Five Nights at Freddy's Daughter scenarios

When They Get Hurt

A/N This is all in your POV. just letting you know. And thx so much for 1k reads!! YASSSSSSS!!!! Enjoy!

Freddy

I went downstairs this morning to see Aunt Chica crying on the couch with Uncle Bonnie comforting her.

"Aunt Chica, Uncle Bonnie? What's going on?" I asked.

"Your dad got shot in a robbery this morning. He's in the hospital right now," Uncle Bonnie told me. My heart froze in my chest. I felt like my life has stopped in its' tracks.

"Whe-where's Uncle Foxy?" I stuttered.

"He's in his room getting dressed. He offered to take us to the hospital to see him," Aunt Chica informed. Uncle Foxy walked out of his room, buttoning his waistcoat. His face was pale and worried.

"Are ye ready?" he inquired. We nodded in unison and clambered into his truck, riding the entire way in harsh silence. When we arrived, we rushed in and asked for my dad's room. A nurse ushered us in, and I stared at my dad lying motionless in a white bed, staring at the ceiling in hushed pain.

"Daddy?" I whispered. He turned his head towards me and smiled weakly.

"Hi, princess. Come over to daddy," he beckoned. As I got closer, I took note of the white bandages wrapped around his shoulder and chest.

"Are you ok, Daddy?" I whimpered, my eyes stinging.

"It's hurting a little bit, but the doctors are giving me medicine that puts me to sleep and soothes the pain. I'll be asleep in a few minutes," he mumbled. I saw his eyelids drooping, and his breathing slowed.

"Take care of yourself, Freddy. We'll see you soon," Uncle Bonnie told him as he fell asleep. I kissed my fingers and touched my father's cheek.

"I love you, Dad," I whispered, leaving with my uncles and aunt to let him rest.

Chica

My uncle burst into my room with a very pale face.

"Uncle Freddy? What's wrong?" I was immensely concerned.

"Your mother got hit by a car while walking with Uncle Bonnie. Let's go. Hurry," he urged. My chest felt tight and my eyes burned with the promise of tears. We ran out to the car and drove to the hospital as quick as possible. When we'd arrived, I ran to my mother's room, longing to see her.

"Mommy?" I muttered. Uncle Bonnie let us in, and I crept to my mom.

"Mom? Are you ok?"

"I'm fine, sweetheart, but my leg is broken and I have a slight concussion. I'll be okay," she smiled. It warmed my heart to see her happy even though she was in pain.

"I'm very sorry to interrupt, but visiting time is over," a nurse peeked in.

"Bye, Mom. See you soon," I kissed her. Her brothers said goodbye, and we left, driving home in the dark.

Bonnie

"Aunt Chica, where's Dad?" I shouted down the stairs.

"He's on his way home," she called back. I nodded and went back into my room. Out of nowhere, I heard my name being called.

"(Y/N)!!!!" Uncle Foxy yelled. I ran downstairs frantically.

"Yes?" I replied. He points to the television and a news update was playing.

"There was a drive by shooting near the park this afternoon. There were three people injured in this accident. One of them was rock star Bonnie Fazbear, who was shot three times in the leg, arm, and shoulder. He is currently in critical condition, but doctors say that he will recover," a reporter states. My heart skips a beat, and I hear a high pitched scream, but I realized it was coming from me when I sucked in another breath and continued to scream.

"Lassie, it be ok!" Uncle Foxy coaxed me. I gripped his waistcoat and let the tears fall. I grabbed Uncle Freddy's keys and tossed them to him.

"Let's go. I want to see him," I mumbled. He nodded and we booked it to the emergency dock, where the paramedics are just unloading him from the ambulance.

"Stay back, kiddo," a paramedic orders.

"He's my dad," I say nonchalantly. He steps aside and I run to the stretcher and grasp his limp hand.

"Daddy, please don't leave me. You guys are all that I have," I beg, running alongside them. They run into the operating room and I swear I could hear my father whisper my name. After a few minutes, we're allowed to see my daddy. He was still unconscious, but I didn't care. I just wanted to be with him. Soon, we had to leave, so I reluctantly obeyed, kissing him before exiting.

Foxy

Dad and I were riding home in his truck. We had gone to the movies, and were on the way home when the car in front of us stopped abruptly and we collided, jerking forward. My dad hit his head on the dashboard and fell back, shards of glass in his face and a huge gash in his forehead. I only had minor cuts.

"Dad! Dad, wake up, please!" I cried, shaking him. No response. I whipped out my cell phone and called Uncle Freddy.

"Hello?"

"Uncle Freddy, Dad and I got into a crash and he's not waking up!" I shouted panicking.

"Ok, just calm down and call 911," he told me. I did as he said and dialed the number, explaining the situation. Eventually, the ambulance arrived and I don't want to remember the rest. Everything became a blur to me.