Fuckin' Crazy (Funtime Freddy X Reader) ✅

Confidentiality, That One Worded Curse From The Mighty Hell

In order to avoid your 'mother' and aunt's collective bitching about your absence at the breakfast party, you were already gone by the time the two got home.

Where did you go? Why, the Rental center of course.

Even though you didn't actually have to be there for once, you had found your subconscious unknowingly leading you straight to them- them being the animatronics.

Of course you, being you, refused to acknowledge the fact that it was mostly Funtime Freddy himself that always pulled you back into hell. This, of course, only made you 'hate' him more. What right did he have anyway, making you all stuttery and decompositioned with a single smirk?

Finally, you pulled up to the small above ground building. Entering through the sliding glass doors, you paused in front of the elevator.

What exactly were you going to say to them? 'Oh, sorry to bother you at such a late time, but I have reason to believe that my supposedly dead father is in fact alive and stalking me and probably broke into my house.' Yeah, because that would go over well.

You weren't sure they'd even care. You were, after all, just a weak little human that happened to be able to help them with their little problem.

You shook your head, You really needed to stop thinking like that. With a newfound determination, you stepped into the elevator.

HandUnit didn't greet you, which also didn't surprise you. You weren't really supposed to be there.

Once the elevator came to a stop, you crawled out through the vent to reach the Primary Control Module. It was dead silent. Hesitantly, you checked the light to Ballora Gallery.

Said ballerina was seated on the edge of her stage, eyes closed as per usual as her minireenas danced in a sort of carefree choreography around the center of the stage. You smiled slightly at the sight, then released the light button.

You were hesitant to check up on Funtime Foxy. When you two had first met, she had made her immediate dislike- You refused to believe she hated you right off the bat- of you quite clear from the start. You didn't really want to deal with her shit. Not then.

But of course you chanced it. The Auditorium lights flickered on as you pressed the button. You were less then surprised to see Foxie glaring daggers into your very soul... that is, if you even allowed it to reach that far. You just smirked and did a wiggly finger wave before releasing the light button.

Really, you weren't there to taunt volatile foxes. You were there for... what were you there for, anyway? Comfort, maybe? From who?

It only took you a moment to realize. And, when you did, you freaked the fuck out.

"What? No. No way in hell. I must be damned crazy if I even thought for a mere moment that I... that he would..."

You gave a stressed sigh, running a hand through your already tousled hair. One part of you, a large one, demanded that you turn around, that you go home and face the music. But another, much smaller and yet much more convincing, part of you objected that idea entirely.

'Why are you even fighting this? Why do you insist on completely dissing and dismissing the idea that he might actually care? C'mon, (Name)... You know you want to.'

"Auugh!... I know I'm sooo going to regret this..." You said with a sigh as you opened the vent to your left.

You had a slightly one-track mind as you made your way through Ballora Gallery, ignoring her somewhat soothing music as you approached the Breaker Room door.

You hesitated right outside, however.

We're you really going to do this?

You shook your head rapidly; of course you would. There's no going back now.

'I'm a brave girl!' You thought, gathering just enough courage to push the door open.

Freddy, oddly enough in his human form, jolted up from his position lying on his back on his stage, the edge of his pink shirt dropping back down to unfortunately cover his briefly exposed stomach. He looked rather shocked to see you there, but recovered quickly.

"Bonjour, princess. What brings you here- on a Sunday, no less?" Why the hell was he speaking French?

You took him by even more surprise when you climbed up on stage with him and even more surprise when you flopped down on your back across his outstretched legs.

"Um, (Name)? What's up?" Freddy seemed a little more serious this time, once he quickly noticed and caught on to your rather dark aura.

When you failed to answer, the white haired male grabbed you around the arms and hauled you up with surprising strength. He scooted so his back was against a steel pipe column just off the stage, pulling you up and fully into his chest and lap. You didn't snap at him for touching you like you normally would have, instead asking a rather strange question.

"Do you think you've ever had a... you know, father? Someone who raised you, even created you and helped you settle into life?" Freddy seemed to stiffen in slight confusion, as if failing to see where you were going with the current topic of conversation.

"Hm, I guess it all depends on how you see things. We all, as in me and the others, would like to consider Mr Afton to be our 'father,' some of us more than others... but, if I didn't just dislike him so strongly, maybe I would care what happens to him. So as it is, I don't. Not if you ask me." He eyed you strangely.

"Why are you asking me this? Is it 'that time of the month' or whatever you humans say?" You just frowned, making a mental note to explain to Freddy about what he could and couldn't say to a woman if he ever wanted to keep his eyeballs inside their sockets, before you replied with a carefully crafted answer.

"No. Its just... I got a surprise visitor, is all." Freddy seemed dissatisfied with your vague reply, as he jabbed your side with his finger. "Ow. Fine, somebody broke into my house, trashed my room and left... a note. That's not even the worst part. The worst part... I have reason to believe that my actual, biological father is alive. A-"

"WHAT?!" Freddy shouted. He must have lost his concentration because as soon as he yelled this, you found yourself atop a bear animatronic. You, rightly surprised, let out a squeak as he sudden shift in Freddy's size and weight caused you to jump, fall off him, and the stage, and wind up on the floor. Just like you expected.

"Heh heh, uh- I mean sorry," said robotic bear backtracked. "Its just, you think he is alive? First off, I didn't even know he was dead in the first place, cuz ya never tell me anything. Now you think he's alive-"

"And probably stalking me, yes." You replied, standing off the ground and dusting your pants off. "I don't know why I came to you first, so don't even ask. I just had to get that off my chest, and you were the first one that came to mind. Don't get used to this." You warned.

"I-uh-well I... don't know what to-"

But you were already on your way out of the room, prepared to simply head home and watch The Immortal and The Restless.