Five Nights at Freddy's (reader x animatronics)

Hallucinations part 2

I wake up and it's about 9 PM. I get up and walk out. Another rotting flesh smell, but all around. They're.. dead.. frontal lobes missing.. I blink rapidly a few times and notice they're all staring concernedly at me.

"Lass, are ye alright?"

"No.. I keep hallucinating.." I feel dizzy. Too much blood loss. I place a hand on the wall and walk slowly towards them. "No matter what happens.. No more.. hospital trips.." I keep breathing heavier and heavier. I make it to the back of the couch and collapse on the ground. Freddy automatically runs and picks me up. He looks at my wrist. I'm wide awake now.

"You're arm is still bleeding.. and since you don't want a hospital trip, we need to repeat earliers situation and stitch it ourselves." I swallow my spit and nod.

"Do it.." I whisper. They grab the supplies. Chica puts a tourniquet around my left arm and pats it.

"We've had some serious training programmed into us." Bonnie says.

"It's true. Whatever is programmed in our brain is there now." Freddy says as he threads the needle. I'm laying on the couch. Foxy is sitting on top of me.

"Ai, but we need something to make the lass not scream." Foxy scratches his cheek gently with his hook. I keep my eyes on the ceiling. Chica puts music on and puts a clean pair of socks in my mouth. How do I put up with them so much? I sigh and nod. More pain. Chica pats my left arm again. Someone takes the old bandages off me. I bite down on the socks harshly. Foxy counts to three, then they pour alcohol on the cuts making me cry a bit and scream. Then they pat it with what I'm guessing is a towel. I feel a pair of hands clamp softly onto my arms. Then the needle, making me bite harder and whimper more.

About 10 minutes later they bandaged me back up and I now sat on Chica's small lap and received many kisses on my arm from her. They're all quite affectionate. But all they've done is make my life a living hell. I love them but I also loathe them. What is my life? I see rotting meat and have strange visions. I watched Mike die.. I watched the entire time and couldn't do a single thing. I've been in the hospital countless amounts of times lately. I get up and walk to the kitchen. There was leftovers but nothing good. I want to go somewhere to get something new but I don't think I'm in a good condition to drive..

"Freddy!" I call from the kitchen, receiving a slight 'hmm?' "Let's go get food. You're driving." He nods and sees I'm in shorts and a teeshirt.

"Put on a jacket first. It's quite chilly outside." He says slipping on a leather coat. I go and grab my favorite (band) sweater. I slide it on with a pair of socks and slippers. I come out to see Freddy waiting by the door for me. As I reach the door, he holds his arm out. I wrap my arm with his and we walk to Mikes car.

We get back home with me on Freddy's back asleep and carrying Taco Bell. A loud thud wakes me up. It was my own thud? Freddy dropped me?? I looked to see them get closer to me looking like they did earlier. I scream and get up. I can't take this anymore! I run out from my apartment and take the stairs down to Scott's apartment. I almost get there while looking behind me, only to be slammed against the wall by Golden.

"Hey doll~" he whispers in my ear and kisses it. "Are you finally seeing the truth?" He has his hans on my waist until I stay silent with tears. He slams one hand on the wall right next to my head. I flinch and try to move from his grasp. His hand on my waist lifts my shirt up a bit, exposing my (s/c) tone. He grips my hip again, but digs his nails into me now.

"Are you willing to respond?" He keeps his voice to a whisper. I shake my head and keep it to the side, looking at Scott's apartment. I whimper as he slams his hand again. I hear the Freddy look a like sigh and let go of me into a hug.