Questionable... [FNaF 1 x Reader] - UNDERGOING HEAVY EDITING

Dedicated to KillersLikeCandy and Remilia - Thank you for being my inspirations

[This story will have use of profanities and occasional suggestive themes]

[FEMALE READER]

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It's important to define the line between the real and the fictional. It's black and white, as night is to day and east is to west. They can never cross, and it's healthy to remember that some things are simply fake.

If only that were true.

You were a very lucky woman. You had a wonderful home, incredible friends, and the job of your dreams: game developer. You've loved all sorts of video games all your life, but the Five Nights at Freddy's storyline held quite nostalgic significance to you. It wasn't scary to you anymore, but on an average night just like any other, that same game shook you to your core. For hours, something seemed amiss.

But you knew that nothing was going on, and that you were perfectly fine. You were fully aware of that line between fiction and reality.

But little did you know that they are both quite synonymous, and here you are-staring into the eyes of a sentient machine you've only before seen through the screen of your computer.