Insomnia (FNaF x Reader) (Discontinued)

Five

You sat bolt upright, screaming. It was the first time you had ever done so; usually you awoke sweating and silent. Not this time, no; the scream had worked it's way from your throat, echoing the otherwise empty house.

In a panic you checked your arm. Nothing. Of course there would have been nothing; it was all just a nightmare.

There is no fucking way I'm going back to sleep now.

What was that... that thing?

Shaking you slid out of your bed, head pounding from screaming so loudly. You silently padded your way downstairs and eyed the clock on the stovetop. Four am. It wasn't too terrible, save for the awful dream. Just a few hours before school.

The nightmare had certainly woken you up, at least.

Still, you felt like you were in a total daze as you made a pot of coffee. Your head spun wildly, unable to get those horrible mental images out of your mind.

God, that thing was fucking terrifying... but a metal arm? Where do I come up with this bullshit?

Sitting down in the living room you sipped the coffee in silence. You didn't want to disturb the peace in the house.

You hadn't gotten the best look at whatever Freddy had turned into; you were far too distracted by the razor-like teeth being shoved in your face. There had been pain, and it had all felt so vividly real, you were nonetheless shocked to find that your arm was perfectly fine.

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Teddy lay awake that same morning, being too agitated by his own dreams to go back to sleep. But, unlike you, he knew all about his dreams and what they had meant.

It's my turn to find... something. Anything. Whatever gets us back to the way things used to be.

But... do I want to go back?

This thought made him sit up, staring at his hands. His very human hands.

I miss entertaining, sure. And I miss the kids. But... do I miss all those lonely nights? The bloodshed?

I don't think I do.

He slid out of his bed, frowning as he got dressed for the day. It was hardly six in the morning, and his head thumped in pain. He wondered vaguely if you had managed to get any sleep that night, and guessed that it was going to be a no. Nonetheless, he grabbed his cell phone and began to text you, hoping you would be alert enough to respond. [Are you awake?]

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The sound of your phone going off made you pause. Who the hell would be bothering you so early? But checking the message, it was no wonder. Of course Teddy would be the type to check up on you. [Unfortunately] you responded.

[Can we talk?]

Ugh. You were in no mood to have a full blown conversation with someone, but you had the feeling he wouldn't have let it go so easily. [Sure. You calling me or just texting?]

When there was no immediate response, you frowned. Had he changed his mind? But you saw his front door open from the window and realized that, no, he wanted a face to face conversation.

God damn it.

He knocked just loud enough to be heard, and you opened your door without a smile. Truth be told, you rarely smiled anymore, but that wasn't the point.

Teddy, on the other hand, grinned a little bit, feeling sheepish. "I'm sorry if I woke you up," he murmured, and you just shook your head, stepping aside to let him in. He waited until the door was closed again before speaking up. "I... I know I said that my brother gets nightmares, but I do too. I was hoping you'd let me vent for a little bit. You don't have to say anything about it, I wouldn't expect you to understand me."

This was mildly intriguing. Raising an eyebrow you gestured towards the sofa in the living room. Grateful, the male sank into it, sighing and looking down at his hands. "What's up?" you asked, a little bit more interested now.

Maybe I should tell him about my own dream...

Wait, what? Fuck that! I'm not talking to this guy about some nightmare I had involving his older brother!

"I... I miss where I used to live. A lot. We all do. But we were... forced to leave, and... now we're just trying to look for a way back. I keep dreaming of being so damn close to it, and then it gets pulled away from me at the last minute." Teddy rambled on and on about missing his old place, and yet being confused as to whether or not he really wanted to go back.

You felt a little obligated to speak, even if he had said he only wanted to vent. "If you're so unsure about going back, why did you leave in the first place?"

He hesitated. "It... it disappeared. The... the town kind of... fell apart. And none of us could find work, so we just... left." Teddy shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. You had the sensation that he wasn't being completely honest, but you didn't press the subject.

"So, again... you're so unsure about wanting to go back?"

"I like things the way they are now. I'm not... I'm not as lonely." This made your heart sink a tiny bit. Was he talking about his parents? You couldn't help but notice the lack of any sort of parental figure, except for maybe Freddy, who acted very mature for being in his twenties... or so you assumed. "But," he went on, "I can't help but just... hate it too." He looked down at his hands as he spoke, as though he wanted nothing more than to go back.

You sighed and didn't speak anymore; you weren't sure what to say anyway.

"I know what you're thinking," the younger male murmured after a few minutes of silence. "You're thinking I'm an idiot for wanting to go back to a place that doesn't even exist. Right?"

You were a little stunned at the accusation and shook your head. "No, not at all."

"Well, it's the truth. I'm a fucking idiot for wanting to go back," he spat, standing up and storming out your front door, slamming it shut and leaving you to wonder just what the hell had happened.