lost. || m.afton

𝙋𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙐𝙥

As the night descended upon the whimsical world of animatronics, two beloved characters prepared to bid their young audience farewell. The first was a charming yellow bear, adorned with a purple hat and bow, known as Fredbear. His counterpart, a delightful yellow rabbit with a purple bow named Spring Bonnie, stood beside him.

As the clock struck closing time, the animatronics gracefully moved towards their designated spots on the stage. FredBear took center stage, his microphone poised in his paw, ready to serenade the children one last time. With a mischievous glimmer in his eyes, he began to sing, his voice filling the air with a melodic charm that captured the hearts of all who listened. The children clapped and danced, enchanted by the bear's charismatic performance.

Meanwhile, Spring Bonnie, the yellow bunny, positioned himself beside FredBear, strumming his guitar with skillful finesse. The gentle melody that emanated from the strings added a harmonious touch to FredBear's singing, creating a magical duet that resonated throughout the room. Their synchronized performance was a testament to their friendship and shared passion for entertaining.

As the night grew darker and the last notes of their performance faded away, FredBear and Spring Bonnie exchanged a knowing glance, their eyes twinkling with satisfaction. They had brought joy and laughter to countless children, their music serving as a source of comfort and happiness. With a final bow, they bid their adieu, knowing that they had fulfilled their purpose for the day.

As the lights dimmed and the curtains closed, the animatronics retreated to their resting places, ready to recharge and prepare for another day of enchantment. The yellow bear with a purple hat and bow, and the yellow rabbit with a purple bow, had once again left an indelible mark on the hearts of those who had witnessed their performance. Their dedication to their craft, their friendship, and their ability to bring smiles to the faces of children made them cherished icons in the animatronic world.

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FredBear's Family Diner was dimly lit, casting long shadows across the empty tables and chairs scattered around the room. The jukebox played a soft, nostalgic tune in the background, filling the air with a sense of melancholy. Y/n, alone in the diner, diligently packed up after the lively party that had just ended. She stacked chairs, wiped down tables, and collected empty glasses, the clinking of glass against glass echoing through the empty space.

The animatronics, normally the life of the party, were turned off for the night, their mechanical eyes hidden behind the curtains.

Y/n sighed to herself, feeling a mixture of exhaustion and contentment. "What a night," she murmured, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

As Y/n finished clearing the last table, a subtle sound caught her attention, like a whisper in the wind. She paused in her tracks, her head tilting slightly as she tried to locate the source of the sound. Her gaze settled on the hallway, its dim lights casting an eerie glow. Curiosity piqued, she furrowed her brow and slowly made her way towards it.

With each step, her heart pounded in her chest, the anticipation of the unknown filling her with a sense of risk. The sound grew slightly louder, beckoning her further down the deserted hallway. The echo of her footsteps seemed to grow louder, matching the rhythm of her racing heart.

Reaching the end of the hallway, Y/n found herself standing in front of the only unlocked door - the entrance to the kitchen. She hesitated for a moment, her hand hovering over the doorknob. The creaking of her shoes seemed to harmonize with the silence of the empty diner, amplifying her sense of unease.

"It's probably just Mr. Afton," she whispered to herself, trying to ease her racing thoughts.

She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she turned the doorknob and pushed the doors open.