His Formidable Return {Glamrock Freddy x Reader}

Chapter 19

A/N : I'm still alive... sorta. So, the original file got lost in the void (for some unknown reason, done by some unknown entity). So, this book will continue forth with a new outline (Which is still--admittedly, still in progress). But things will get much more serious now. Like always, I request for ya'll's never ending support to this book. Especially those who REALLY stayed until now (I'm surprised YOU guys are still here). Nevertheless, I thank you all for still being here. While waiting for updates, you guys could jump and check out my other works from other fandoms too! That's all for now.

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Okay, that does it. If she doesn't want to talk, then you'll make her talk.

Three days passed and you've yet to catch even the tiniest glimpse of Vanessa during night shifts. Heck, she was nowhere even in the morning—even management didn't bother, claiming that as long as she's doing her nightly obligations, then they could care less on what she does.

But you were different, you couldn't sit idly by... especially, not after the suspicions you've been holding up against her, all with unanswered queries that yearns for a response.

Despite only waiting around for three days, you already knew that she wouldn't be appearing anytime soon. Thus, you took it upon yourself to hunt her down.

Standing outside an apartment complex, you had your Fazwatch with you. This wasn't any Fazwatch, it was upgraded after its old model became outdated. You raised your watch close to your lips. "I'm here."

"Is she home?"

There, came a voice from the device. It was Freddy's voice, the Fazwatch itself privately connected to his servers, allowing him to communicate with you even when you were outside the Fazbear Pizzaplex premises. Of course, you weren't THAT dumb, you planned this out with Freddy.

"I'm not sure, the lights are off." You made your way up the stairs presented on the side of the complex, avoiding contact with the dusty rails for obvious reasons. You made it up the stairs and up front was a long hallway similar to a balcony with one side open, and the other were lines of doors with numbers carved in the wooden fixture. You took several footsteps forward, the sound of your heels against concrete was breaking through the usual whisp of the night in its splendor sound.