Various X Reader: One-Shots

Nightmare X Reader: Watching

Five Nights At Freddy's 4

Nightmare X Reader: Watching

Gender: Neutral

(Y/M)'S POV

(Note that this isn't completely as what the story of FNAF is. The story is all over the place and I find it a bit confusing. So enjoy.)

It's been a whole week. This... things, stopped but I felt like something else was waiting, watching.... listening. My youngest brother, Michael, is gone. All thanks for our older brother Johnny. It was Michael's birthday. 10th to be exact. Mom left with him not to long after. Danny, second youngest, left with our aunt. Haven't heard from them since they packed and left. Johnny... he went missing about two hours ago, along with a few of his friends. Dad, well, he came home... covered in red... and drunk. And to thing he's the proprietor of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

Throughout the night I saw quietly on my bed, constantly looking at every door in my room and under the bed. Luckily nothing appeared. Not even those little Fredlets that occasionally appeared all week on the bed didn't show at all. It was almost 4 am and nothing has happened. The whole house was quiet. The only thing that had noise was the ceiling fan. I wasn't sure if it was that or one of them began to 'play'. One of the doors flew slightly open. I grabbed one of dad's handguns and pointed it at the door. I got up from my bed and slowly made my way to the door. I swung the door open only to find nothing. I knew something was here, I just didn't know what. I grabbed my flashlight and scanned both hallways, still aiming the gun. Nothing occupied them. I then went through the house on search of anything. The door moving could've been just my imagination. Once done, I checked on Dad. I cautiously opened the door. He was asleep, though I knew he was crying before he knocked out. It was strange, seeing him sleep alone. Before everything just happened, Dad was more joyful and normally bringing life to any situation, just like a parent should. But he was beyond being happy when he was with Michael. Michael was his light, his angel. That was taken away because of a prank that just got into harm's way.

Seeing he didn't have a blanket, I went to my room in search of one. But when I got there, one of them, much 'mightier' and darker than the others stood by my bed, laying a plush down. I immediately aimed my gun. "What do you want?" I insisted. It didn't say anything. Nothing at all. "Answer me." Instead of answering, it looked over his shoulder at me and moved aside, showing a Fredbear plush laid in my bed. Fredbear was Michael's favorite before his fears kicked in. I then noticed a note attached on the arm. Cautiously and still aiming the gun, I made my way to read what ever the note had.

"Not even we will forget him," it read. I lowered the gun. "You... cared about him, too.... didn't you?" It nodded. "I didn't mean to hurt him." His voice was deep and raspy, almost fitting for something that looked terrifying. "I... was there to protect... not to harm."

Attempting to gather my thoughts, quiet voices whispered my name. I looked behind me. Of course, no one stood by the door. "Dad?" I aimed my flashlight down the hall and went to his room. "Dad?" There was no answer from him. Voices of what sounded like Johnny and a few others kept whispering and told me to check in him. I opened the door to dad's room. To my surprise, he sat on his bad, head looking down. "Dad?..." I went around his bed and stood in front of him. When I saw his eyes, I knew he wasn't who I knew him as. "What's wrong?" my voice shook. He didn't answer. He just starred with dead black eyes where the pupils were the only white and were almost filled hatred. "You're freaking me out! Tell me what's wrong. Maybe I can help."

To complete shock, who I thought was my das pulled out a long sharp pipe from below the pillow and stabbed me. I looked down. Right through my stomach the pipe went. I was about to attempt to take it out due to pain but with his hand still on my shoulder, 'dad' took out the pipe out and pushed right back through me, making me go numb. I looked up. That thing, that 'Nightmare', stood at the doorframe. If I were to say there was an expression on him, the only one I saw was shock. And that was what I felt too. Other than pain and numbness. When I looked at who I called Dad, I was only able to cry. I couldn't let out a single word. When I looked into his eyes, they went back to normal. He went back to normal.

I then saw he didn't know what had happened. His brown eyes were filled with confusion and terror. My body, not being able to withstand that growing weight and pain, dropped. I attempted to grab ahold of dad's hands but failed. "NO! (Y/N)! SHIT!" he cried. Dad began to sob again. "This can't be happening.... this can't be happening." Anything else I heard started to fade away. What I saw started to blur. And the Nightmare. He stood beside Dad. Watching me. "Please. Don't go," was all I heard before I couldn't hear or see anything more.