Fuckin' Crazy (Funtime Freddy X Reader) ✅

Pockets Full Of Posie

She came in with a purpose.

That was the first thing Funtime Foxy noticed about (Name) on that fateful, notorious Saturday.

The second thing was, she looked like hell.

She was pale and thin and tired looking, with bags under her eyes and a restless aura about her. She came straight into the Funtime Auditorium, further surprising the fox.

She said nothing, neither of them did, as (Name) took a seat on the edge of her stage. Foxie felt no resentment towards the girl, not anymore. She didn't feel particularly strongly about anything anymore, really.

Not since the crippling reality check that came with her brutal indirect rejection.

She had no true meaning here. She was just a piece of scrap metal, belonging no where but in the hearts of small children- at least, of the ones she fucking killed.

It felt like yesterday when she finally realized just what exactly she was supposed to be doing with her existence. The voice in her head had been extremely vague, merely saying things like 'some children are off limits' and 'keep them entertained.' Then came the moment she first activated her voice copying ability.

Why would she need that, she wondered often.

Then she saw it.

Funtime Freddy was setting quite the example for his fellow animatronics. His hat would rise up for a few seconds and then come back down, and soon after he would lock his sights on some unsuspecting child. Then Ballora would distract everybody in the room and the chosen child would be gone.

That's also when Foxie discovered her role in all of this.

She considered it all a game, one big, sick game. She had no choice but to enjoy it. It was in her programming.

You watched the pink and white fox standing on the stage, staring at you with a far off look in her eyes.

You had already resigned yourself to your decisions.

You waited, patiently, for the female to snap out of her own thoughts. The mint ball in your mouth swished around, attempting to clear the taste of bile in your taste buds. Another morning of throwing up had awaited you.

Your hand clenched around your purse strap.

"It happened when Baby was on stage for the first time," Foxie finally began, a day you inclined your head to show you were listening.

"I don't know all of the details, as I was somewhere down the hall. There was one child in the room with her, as Freddy had deduced after his hourly head count. He found one child to be missing."

You felt an odd sense of deja vu, listening to this story. Foxie sat down, crossing her legs.

"You were there, with us. You would always be with Ballora, hanging off her every movement. We couldn't see you, at least not Freddy and I." It made sense. Freddy and Foxie were the main kidnappers, it seemed. Ballora was just a distraction. You were relatively safe with her.

The fox closed her eyes, reliving the experience. "Yes, you, Michael, and Elizabeth. You were just blank spots on our radar. The only reason Freddy could still scan for you was because he had learned to recognize the blank spots as one of you."

You, too, had closed your eyes. It was as if the memories were playing out for you, burned into your very eyelids. Foxie continued. "We heard Baby stop singing. It was a little while after you had left Balloras side to go and find your sister."

Yes, you remembered this. Briefly, but you could faintly recall. The chattering of the other kids down the hall. The relief you felt when you caught sight of your sister's brilliant gold hair.

"There was a scream. The kids only ignored it, assuming it was just an excited child."

Her eyes opened, staring at you. You stared back. "They asked for your statement. Why didn't you say anything? We would have been scrapped, set free from this hell..."

You merely stood, rubbed the fox's head. Then you turned and left.

---

Aftons car wasn't in the parking lot.

You didn't know how to feel about that.

But it didn't really matter, anyway. You weren't so naive as to think you would never be seeing him again. That was just, put simply, impossible.

But you could just live, just the two of you, for a little longer.

The small flame burned brightly on the edge of the matchstick. You shielded it from the light rain with a hand.

A ghost of a smile made its way on to your face. Maybe, he would find peace and forgive you.

You tossed the match onto the dripping gas puddle inside the main lobby area.

Taking a step back as the flames shot up, eating away at the walls with startling speed, you backed into the doorway and watched. Thick smoke filled your nostrils. You held your breath and stepped out.

"I love you," You whispered as you watched from afar as the flames danced higher and higher into the sky, listening to the crackling.

Your phone dropped into the mud as soon as you heard the faint sirens blaring in the distance.

Without a single glance back, you patted your stomach when you got into your car. A small smile lit up your face.

"I guess it's just me and you."

They would be free now.

Fin.