(Your mom's name is Lisa)
I was helping my mom move boxes and totes into our new house when she mentioned my new job. Wait. What?! "You know. You have work tomorrow." "What?! Since when?!" She huffed at my response and sneered. "You're 19, you needed a fucking job. But since you and your lazy ass didn't look for one I signed you up to work at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria." My breath hitched as I gawked at her. That place wasn't real right?! It's just a horror attraction based on the game....right? "I-" she scoffed and started yelling at me "No buts! You need a job! I'm moving in a month or two and you're staying here. Before I leave I'll give you a check for bills and shit but after that I'm gone! I can't handle your shit anymore! You're disrespectful and a whore! I won't tolerate it!" "Lisa I-" "No buts! All of the boxes are inside! Go to your room!" I looked at the ground with a blank face and walked inside and up the steps to my bedroom.
I'm 19 she can't yell at me like that. I'm an adult. I could call the cops on her (ACAB)
but of course she's a curvy, manipulative woman and she knows how to use that to her advantage. I growled and sat on my bed grabbing my sketchbook and a few pencils. After playing the Fnaf games I became curious as to how easy it would be to create designs for animatronics that could hold children inside like William Afton did. Of course I would never use them for harm against children. I'm not a sicko. I'm just a curious person with a few pencils and paper.
I hummed in delight when I saw the newest sketch. It was simple and appealing to children. I turned the page and my grin turned wide and admittedly slightly creepy when I saw my spread of SpringBonnie. She was my favorite animatronic from the-recently thought to be fake-franchise. Her design was perfect. It was simple but adorable in every way. I wasn't proud of my fascination in animatronics and how they work as a whole-especially with children's bodies inside-it was odd and morbid but you knew how to keep that curiosity inside.
A few hours passed and now I was staring at the ceiling in only a large black shirt and your f/c panties. I haven't eaten dinner yet but I knew my mom wasn't making anything and I knew I wasn't going to be allowed to make anything myself. Sighing I turned on my side and stared at the life size SpringBonnie plush that was in the corner of my room, staring back with white and green felt eyes. I spent a good $57 dollars on it and as you can assume pissed my mom off because 'that wretched fucking rabbit is ugly' that statement angered me. A lot. I slowly closed my eyes as a thousand thoughts ran through my head. But before I dozed off a single whisper was heard.
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I was walking to the pizzeria....it wasn't too far. Goddamn Lisa and her stupid dumb dumb head wouldn't let me take the car. Of course there wasn't a good reason for it, she wanted me to be miserable. After a bit of me being zoned out I felt a small hand grab my thigh, knocking me into reality. Ew, what the fuck? Deciding what grabbed my leg was none of my business I looked around at my surroundings, noticing a large and colorful building with a sign. 'Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria!'
As I opened the door a shaky gasp came from my throat. It looks so much like the ga-
"You must be (y/n)!" I turned around and saw a tired looking man with ginger hair. Thankfully not Afton. "I'm Mr. Emily, but you can just call me Henry, nice to meet you." He stuck out his hand for me to shake. Not wanting to seem rude on the first day I shook his hand and plastered on a fake but polite smile. "It's great meeting you too." Ew ew ew ew ew ew In all honesty I didn't like touching him. Not one bit. Probably because I've witnessed his death multiple times. Well at least as many times as I played that horrid game. "Right this way to my office! I'll give you a uniform and you can get to work right away!" Slightly curious as to what job I'll get assigned in hell I followed him to his office.
After he handed me a fucking purple uniform I headed to the bathrooms to change. Looking into the mirror I hated to admit that purple looked nice on me. Especially in the form of a light purple blouse, dark purple bow tie and suspenders, with a pair of black pants accompanying it. Walking through the main area with the stage and anima-
The animatronics! Shitshitshitshitshit. After I swiftly walked to the back room and shut the door I clutched my chest. The kids. The missing children are in those fucking suits.....how do they still functio-fuck! Stop that! Looking back up in hopes of finding the golden Freddy suit-the one I have to wear to entertain crotch goblins-my eyes rested on a familiar yellow bunny with a purple bow tie. It was obvious nobody was inside the suit so I walked over to it caressing it's face in my hands. The face I drew countless times. The one that witnessed children's murders. As I felt my pupils dialate I shook my head and almost dropped the head. I quickly sat it down shuddering, then walking over to the other suit. Golden Freddy was most definitely not your favorite animatronic but it didn't bother me much when I was told I had to dress up as him.
Getting into the suit was probably more difficult than it should have been but when I finally got into it I was over joyed. I still couldn't help but feel jealous of the person that got to be SpringBonnie. Looking at the time through the eyes I noticed it was a little passed 8 which was when we opened. I quickly recognized the laughter of children, remembering how golden Freddy sounded I cleared my throat and practiced a few lines.
(Italics are the characters)
"How is the birthday boy today?" "Do you wanna hear a story?" "How's the birthday girl today?" "We're gonna be best buddies!" Satisfied with my surprisingly perfect imitation of him I giggled happily and walked out of the back room. As I walked over to a group of moms noting that no children were around them and as they gossiped about what I could only assume would be another neighborhood mom. "Hey, who's the birthday kid?" I asked in a hushed voice not even bothering to use my imitation at the moment. "That girl over their, her names Clementine." One of them pointed at the small darker toned girl, as she sat across the room by herself. The poor thing.... I made my way over there and thought of some lines.
"Heya!" I did a signature Freddy chuckle. She seemed startled at first but went back to pouting "None of the kids want to play with me because they're older! I'm 6! I'm a big girl!" She looked down and traced some lines on the retro looking tablecloth. "How's about I be your friend? After all, your name's Clementine ain't it?" "....yeah...I think it's stupid though....why can't I have a normal name? Like Sarah, or Sharon? I'd even take Ruth!" She exclaimed "But Clementine means orange! Orange is my favorite color! Dat means you," I lifted her up carefully and put her on my shoulders "are my favorite color!" Not really, I don't have a favorite color. But orange isn't bad. She screamed and giggled in excitement gaining the attention of the other kids. "Oh, Clementine is a good buddy of mine! A bestest buddy! A ball of sunshine! A bestest buddy!" I cringed at the song as I danced around and made up the lyrics while singing in the foreign voice that seemed to come naturally. Even though I thought my rhyming was awful a bunch of children clapped in excitement and gathered around while I continued to dance around with the young girl on my shoulders.
After another minute or 2 I sat her down only for a bunch of children to gather around her talking about how that was 'so cool!' and asking 'are you really one of Goldies best buddies?!' even though I don't like kids much, I grinned as many of them wanted to be friends with her. I walked over to the arcade area and leaned against a wall while muttering to myself. "Ugh, kids are odd things aren't they?" "Indeed." I jumped and spun around I held in a gasp at the sight before me. It was SpringBonnie. But the voice that emitted from the suit was a deep, husky, and british accent. "You must be new, I'm Dave, here's a tip, don't break character out here. You never know if a kid's listening!" I stared at the supposed male as he walked over to the frantic children. His voice did that without a single fault. Who's even in the SpringBonnie suit anyway-William. I felt butterflies enter my entire body when that realization shook through me like a ton of waves.
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FanfictionHaving to move sucks. But it sucks more when you were transported to a different dimension and where you moved has an attraction from a horror game. And the murders were real and so is the man behind them. When Y/n and her mom moved she didn't expec...
