you had set up shop under this overhang for a little over a month now. You didn't live here, of course-- you had a pleasant little apartment on the other side of the city and a nice job that payed the rent-- but somehow, that wasn't enough for you. There was something missing. There was always something missing.

Hope.

Hope was missing from this sorry city, somehow so full of life, yet so empty all the same. People smiled and children laughed, but you, like everyone else, were just trying to get by, ignoring that hollow feeling. Things were changing all around you, only rarely for the better. You didn't remember when it became like this-- long ago, this city was bustling with people and attractions all around! This city was so full of promise! Then one day, everything must have gone downhill. Since then, it seemed the sky was seldom blue, preferring its monotonous scheme, painting this once-lively city in dying greys. Little by little, attractions were shut down, and people moved on. There were still those stubborn few of you, only a fraction of the population that remained, just scraping by, all in search of that one thing that still held this world together despite it all. 

Hope.

That was what you wanted to spark in people through your music. Music had always been your passion-- a dream ignited long ago that you took with you everywhere you went. Every little sound became a symphony, everything you touched, an instrument. Music was the one thing you had to display your soul for all to see, praying that your love for this decrepit city would encourage the lost souls that remained here.

There was only ever one tune your soul could sing. You would often cover it, adding the feelings you hoped to share through stories only your guitar could tell-- but the tune was still there, tucked into the background. You remembered the first time you ever heard it.