It's Complicated - Foxy X Reader story

Chapter Five

Your POV

You lead him to your car, second guessing every step you take.

Was this really a good idea?

Right now, it was hard to decide if this was the right thing to do. Were you asleep? Was this all a dream? Everything that happened seemed fake, but your surroundings, the calm breeze that made your hair dance behind you, the small melody of a grasshopper chirp, it all seemed real.

No, this wasn't a dream. You were actually helping an animatronic escape your new job.

You actually left your new job at least three hours early. On your first shift.

"Wait. I can't do this," you tell the creature that was sulking silently behind you.

"What? Why not? I just rescued you from that dystopia. And saved your life in the process." He states. The voice, which seemed to become more and more humanlike, had a very truthful tone. He was serious, and you could tell.

"Why is it a dystopia? It's my job, it was my first night and I also left at least three hours early. I'll surely get fired. Plus, it doesn't seem even remotely close to as dangerous as you describe it."

He sucked in a deep breath, which seemed unnecessary for a robot. "Look, please, just trust me. That's all I need you to do. Take me to your house, and I'll explain everything I know. It may not be a lot, but it'll clear everything up."

You shake your head disapprovingly, but spoke the opposite.

"Fine. Get in. But you better tell everything."

He nodded his head reassuringly, but you weren't so assured.

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As we pulled up to my compacted townhouse, you could tell that Foxy was asleep. His metal eyelids were slammed shut and he was leaning up against the car door. Even if it was possible for animatronics to be asleep, he might've been powered down or something to preserve battery life.

Shaking him gently, as if he was a small child that had dosed off after a long car trip, his eyes flutter open, with a slight resistance.

"You fell asleep," You inform him softly.

"Sorry," he responded drowsily. His walking and talking both seemed tired, slurred and very slow.

When he almost fell over the third time, you had to make a tough decision.

"We'll talk about it when you're not tired. I'll set you up on the couch," you sighed, knowing you would never get a straight answer out him in this state.

He blinked slowly, acknowledging my offer. "Fine," he spoke tiredly, "but I promise I am going to tell you,"

You smile at his offer, and led him to the door, then supporting him on his slow stroll to your couch. He was beginning to act more like a human, he seemed to have emotions, his voice had inflection, and now he was in a state of tiredness. If you didn't know better, you would've guessed it was a human trapped inside an animatronic!

But it obviously wasn't. Maybe you were just going insane, you may still be asleep at the office chair.

But didn't you already rule that out? Everything was too realistic, and the feeling of his chilled metal leaning against you was providing enough evidence against it. This was real. He was real.

As he rests his head onto the throw pillows, you just realize how tired you were. Apparently none of the caffeine seemed to work.

Yawning, you say "Goodnight," to the random robot that now occupied your own couch. He was already passed out when you headed upstairs, so you retreated straight to bed.

You at first couldn't get to sleep and were congested in thoughts. What if his sleepiness was an act? You got up swiftly and locked the door, but deep down you knew that neither the lock nor the door stood a chance under the robot's force.

And once your head hit the pillow again, you fell into a comforting sleep.

A/N-
As you can see, I'm going to dedicate chapters to those readers of this book who have supported me greatly (: