Funtimes Never Die: F.Freddy x Reader #1

Forty-Two: Loving Souls

"Has she told you the truth, yet?"

John huffed weakly, unsure whether to respond or just remain silent. He held his knees as he sat against the mattress, weary of the animatronic as he watched him. His question was so simple, so why couldn't he give the thing an answer? "I-I—" he hummed in thought for a moment, then shook his head. "N-No..." John muttered. "She hasn't told me much, other than you were made to kill kids. A part of me believes it, after seeing what you did, but...I'm struggling to think it's true, still."

Freddy whimpered, closing his eyes as he gently rubbed your cheek with his good hand. His cold figures made you shudder in his arms, but you never pulled away. Not once. He was surprised. "I-I...It is. It's true." He sniffed and he lowered his ears. Freddy opened his eyes as he looked at the kid. "What's....your n-n-name again? I remember you from b-before...but your name...I don't think I r-r-remember that."

John huffed weakly, then slowly lifted his blood-stained name tag on his shirt. "I-It's John...like it says here on my tag."

Freddy snorted. He raised an eyebrow. "You think I can read?" he snapped a little.

"I-I...well you're high-tech and smart, and capable of killing kids, I figured you could—"

"Of course I can," he huffed, a little sass hanging off the tone of his voice. "I-I'm not the smartest one here, but I can read." He sighed. "Ballora's the one who can't, but it's not her fault."

John tilted his head. "Ballora? Do you mean the ballerina? What makes her unable to read simple English?"

Freddy hummed and shook his head. "She can't see anything, really. It's almost as if her optical servos are messed up, or wire for each eye is cut. Yet, that's not it. She just can't see. That's how she was made." He sighed weakly and patted your head as you leaned into him. He cooed weakly in worry. "I-I...she's very nice though if you know her well enough. You wouldn't know her like I or Baby and Foxy would," he mumbled, " or even (Y/N). She likes her."

"Why is she down here anyway?" John crossed his arms and felt his body sort of stiffening from asking such a personal question. He knew something was up with the woman and the robots, yet he was very unsure of himself when it came to asking about it.

Freddy squinted. "You really shouldn't be alive," he began again, completely ignoring the question and changing the subject once more. "Because of her, you're still here. She saved your life," he mumbled softly, expanding the tension between him and the lad across the room. "And I guess you repaid her by helping her." He looked up and squinted. He took a deep breath, his metal shell shuddering, and his insides creaking as he leaned forward just a little. "We were gonna kill you."

John grabbed the mattress behind him, his breath quickening as he stared at the animatronic. It had such a frightening stare, a broken, chaotic smile. Yet, he couldn't tell why it was just...laughing. Does he think this is a joke?!

Freddy giggled softly as he leaned back against the stage wall again. "Ah, we don't really like to kill people." He shook his head. "We don't choose to, at least." Freddy sighed, and he nuzzled the girl in his arms. He whimpered as he sat up, looking to the side. "We were promised...promised a new life when everything was over."

"What do you mean...?" John mumbled after recovering. Freddy's stare moments before had faded into one of worry and confusion. He wasn't sure why he looked that way, other than maybe being child-like. After all, he was a kid's entertainment robot. But his expressions toward you were human. Why? John shuddered at his laughs, but he held himself together in order to listen. He had to know, after all. Was he going to tell? Likely not, then they'd have a reason to kill him. It was probably best to keep this secret of theirs—well, a secret.