Insomnia (FNaF x Reader) (Discontinued)

One

The day was a gorgeous one. The sun shone with its usual brilliance, and there was a faint breeze in the air, just enough to make the passing grassland ripple in waves in the broad daylight.

He fucking hated it.

He was hanging out of the passenger side window. It was a neat little SUV, honestly, black and always kept clean. Always. It honestly sometimes got on his nerves how meticulous the other could be, but hadn't he always been that way?

From the driver's side he could feel eyes on him, piercing blue ones. A good contrast to their naturally darker skin tone. Being this way, it had evidently made them rather attractive. In their own ways.

He didn't much care for how he was being watched. With a sigh he sat back in the cushy seat and glared ahead. "What?" he asked, sullen and moody.

"You've been like this for the entire drive," the older male murmured quietly. "What's on your mind?"

"What's the name of this new town?" Did it matter? It was just another place. Another way to start over. How many times had they been through this? How many times would he be forced to go through it?

"We're almost there," the other reasoned, trying to smile and succeeding far better than the younger male would have. "But... you know it's your turn this time."

"I know. I know it's my turn! I fucking know it's my turn, Freddy!" Teddy's thinly veiled irritation had finally broken out, as he began to shout at the older male. It couldn't be helped. "You don't have to keep on telling me all this shit when I already know!"

Freddy's face began to shift, frowning deeply. He didn't much care for the cursing, and Teddy knew it. That was why he had spoken the way he had: to get it through Freddy's skull. His grip on the steering wheel tightened, tanned knuckles going white as he struggled not to shout back. "I'm just reminding you," he spoke softly. His voice and calm demeanor disguised his own temper. "We're all tired of this, Teddy. There's no need to lash out."

"Fuck you," the younger male spat.

"Teddy--"

"No! Freddy, why do we keep doing this?! We're stuck like this, don't you get it?! Why do we keep looking for something when we don't even know what we're looking for?!" The silence that followed was a painful one. But Teddy was right, and Freddy knew it. They didn't know what they were doing, wandering the way they were.

But Gold insisted.

Heaving another sigh, Teddy frowned a little. "Sorry. I... I didn't mean to scream at you like that. What's the new town?"

"Redmond. It's a calm little place, we can stay there for a bit while we search." Freddy was focused on driving, he always was. He was the safest one, even if there were several vehicles amongst themselves, Teddy still preferred Freddy's quietness as opposed to Foxy's nonstop chattering. "Are you certain you're up for this?"

"Like you said, it's my turn to look." His tone didn't make it very convincing, but Teddy knew he didn't have a choice.

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With aching eyes you sat up. It was almost eleven in the morning and you had been trying to fall asleep for God knew how long. Your head pounded as you slid out of the bed and onto the hardwood floor, ignoring the pain and your general state of disorder. Wandering downstairs you were greeted with... no one.

Of course. Your parents were away on vacation. You, on the other hand, may have been in high school but were apparently deemed old enough to housesit.

Housesit for what? We don't have any pets, not even a fucking goldfish.

Cranky, you brewed a pot of coffee, hoping the magical bean juice might keep you awake and alert enough to get through the rest of the day. You highly doubted it, but one could hope.

Staring into the depths of the coffee cup in your hand ten minutes later, you sighed. How long were you going to go through this? How long were you going to go between not sleeping for ages, and having night terrors?

Night terrors my ass. They feel real enough to me.

Night terrors were what the specialist had called them, anyway. Dreams brought on by stress, most likely. Your mother had scoffed at that; you were seventeen, what did you know about stress?

Glaring at the black coffee you frowned. Your mother. She never seemed to believe you, never saw you as enough for her. Nothing you did was good enough, so by the time you had reached your senior year you had given up, opting to do just enough work to pass your classes.

The sleep deprivation had a lot to do with your schoolwork not being finished. You were smarter than she liked to make you out to be, you were just sick of her bullshit.

I get it, Mom. You wanted a boy.

Still glaring you drank your coffee in one shot, wincing as the hot liquid ran down your throat. Pouring a second you took it into the living room and sank into the sofa. The sound of engines outside drones on, though one slowed to a crawl across the street. Curious, you peeled back the curtain, eyeing the slick black SUV that had pulled into the driveway.

That house was just sold. Guess they're our new neighbors.

The first thing you realized was that, in Redmond at least, it was small enough to be big news when someone new moved in. There were rumors that several houses had been purchased at nearly the same time but gossip was like pollen in the spring: plentiful and irritating to one's senses.

Guess I get to take a peek at our neighbors before my parents can spy on them.

Judgemental would have been the textbook definition of your parents, and you were, in a way, secretly glad that they weren't around for this.

The first thing you saw was a... top hat? The driver was actually wearing a top hat, though he removed it and set it back into the vehicle as he got out. He was decent-looking, for an older guy, probably in his late twenties. His eyes looked pale blue, even from a distance, and they stood out against his tanned skin.

The passenger side door opened just as the driver opened the trunk. Sure enough there were some boxes inside, and the driver began taking them into the house as his passenger stretched and peered around at the new neighborhood.

He's kinda cute...

It was a teenager, or in the very least he looked like one. He was similar to the driver, in that he had tan skin and blue eyes, though his hair had an orange-ish tone that the other didn't. They must have been related in some way.

His eyes met with yours for only a moment and you jolted, pissed at having been seen as you pulled away from the window again, focusing instead on your coffee.

You didn't see him smile.