Five Nights at Freddy's Daughter scenarios

When They're Mad at Each Other

Freddy

Everyone but (Y/N) was ticking me off. Bonnie was running around the house playing his guitar, Chica was singing WAY too loudly, and Foxy wouldn't shut up about his neck hurting. (Y/N) sat quietly on the sofa next to me, cradling her healing arm and watching (F/TV/S). I was doing my best to keep from blowing up, but it was getting hard.

"Me neck hurts," Foxy whined for the 18th time. Finally, I lost my grip.

"Can you all just SHUT UP! I mean, SERIOUSLY! CAN'T YOU JUST GO THROUGH ONE DAY WITHOUT DRIVING ME NUTS?!" I screamed, making them all jump. Bonnie stopped playing his guitar and glared at me.

"You're one to talk! Always showing off, having your nose in a freaking book all the time, never helping around the house. What would Mom say?" I gasped. Did he seriously just bring Mom into this?

"STOP IT! JUST STOP IT!"  a small voice shrieked over us. I saw my panda bear standing next to Chica, tears streaming.

"How about you all stop bickering with each other? This is not the kind of family I wanted!" she sniffed, bolting down the hallway and slamming her door.

"Panda, please. It's how a family acts. Come on, let me in," I pleaded, knocking on her door. She peeked out of it.

"Not until you apologize for being rude to your brothers and sister! Now, Dad!" she demanded. I shuffled back into the living room, where the others sat in shock.

"Sorry, guys. It's been a stressful day," I mumbled.

"It's ok, Freddy. We drove you nuts," Chica smiled. I moved behind Foxy and touched his neck, pulling back sharply.

"Foxy, have you been sleeping wrong again?" I accused. He nodded slightly. I began massaging his neck, and he sighed with relief.

"Freddy, ye have the hands of an angel," he groaned. I grinned and finished.

"Thank ye, Freddy," he rolled his neck.

"Anytime, little bro." My daughter smiled.

"Now that's what I love to see. *yawn* Good night, everyone," she stretched, returning to her room.

"Good night," we called in unison.

Chica

Freddy was playing the piano downstairs while I was Skyping Goldie.

"Sorry, Gold. Freddy's playing the old piano. I'll be right back," I said, standing up. I went to the top of the stairs and shouted.

"Freddy, I'm trying to Skype with Goldie! Can you keep it down?" It went dead silent, and I returned to my room to find (Y/N) talking to my brother.

"(Y/N/N), what are you doing?"

"Saying hi to Uncle Goldie," she pointed to the computer. I picked her up and set her on my lap.

"Well as I was saying, I have to get going. Seminars start in two minutes. See you later, Chica. Bye, (Y/N)," Goldie waved, signing off. Suddenly, I heard a loud mix of wrong notes being struck on the piano. My temper boiled over and I stomped down the stairs.

"Freddy! What the HELL was that about?!" I demanded.

"I just wanted to see what you'd do," he snickered. I clenched my fists, getting ready to hit him.

"Why must you antagonize me? Is it just because I'm the only girl?" He chuckles, nodding. I knock him off the stool, raising my fist to strike.

"Chica, stop!" Bonnie and Foxy grab me, but I fling them back. I bring my hand down, aiming for Freddy's nose, when my arm is grabbed.