Discontinued-My Nightmare (Nightmare Fedbear x Guitarist Reader)

Chapter 3

I open my eyes to find myself in a room. But not my own. I recognize this room. The Crying Child! I check the time; 5 AM. I walk over to the closet, bending over slightly to look inside, only to be met with what looked to be a human version of Nightmare Foxy staring at me. Even his mouth was a little ripped. I just stare back. I lift my hand and wave, the strange male doing the same after with his hand, leaving his hook by his side.

"Um. Am I in the game or something?" I ask awkwardly. I hear the unusual boy chuckle from inside the closet doors.

"No. This is yer dream. Nightmare? Whatever. Ye get the point, lass," he informed, a strong pirate accent to his voice.

"Are you going to kill me?" I ask curiously.

"No, lass. Ye seem t' be special," he stated. There was an awkward silence.

"Why am I not questioning this at all?" I ask, looking at the doors of the closet instead of the peculiar creature, staring off into space. He looked at me and shook his head, which caught my attention, and motioned behind me with his hook. I turned around, only to be met with 6 others. They all looked like human versions of the nightmare animatronics. I just stared at them blankly, showing no sign of fear, happiness, nothing. They looked at each other as the Nightmare Foxy, I guess cosplayer, made his way out of the white doors belonging to the closet.

"Hi, (Y/N)!" the only girl, who resembled Nightmare Chica a little too accurately, said happily. Her blonde hair beginning to slip from its messy ponytail as she bounced around the room.

"Um. Explanation, please?" I timidly asked, worried of what she would do if I made her mad, or upset, by saying or asking the wrong thing.

"We're your plushies!" the girl exclaimed. I stopped all movements before losing consciousness.

I woke with a jolt, beads of sweat covering my face. I looked towards the plushes who were now sitting in the middle of the room. Right where those people in my dream were. I look at the time; 7 AM. So yesterday was all real. I pick the toys up from the floor, just as (BFF/N) came into my room.

"I had a really weird dream last night," she said as I turned to her, before turning back to the plushes in my arms. "What was it about?" I asked her as I looked at the stuffed animals.

"Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, Fredbear, Plushtrap and Nightmare were...aware? I don't know. Something like that," as she said that, I visibly stiffened, afraid she would realize it wasn't a dream.

"Y-you have really weird dreams, huh?" I said, silently cursing myself for stuttering.

"Yeah. Uh. Everyone's up already. Are you gonna make breakfast since the rest of us can't cook or...?" she asked me, not noticing my sudden change in posture.

"Yeah. I'll be down in a minute," I mutter quietly, thinking of what was going to happen in the future.

As she walks out, I begin thinking about what I should do with the plushes. While placing the plates on the table, my eyes drifted to the stuffed animals sitting on the counter. I saw Fredbear's eyes glow red a little, for a split second, making me stop all movements and look at him. I just stood there for a few moments, before coming back to reality and continuing on with setting plates on the table.

"Breakfast!" I called out while walking over to the 7 plushies. I stood in front of them for a moment, lost in thought. I heard the sound of footsteps make their way to the kitchen, snapping me from my thoughts. I grabbed the 7 plushes, and headed to the steps.

"Aren't you gonna eat?" I heard (B/N) ask, he didn't seem surprised that I'm not with them, considering I don't eat much.

I turned my head a little, looking at him fromthe corner of my eye, "No".

Sorry for not updating. I think I might start updating on Saturday. Saturday where I am, that is. And I haven't really felt motivated to do anything due to my depression. I'm very sorry about it.