Can I make you love again? Fnaf Golden FreddyXAbused!Reader (RETURNED!)

Part 28: Good night

Nobody's POV
You felt comfort. You felt the warm embrace of your blanket around you, and the same essence you always felt in your room. There was no sound, only silence. It was haunting, yet peaceful. You were at peace.
That was until, you realized, you were unable to move. To open your eyes. You were frozen. You weren't able to open your mouth, to speak, to scream, to pray you can finally get out. The familiar essence began to disappear, and instead of the comfort you felt like you were trapped, in this serious of hauntings around you.
"Wake up (Y/N)" you could hear a deep voice say.
"Join us, (Y/N)" one slightly softer voice said.
"We just want to play" a female voice said.
You begged yourself to wake up, this has to be a nightmare! There's no actuality this could be true, was there?
"You're destiny awaits, (Y/N). Now let's see if you can last it." A different voice said, smooth, yet taunting. Strangely familiar, like an old friend.
Finally, your eyes snapped open and you jolted up. You sighed as you looked through your room. The same bed, same closet, same everything. What a dream... You thought. Yet you had this feeling deep inside, you were being watched, but you shrugged it off.
"You should have learned to listen to those feelings, (Y/N)..."
"And when do we start?!"
"Patience my friend, patience is key."
"He never was the best one at that""
"Hush. We must not arise suspicion. She has yet to realize we are here."
The two voices disappeared.
"Interesting girl, is she not? Yet so naive. Pulled into what she did not wish, not realizing it was all set out before her.
Oh yes, I know you're reading this.
I thought we were thrown into the abyss. Ideas the writer had but didn't understand how to...execute.
Well, she does now.
Who am I?
Oh, don't you worry.
You know me much more then you may think.
Or possibly, you've already figured it out.
And don't worry, nothing will happen to your precious puppet in this story.
That's what they are, aren't they?
Puppets all in ones imagination.
What is yours? Lilian? Mary? Maybe even a male and you ignore the pronouns in this? Oh, I know the writers. Hers is Joy. A sweet girl, short, with green hair and yellow eyes. Yes, made when the writers was younger and she...stuck. But you don't care about that, do you? You just care about the character you created. Or did you put yourself in this story?
To play in your own fan fiction?
Hm.
Maybe not.
Maybe there's more to this then even I could understand.
But for now,
Sleep.
Rest.
Don't overwork yourself, now.
We wouldn't want something...
Bad happening to you, now would we?
Of course not...
Maybe you're tired of me talking.
Very well.
We will meet again soon,
And we shall see what fate lies ahead of your little puppet.
Exciting, is it not?"