FNaF One Shots

Over? (FoxyXReader)

A.n. Okayyyyy. This chapter.......I apologize in advace!

Y/n's P.o.v.

My fists were clutching my gloves and I hurriedly pushed them on. My anger causing my heart to pound, minimizing my blood flow. I saw red.

As my fists collided with the punching bag, I couldn't help but let out a couple of tears. My grunts turning into sobs, until the point where my body collapsed onto the floor.

'That bastard. Accusing me of that shit. Blaming me for every god damn thing that happens to us'

I'd been dating Foxy for a while, but seeing as our relationship is long distance he got impatient very quickly. We'd always visit each other when one of us had the money, but today while I was visiting him, he pushed the offer of me moving in with him onto my shoulders.

(Flashback... several hours ago)

I sighed as Foxy's hands traced small circles into my spine. His chuckle sent vibrations throughout my chest, and I snuggled my face into the crook of his neck.

Without warning a set of long fingers suddenly attacked my sides and I let out a surprised squeal. "Arghhh, F-Foxy why?" I anime cried. He deadpanned.

"Well, ye didn't have to be so pretty lass. If ye weren't, I wouldn't 'ave to tickle ye." His strange accent made me blush, and I looked into his eyes. His lips quickly pressed against my forehead, and he resumed staring at me.

Foxy's face grew a pale scarlet colour, and his next words were mumbled and stuttered. "U-uh L-lass, would y-ye maybe w-want to st-start a life wit me?"

Wait......back the hell up. My grin faded as anger slowly overtook my very being.
"Babe, what the hell? I literally just moved into my new apartment! I can barely afford to get food right now! Amd you want me to move to America?! Are you kidding me?"

His grin faded as my words settled in. "No. I be serious lassie." His tone was guarded. "Foxy! It isn't that god damned easy! I have family here, all of my equipment is here, and once again...I'M BROKE. How the hell am I supposed to get up and go, huh?"

He quickly stepped up from my bed, and grabbed my hands,"Lass. Think about it. If ye move, I get to be seein' ye everyday. If ye don't, I'll 'ave to wait months to see you."

My anger only increased, "So now your being selfish. Foxy think of all the damned work I put into this place! I've busted my damn hump to fucking afford ny computer, just so we can Skype! If your so damn lonely, go find a whore to fuck and see if I give a shit!"

His face turned cold and impassive. He turned his body, walking out of the front door. A dull ache spread throughout my chest as his motorcycle's engine roared to life

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~hours later

Foxy gasped as he walked in, and saw me crying while dragging a kitchen knife across my wrist while sobbing out of control.

My tears stung my new wounds, as Foxy pulled me into his chest. My sobs got louder as I inhaled his scent. Alcohol, and woodsmoke? I gasped as a familiar smell filled my nostrils. He'd actually.....done it. You can't be serious!

"Foxy, tell me you didn't!" I screamed at him, fists already swinging. His face contorted with grief and guilt and that was all of the confirmation I needed. He'd actually gone and found a whore to fuck. He'd found another person.
I'd been replaced.......like fucking always.

(The next day, at the airport)

His eyes looked at the ground as my flight name was called. My eye twitched with unshed tears, and I asked him, "So is this really it? Are we really over?"

"I'm so sorry y/n. One day I'll earn your trust back, and you'll learn to love me again."

(Flashback over)

Well Foxy, it's been a month and you haven't made a god damn move.