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Change is Scary [FNAF x Reader|Freddies x Reader]
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Ongoing, First published Oct 05, 2020
Mature
Change is something to be proud of. But isn't it a scary thing? Is it a change of personality? Or even a change of tastebuds? Nevertheless, you are still you. Right? Will those that you meet will accept you? Or will they accept the old you?

(Warning: in this story, you will have normal brown hair and normal black or brown eye colors but later in the story, your preferred color trait will come soon. The animatronics personalities have been altered so I hope you don't mind. I am also not giving Foxy a pirate accent because that is too hard for me to write so I hope you will be okay with that. Feedback will be much appreciated. I hope you'll love this! All pictures and characters belong to their respective owners. I also have posted this on my Wattpad as well.)
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