Fuckin' Crazy (Funtime Freddy X Reader) ✅

Maybe He Isn't So Bad After All... For A Psycho

(Pic is human Ballora, I drew it myself. Praise me.)

You weren't quite sure how you had gotten yourself into such a compromising position with someone you were sure you hated. Either way, you were in it and you didn't like it. Not one bit.

You were positioned on top of none other than a human Funtime Freddy Fazbear, your legs straddling his hips and your hands pinning his arms down on either side of his head. Your faces were incredibly close together, and even though his eyes kept flickering to your lips, all you could think about was how one wrong move and you could have ended up meeting his junior.

Although Freddy was smirking, a light pink still dusted his cheeks. How did animatronic blushing even work? They had no blood, so that would mean it was a deliberate part of the illusion. Or maybe they did gain blood in this form. Or maybe their 'blood' was really just motor oil. Ugh, now you were confused and anxious. "How forward of you, princess. I never knew a woman making the first move was so hot."

You growled, your face lighting up like a red stoplight. "Oh, shut it, ya damn Froot Loop." Suddenly, before you could blink, your positions were swapped, with Freddy now on top straddling you and holding your arms above your head.

"That's not a very nice thing to say, miss surprise-less princess. After all, I do have the upper hand here. Whose to say I won't just punish you right here and now?" He was really close now, as you could feel his warm breath fanning your face. It took you a second to register what was said.

"W-wait, what?!" What the fuck? Who taught him this shit? What kind of sick freak programs a kids bot to go all fifty shades on hapless damsels?

Before you could go off at him, however, Freddy was off you and sitting lazily on his stage, just as the Breaker Room door swung open. That left you, all dazed and pissed and disheveled, lying on your back on the floor.

"Hello, Ballora dear. What brings you to my humble abode?" Freddy asked, nonchalant.

"I'm just here to notify you of our returned presence. (Name)? What are you doing on the floor?" Ballora questioned, and you winced. You were hoping to avoid questions.

"Just... lying around...? Eh heh..."

'Way to not be suspicious, (Name).'

But Ballora simply gave you an odd look, somehow with her eyes closed, and turned to return to her room. You nearly jumped at this opurtunity, but she had already gone, and you didn't want to follow her. Dammit.

"I see you're still here, why is that hm?" Freddy's voice, now inches away from your ear, caused you to jump slightly.

Ah, the age-old question- why the hell were you still there? Your mouth move before your mind for once:

"Maybe I want to hang around," you admitted, clearly surprising the bear. "Maybe I want to know you."

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Somewhere else, inside your house, was a dark figure.

The figure walked silently down the hall, past your aunt's room, and directly into,your room. The figure then proceeded to drop a slip of paper on your bed, then promptly began trashing your room.

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"Alrighty then princess. Tell Santa Freddy What you want for informas."

What you wanted, was to punch him directly in the face.

After your stupid, in your opinion, comment, Freddy had froze up for a split, barely noticeable second. But you'd noticed. Then he proceeded to plop down onto the stage, pulling you down with him. Somehow, you wound up in his lap.

But you couldn't punch him, not yet. 'Patience is a virtue.'

"Well," you began, struggling to drop out of his lap. He only giggled- Yes, giggled- and tightened his grip. You gave up and glared. "One, why weren't you..." you started again then stopped; asking him that just didn't feel right. Too... intrusive.

Not like you cared about making him uncomfortable or anything.

"Uh, why did you kidnap me that one time?" You finally decided to forego asking him your original question, in exchange for this one.

Freddy froze. "Uh... I was... high?"

You rolled your eyes. You knew Freddy was full of shit, robots couldn't get high. But you decided not to push it.

"Sure. Where's Bon Bon?" You asked, just now realizing the blue bunny absence. How far could he have gotten? He was a hand puppet for crying out loud.

Freddy shrugged, a strange glint in his eye. "I dunno. Why? You miss your boy toy so much already?"

You were slightly stunned, and not just at the low-key venom in Freddy's voice when he spoke about you and his hand puppet. There was another emotion, one you couldn't quite place, along with slight confusion in his blue eyes, which had suddenly turned cold.

What a bipolar dickhead.

You were about to retaliate with a snarky comment, when the Breaker Room door swung open with a bang. In crawled the before mentioned hand puppet himself, big grin on his cute little face.

"Hiya (Name), Freddy. Miss me?"