(Y/N)'s POV
"No, no, and for the last time NO. You can't follow me to school!" They had tried being sneaky about it. As soon as I walked out of the door, I saw him following. Not very good at sneaking in the day light.
"(Y/N), you're going to get hurt." Fredbear said, arms crossed. "I don't care! It won't be exactly normal for me to have a body guard following me! Besides, it's. my. Life." I was starting to realize how I'm perfectly matching that rebellious teenager stage.
"You aren't normal anymore (Y/N). And we are part of your life now." I was fuming. "No. You are part of my life HERE and ONLY HERE. Now, stay!" I stormed out, slamming the door behind me.
Chica looked at Fredbear. "New plan?" "New plan."
I stormed to school, still absolutely pissed. I took a deep breath, calming myself. Okay, cool it (Y/N). They're just trying to help. But I can't have them following me everywhere! I groaned. Why me? I went through the school day again. Just as bad. Maybe a bit better. Then came lunch.
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I which I got ranch and milk poured all over me. Oh lookie, queen bitch wants more revenge. I could hear people laughing, but I just sighed. This is why I keep extra clothes at school. I got up, walking out and to my locker. I looked at myself in the mirror. Maybe I do need help...
I got it off as best I could and changed as the bell rang. Great. Guess I'm going without lunch. I went to art class. This was my favorite. The teacher was fairly strict, not too much so, but enough to keep the class under control. We were told to draw something that you know you will have to face in the future, but not in a straight forward way.
I started spacing out into my own thoughts, and about everything that happened. About being chased, about the binds, everything. It was scary, in all truth. Knowing their fate rests on my shoulders. Suddenly, something snapped me out of it.
"(Y/n)!" Mrs. Jackson said, tapping my shoulder. "We are announcing are works. What's this?" I blinked and looked down, not noticing I had made something similar to one of the nightmares, not sure exactly who, with chains on them. "What does it represent?" I gulped. Okay...make something up! "...Responsibilities you have now, that you will have to carry, even if it scares you and you try to block it out."
She nodded. "Very good. Now," she continued asking students. I kept drawing. After a few more periods, I was getting ready to head out of school,
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When I heard "HELP!" From a familiar voice.
"PLUSHTRAP!"
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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...
