Fuckin' Crazy (Funtime Freddy X Reader) ✅

She Burns Inside

So, sequel or no sequel? I have ideas but I'm not sure if I should act on them.

You hunched over the toilet bowl one morning, completely emptying you guts inside the porcelain chamber. Your mouth burned with acid, and no amount of tooth brushing sessions would change that, it seemed.

You had only woken up a few minutes ago. That's how early this shit had started. You were sure you had not eaten anything you weren't supposed to.

And it just so happened to be the day you decided to finally go to work and face your demons. Coincidence? You thought not.

But coincidence or no coincidence, you still had responsibilities. You were eighteen, not eight, dammit, and you had to learn to square up against your problems before they get too big. Too bad you were so late to start fighting now.

It was raining, a type of weather you usually loved, but at that moment it seemed to reflect you melancholy mood. You hurried to work on foot, as you wanted to stall and prolong the inevitable.

Too bad life seemed to be against you, and you got there in record time.

Instead of going straight underground, you walked down the opposite hallway towards your bosses office. He wasn't there, not that early, as you had noticed his work pattern over the month you had been there.

Using a Bobby pin from your hair, you kneeled in front of his door and picked at the lock for a good five minutes before it nudged open with a click.

"I didnt think that would actually work," you admitted to yourself while standing up and entering the room, being sure to close the door behind you.

You spared a glance around the small area. A desk, a chair, barren walls and a few potted plants. Nothing too suspicious. You moved further in.

At his desk, you checked every drawer. Half of them were locked, so you performed a special trick on them that made them slide right open. You banged twice and kicked the bottom of the desk, something you used to do a lot as a child.

You found pictures. A lot of them.

There was one of a beautiful (Hair Color) woman, smiling brilliantly at the camera. Her (Eye Color) eyes seemed to know a whole lot more than they should have. There were a few more, most of them of her, some with a man who you assumed to be a younger William Afton in them as well.

Stuffing half the pictures into your purse, you checked the other drawers.

There were news articles. Lots of them. One in particular caught your eye.

Young girl gone missing from her own birthday party!

It is reported by worried mother Lisia Carmody that her daughter, Elizabeth Carmody Afton, has gone missing during her eighth birthday. Elizabeth's elder sister, (First Name) Carmody, claims to recall nothing out of the ordinary. Father William Afton-

And then the article just stops, cut off ridgedly.

You knew what this was. It was the day your sister died.

Why didn't you say anything? It was like a puzzle, one with a bunch of mismatching pieces. One that nobody could ever truly solve.

One thing was for sure, though. Whatever really happened on that day, it was one hundred percent William Aftons fault, father or no.

You were stuffing the rest of the newspaper clippings into your purse when there was the noise of a throat being cleared in the doorway. Your head jerked up.

"If you wanted to know, all you had to do was ask," William Afton said with that strange smile of his. You stood up straighter.

"It was probably your fault," you said casually. He stayed in the doorway.

"I know." He said this simply, even with the grimace on his face. "I lost something so dear to me on that day... And I didn't even know it until it was too late."

"You created them to be like that." It wasn't a question. His silence was enough of a reply for you.

"They were supposed to ignore you," Afton said after a moment of silence. "They had specific instructions to leave you be. I even programmed your faces into their 'restricted' list, so you would be literally invisible to them."

"I guess it didn't work as well as you'd planned." Nothing more was said. You decided it was time to leave.

"I think it's best if I go."

He said nothing, but he did move out of your way to let you leave. He didnt seem to mind you taking the newspapers.

"I hope you realize," he called after you. You paused in the middle of the hall. He continued. "Your mother had to go. She was too much. At least she had given me you guys, even if it was only for a few years. You know how it goes..." You knew the rest.

"You can't," you said. And then you just continued on your way out the front doors without looking back.

Maybe he can't stop this. But I can.