Once you had your mind in order, you dared to sit up again, taking your glance around.
Not much seemed all that different from earlier, except that when you got to your mirror, along with your bed head and tired eyes, your neck had a quite new array of markings, even if they'd be easy to hide.
With a small squeak, you let your head basically fall and hit your new vanity, your hand tracing one absently, a small goofy smile getting on your face without realizing.
He is really tall.... And he does like me....
STOP THIS IS WRONG.
But.... It doesn't really seem all THAT wrong...
Were you really just arguing with yourself about this?!
"Yep..." You said to yourself, sitting up and rolling your eyes, only to jump slightly when you saw a pair of eyes watching you from the doorway, even if they were down near the ground. "Hello?"
Less then a second later, all three Freddles had darted to you and started climbing up your legs and into your lap. Even with their shakey nature, they were still somewhat.... Adorable?
What is wrong with you?
So many things,
You gathered them up, standing and setting them down on your bed, getting a jacket to temporarily cover the marks and make sure your scars didn't show, then gathering the Freddles back up and going to see what you might could scrounge up to eat today-
And that's when it hit you.
Oh. It's Monday.
"Well bend me backwards and fuck me till Friday,..."
"Wouldn't mind if I di- OW" Once again, Bonnie was the one who had to be whacked by the much smaller blondie.
"Be nice," Chica advised, but also cast you a look, her eyes saying it all.
Be careful what you say.
I think I've learned that.
"And (Y/n)? I used to be a grade A cook back when I was still breathing and all, so if you want anything made fresh once we get some power in here again, I can do that for you," Chica chirped, trying to make the best out of all of this.
"That sounds amazing, Chica, but for now, what time is it?"
"Time for you to get a watch," Fredbear huffed, happening to be passing by.
"Smart ass!" You called after him, crossing your arms.
"Lass, the time be somewhere right past nine," Foxy announced, sliding down the banister from upstairs.
"Nine?! Shit!" You groaned, bending your knees slightly and almost falling back. "I'm so laaaaaaate!"
"To what?" Plushtrap squeaked, poking head around the corner.
"Er..... School?" You waved slightly to the door before stopping.
Oh yeah. He's probably to young, he probably didn't even go to school yet when he was alive... Oops.
"Do you actually like that crap? It's annoying and all the teachers and kids act like they know everything when they're all just walking talking bags of stupidity," Bonnie advised, for once sounding somewhat smart. "But then again, I'm an idiot know it all, so don't take it from me."
You face palmed, sighing. Well, that's one way to do it.
"You should stay here and keep working on the symbols," Fredbear growled, glancing back to you and the few others around you.
"....Just because you said that, I'm gonna go. You don't control me, fucker." You growled, before going back to your room, pausing.
"Why did I just agree to go to school willingly...." You whined to yourself, plopping down.
There's gonna be a hell of a lot worse then here.
But let's go......
After getting dressed, you headed out.
And while you were out and about, you couldn't help but hear about what happened to Kyle. Apparently he seemed like he'd been mauled by some wild animal while he had passed out in his car. He was in the hospital. People said he was making a slow recovery, but they weren't sure if he'd actually be sane by the end of it.
The only person you could think of that could do something like that weaseled in your mind.
Nightmare, what did you do...?
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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...
