Fnaf Freddy x Male Reader

Threats

It's 2:30 in the morning and I've spent about an hour and a half writing this. I haven't read it many times, considering I'm half dead, so if something doesn't make sense / there are a bunch of errors then my bad.

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(Y/n) woke up to his blaring alarm, startling him awake. He groaned and grabbed his phone, turning it off. The time was 8:00, meaning it's been 2 hours since that shit show. Perfect. He wanted to catch his boss early so he could chew him out and quit. (Y/n) sighed, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, standing up and stretching. Today was going to be a LONG day. 

He got dressed in (o/o/c) (outfit of choice), shoving his shoes on his feet and grabbing his keys. He walked out of his room, making a beeline towards the front door. He didn't need to worry about breakfast, he wouldn't be able to eat until he knew he was safe from the hell that he had experienced last night.

-timeskip to when you arrive at the pizzeria-

 (Y/n) slammed the car door closed, locking them, and stomped his way towards the doors. He looked at the characters on the sign; happy go lucky, child friendly, and NOT blood thirsty animals, but yet the sign made him uneasy nonetheless. He took a deep breath, swinging the doors open.

As he walked in, he saw the pizzeria wasn't as packed as he had anticipated. Yet again, most kids are at school at this time. He looked around, hoping to find the man he had spoken to, but instead found a waitress standing in front of him. "Hello! Table for one?" She questioned with a bright smile, which was obviously quite fake. "Erm..no, actually..I'm here to talk to the boss? I'm the nightguard." He replied awkwardly. He was never good with social interactions. Her face paled slightly, but her fake smile was still plastered across her face. "Of course! Right this way, sir."

She began to walk to the same office that he was in just a few hours ago. "I'm such an idiot, obviously he's going to be in there it's the only office in this damn place." (Y/n) grumbled to no one in particular. The waitress only replied with an awkward chuckle, walking to one of the closed doors. She peered into the window, then knocked on the door. "Mr. Afton! One of the employees would like to speak to you. I believe the nightguard?" She looked at (y/n) to confirm, which he only gave a soft nod in response. 

An annoyed grumble was heard from beyond the door, followed by the sound of the door rising from the floor. A very pale, skinny man sat in the office chair, with the most aggravated face a human can muster. The man had light brown hair that was styled into a mullet, a purple button up with yellow suspenders placed on top, with a darker shade of purple pants and black dress shoes. Saying this man look odd was definitely an understatement.

"The hell do you want?" He said, with a very rough, yet slightly soft British accent. By now the waitress had already walked off. "You knew, didn't you? About the damn animatronics?" (Y/n) hissed, his anger rising by the second. "Yeah, and what of it? You signed the contract, which states you have to work for AT LEAST a week before quitting. So why the hell are you here interrogating me?" Afton replied flatly. (Y/n) mentally facepalmed. Why the hell didn't he read the contract?

"You literally have a fucking death trap in your pizzeria, and you're willingly pulling people into it! If you really think this isn't getting reported to the police, then you've seriously got another thing coming." (Y/n) replied, glaring daggers into Afton's eyes, who just glared right back. That got his attention. Afton shot up from his chair, slamming his fist on the door button, making the door come shooting back down to the floor. This startled (y/n), causing him to flinch and back away from the man slightly. "You think you're a special case? You seriously think I would let you go to the police?" Afton hissed, stepping closer and closer to (y/n), causing (y/n) to back up into a wall. "Those," Afton started, pointing to the direction the animatronics were in the dining room, "are MY creations. Those are MY test subjects. I will NOT let someone like YOU" he jabbed (y/n) in the chest with his finger, "ruin this for me. I will PERSONALLY make sure you don't see the light of day again. You're going to go to work for the rest of the week, and then pretend none of this happened. IF you survive. Do you understand me?"

(Y/n) quickly nodded, his heart beating out of his chest, trying his best not to hyperventilate. Afton backed away from him, giving him an ominous, unsettling smile. "Good! You can go now. And remember, if you say ANYTHING about this to ANYONE, I do have your address written down on your resume." (Y/n) quickly nodded, opening the door and quickly bolting out the door. He slowed down once he got near the dining hall, not wanting to seem suspicious. He quickly walked to the front doors, feeling 5 pairs of eyes on him as he left.