Funtimes Never Die: F.Freddy x Reader #1

Thirty-Two: Together

"I have never had such a...a...headache in my entire life!"

You groaned weakly and opened an eye, hearing that soft, squeaky voice. It wasn't much to really wake you up, but it was so familiar that you couldn't resist seeing the voice's owner. You tilted your head over, your tired eyes peering over at Bon-Bon. The little bunny was holding his head, rubbing it gently as his ears twitched. He whined and huffed quietly.

"I can't really remember all that well, only thing I know is that my head hurts..." he grumbled to himself in his adorable little voice. He sighed as he looked down, feeling defeated. His ears suddenly lifted, hearing the shuffling of sheets. He turned his head quickly, his ears perked as you looked at him as he looked right back at you. On his face, his happy smile was spread wide. "M-Miss (Y/N)! You're awake!" He giggled and crawled over, moving his head beneath your arm.

You smiled tiredly and held him to you gently. "H-Hey there, Bon...Did you sleep good?" You asked him as you yawned. You scratched your head a bit, getting that morning itch out of your system.

"Yes, I did later on!" He nodded, but slowly looked away. "But then I woke up with this really, really bad headache, which isn't all that good, ya know," he mumbled and pouted some. "I only remember small images I feel I've seen hours ago, but It's all blurry—"

You hushed him softly. "Don't worry about it for now," you muttered. "Trust me, it'll be less on your headache." You sighed as you slowly sat up in the bed, pressing the pillows against the wall in order to support your back. You rested against the cushions, and you pushed the blankets and sheets down a little. Your arms reached above your head, stretching as you yawned once more. "Has Freddy gotten up yet?" '

Bon-Bon shook his head. "No, he's not awake...I think he's turned off, but I don't know why. I can't connect with him that way," he whimpered and looked at Freddy as well. "Is he okay?"

You had forgotten about that. Freddy has to be turned on, still. You looked to Bon, slowly reaching over and holding his head with calm hands. "He's fine, just cooling off. He got mad yesterday and so he's taking a break." You smiled weakly. "I'll turn him on, since it's been sometime—"

Bon tilted his head, grabbing your hand with his flat paws. "Why was he mad?" he asked and lifted his eyelid.

You took a deep breath and bit your lip. You looked to the side. "It's a long story. You and I, and Freddy too, we'll go over it. But not right now."

Bon sighed and looked down. He felt your hand brush his cheek and lift his face. He looked at you, your kind smile and reassuring eyes made him smile again. "O-Okay!" He giggled and looked over toward Freddy. He started down off the bed, holding the blankets as he slid down to land on the flat base of his body. He then started crawling his way to Freddy's stage.

You chuckled and shook your head. You sighed, thinking for a moment. There were still so many thoughts in your head, so many wonders and worries all together in one place. You still wondered how you'd save the others. How was it possible to escape into town with giant, child killing robots at your back? There was no way, not without one of those work vans, you figured. But even then, not all of them can fit into one van, and you couldn't trust anyone else with knowing this secret you've made and lived among for so long. It's almost impossible...it feels impossible.

"Come on, (Y/N)! You're always a slowpoke about getting out of bed!"

You snapped back to reality when you heard the bunny call to you. "S-Sorry! Im coming!" You sighed, and told yourself to figure that complicated stuff out later. You crawled out of bed, stumbling a little but making your way over to the stage to meet with the little animatronic puppet. "I'm here," you laughed weakly with a tired tone. "Let me see..." you slowly kneeled beside the bear, looking at his face. You held his chin, but he didn't budge. In this state he had parts of him locked up and immobile. It was likely for the best. You sighed and ran your hand slowly around his cheek, down to his neck and shoulders. Your fingers traveled to the back of his neck, where you hoped to find a lower switch.