Your POV
You nibbled on the rest of the crackers you had once you had dragged yourself from your closet, slowly getting dressed, trying to ignore the pain. Has you got downstairs, you slowly left the house, walking.
This isn't good. Why am I heading this way, why do I, I'm going-
Fazbear Manor....
You looked up at the house, looking at the different windows.
The curtains and blinds you didn't notice before.
The way the door is arched and beautifully carved....
Everything was so simple.
So elegant.
You could remember the old stories about the hauntings and the little boy that would be seen looking out the windows, usually in the evening.
And speak of the devil, their he was, if only for a second.
He reminded you of Plushtrap, but, someone else was with him.
Who...?
Oh Lord, you knew that face.
From your dream.
Nightmares POV
He can see her watching.
The way she's watching the windows, like waiting for something out there.
The way she tensed when seeing him and Plushtrap in the window.
Oh yes, he knows she saw them.
Hello, darling.
I knew you'd come soon.
Your POV
Before you could be sure it was them, you heard a car stop behind you.
Quickly whipping around, you saw one of the football players getting out of the car. Quickly stepping back and away, your back hit the side of the fence, a small squeak escaping.
"Heeeyyy, (Y/n), looking like you enjoyed last night in the horror house, eh?
Why don't I come join you tonight and we can, I don't know, get the bed squeaking," Kyle growled, wiggling his eyebrows, slowly following her.
"S-stay away, Kyle," You said, throat constricted from fear, trying to get past the fence, quickly trying to shuffle to the door.
"Aw, don't run away now, (Y/n), we can have fun~" He remarked, chasing after her steadily and slow.
You got to the door, trying to get it open when it felt like it opened beneath your hands, you falling into it slightly, ending up tripping onto the couch.
Nightmares POV
Has soon as she stepped inside,
He moved, covering the door and snarling at the boy, in his human form.
Oh, Fredbear would be so mad at him, but at the moment, he couldn't care.
"I suggest you run away now boy," He snapped, baring his teeth.
The seemingly drunken Kyle jolted, turning and yelping, running back to the car.
He cast a glance to the girl, who was now looking at him with wide eyes.
With a sly grin, he growled smoothly,
"Well hello there darlin'~"
Your POV
"Now he knows we're here too, you idiot.
And stop calling her darling, I said no funny business." Fredbear's voice laced through the room, his human hand appearing next to your face on the couch, making you shrink back against the cushions.
"Big brother, big brother, always the kill joy." Nightmare growled, watching him with cold eyes for the time.
"P-please don't hurt me.... I-I c-came," You sputtered out, trying to make yourself smaller then you already were.
"That's true enough," Fredbear remarked, barely moving back, still watching his younger brothers wide set playful grin. "Don't do anything funny, Nightmare. Or else we'll have a problem,"
"Me? Funny? Pshf, when would I ever?" Nightmare responded, seeming undignified, but glanced to you, sending you a small wink. "Just ask my darlin'!"
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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...
