Okay, okay, whats-
"One, two, Bonnie's coming for you,
Three four, Chicas gonna cook your score,
Five six, Freddy's picking up your sticks,
Seven eight, Foxy's bait!
Nine ten, Fredbear for the win,
Eleven twelve, Nightmare dwells," Plushtrap sing songed lightly, like a reminder. "He's a meanie. Sometimes. Well... No he's not, kind of.... I dunno," Plushtrap rambled on a moment before shutting up, glancing around.
You didn't waste anymore time, grabbing the little monster bunny and running quietly down the hallway.
"Little girl, little girl, I know you're hiding!~
Little girl, little girl, it's no use running." The voice was already nearby, low and almost luring, soothing, if it hadn't of been for the 'little' part of it.
But instead of yelling your undignification, you kept moving, biting your tongue.
However, has you tripped over a doorway, you had no time to even try and close the door, and neither did you hear a sound except for your own ragged breathing, has you saw two eyes flash around a corner, not that far away from you.
Then you noticed Plushtrap was no longer with you.
For once I don't wanna die, please, please, for her, don't let-
Then a crash from another room.
Thank you Plushtrap, oh thank the Lord, sweet jesuS OH MY GOD!
You couldn't help but scream inside your mind, holding your breath, has you watched the machine tread past you.
He was transparent.... At least, his shell was.
You could see every gear, every bolt, every last piece of mechanical creativity inside him, even though you seemed to be staring into an abyss as you looked at his form.
The large, gaping second mouth around his stomach seemed to breath on its own, a long, thin, mechanical tongue dragging along the teeth slowly, the sound created being a low ticking sound, similar to what a grandfather clock would give off. Then its face, with wires and bits shredded and showing, its claws and stomach almost dulled in comparison to the rabid look in it's eyes.
His eyes.
The teeth seemed stained and rotten of blood, and he continued his March past, to the crashing sound, even though you could have sworn he saw you, having looked into he room a second before moving on.
Maybe he hadn't.
Maybe he did.
Either way, you're lucky as hell, on that, your mind can agree.
Once sure he had past, you darted out, scrambled on.
Except this time, you didn't see the table.
You hit it gut first, yelling in pain as it opened one of your scabbed over wounds, stumbling back in pain, the fear and pain to much for you, yet again. This time worse. You had an open wound.
The thing, that creature, could track your blood across the floor of the house, and you could already hear it closing in.
"Little girl little girl, don't hurt yourself now, That's my job~"
Only a whimper escaped you, tears and blood mixing on the floor as you started to run, hoping that you'd make it, somewhere, before he could get to you.
You didn't even know where Plushtrap was, did that thing hurt him?!
Oh god, if he did...
It'd be all your fault.
"(Y/n) sit still a moment, come here!" Plushtrap softly whisper yelled, pulling you into another room, getting you to sit down has he pulled out a bundle of gauze and some tape, giving it to you has Nightmare got closer.
He gave you a light hug, careful, then scrambled away, some of your blood staining his fur now.
"GET BACK HERE!" You heard Nightmare yell, chasing the sound of footsteps.
Letting out a soft whimper, you pulled your shirt off your stomach, glancing down at the blood. It was getting out of hand....
You quickly gathered the gauze, patting away what you could then carefully wrapping it the best you could, before taping it, biting your tongue to keep from crying out at the sudden pricks of pain. After a minute, you tried to stand, only to end up falling back down to the floor, biting your arm to keep from screaming. Everytime you moved, it just felt worse and worse. It must have been the one your mother gave you a few nights ago. And good god, it hurt like a bitch.
But you moved slowly, moving along the floor to the closet, shifting into the closet, curling up there, shaking. You lost your phone earlier, and you couldn't see a clock, so you couldn't even begin to imagine what time it was.
Then your mind pulled you to earlier, finding the photo you had snatched, and the flashlight you had stuffed along with it.
Taking them out, you very slowly turned the light on, wincing nearly silently at the light, slowly opening the photo.
And from how you could see, you were dumbfounded. After a moment, you turned off the light, closing your eyes.
The photo was of some people, except they had animal ears. Tails. Color pallets similar to these animatronics. Wraps, and clothes, styled like how they were ripped apart.
This, didn't make any sense.
It doesn't.
They couldn't be anything, it's a coincidence. It's.....
"Little ooonnne, you're injured," Nightmare called, walking around the manor.
No shit Sherlock.
"We can get you out of here,"
It's almost six, please, I hope,
"I'll make sure you're safe once you show yourself,"
I don't believe....
"(Y/n)?"
I can't-.... Oh God you know my name....
Then, after a minute of silence, the grandfather clock rung, loud and true.
One... Two.... God I'm tired.
Three... Four... I didn't die...!
Five... Six..... How am I going to get out....?
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The Hope of Tomorrow: FNaF 4 x Reader
Fanfiction(Y/n) didn't expect to be forced into Fazbear Manor. Well, the name had came up from the old saying that some old ghosts haunted the place, mainly one everyone called Fazbear. Who knows, really. However, (Y/n) seems like she'll find out shortly. She...
