robot bear discovers love|| Funtime freddy x reader

His ass does NOT have medical expertise!! || Chapter 10

Funtime Freddy hummed merrily as he carried you to- you can't remember anymore. You can barely even remember him picking you up. What day is it? What year is it?

You're currently a bit woozy from the blood loss, seeing as Ennard had tore your arm up. Why's Ennard so violent anyways? Who is Ennard?

Your brain hurts. And Freddy's humming doesn't do much to help either. Why is he humming right now? He just brawled with Ennard. He should be serious, though right now he's anything but. Maybe that's just him being his loony old self.

You weave in and out on consciousness, fairly dizzy and nauseated from the blood loss. But before you know it, the two of you are in the nurse's office! It's not actually a nurse's office. It's more of an empty closet housing a table with three unopened first aid kit on it. One of the first aid kits has Hello Kitty on it though! So fun!

Freddy sets you down on the table and carefully opens one of the first aid kits (not the one with Hello Kitty on it unfortunately), beginning to carefully tend to your wound. Being a six foot tall animatronic bear, he has to be extra careful while handling you. Your arm is small to him, and he doesn't want to break it on accident. He tries his hardest to clean it while also being aware that it may hurt you, though at the time you're knocked out cold.

He grabs the small packet of bacitracin gel from the first aid kit, figuring it would be too difficult to apply it directly to your wounds. So instead, he musters up all his three active braincells to think of a solution. He takes the roll of bandages, applying the bacitracin to the bandages instead of directly to your wounds.

Freddy takes great care in wrapping your wounds, mumbling to himself about how his little friend can't have any dirt or dust in their ouchies. He uses strange vernacular, like Elmo or something.

Once he's done, he shuts the first aid kit and stares at the now nicely wrapped wound of yours. He stands there for a while, not knowing what to do. He plants a little kiss on your forearm where the wound is, having seen mothers do such to their children's minor injuries when the establishment was still open.

He doesn't really know what to do. He just stands there for a few seconds, looking around. He sees an old fire blanket in the corner of the room, and he immediately grabs it. He dusts it off and carefully lays the blanket over you so you can rest well.

After that, he sits on the floor in front of the table, not knowing what else to do. Should he wake you up? No, you need this rest. He sits there and looks around for something to do, or anything that might happen.

After a while, he figures that protecting you should take top priority. So that's what he does. He keeps a vigilant eye out for anything that might happen.

After a while, Ballora and Bon-Bon pass by. They peek into the room, which makes Freddy smile happily. He's excited to see Bon-Bon! Not so much Ballora, but yay Bon-Bon!

"Hey little buddy!" Freddy says happily, hugging Bon-Bon. Though he makes sure to keep his voice down as to not wake you.

"FREDDY!!! I MISSED YOU!" Bon-Bon says loudly, which elicits Freddy to shush him and point to you. "(Y/N) is sleeping! Don't be loud, you'll wake them up!"  

Much to Freddy's dismay, Ballora begins to examine you, noticing the carefully wrapped injury on your arm. "And this is from..?" Ballora asks in her usual soft and calm tone, now curious about the circumstances of which this injury was made.

Freddy sighs and rolls his eyes, irritated by Ballora's presence. Does he have a reason to beef with Ballora? Yes. Is it a good one? No. He only dislikes her because he knows you're fond of her. And because he keeps tripping over her minireenas.

"Ennard did this." Freddy admits, his voice quiet. Bon-Bon and Ballora didn't even know he was capable of being quiet.

Freddy looks back to you, the back to Bon-Bon. "Of course he didn't get away scot-free, but I'm sure (Y/N) is going to have a tough time recovering." Freddy says with a sigh.

Bon-Bon looks between Freddy and Ballora, then back at you as you sleep peacefully. "Why is Ennard like... that?" Bon-Bon asks, to which Ballora kneels down to explain to him.

"Ennard isn't like the rest of us." Ballora begins, pausing briefly in search of the right words. "Ennard wasn't created for entertainment like we were lead to believe. He was never a mascot, he was made by Mr. Afton because we weren't fulfilling our original purpose well enough."

Both Bon-Bon and Freddy look at her, both having the same question in mind. They seem to not even have to say anything in order for her to answer.

"We were made to murder children in order to harvest remnant." Ballora continues, having a difficult time saying it. She still has not come to terms with what they were created for, or with what she has done. "We weren't successful. So Ennard was made from spare parts to fulfill that purpose for Mr. Afton. Ennard was a mascot for a while, yet he was never a part of the brand. He was only there for harvesting remnant from those he's killed." She finishes.

Both Freddy and Bon-Bon just kind of sit there and stare at her, in some sense of bafflement that she knows more than they do. But now, they know a little more about themselves, this establishment, and Mr. Afton.

They rarely ever hear of Mr. Afton. All they know is what Mike has told them, with him being Mr. Afton's son and all. Did Mike tell her this? Or did she find this out on her own?

Either way, they now know a little more, that much more added into their mostly empty libraries of knowledge.

Ballora, with her vast and overflowing library of knowledge, decides to take a look at the bandages that Freddy and wrapped your arm with. She looks to Freddy, then back to your arm.

Freddy grows a bit anxious under her silent stare. "Did... I do good?" He asks, looking up at her hopefully.

Ballora sighs, knowing if she says no he'll most likely be very sad about it. "Yes, but these bandages are full of dust. (Y/N)'s wounds are sure to gain an infection." She lies, unwrapping the horribly done bandages and taking a different roll out of a different first aid box, redoing the bandaging on your arm.

Her hands are much more nimble, for she has slimmer fingers than Freddy's sausage shaped fingers. Soon enough, she has the bandages replaced and neatly wrapped around your wound in a way that's actually effective.

A/N: HELLO AGAIN i know it's been like two years and i APOLOGIZE VERY SINCERELY but school has been whooping my butt. taking AP classes is both very stressful and very rewarding at the same time. I don't think the next chapter will come super soon, but I don't know. I'm pooped. In the meantime, you guys take care of yourselves. Drink water, eat healthy, don't do drugs, stay in school.