Let Us In (FnaF x reader) (Under heavy construction)

Nostalgia

Foxy's PoV (Because I feel like I'm favoring BonBon; I do love Foxy)

I ran quieter then ye other lad aiming for the kitchen

Methinks he was heading for the Closet for ol Fred bear

Chica's PoV (I didn't say I'd stay on their PoV's now did I?)

I heard the sound of a pair of metal feet from both directions. 1 side quicker than the other, quickly finishing off my pizza or trying to anyway.Just to choke on the hot, oily cheese. The door burst open a harsh metal on metal screech was heard. "The night guard!" The boys yelled and for the first time they were perfectly in sync. "Yea what about the night guard?" I had watched her walk in from my spot on the stage.

A nostalgic one.

A pretty one.

This person, they gave me a strange sense of nostalgia but my mind didn't really have time to contemplate it. My thoughts were once again interrupted.

"It's (Y/N)!" This in sync thing could get annoying fast

"How did you guys figure out her name?" Bonnie leaned on the counter "Think back Chic! Remember 19xx?!" Of course I remember 19xx

Who doesn't?

"Remember (Y/N)? That's the last time they were here!" If that's the last time they were here wouldn't they be dead there was only one person who survived here and they wer- "(Y/N)!"

The memory finally slipped back into place.

The blood there was so much.

and a little child was crawling away under a table.

Their hair in cute little twin tails swinging back it forth strange length for a (boy/girl/Genderless creature of the night). It was (Y/N).

Despite there being millions of other children, they were our favorite. Our unnoticed and unannounced favourite. They didn't act much their age though they always brought us new things whenever they left.

Bracelets.

Flowers.

Posters.

Sports Balls.

Bookmarks (which we didn't need but they were cute).

Sometimes butterflies which would cause Bonnie and Foxy to freak out a little. And when they left they would always say 'I'll be back' and try to wrap their small little arms around our necks

They didn't hang out much with other little kids.

They had this one Friend though.

Rachel. Rachel was now no more.

Foxy killed Rachel. Killed. But they didn't fear us they just left disappointed, the day they left they looked at me and I felt my heart split in halves.

They loved us and in return. We hurt them.I had almost reached toward them and then drew back quickly realizing it was pointless. They'd hold me back too, wouldn't they? If I tried they would.

Plus they were heading toward their mom

Toward their family

I knew almost everything about them

Their favorite toe,

Their favorite color,

How their father didn't cherish them which made them silently anguished,

Everything

But what I couldn't figure out was why she didn't stay

Forever.