Funtimes Never Die: F.Freddy x Reader #1

Twenty-Four: Time Off

You ventured through the hanging wires that resided in the most darkest part of the Breaker Room, carefully examining your path as you searched for Freddy. He was still blubbering, but it was so hard to see or make him out. Despite his white coat, the darkness swallowed them both, therefore, making you work to find your fearful friend.

"Freddy...?" you called out softly, yet it was less a whisper and more of a coo, a softness to your voice that you hoped would coax him to you. Yet, all he had done was move more, scuttling about the dark as he whined. He really was upset. "Freddy...we need to talk, but I promise everything is okay..." you told him, closing your eyes as you pushed through more wires. Surprisingly the room was larger than you would think from the front of the room. The first time you were back here, you had only been closer to the front, but now that you were venturing beyond the sparking entrance, it seemed a little more unwelcoming then anything else. Freddy's playground of darkness. That sure does make someone feel happy and playful doesn't it? You sighed. You took a second to catch yourself after tripping on a wire that lay on the floor. You huffed and pushed it away.

"Y-You shouldn't be back here...you can easily get hurt..."

You looked around. He was talking to you at least, showing somewhat concern for you, however, you were still determined to pull him out of his playground. "Freddy, really, we should both go—"

"Why should I-I leave this darkness? Why do you want to see a k-k-killer like me?" He mumbled weakly, his words breaking here and there. They definitely gave her the idea of him crying.

She sighed and stood against a wire, holding to it for support. "Freddy, you're my friend, and not a killer. Not purposely at least. Please, we just need to rest and talk stuff out. Hell—"

Freddy huffed.

"I mean...Sorry, really, we probably should just relax some and just talk. We could relax together, if that makes it better?" You cooed, hoping your offer would suit his poor self. If you could get him to relax he'd be more willing to talk later about the situation. Maybe, how to avoid it when it happened again.

"How will...we relax together..?" He asked weakly. He shuddered and whimpered.

You shrugged your shoulders. "We can take a nap together, if it helps you calm down." You   nodded, recalling how parents would get their children to sleep off their fusses during their younger years. "When I was little, I took naps when I was upset, and then when I woke up, I felt a lot better." You nodded. "Maybe we both can sleep our fuss away."

Freddy hummed softly, the idea did have his attention greatly. After all, his major crush for you had played part in his need to do just as you said. Sleeping with you in his arms didn't sound bad at all, as if you were his stuffed animal. As long as you weren't mad at him and willing to be near him, maybe he could give it a go. Yet, the images he was able to collage together through the blurriness of the memory of almost killing you haunted him. He was still afraid. What if you were mad but just not showing it? He just had to know...

With a shaky sigh, Freddy nodded carefully. "Y-Y...You promise you're not mad...?" He asked weakly. Now his poor blue eyes were lighting up in the dark, looking at her with worry and fear. He waited patiently for that dreadful answer. What if she didn't promise? What if she flat out told him? Was he going to lose her for good...?

You nodded and cooed. "I promise I'm not mad." You held out your hand, waiting for him to join you.

Freddy sighed softly with a small relief, yet he still was rather cautious. He didn't want to mess up anything he already had with you, or the future moments he wished to have.

After a minute of silence, you felt his cold fingers touch your palm, then hold to your hand as you did the same to his. You listened as he joined your side, then carefully led you out of the wires. This time, you didn't trip. You walked beside him, before noticing the sparks start to light up the area little by little, making him more visible. You sighed quietly, thankful to see he was at least himself again.