Fuckin' Crazy (Funtime Freddy X Reader) ✅

Pity Party

Listen to this song and I guarantee you will be obsessed. Or is it just me?

Kinda depressing chapter here.

You sat curled up on the stage in the Breaker Room, knees drawn up tour chest and eyes closed lightly.

"To the left, to the left
Everything you own is in the box to the left.
In the closet, that's my stuff, if I bought it, please don't tou-"

You swiped your phone out of your pocket, glaring art the screen. Mike. Not now.

Pressing the Decline button, you take a long swig out of the bottle in your hand.

Woah Woah Woah. Lets back up for a moment and see why the hell you're getting drunk in the Breaker Room, shall we?

Earlier

You were tired. That's the first clue.

You could barely even force yourself out of bed for work. And even though you tried to call in sick, your boss was having none of it.

So where are we now? Tired and pissed? Ah, yes.

And then.

Mike. Oh, sweet, stupid Mike. How you wished you could just snap his neck and throw him down a well, then revive him and do it again.

He's an idiot, that's for sure. And he tried to mess with you while you were in the state you were in?

You definitely were feeling some type of way.

He pried. A lot. Even though you weren't comfortable baring your soul to him, you told him a very, very restricted version of what you were going through.

Tell me, dear readers, when you open your heart to a close friend, even a little bit, what do you expect in return? Nothing but a little understanding, right? Of course I'm right.

So Mike must not be as loyal to you as you thought.

"Com back when you grow some sense," he had said right after kicking you out of his house.

Now

You stifled a sob, tossing back another swig.

The animatronics didn't know you were there, as you had been sharpening your stealth skills forever now. Apparently Freddy, bless his soul, was finally taken out for a birthday party. Only him and Foxy, though. A weird feeling had rushed through you when your boss told you that he was alone with Foxy. Your skin burned and your teeth clenched at the very thought.

You took another drink.

You had long since accepted the fact that you had formed some weird magnet attraction towards a hunk of sentient metal. Or plastic. Or whatever. No use sugar coating it.

You took Another drink. You liked to think of yourself as a very open minded person. But this was pushing the boundaries, even for someone like you.

Someone like you. Those words echoed through your head like a broken record. Someone like you. What are you, you wonder? I guess that's easy.

A scrub, living from paycheck to paycheck. The only portion of your past life was your car. Your present day family was barely holding on by a very weak thread. Your entire world was shattered the moment you locked eyes with these robots. No escaping.

And then there's your motherfucking boss. William Afton. You were terrified now. I wonder why? Well, that answer is very easy, my friend. You found a birth certificate, buried far underneath a pile of junk and shit in the attic. Well, not yours. Yours was probably burned in the fire that took your birth mother. Or so they told you.

Anyways, that's beside the point. The birth certificate. Do you know what it said? If your memory served correctly, then...

Elizabeth Afton.

Date of Birth: 1964, June 4th.

Parents: Lisia Carmody and William Afton.

Why was that in your attic? You just didn't understand. 1964. That was when you were born, too. Eighteen years ago. "Auughh..." you pressed a hand to your fore head, rubbing your temples furiously. All this thinking made your brain hurt. A tipsy giggle escaped your mouth at this thought.

You weren't completely drunk, as it takes a lot more than a single bottle to get to you. Lets just say you nave high metabolism. That's why you brought a whole case with you.

Feelings, family, duties, memories...

You just wanted to forget it all, even if it wad only for tonight.

This story might only have a 3 to five more chapters left. I've had the ending planned out since the beginning and I don't want to drag this story out for no reason. But in repentance, the chances of a sequel are fairly high. What do you guys think about that?