FNaF One-Shots

Foxy's Hook

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  The morning was sunny and bright. Large windows filtered sunlight into your room, hitting the floor in spots from the thinnest parts of your curtains. The floor was only slightly cluttered, a few books here and there, a black jacket, and you and your sister's clothes from yesterday. The bookshelves were nearly full, and your desk was much more cluttered than your floor. Angela's desk was neat and organized.

  These were all things that you had noticed when you woke up on Saturday morning as you slid out of bed. You walked over to the mirror and slipped on the clothes you had set out yesterday. This wasn't something you normally did, but you planned your outfit (with a little help from Angela) because you wanted to look good when you went out later. The clothes weren't anything new, they were just some loose blue jeans and a brown cropped hoodie, but they looked good together. It never hurts to show a little skin.

  You hear a knock on the door, snapping you out of your thinking and pulling you to the bedroom door. You pull in a breath, slap a smile on your face, and jerk the door open.

  "Goodmorning Patrick. How ist thou's fine day so far?" You ask dramatically, bowing to your younger brother.

  He lets out a chuckle and replies, "My morning hast been amazing, fine Y/n. Our siblings require attention, especially thou's littlests."

  "Dearest Patrick, littlests is not a word, though your point is taken. Shall we head upstairs?" Your smile turns to a real one as Patrick nods and scampers upstairs. You follow him at a quick pace, stamping your bare feet up the stairs. The stairs open up into a hallway with four doors. The first one leads to your parent's bedroom, the second to your two youngest siblings, the third to your two middle siblings, and the fourth is a simple bathroom.

  "Okay Patrick, you handle Alex and I'll handle Emily. Okay?" He nods and pushes the door open. Michael is sitting in his crib,, flipping through a picture book. He looks up at us and smiles a- mostly- toothless grin. Emily is playing with one of her dolls, doing some . .. strange . .. things to it. It has yarn around its neck and it hanging from one of the bed knobs. How lovely.

  "Y/n, Y/n! Do you wanna play kidnap with me?" You stretch a smile on your face for the sake of Emily's smile, not wanting it to fade from seeing how disturbed you felt.

  "Um. How about no, I need to get everyone awake and get everyone breakfast." Your answer doesn't seem to bother Emily as she starts humming a slow, quiet tune. It's a bit creepy considering how she's playing, but it doesn't bother you much.

  "Okay Y/n, I've got Michael. You grab Emily, I'm gonna feed our youngest brother." Patrick picks up Michael while he babbles some incoherent words and takes him down the stairs as you call after him, "He can walk down the stairs y'know!"

  You turn to Emily, saying "You heard the man. Put down your toys and go to the kitchen, I'll make you breakfast." She nods and stands up, dropping her other doll and running out of the room. You move her doll against the wall so it's not in the walking path and leave the room, knocking on the door of the middle children's room.

  As soon as you hear Henry say, "Come in!", you run in the room and tackle him, hitting the ground with an "oomph!" and a thud. You straddle his left leg and tickle his sides, smiling maniacally as he wheezes and laughs. His face turns red as you laugh and he begs, "Mercy, mercy!"

  You slide off of his leg and sit on the floor, watching him gasp for air. He rolls onto his side and throws a weak punch into your thigh, frowning as you laugh at him.

  "That was mean and unfair," he pauses to think, "and just cruel!"

  "Oh, get over it," you reply. "I'll get you breakfast, but you need to come downstairs." He perks up at the word breakfast, his stomach letting out a rumble. 

  "Can you make me scrambled eggs?" You tap your finger against your chin, pretending to think about it before eventually saying, "Oh, I suppose."

  Henry stands up and starts running down the stairs, and a moment later, you hear the clink of pots and pans, signaling that he's getting you a pan to cook his eggs in. You stand up and stomp down the stairs after him, hearing a squeal when you reach the bottom.

  "Patrick, go wake up Angela. I'm gonna start breakfast and get everyone to where they need to be." Your family was full of extroverts, except for you and Patrick, so everyone had somewhere to be soon. Except for Patrick, but you were thinking of dragging him along anyway.

~ Time Skip ~ Y/n's Pov ~ 10:16 AM ~ Mar 12, 1984

  You had made everyone breakfast and driven everyone to their destinations. Now it was just you and Patrick, and you were on your way to meet some of your friends at a local diner for Ashley's birthday.

  "Why are you dragging me with you again?" Patrick asks, confusion evident in his voice.

  "Because you never go out and you're friends with one of my friends anyway. It won't hurt anything," you explain, seeing him staring out the window. You pull your eyes back to the road and make a left turn, pulling into the diner. You can see that your best friend's truck is already there, and so is his girlfriend's. You peer into the windows of the restaurant as you park, seeing a few others from the group as well. Luckily, Susan was able to show up. Susan is the friend that is also friends with Patrick, who is three years younger than you and four years younger than Susan. Despite the age gap, the two are even closer than you are with him.

  You open your truck door, stepping out and pushing it shut as you watch Patrick get out. He groans, saying "Ugh, are you kidding me? Look, I love Sue, but there's so many people here that I don't know! Can't I just hang out with Sue at her house or something? I'm pretty sure her mom loves me more than our mom."

  You grin, replying "Oh, but Patrick, then you won't get to see Bonnie, or Chica, or Foxy, or Freddy!" He frowns, begrudgingly following you through the door of the diner.

  You walk over to your friends' table to see Ashley, Susan, Randy, Scott, Julie, and Wendy sitting at a table closest to the corner. Cheers are heard upon your arrival as you sit down, scooting closer to Julie to make room for Patrick. Susan discreetly passes him a folded paper under the table, and you are the only one to notice.

  The evening ensues with many shenanigans. The eight of you get stared at as your laughter gets louder and louder and you begin walking around the place to see the animatronics. Everyone's focus is on Ashley. You smile and roll your eyes as you know she loves it, but still tries to be humble. Patrick and Susan stick close together, whispering amongst themselves as you try to hide your smile.

  You all gather in front of the stage as the animatronics sing and dance. At the end of one, Randy pulls Ashley in for a kiss. She wraps his arms around his neck and pulls away, smiling. Everyone claps, except for you. You press your lips together as your eyes begin stinging. Randy, kissing Ashley. Of all people.

  You slip away and hide in the bathroom, regaining your composure. Your hands clasp the edges of the sink, leaning forward and staring into the mirror. You force a smile on your face, then frown at how real it seems. When had you gotten so good at this?

  You plaster it back on and exit the bathroom, walking down the hall when you see a glint in the corner of your eye. You stop short, backing up slowly and turning towards it. At the end of the hall is Foxy's hook.

~A/n~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

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I'm out of burnout, and writer's block. I am shimply depressed. Been to therapy twice now, I have hope.

Tell them you love them. You never know when you'll lose them.