(Y/n) POV
I can't do this, I REALLY can't do this-
You take a shakey breath, closing your eyes.
Okay, okay. What did that miniature rabbit say....?
Find his miniatures.
"But how many...?" You murmured to yourself, glancing around. And that's when you heard it. The low, vicious, edged growl, and the two amber eyes in the hallway. "...Oh dear God..." Was all you could get out if your tightening throat, feeling the eyes lock you in place.
Move idiot! He's getting closer!
And that's when your legs finally decided to move, has his claws almost reached your arm. You turned and ran, gasping already for something not seeming to be there.
The Freddles.... Their hiding, like Plushtrap...?
Maybe some of those hiding spots I saw! So I need to backtrack....
Once you got out of Freddy's line of sight, still hearing his slow but confident strides, you ducked around into a hallway, running into a room and glancing around before picking up a piece of a broken picture frame, tossing it down the hallway.
Sorrysorrysorrysorry- HOPE THATS NOT IMPORTANT.
You watched has the shadow went that way, low sigh as you rested back against the wall, slight grin. You so had this!
You decided to take a look around, finding a bed and a nightstand.
....What is with this place?
However, you decided to go and check beneath the bed, then peeking under the covers, getting a face full of Plushtrap.
"Good job (Y/n)! Only seven more times!" With which he booped your nose and dashed off.
"....What even-" You muttered to yourself, turning around.
Only to have your eyes lock onto two small white dots, stifling a scream as you realized it wasn't a larger animatronic. No, it was much smaller. And has you neared it, it suddenly clicked. It was one of the Freddles.
"Hello...?" You murmured to it, tilting your head slightly.
With a squeak, it suddenly jumped, landing up on your upper arm. To which, you let out a strangled muffled yelp, jolting back and stuck between trying to hit it and trying to flail it off, your body deciding to go on autopilot and flail for you, which just seemed to make the Freddle laugh.
You froze, hoping it'd fall, has you heard a step in the doorway, you slowly glancing that way.
What you saw made your heart stop.
Freddy was standing there, his two amber eyes watching you and the Freddle with a deadly precision.
"...h-hey big m-man! Well-l! U-uh, I'll, be.... Getti-ing by!" You spoke quickly, tripping over your words and your shoelaces, holding the Freddle has though it might protect you from this behemoth of a.... An animatronic!
Your stomach turned has you slipped right beside him, your shirt catching against his torn fur, a low growl coming from somewhere inside him, and has you stepped away, his eyes still following you, he slowly turned his body to watch you easier. The low clicks and whirs of his insides audible in the otherwise almost silent area.
"Want your Freddle?! Your Freddle!" You spoke softly, hoping you didn't sound like you were talking to a child, while at the same time, it almost felt like such. But instead of a temper tantrum, you'd get a claw to the face.
Fun.
But when the Freddle started wiggling out of your grasp, you didn't have the guts to hold on. You let it crawl off of you, before it darted to Freddy.
You weren't gonna stay to see what the animatronic did to the little one, turning and sprinting away, out of his sight and frantically searching for more of those Freddles.
At what you could only guess was half an hour in, you felt something bite into you shoe, feeling the edge of multiple tiny teeth, you letting out a yelp as tears pricked your eyes, looking down.
Biting your foot, looking up to you, was another Freddle. He seemed quite pleased with himself until he saw your tears slipping silently down your cheeks.
It let out a series of squeaks, crawling up your leg quickly and hugging you side, in an "I'm sorry" manner, which made you blink a few times, stuttering a small, 'Its okay.'
As you heard three close steps behind you, you whipped around, pulling the Freddle off your shirt, holding it out towards Freddy, tears still on your face.
"One more to find, little girl." Came his voice.
It was.... Surprising, to say the least. You hadn't thought... They spoke.
But he, it, the animatronic... Okay then. And his voice was low and deep, yet soft, like velvet on a summers day.
".....okay...." You whispered, before turning and running for your life.
But I ain't that little,
Little did you know, Freddy was giving you the head start. You had returned two out of three, you earned that much.
You continued your run, ending up face first against a wall, falling booty down into the ground, letting out a small gasp as you hit, a low and quiet whimper before more tears fell escaping your lips, you pulling your knees to your chest, softly crying.
I can't do this. Maybe it's better to let them do whatever they want to, it's not like they can do worse then what's happened before....
And even if they kill me, that'd make my decision sure....
Before you could fully give up, something tugged on your sleeve, not letting go until you glanced down to it.
....It was Plushtrap and the third Freddle, who seemed to have been leading Plushtrap.
The Freddle pointed at your cheek, then did a gesture that you couldn't quite get.
"He's asking why you're crying?" Plushtrap asked for the tiny bear, worry seeming in his eyes has well.
"N-nothin'..." You murmured, sniffling. "I-I'm okay...."
The Freddle chirped, hugging your leg quickly before pulling back like worried he had stepped over his boundary, before you scooped him up to cuddle him close for a minute taking a shakey breath before asking softly,
"Does this count has me finding you once Plushtrap?"
".... Definitely! You've found me four times! Six more!" Plushtrap gave a seeming reassuring smile, before patting your arm and running off.
Soon enough, Freddy found you again, kneeling by you to take the last Freddle. You didn't want to watch, but you found your eyes following the little bear has he went from your hands to your shoulder, then crawling onto Freddy's hand and scampering up to his shoulder and darting into the chest cavity, ending up poking his head out from one of Freddy's legs has he stood up.
"You have nine minutes of free rein before two hits, little one." He huffed, turning away and seeming to vanish into the shadows and air.
After a minute, blinking the tears away, you finally got out, "I'M NOT THAT LITTLE DAMNIT!" Your voice cracking slightly at the yell right after crying.
Shit..... But nine minutes!
I can go find Plushtrap again!
You found yourself retracing your steps, somehow ending up by the picture frame you threw earlier. You knelt down, picking it up and glancing into a random room, setting it down, noticing their was a picture, but not really glancing to it because of how dark it was. Instead, you grabbed it, sliding it into your pocket, hesitating as you did.
They won't miss it.
...True enough, you thought, patting you pocket.
Has you looked for Plushtrap, you found him one more time under a bed, trying to ask him why the beds were there in the first place, but he ran off before he could answer.
You sighed, going out into the hallway and leaning against the wall, closing your eyes.
"Don't give up!" You murmured to yourself, head falling forward after a moment. "But oh God I wanna...."
Then you heard the clock chime up, the question of that damned clock itching the back of your mind as it rang loud and true, it's two.
Chicas hour.
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