(Y/N) is a young person who gets a job at Fazbear's Fright with little worry about what's gonna happen. A meeting with a bunny may change that. Fnaf is owned by Scott not me. I don't own any pictures in this unless said so.

‼️BOOK 2 IS OUT NOW!‼️ You're a lonely 23 year old girl, in a small world, where your father recently passed away due to a serious concussion, and your mother is unknown. You're looking for a job, and your friend recommends, "Fazbear's Fright" It's a horror attraction and they are in need of a night guard! Lucky for you, you do all nighter's all the time. You decide to sign up, and see where this new job takes you. (Sorry for the somewhat long description, enjoy the story!) (DISCLAIMER:This is my first story, so I'm terribly sorry if it's bad <3) (Oh don't worry girl it's bad.)

"For the love of my life,the girl who changed me...(Y/N)" ~Vincent,the Purple Guy.

I've been stuck here all alone, no one to tell the things I know... well I guess, I am me, golden green, old machine, Cause Its Me! this is it! the big finale, but they never quit! they came around to get me! what I did... was unforgivable, and I will pay the price... Golden suits, or now my curse! or what to do, can you get me out of my chosen, please don't love to hate... (idk remember the lyrics :3)

Alastor X F.Reader - Not In Canon - NSFW - Viewer Discretion Is Advised I do not own the art displayed and all characters of Hazbin Hotel are owned by Vivziepop. Author Note: WELP GUYZ, I'm gonna give this a good ol' try and see if you all like it. Not a big fanfiction writer, so hopefully we can figure this out together! ^_~ ---- This isn't how you imagined your life would go, nor that it would be taken from you so quickly. Life is fragile and it's fleeting. Like time itself is always speeding up, year after year until... It stops. Frightened after having been ripped suddenly from the world of the living, you're now in a much more sinister place that's unimaginable. Filled with terror, anarchy and bloodlust, you'll have to learn to navigate this existence, and quickly. Still reeling from your untimely death, you haven't had a chance to process death, what you've become, or what you're capable of. An unlikely cast of demons is willing to help you, but at what cost to you? --- "My dear, don't be shy! Turn that frown upside down! You're in great company this evening, surely you can find solace in that!" Alastor swept one arm up, open handed, gesturing in a wide birth, as though unveiling paradise for me to be mesmerized by all there is to behold. "...This is hell. Actual hell. Literal hell. The definition. This is ridiculous. You're---" The words were forced, choked out through a contracting throat. Each word burning as I spoke them. I walk to the radio sitting on the lobby desk, shaking my head as though it'll help to will the words out. I reach for the off switch, my mind begging for all of this madness to end. The chaos in this lobby is dizzying. Before I slide the switch to off, still choking on my words, I'm interrupted. Alastor's voice isn't cheery anymore. The static rasp deepens, his every word reverberating in my body.. all I can do is freeze in place. "Darling, Let The Radio Play."

rewriting/editing this!!! includes: mike freddy foxy bonnie golden freddy and maybe chica if yall want! hope you like it ;^>

{The title explains it all (and I'm too lazy to write a real desc...) *Suggestive scenes and themes*

Hey I tried, I really hope you enjoy this, I'm sorry if you don't think it's good

This is my first oneshot book and don't really know how these thing work. But I'll try my best. I will be doing requests. (Requests are now closed and I will be finishing up the drafts I have)

Y/n decides that it's time to get a job. Especially after what just happened. Y/n see's an ad in the paper for a night guard at a kids pizzeria. Accepting the fact that it wouldn't be that bad, she decides it's worth a shot. What she didn't know was that the animatronics come alive at night, and they want Y/n. * I do not own any of the characters * * All credit goes to Scott Cawthon *