Lust for Blood: A Nightmare Fredbear x Reader Story

Boops

Another week had passed, and Freddy and Fredbear kept watchful eyes on you, ensuring you remained within your room. William would check on you every time he'd bring you food and medicine, neither of which you wanted to ingest, but Freddy and Fredbear kept on you about it. Tw. Freddy visited you a couple times, checking in on you, though, every time he would, Fredbear seemed unnerved by something, then after the twisted bear would leave, it seemed as if Fredbear would become less tense. Fredbear had even gone out of his way to drape a sheet over Nightmare's case, telling you it didn't feel right for Nightmare to be watching you all the time. Then, every night, late at night, you kept hearing the soft music, as if it was calling out to you. Though, every time you had attempted to sneak out, the others would always catch you and take you back to bed. There were a few times, you had caught William digging frantically in the dirt in the backyard. You wanted to ask him why, but due to the others seeing you, they'd still take you back to your room. At that point, you were frustrated, and you had enough.

It wasn't until one night, that you would get some answers. You would make sure of that. Everything had felt off since you had returned home, and you were determined to find out why. So, that evening, you woke up, as usual. Your father had already left your dinner for you on the nightstand. You huffed softly. You never wanted food. Any form of chewing made your head hurt. You glanced down at Freddy and Fredbear, who were both in their plush forms. Freddy always remained on your bed, while Fredbear mostly stayed on your nightstand, watching over you as you slept through the daytime. You got out of bed and went over to the dresser. You reached up, yanking the sheet down off of the glass box that sat on the dresser. The sheet fell to the floor, something else falling with it and making a singular, squeaking sound as it hit the floor. You picked up the sheet, attempting to find the object that was caught within it. You balled up the sheet and tossed it on your bed, hitting Freddy's plush in the process, a couple different squeaks being heard. Though, you were too focused on trying to find the whatever had hit the floor.

"Really, (Y/n)?" Freddy asked. You looked back at your bed, seeing Freddy had shifted to his nightmarish form and was attempting to remove the sheet off from himself.

"Sorry, Freddy," you apologized. Freddy sighed softly.

"Is this what you're looking for?" he asked, holding out a plush. You looked at it. It resembled Tw. Freddy.

"I suppose so?" you asked questionably. Freddy hummed, looking at the plush before handing it to you.

"I don't know how he got here," you said. Then, out of curiosity, you lightly pressed the plush's nose, causing it to squeak. A smile stretched across your face. You looked over at Freddy.

"(Y/n)... what are you doing?" he asked as you got closer to him. You laughed softly as he backed away.

"(Y/n), stop that," he said. Your laughing only continued until you tackled Freddy, managing to press his nose, a different-sounding squeak being heard. You found yourself to be very amused with this. Your eyes then wandered over to Fredbear. You approached his plush, but just before you could touch his nose, he shifted to his hellish form, gently grabbing hold of your wrists.

"No," he spoke.

"Why?" you asked. He didn't answer, but instead, glanced at your plate of food.

"You need to eat," he said.

"I don't want to," you said.

"(Y/n)," he said.

"I'm not hungry," you said.

"I suppose you don't want to get better, then," he said.

"I do," you said.

"Then eat," he said.