Teeth-marks (Foxy x Mental!Reader)
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  • Reads 6,008
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  • Parts 7
  • Time 1h 9m
Ongoing, First published Mar 13, 2017
Mature
«Mistakes are made. I am the ultimate mistake»

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Life was never normal. No, you were never normal. People called you a freak, a cross-eyed creep, an abomination to the planet. It got the point where nothing mattered, and you didn't care if you drew blood to ease the pain. In your eyes, cutting left marks that couldn't be covered up with a little white lie. 

So to leave no evidence of your self torture, you start to bite. 

People usually caught wind of how delusional you were before you had a chance to explain. Now you're in the desperate situation to help your parents financially and get a job to keep paying the bills. The thing is... who would accept you? The only place that is just as unusual as you are. 

Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria. 

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(Foxy x Mental!Reader) - Based off the song: Never Be Like You by Crywolf

A/N: I'll try to keep everything original, something new for people. Please excuse the typos and writing errors. Thanks!
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