Funtimes Never Die: F.Freddy x Reader #1

Twenty-Three: Pleasure

Your phone's screen was lit with the bright numbers of the time, which of course was a late 9:30 PM. The restaurant had closed an hour ago, or at least what felt like an hour ago. Maybe 30 minutes...? Who cares. To you, it was still early that Tuesday night, considering you were staying with the animatronics now. Every night you were mostly awake for a few more hours, or sleeping in the Breaker Room, anyway.

You were helping finish a few tables for your boss, hoping he'd notice your efforts over any suspicion he might have about you and the robots. Perhaps, he'd raise your salary 5% because he was so proud of your hard work, and you'd start making enough to purchase McDonalds everyday.

Oh, wait. You didn't. Like the restaurant, you were closed to the world outside when the clock struck closing time. No McDonalds for you anymore, or for now at least. Your mind began to wander as you thought about being part of the place due to your deal with the animatronics. I'm part of the attraction itself it seems. When the place shuts down, so do I. When the animatronics leave, then I go, too. Almost like...I'm one of them.

"You missed a spot."

You looked up from the table you were rubbing down with a worn rag, and you turned your lost gaze to the man who spoke. "Oh, evening Mr. Afton." You stood straight and held the rag as you laughed a little. "I honestly may have. There's a bunch of tables." Way to be obvious. You watched the older man slowly approach you, holding a lit cigar in his mouth. Funny, the place was smoke free. Thankfully, despite you knowing this man was obviously a murderer in disguise, you were capable of keeping your cool as have always done prior to finding out his dark history.

He chuckled, and Afton gave you a gentle pat on the shoulder. "Don't worry about it, kid." He sighed and looked around. "I need you to check on something for me," he muttered after a moment of quiet, but awkward silence.

You tilted your head and raised an eyebrow. What could he possibly need me to look into? "Sure thing, sir. What about?" You rubbed your hands on your shorts to get off the bubbling soap from the rag. After that, you pushed your stray hairs out of your face.

Afton hummed and held his chin as he stared at the closed curtains of the main stage. He squinted. "I need you to test his functions, such as responding to sounds and of course a few more electrical tests." He clicked his tongue, before reaching for his pockets, dipping his hands in and leaving his thumbs out. "Maybe even see if he's following the right code he's been given."

Your skin crawled with shivering goosebumps. You bit your lip and tried not to show off your tense appearance. "Oh, sure. What do you suppose is the problem? Has he been malfunctioning?" You directed your full attention to your employer, hoping to find out what was wrong through his expression. Yet, part of you wondered: did he know what Freddy had done that day? I wonder if he had already planned for each of them to kill on scheduled days, you thought curiously, but you pushed your thoughts away so you were focused on your boss.

Afton mumbled a little, before shrugging slightly and giving you a comfortable, tired look. "It's nothing you can't handle, I'm sure. He's been fine, though I think some of his servos have been keeping him from performing correctly, such as him responding to queues. I just need you to try and fix that on your shift tonight."

You hummed and nodded slowly. Your stomach curled at the thought of trying to 'fix' Freddy's behavior, at least from what Mr. Afton was describing. You figured what the murderous man was trying to hide was the fact he knew Freddy did not kill a child today, which he wanted. He has to have these things planned, there is no way. He has to keep them in order somehow.

However, there was a slight chance Freddy was actually having technical issues that weren't revolved around murdering kids. Maybe he was seeing something you weren't? Perhaps Freddy had a small bug that seemed unnoticeable to you from the stage, maybe a little twitch from time to time that you happen to miss. It was either the fact he knew Freddy didn't fulfill his job today, or he was actually struggling to perform correctly. "I'll be happy to check in on Freddy's behavioral functions, sir," you said at last, confirming your task. "I'll tell you more about it tomorrow and if he's well!"