Five Nights at Freddy's Daughter scenarios

When You get Sick

Freddy

(Y/N) came downstairs this morning looking tired and flushed.

"Good morning, sweetheart. Are you ok? You don't look so good," I greeted. She coughed loudly and shook her head.

"No, Dad. I feel like crap," she sniffed. Her voice sounded scratchy. I stood from my recliner and put my hand to her head, pulling it back quickly.

"(Y/N/N), you're burning up badly. Come to the kitchen," I told her. We moved to the freezer and I pulled out an ice pack, wrapped it in a towel and pressed it to her forehead.

"Ahhhhh, that feels so good," she breathed. I chuckled and guided her back to her room.

"You are not going to school this week, panda. You're staying home. You have a bad case of the flu. Just stay in bed, I'll grab you a bowl in case you need to throw up, and I'll send Uncle Bonnie up with some of Aunt Chica's soup, ok?" I ordered. She coughed and nodded. I left her to rest. Chica's soup will surely do the trick. It worked for Foxy, so it'll work for (Y/N).

Chica

I walked into the bathroom to find my daughter leaning over the toilet vomiting.

"(Y/N/N), are you ok?" I knelt by her. She swept her hair out of her face and turned to me.

"I think I caught a bug, Mom," she says before jerking back over the toilet.

"Bonnie! Come here please," I called. My brother ran into the bathroom quickly.

"What's wrong, Chica? Oh, (Y/N)'s sick too? Wow, I guess her and Freddy caught the stomach flu at the same time today. Freddy's in his bathroom puking his eyes out," he sighed, picking (Y/N) up and carrying her to her room. I went to tend to Freddy.

"Goodness, Freddy. You got sick the same time your niece did," I put my hand on his shoulder. He finished throwing up and stood up, his entire body quivering like an earthquake.

"Dang it. I hate being sick," he shivered.

"Go to bed, Freddy. I'll be back in with some chicken soup, ok?" I commanded. He stumbled into his bedroom across from Foxy's, who was still asleep, and crawled back into bed, kicking his shoes off and unbuttoning his jacket. I crept upstairs and gave a bowl of soup to Bonnie to help (Y/N) eat, then retreated downstairs to my eldest brother's room.

"This is craziness. I have to take care of you and my daughter. I don't like you being sick no more than you like to be sick," I muttered. He sipped the broth and fell asleep, his face troubled with the stomach pains. My little chick fell asleep too, and the house was quiet.

Bonnie

I woke up this morning feeling disgusting, but I didn't want to get up. My gut churned and grumbled with whatever I ate yesterday. My little bunny rabbit shuffled through my doorway and shook my shoulder.

"Daddy? I don't feel so good," she quivered.

"Neither do I, sweetheart. We both have the fever, and a bad one too. Is your stomach feeling bad, too?" She nodded, gripping her middle.

"Mine too. Shall we be sick together?" I replied. A small smile wavered across her face. She climbed into my bed and we snuggled close together, falling asleep in each other's presence.

Foxy

"Lassie! It be time for school," I walked into me daughter's bedroom to find her bundled up in multiple comforters.

"I can't go to school, Daddy. I feel sick," she muttered. I put me hand on her forehead and cheeks, feeling a warm sensation.

"I see. (Y/N/N), ye have a cold. Don't get up, I'll be right back," I rushed downstairs and into the kitchen, sidling behind me sister.

"Foxy, what are you doing?" Chica demanded.

"(Y/N) be sick, so I need to help her get better," I speed-talk. She pulled out a tall glass and filled it with soda.

"Give this to her. Since it's a common cold, she needs lots of fluids, warmth, and very little amounts of food, so she doesn't puke," she handing it to me.

"Thank ye, lass," I hug her and walk carefully up the stairs. Me pirate princess perked up a bit as I strolled in.

"Drink this, (Y/N). It'll help," I tilted it to her mouth. She drank half of the liquid as Freddy walked in with a wet rag and laid it on her head.

"Thank you, Uncle Freddy," she yawned before going to sleep again.

"Get better, sweetheart," we both whisper and close her door.