Lust for Blood: A Nightmare Fredbear x Reader Story

Goodbye, Old Friend

The shovel was thrust into the drenched dirt as William dug deep into the ground. Rain poured over him, stinging as it wailed down on him with harsh force, even through his thin, button-up shirt. He growled and panted as he continued to dig further and further down, until he looked at the glass box containing Nightmare's plush. William tossed the shovel aside and grabbed hold of the box, which slipped out of his hand, the corner slicing open the palm of his hand. William snarled with pain, grasping at his palm. He bared his teeth, and picked up the box once more, his bloodied palm making direct contact with the box as he held it to his eye-level.

"I'm going to make sure you don't come back. I won't let my daughter find you. Even if she did try to dig in this spot, she'll give up before she'll find you! You think being around my daughter is going to make her realize the truth? Not if I can do something about it! And now that you're contained, I don't have to worry about you anymore! Since I can't open this box, that means you can't get out! Enjoy spending eternity underground, old friend!" William growled. He threw the box down into the dirt. More of his blood dripped down onto the box. William quickly began to shovel the dirt back into the hole he dug. He began to laugh as he buried Nightmare, covering the glass casing more and more with dirt until all the dirt was put back in place. William stomped on the dirt and patted it down with the shovel, insuring the dirt was packed down. William dropped to his knees, grasping his hair and laughing hysterically, feeling great relief that one of his largest threats was several feet underground. William panted softly, gaining his ground. He picked up the shovel, dragging it behind him as he walked back toward the house. He set the dirtied shovel in the garage, then entered the house. He sighed, walking himself to the dark kitchen. He poured himself a drink and sat down at the table. Lightning flashed through the windows. William chuckled quietly, taking a sip of his drink. He leaned back in his chair, exhaling quietly. He grabbed the box of cigarettes that sat on the table, then pulled a lighter out of his breast pocket. He placed a cigarette in his mouth, beginning to flick his finger against the lighter. It only sparked a bit, but not enough to catch flame. He tried again, having the same result.

"Fuck..." he mumbled, trying again, and again. Having been irritated, he threw the lighter against the wall.

"Piece of shit," he muttered. He got up, then began to rummage through a nearby drawer. He grumbled quietly, eventually finding another lighter. He hummed, shutting the drawer and going back to the table to sit down. He propped his feet up on the chair that sat next to him. He set the lighter down after successfully lighting his cigarette. He took a hefty draw, holding in the breath of smoke for a moment before puffing it out. He sighed quietly.

After a little while, he finished his cigarette and his drink, deciding to shower. He trudged into the bathroom in his drenched socks, which made a squelching sound as he walked. He turned on the shower, then removed his shirt. He took a glance at himself in the mirror, seeing his sunken-in features and dark, blood-shot eyes. He touched his face, feeling along his cheeks. He peered at his eyes, seeing they had become a dull, grey color. He hummed quietly. He placed his fingers under his eyes, pulling down on the skin, which revealed angry, red veins below the surface of his lower eyelids. After of few moments of staring at his rugged appearance, he had soon after stepped into the shower, letting the warm water run down his body. He delved into his newfound freedom that he felt. He knew without Nightmare around to give the orders, none of the others could hurt him. Even his Twisted creations were useless in trying to harm him. And what had made it all that much sweeter, was that you were entirely clueless. Maybe then could William return to living a somewhat normal life. He smiled to himself, then began to hum a tune, one he hadn't heard in years, yet he still remembered its very melody.

After a few minutes, he stepped out of the shower, dried off, performed the rest of his nightly routine, then headed off to bed. He sank down into the mattress, exhaling deeply. He no longer felt worry for his daughter. Even if thoughts of his son approached his mind, he brushed them aside. (B/n) wasn't of too much importance at the moment. William had gotten rid of the largest threat in his life. That was the only thought that crossed his mind, nothing more.

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