Fuckin' Crazy (Funtime Freddy X Reader) ✅

Down To Earth Is For Normal People. I Dont Count

1964, May 27th, 8:07 am.

Lisia Carmody was annoyed. She was in pain from the constant projectile vomiting she had been forced to do all morning. She was tired, both from breast feeding and changing her firstborn baby's diaper. Even though she was only seven weeks, little (Name) was an angel in the fact that she slept through the entire night, which gave Lisia a little more rest. For that, she was grateful.

"Why do you hide inside your walls, when there is music in my halls?

All I see is an empty room. No more joy, an an empty tomb.

Oh, Its so good to sing all day.

To dance, to spin, to fly away."

She sang softly to the beautiful little girl in her arms, along with the other baby girl inside her massively swollen stomach. (Name) giggled and cooed happily, and Lisia gently stroked her head of thick (H/C) curls. A smile lit up the woman's face.

She may have only been sixteen years old, but she would be damned if she let her spiteful family discourage her from taking care of her baby, raising her children. She refused to even entertain the thought of doing such a thing like abandoning them. If her family wanted to disown her for falling in love and having a child below the age of eighteen, then they could do that. At least she knew what kind of people they were.

It was the falling in love part that she regretted. But then again, if she hadn't screwed around with an older guy then she wouldn't have the beautiful bundle of joy in her arms. She smiled. Yes, she had no true regrets.

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Now

You released a heavy groan, running a hand trough your tangled hair as you did the walk of shame into your house. You didn't know what was wrong with you. (First Name) (Last Name) did not do the walk of shame. But there you were, doing it.

'That's not the only thing you did...'

You smacked a palm against your forehead, now thoroughly embarrassed. You had managed to escape the whole "morning after" talk by saying you needed to go to the bathroom. Freddy was none the wiser. You promptly took off like a bat outta hell.

Ha. Like a bat outta hell.

I'm one wicked bitch.

Now wasn't the time to remember creepy dreams, you mentally chastised yourself. You needed to... to do something. Anything. You've gone and dug too deep, and now finding a way out was a priority.

Heh, we've already seen where your priorities lay.

Yu buried your head further into your pillow. You found yourself being taunted by your own mind. How ironic.

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Even a week later, which you managed to snag under the guise of a vacation break, you still had no answers for your current predicament. Except run and hide, of course. You could always do that...

Additionally, you had been researching as much as you could about Miss Carmody. Apparently, she was twenty four years old when she died in a mysterious house fire, in 1972. That was around the time your mother disappeared. She had two children, one Elizabeth Afton and a (First Name) Carmody. This startled you greatly. What really happened, in place of the house fire?

You had so many problems to deal with. You decided to go one by one.

That is, if you ever managed to show your face around Circus Baby's again.

800 reads? Don't I just feel special. Still have WiFi problems, and by problems I mean no WiFi at all. I'm getting desperate. Its like a WiFi withdrawal. Anyway, I'm making things pretty obvious by now. As usual, next chapter is whenever I feel like it.