I laid there, letting my hand stay against the bite mark.
Lost in my mind for a few minutes before a yell jolted me out of my stupor, sitting up.
With a glance around, I slowly got up, going to get a drink of water and maybe a small cracker before back to school.
Wait no... It's Sunday today. Thank God, I can relax today, as long as Mom and Dad keep (B/n) busy.
I quickly got the water and crackers, running back upstairs and barely nibbling bite off the crackers before sitting down in front of the computer.
....What was the point of trying yesterday anyways? I thought sadly, glancing down to my wrists, before lightly slapping my cheeks, which barely did much good.
Glancing to my computer, I quickly looked up Fazbear Manor, and started my search.
Reading through multiple things, from some weird pizza place that closed down ages ago to a family that had been murderer in their sleep.
Wait.....
Wait wait wait-
On April 16, 1990, a family of four were killed in their sleep. The killer was never found, but whoever it was happened to cut into their stomachs, several of their limbs and body parts mauled as though a wild animal tore into them, or as such their killer had forms used by most prey-hunting species.
To learn more on this subject, visit:
www.http://CrimLincVille.org/files/1990/landsfill
...Animal attack.
There's seven animatronis, where's a pic-
I stopped thinking has I saw a picture of the family that used to live there.
The red haired boy, the blonde girl, the brown and blue eyes, and the one with the long purple hair, all without anything animalistic.
...They were all in the picture with.... What had been..... That.... Human version of Nightmare... And the other two...
They...
Last night....
If they killed them all,
The three were alone before then...
Who knows where....
"(Y/N)! GET DOWN HERE!" My mother's voice forced me out of my confused stupor.
Pushing this information out of my head, I got up, scrambling downstairs, trying to get down fast enough to please her but my side still ached from the run in with that table.
"Y-yes ma'am?" I barely got out, holding my hand over the wound, watching through blurry eyes as I got to the bottom of the stairs.
"Have you seen my wallet?" She asked, already applying a thick layer of makeup onto her face.
She looks like a painted whore, but then again, that's what the world likes.
"N-no ma'am,"
"Why do I think you're lying?"
"I-I don't know, Momma, I'm sorry if I upset you!"
"I'm not your 'Momma' you pest. Go upstairs, and if I don't find my purse in the next five minutes, you're getting the cane,"
Obediently, I ran upstairs.
What was I thinking, saying Momma?!
They all hate me....
Maybe if I....
Nightmare said that you'd be with them soon.
Forever.
Maybe their world is better then yours, even if it's stuck inside that damned house.
"What are you thinking?!" I whispered angrily to myself, grabbing my stuffie and quickly hiding in my closet, even though I knew it would only make my mother angrier if she couldn't find her purse and me.
Bonnie.
That's the one who had the bunny ears, with the long hair?
And Chica was yellow, and Freddy was the brown bear, blue eyes?
Then Foxy was the red head!
That must have been the family that lived there when....
The other three came....
Or... Six?
No, Freddles stay with Freddy... Right?
No....
I don't know...
Maybe if I went back-
"What are you thinking?!" I screamed to myself in my head, clutching my stuffie close.
Next thing I knew, my mother was throwing open the door, yelling at me and hitting me over the head with her beating cane.
I curled up, clutching onto my stuffie, praying for the wrath to pass before it's open up anymore wounds.
It'll be okay.
It'll be okay.
It'll be okay.
And then everything went black.
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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...
