Lust for Blood: A Nightmare Fredbear x Reader Story

Searching for (B/n)

William sped home, desperate to find his son. As soon as he got home, he was quick to run to the backyard. His eyes scanned the area until they landed on a pile of freshly disturbed dirt.

"No..." he whispered. He ran to that spot and collapsed to his knees, frantically and desperately beginning to dig with his hands at the dirt below him. The more he dug, the more his hands hurt and became raw. After a few minutes, he stopped, peering at his fingertips, which were scraped, torn, and bleeding from small rocks in the coarse dirt.

"(B/n)!" he yelled. He had yelled (B/n)'s name a few more times as he continued to dig.

"(B/n)!" he yelled once more. To any other being, he would have looked like a madman, screaming his son's name and clawing at the dirt.

"Fuck!" he yelled. He got up, his clothes already covered with dirt. He ran to a nearby shed, it's wooden structure having been sitting there for several years, rotting away. He hadn't touched the door to the shed very often, as he only seldom needed to enter it. This moment, however, was of dire desperation. He was too quick to yank on the shed's handle, causing the handle to completely detach from the door altogether.

"Shit!" he hissed, tossing the handle at the door. He was quick enough to move as the handle ricocheted off the door and to his direction. Once he had moved, the handle hit the ground with a thud. William felt the crushing weight of both dread and urgency forcing their weight down on him. He used his hands to dig a small hole underneath the shed's wooden door. Blood from his hands mixed with the dirt as he dug. He soon yanked away his hand, hissing as a thick splinter of wood from the door gouged deep between his right index and middle knuckles. Pain quickly circulated around the splinter. He snatched the splinter out and flung it aside, not caring about the discomfort the sudden action brought upon him. He wedged his left hand beneath the thick door, pulling against it and finally managing to get the door open. He scrambled inside, immediately looking around. After a minute, he found what he was looking for: a shovel. He picked it up, quickly running back to the spot he had attempted to dig before his trip to the shed. He was baffled to see the dirt had been replaced, looking as it had before he had ever noticed it. He shook off the lingering questions in his brain and got to work, digging down into the dirt. By the third time he struck the shovel into the dirt, the shovel snapped, it's metal head stuck in the dirt while he held the wooden shaft that once held it. An angry bout of rage escaped his lungs and through his windpipe. A few crows had flown off from nearby trees due to having been startled by the sudden uproar of William's audible fury. With a violent fling of the shovel head's support, William began to dig with only the important part. The part that would get the job done. The only part that would play a role in helping him retrieve his endangered son...

After around five minutes of consistent digging, despite William's determination, he felt as if he hadn't put a dent in the dirt. His breath was labored and heavy.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he screamed, slamming his fists against the ground.

"You won't find him there," a heavily deep and gruff voice stated from behind him. He turned around, seeing the one being he hadn't ever wanted to see at a time such as that moment.

"You. What did you do with my son?" he asked, venom laced in his voice as he glared at the massive, maimed-looking bear that stood before him.

"Even if I were allowed to tell you, I wouldn't. You don't deserve that luxury," the bear replied.

"You don't deserve to still be alive. I got rid of you, and yet here you are, still being the haunting bane of my existence," William growled.

"It is you, who is the bane, William. You created us. You stole the lives of parents who desperately tried to protect their family from you. None of us got to know the fate of our families. All because of you," snarled the bear.

"Release my son. Now!" William yelled.

"I cannot. I will not fail to abide by Nightmare's orders," said the bear.

"You listen to that piece of shit when you're far larger and stronger than he is, huh? I should know. I built all of you. I know you could easily take him down," William said.

"Oh, but you've wronged him the most. You took his wife and child from him. You made it so he couldn't have his child back. You foolishly left his wife's body next to that Puppet. Now her soul is forced for eternity to be bound to that vessel, to be locked up in a box she can't escape from. You've tormented them. You lied to your daughter about Nightmare being 'accidentally' scrapped. You knew what you did and you wanted to be rid of him. None of us deserve to be in these bodies. If anything, you deserve to rot in a suit of your very own," he said. William sat there in the dirt, not knowing whether or not he should attempt to flee. He knew reasoning with the bear wouldn't be an option. The creatures he had plagued with a cursed afterlife, they were all filled with fury and vengeance, whether it be for themselves, or their families.

"I'll bet your daughter hasn't a clue who you really are. It's easy for you to hide behind a face your daughter trusts. One way or another, you will meet your end, and to whomever it may be that will be the one to take your life, they'll be sure to make your death as painful as possible," growled the bear.

"Then why don't you kill me now? It's clear you want to rip my head off. So do it. If I'm going to have all these monsters coming after me, I'll always come back. So go ahead. Do it," William growled.

"Oh, no. You're not getting out of those so easily. You expect to die at this very moment, but I won't be the one to kill you. You're only to remain alive because you're the only living relative left to properly take care of your daughter. And your son, if we are ordered to let him go. Your entire fate is up to Nightmare. He will be the one to give the order to do away with you as he pleases. He instructed us to keep your boy alive. The only thing for you to know is that he is indeed still healthy and alive. For now," he said.

"You son of a bitch!" William yelled, attempting to strike the bear with the shovel head. The bear caught hold of the shove head and flung it side before striking William with one massive, clawed paw. The blow caused William to be flung to a nearby tree, his back slamming against the tree's sturdy body.

"You of everyone should know better than to try and strike down your own creation. You built this body to withstand heavy damage," the Bear said. William leaned forward, coughing up a bit of blood. Before the bear could hit him again, the bear paused, his ear flicking. He looked down at William, who looked up as he heard the same sound, the echoing sound of the house-phone ringing.

"You should get that," the bear said. William wasted no time, quickly getting up to his feet and running towards the house. The giant, brown bear hummed before disappearing down into the dirt, burying himself deep down into the ground.

Meanwhile, William was already in the house and had picked up the phone.

"Hello?" he asked.

"Hello, is this Mr. Afton?" a female voice said from the other end.

"Yes," William confirmed.

"We need you here at the hospital right away," she said.

"I-I'll be there as fast as I can," William said. Before the female on the other end could speak, he set down the phone and quickly made his way back out to his car.

"I'm sorry, (B/n)...but you'll have to wait," William said as he sat in his car. Soon, he was speeding off towards the hospital.

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