No Pulse (A CTW Funtime Freddy x Fem Reader story)

A Little Tight

Your heart stopped in an instant, your eyes glued to the floor. Circus Baby gripped your shoulders roughly, nearly making you scream.
"It is alright... He has not found us, but I have no doubt he isn't looking. You will need to be quick, quiet..." Baby paused, her eyes flickering upwards. "The safest path will be to take the long way around."

You swallowed hard, not yet daring to lift your gaze, "the safest path to where?" You mumbled. Your heart felt constricted, crushed by the overwhelming anxiety.

"It is a special room." She whispered, "locked with a key I took from him." She stepped back, opening her chest and reaching inside to pull out a small black key. "This will allow you inside."

You nodded, taking the key and turning it over in your hand. No markings, nothing that made it seem special, "how do I get to the room?" Baby took your hand gently, pulling you towards the door. She opened it slowly, checking left to right before opening it all the way.

"Go left, all the way down the hall to storage room 22. Behind a shelf, there is a vent. If I am correct, the grate is loose enough to pull off. You should be able to squeeze inside."

She reached into her chest again, this time pulling out a hand drawn map. "This will explain the rest. Follow it exactly." Baby placed the paper in your hand, making you fist it tightly.

You nodded, "thank you Circus Baby... How can I repay you?" You asked before stuffing the map and key into your back pocket.

She smiled down at you, yet her eyes only seemed to look through you. "I'm sure that, in time, you will find a way." She wrapped her large, metal arms around you, pulling you close. Your face pressed against her chest plates, the cold surface soothing. "Run, Y/N." She mumbled, but it was all you needed.

Quickly, you tiptoed down the hall, your heart pounding against your rib cage. You froze at every noise, yet persisted. You reached storage room 22, opening the door and quietly shutting it behind you. You covered your mouth, breathing loudly. "Could Dave hear?" You wondered to yourself.

Your eyes felt wet with unshed tears. You were scared, terrified, but you had to keep going. You scanned the room, your eyes landing on a large ventilation shaft opening. It was on the ceiling.

You sighed heavily, you can't climb a fucking wall to get up there. There wasn't a ladder in the room... Guess it was time to improvise. You grabbed some unopened paint cans and stacked them into a small staircase, yet it wasn't enough.

Then your eyes landed on a shovel.

It was rusty, the long handle worn from use, but what'd you have to lose? You only needed to be a few inches higher... you leaned the shovel against the wall gently, fearing the loud sound of the metal spade hitting the paint can. You leaned on the wood, testing its strength; solid enough.

You grabbed the very edge of the vent before gently balancing on the handle. It creaked beneath you, making you flinch. "Please hold..." you muttered before slowly inching your feet upward.

You pulled yourself up into the vent, your body still trembling with anxiety. That actually worked. Guess you really are smart, huh? But there's no time to praise yourself... yet.

You crawled forward, your head barely scrapping under the top of the vent. Good thing you weren't claustrophobic... You kept going, the metal groaning as you advanced.

Suddenly, you stopped, frozen solid. The vent shaft had several grates lining the bottom to allow air flow, but when you looked down, it was as if all the air had dissipated.

Dave. He stood just below you, unaware of your presence. He was typing on his phone angrily. He put the phone against his ear....

A loud ring echoed through the vent, your phone buzzing in your pocket.

Dave's gaze shot up instantly, landing directly on you. His face contorted into something resembling pure rage. You crawled forward, not caring about hitting your head. "Y/N!" He screamed, "GET DOWN HERE."

You only crawled faster, not even stopping to glance at the map. Loud footsteps pounded under you, he was chasing you. What can you even do?

Keep crawling.

Don't stop.

You can't leave Freddy behind.

You gripped the sides of the vent, pulling yourself farther. Your arms ached from overuse, but you couldn't stop. Not now, not ever. You reached into your back pocket and pulled out the map, the darkness of the vent made it hard to read, but you were confident you could.

Go left, left, straight, right, left. You kept going. Left, left, straight, right, left.

The sound of running hadn't stopped, he was still chasing you. He sounded for distant... maybe he'd slowed down. Maybe he was tired. You were tired. But you have to keep going.

Left, left, straight, right, left.

Left, straight, right, left.

Left... left, straight, left, right? Shit, which way do you go.

Silence. The footsteps stopped. You stopped. Did you loose him? You held your breath, slowly checking the map again. Left, left, straight, right, left. You were so close to the room...

You crawled slowly, listening for the footsteps to come back, but the only sound was coming from your thumping pulse and the creaky metal.

You looked down, another grate. You made it, you actually made it. You pushed against it, pressing all your weight into it before it caved. You almost fell, but managed to catch yourself and the grate before it could crash against the ground. You set it inside the vent before maneuvering your body to lower yourself down. You left go, landing on the ground with a soft thump.

It was dark like most of the pizzeria was, but you could see the outline of a door. It was unlabeled. You tried the handle, and it was locked. This had to be it. You reached into your pocket, grabbing the key.

You pressed it inside the lock, twisting it firmly till you heard a satisfying click.