His Formidable Return {Glamrock Freddy x Reader}

Chapter 20

You've had enough.

You pushed yourself off the comfort of Freddy's couch, the pile of plush dolls toppling over each other due to the sudden shift of momentum. The lights were dimmed; and the vanity neatly placed where objects of your person lay on top. The curtains were drawn shut—Freddy must've shut them before starting his own duties for the day.

You stretched, arms above your head, chest out—the stiffness of your back protesting with a numb-feeling pain until—pop, okay, that hit the spot.

You shook your head, your fingers brushing through your hair to smooth out the sleep-curled locks. At least, even for around... four hours? You managed to get a little bit of rest. You picked up a black hair tie from the vanity and tied your hair back into a semi-neat bun, feeling fresher now that the air circulated around your throat. The cap with the logo of security lay stationed near the mirror, and you put that on too, making sure it's centered properly, presentable enough to leave the greenroom and start your day.

You barely did any work last night, and you slept kind of well despite never achieving the almighty 8 hours sleep a night. Might as well take on the day shift cause—why not? More salary wage, more time to... investigate.

Would Vanessa be here, though? Sometimes, she takes the dayshift too out of spite. Maybe you could spot her just a little bit. Surely, she wouldn't cause a scene in front of so many people, right?

Hopefully.

You equipped yourself with all things of your person, your holster carrying the taser, your phone, a flashlight you probably wouldn't use today, and other essentials required of your employment obligations. You took a moment to fix yourself one last time in front of the vanity mirror before tapping on the button that opens the greenroom.

Like always, it slid open—and the lights of Rockstar Row flashed before your eyes. It was still early, probably eight in the morning. There were still few people around, kids looking well behaved, clutching their parents' hands like it was their lifeline. There was even a toddler who wore a vest made out of soft fabric, and attached to the back part of the vest was a harness-like leash wherein the other end was held by a parent—is this because of the incident? They're surely being more careful now.

Well, they better. You don't need another missing kid in this damn place.

You shook your head and pushed yourself to move forward, smiling, greeting guests as if it had been a ritual done more than just a daily basis. Your movements were fluid thanks to the hours of rest, and you scaled up the stairs in a few skips ahead.

The Pizzaplex is too large to search and about alone—best you could do is check if you could locate her quickly through the management logs. You did just that—heading to the main office of whatever administrative management was there, which was just by the lobby near the gift shop.

The office looked like a simple door, no décor sticking on the frame, and a plaque "ADMIN" was nailed to the door itself. You knocked three times before twisting the door knob, the steel handle cold to the touch. But you went in anyways, peeking in to see rows and rows of cubicles occupied by each administration staff—this is probably where the H.R. and management stay, well technically—that's a yes.

A small door on the outside, but big on the inside, you gave a wave, smiling at whoever looks your way. Some of them greeted back with a smile or wave of their own, some were nods of acknowledgement, and some were—well, brows furrowed at whoever they were talking to on the phone. You simply ignored them, if so, and headed straight across the room where "SECURITY HEAD" was written on its wooden plaque.