Male!Human!fnaf x female!reader (GO READ THE REWRITE)

They hear you (actually) sing.

((I edited the Goldie chapter so he's french now. *que french laughter* WRONG FANDOM FROG!))

You walked in with your headphones in.

Listening to that holy grail pandora.

Frick downloading crap.

It was 11:59 when Don't You Dare Forget the Sun by Get Scared came on.

You're gonna sing instead of rap.

"You're a mess tangled with your confidence
You think you haven't sinned
Well you're unstoppable
Your walls are impassable oh!
I think your better off looking alone
The girls that chase your hips can just go find their way home
And at the end of the day you think to yourself
My body isn't proud of me and so are the shells
Tell that I can change
Tell that I can change

Well I know your laying back
Contemplating your own death
Well just look at what you've done
Don't you dare forget the sun, love!"

It had turned twelve and the animatronics heard you singing. So naturally, they walked to the door. And watched you sing a song. Only Goldie had heard it before.

"The fille has a nice voice, non?"

The others nodded.

"Cold white walls keep you from your pad and pen
You wanna stab again
I can't believe it's half this hard
You never knew your mind was dark no!
The girls that chase your hips can just go find their way home
You can dig so deep for scars,
You never knew your mind was dark
Come on and breathe with me.
Breathe with oh!

Well I know your laying back
Contemplating your own death
Well just look at what you've done
Don't you dare forget the sun, love!"

The boys smiled at you. You seemed happy again. Of course,they DID kill your ex for you.

"Dear diary
Life is trying me
Can I get a sign?
Or a two of mind, a price of mind
Can I get a sign, can I get a sign?

Well I know your laying back
Contemplating your own death
Well just look at what you've done
Don't you dare forget the sun, love!
You look down on me so casually, in everything I know
You look down on me, but not right at me
Is it plain to see that life is trying me?

Life is trying me!
Life is trying
Can I think of something, gotta think of something!"

You finished the song and heard clapping. You turned around in the desk chair, taking out you headphones.

"Oh. Bonjour."

Goldie smiled. YAY FRENCH!

"You're a really good chanteur, amour." Teh french one said.

You blushed a bit.

"I'm not that good! I suck at singing!" You exclaimed. Protests were shouted to your statement.

Everyone started protesting. Chico came up and hugged you.

"You're great at singing, (y/n)." He said. Then he kissed you on the cheek. You were a smol bean so he had to lean down. You blushed even more.

"Thank... thank you Chico." You stuttered.

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That's all I'm writing. See y'all l8r.