Your POV
Once you were in your new room, casting a free glanced around, you went to your bed, not even going to bother with the thought of dinner or a shower for the time, to tired from the beatings and the confusing fact of Kyle, you flopped on your bed and was out in minutes.
Fredbear's POV
"Any ideas?" I asked, glancing among the rest of my colleagues.
Nightmares missing, as usually. Stupid boy can't even get in touch with us anymore.
"Well, we're stuck here, so we can't do that that much, Fredbear." Chica reasoned, shrugging.
"You seem like you don't care," I spoke, cutting off the others. I wanted to hear what she'd say, does she still want her freedom?
She's been the most persistent about it as of late.
"I do care. Very much. But I also know to care for her well being other then controlling her." Chica tried to explain. "If she wants us to know, she'll tell us."
Nightmares POV
"Who did that to you?!" I asked, not at all hiding the fact that it ticked me off, someone hurting what I've made clear, at least here, to not be hurt.
"Nobody...." (Y/n) responded, putting her hand where I had left my marks upon her neck the past two nights. I moved to her, grabbing her arms softly and pulling her close.
"(Y/n).... I know you're lying...." I spoke low, cool and calm. Trying to get whoever it was, whatever their name was.
All I needed was a name. Then I could do anything I wanted to them-
"Nightmare, just.... I heard about... Kyle,"
"He almost hurt you, (Y/n)! I couldn't just let him walk away-"
"Did you do it for me? Or because you showed yourself to him?" She asked, furrowing her brow, seeming unsure of the fact as to why she was even asking.
"Both, my darlin'. It was both," I told her, pulling her close and moving some hair away from her face before softly kissing her eyebrow, over the black eye. "I don't want you hurting," I murmured, has I made her dreamscape change, turning to something more relaxing and pleasing to her tastes. Not just the cold and most of the time empty seeming rooms.
Without much more speaking, she clung onto me lightly, nuzzling into my chest, softly speaking in a hushed whisper.
"Okay, Nightmare..."
"My lil' darlin'," I softly growled, soothing, before humming and nuzzling into her hair, tracing her back in a pattern.
We'd be fine.
I'll make sure of it.
No.
Matter.
What.
Plushtrap POV
Everyone's arguing.
They do this a lot.
I've never fully understood it, but, right now, I'm trying to take care of (Y/n)s eye. She's fast asleep, just like Nightmare is. If I could bet anything, he's probably in her dreams! I'm not sure what he's doing, but maybe it'll help convince her they all care, even if it's just the symbols!
....
Speaking of those, I don't fully know what they are. Freddy and Chica found out about them, I wanna say 22 years ago, about 5 years after they died. Now, I don't know what's right or what's wrong, but I'm not sure if it's right to use (Y/n) the way most of them are planning to.
If MareMare does disobey BearBear and get attached to her.... Then everything can be good!
I don't think I want her to die just to free the others, I think her dying is a bad sign.
Is me thinking that a bad thing...?
Or am I right?
Well, either one it is, I can't really ask anyone about it, now can I, anyways?
Last I heard, they were thinking about letting Fredbear follow her to school.
That's dangerous, for many reasons, but I won't think them today. Or tomorrow.
......Or probably ever.
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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...
