His Formidable Return {Glamrock Freddy x Reader}

Chapter 7

It's so dark.

You couldn't see anything—rather, everything was so blurry. A cloud of smoke filled your vision, the mist of grey covering the somewhat warm metallic pipes of the area. Metal overstretched for a platform, the narrow hallway of pipes and steam filled your vision. March forward, and the dim lights of the hall slowly faded into nothingness. The morbid silence followed the darkness of what's onward, the only source of light being the one above you on the high ceiling—this place is so familiar, yet at the same time, it wasn't.

"(Y/N)..."

A familiar voice rang your ears, it was echoing in the hallow path—it was making you shudder, but it was also intriguing you to know where it came from.

You walked forward, step after the other led to hollow clinking of your low heel against the metallic platform, the sound echoing at your wake. The longer you walked, the darker the scene becomes. But still, you kept moving forward. Light being evidently devoid of its presence.

At the far end you could see something—the only hue different from the array of darkness beyond your vision. Two red dots were prominent, they were glowing, staring intently back at you with the same intensity that made you pause.

Why do they look so... familiar?

You were just about to step forward when the two red dots—whom you assumed were eyes, turned and vanished into the darkness, making you abruptly increase your pace from walking to running.

"Hey—wait!" you called out to the mysterious entity who revealed themselves earlier via their red eyes, finding yourself compelled to know just what it was—

But before you could get far, you overlooked the line of pipe on the metallic flooring that crossed to the other wall, making you trip and lose your balance.

You closed your eyes and awaited the inevitable impact. You did, a solid platform met your body as you lost balance, but it wasn't cold metal that met your impact—rather, it was warm.

By the time you opened your eyes, the scenery was different. The lights were bright, and orangey hue met your sight. Your hand grazed around the flooring to feel its warmth—it was the carpeted floor covering the whole room, Glamrock Freddy's greenroom.

You couldn't help but groan from the numbing sensation—you must've fell from Freddy's couch.

How wonderful.

It didn't take long for you to recall that you took the night shift the night before, and due to your fatigue from going around with Vanessa, you were inevitably a victim succumbing to the calm of sleep.

The lights were dimly lit despite the day already starting, the main lights of his greenroom were switched off—and the curtains were securely shut, not an ounce of light from outside could pass through the gaps that once allowed limited visuals. On the floor where you fell on laid the Freddy-themed blanket which he hides somewhere nearby, the carpet was cleaned—as if it was recently broomed or vacuumed. Finally, plush dolls littered the couch, and some were on the floor, following your recent fall.