Discontinued-My Nightmare (Nightmare Fedbear x Guitarist Reader)

Chapter 1

YOUR P.O.V.

My name is (Y/F/N). I'm 19, and the guitarist and lead singer, songwriter in the band I formed. (BN/N). I can play many different instruments, my band members having the ability to do the same. The band includes (B/N), my 22 year old brother, (S/N) my 17 year old sister, who still acts and gets scared like a child, and (BFF/N), my 19 year old best friend. I love the horror game called 'Five Night's at Freddy's'. My favourite in the series is FNaF 4. I bought the plushes of the game a few days ago, having Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, Fredbear, Plushtrap and Nightmare plushes.

Only because it's like the Crying Child. Heh. Not counting Nightmare or Plushtrap. I just got them because they're cool. And I didn't want them to feel lonely. But Fredbear is my favourite, and I may or may not have a small crush on him. That sounds absolutely insane, yes, but I don't care. I was currently talking with my band in our garage, since we all live in the same house, the plushes sitting in my lap, facing the other members. We were talking about the new song I wrote for FNaF 4, 'Game Over'. In fact, we just finished playing it.

"What did you guys think?" I asked the plushes, not expecting to be answered.

"Perfect!" they all replied in unison.

I stared at them for a moment or so, watching as they all turned their heads to me. I just looked up at the others who were still talking, obviously not having heard the 7 plushes speak, or seen them look towards me. I looked back down at the small characters from a video game, who were currently talking to me. They were still looking at me.

"Oh, well." I shrugged, "I've either gone nuts or this is just a dream." I said to no one in particular.

"(Y/N)," (BFF/N) said.

"Yes?" I responded, still looking at the plushes, who were staring right back at me.

"This isn't a dream and you're already nuts," she deadpanned. I looked at her, mildly irritated.

"Dude. Chill. You look dead inside," (B/N) stated. I stared at him. Just stared. "I'm going to kill you," I said, standing from my seat, still holding the plushes. I put the toys on the seat, and grabbed my guitar.

"Well. Come on. Get your asses up." I demanded.

I was slightly out breath by now. Oh, well. At least this doesn't require screaming. As we continued playing 'Sweet Dreams', another FNaF 4 song I wrote, the plushes seemed to be staring at me the entire time. Near the end of the song, I started violently coughing. Coughing up blood. Again. Meaning I couldn't finish and dropped my guitar, fortunately, not breaking it in the process. "Pills!" I screech at the girls, coughing immediately after as (B/N) pats my back. They quickly find my pills in my guitar case, and handed them to me. As I downed the pills, the coughing fit began to retreat.

"That's enough for today," (S/N) demanded.

"No. It's fine," I reply, exhausted from the coughing and amount of blood that left my system. "We can continue".

"No!" the trio shout in unison. "Okay. Fine. Fucking hell," I sigh, groaning a little afterwards.

I looked at the plushes, who were still, I guess, staring at me, picked them up, and walked inside, leaving the other three and my stuff in the garage.

As I entered my (F/C) room, I sighed. Sitting the plushes and myself on the bed, the stuffed animals facing away from me, I clutched my head.

"Damnit!" I shout, my voice echoing through the room and my breath irregular. I look at the plushes, who were now looking at me.

"What?!" I shriek, causing them to jump a little. As my breathing slows, I start calming down.

"Sorry," I apologize.

"(Y/N). Why did they move?" I was startled by (BFF/N) speaking, causing me to jump myself.

"They're aware, I guess? Is that right?" I ask the toys.

Fredbear nodded.

"How long?" (BFF/N) asked, now standing beside me.

"The entire time." He stated.

"Oh..." we said.

I looked at my friend, "Go to bed," I demanded.

"Fine" she groaned.

As she left, I just blacked out, exhausted.