His Formidable Return {Glamrock Freddy x Reader}

Chapter 22

It's been so long... yeah it has, half a year? Been real busy... But I'll still finish what I started just--been flimsy.

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Freddy had searched nearly the entire Pizzaplex.

Your security office.

The Main Atrium.

The Utility Tunnels.

The East Arcade.

Even the small break room where you often disappeared to whenever you insisted you "needed five minutes of peace before strangling another parent for losing their child--again."

Nothing.

Not a trace of you.

Not even Vanessa.

He stood in Rockstar Row, looking around the now-empty hallways where children earlier raced down the carpets—but now had staff bots cleaning here and there, unaware of the unease settling inside the animatronic bear.

"...Officer (Y/N)..."

He tried your Fazwatch frequency again.

Static.

Nothing.

His chest compartment tightened involuntarily.

It was unlike you to disappear without informing him. Even if you wandered into places you certainly should not, you always—always—left some sort of message. A text. A scribbled note. Even a teasing voice message telling him not to worry. Though on other days, Freddy just taps into your Fazwatch's signal to pinpoint your location at random times. Sometimes he found you in the smoothie bar, sometimes—El Chips? Other times, in the Main Atrium, doing crowd control during performance routines. But very rare—even when you were absent from the Pizzaplex—do you suddenly vanish out of thin air. While at work? He'd be almost certain to find you no matter what.

And yet... now? Even as he rewrote the code to look at your coordinates?

Nothing.

"...Perhaps she is merely occupied," Freddy quietly reassured himself, though the words failed to convince even his own processors. Why would she refuse contact? Though Freddy still had the barest idea of human connection, he still felt it was apparent to request even a little bit of consideration from you.

But then, he heard heavy footsteps—or rather, he sensed movement nearby. His ears twitched, a small wiggle.

"Looking for someone?"

Freddy turned, his electric eyes falling upon blue and pink.

Bonnie approached with his usual leisurely gait, hands tucked behind his back as though he hadn't a care in the world. The pink visor over his eyes reflected the neon lights of Rockstar Row while the ever-present smile rested comfortably upon his face.

"Bonnie."

"You've been pacing for..." Bonnie tilted his head thoughtfully. "...twenty-three minutes and fifteen seconds."

"I have?"

"You wore a trail into the carpet."

Freddy looked down.

While there wasn't the comedic track made through constant wear and tear as depicted in shows—he could see the slight darkening of where his footsteps dug into the carpets.