Your POV
You felt yourself say the name before you turned around, even if you didn't realize it came from your mouth. You couldn't tell WHERE it came from,
So this is what they did instead of Fredbear, they sent Plushtrap, they sent a KID.
Quickly trying to find where the voice came from, scrambling across the hallway, listening again.
Come on Plushtrap, we need to get home,
Plushtrap POV
I heard her call, but I couldn't get much else out, being held onto by my ears like I was.
They were saying I was a freak. A little monster. Some we're watching me with pity.
I knew it was a bad idea, I knew it was, I knew it was, I knew it was, I'm not a bad kid, I'm not, I swear I'm not,
I felt tears stinging my eyes, and I kicked my legs, letting out a half hearted yelp as they yanked my ears. This is what this place turned into then-
"Please, HELP ME!" I cried weakly, the older kids laughing around me.
"Look at this little punk,"
"He's a little freak,"
"Look at those ears-"
"And he doesn't look like he's had a bath in YEARS,"
All the statements being met with laughter.
Your POV
You heard him again.
You ran that way, turning a corner and seeing the ring of the kids, some lanky, some more heavier set.
Seems everyone always likes to pick on the ones that are smaller then them.
"H-hey!" You tried to sound sure of yourself, failing horribly. A few glanced way, but none paid you much mind, turning their attention back to the small 'freak' in front of them.
"Maybe we should go set him up downstairs in my mum's basement?"
"Nah, let's go put him under my aunt's hood and turn the car on!"
"What about, instead of that, we lock him in my attic!"
Before anyone could agree, and right has you opened your mouth to yell, Plushtrap twisted, biting into the hand of his captor.
From the look of it, it must have hurt, but then again, he's dead!
....right...?
The man holding him yelped, dropping him quick, someone yelling, "STOMP ON THE LITTLE ASSHOLE."
Without a word, he got to you, running behind you.
Oh no, oh no oh no,
Before any of them could yell at you to move and grab him, you whipped around, picking him up and running off has fast has you could, feeling him cling onto your form. Even if you weren't the fastest, for now, you were safe. And so was Plushtrap. After a few minutes, you slowed down, almost home. You glanced down to the little boy in your arms, who was now shaking quite a bit and who had yet to say a word.
"Hey," You nuzzled him lightly, trying to see if his ears were okay.
"A-......am I a freak....? A monster...?" He asked, slowly looking up to you with large, fear laden eyes.
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The Hope of Tomorrow: FNaF 4 x Reader
Fiksi Penggemar(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...
