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frost-queen · 4 months

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To his liking // part 3 (Reader x Steve Raglan /W. Afton)

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Summary: The animatronics are alive and ready to hunt. Will you make it out alive on your first night or be devoured? [part 1 & part 2 ]

You slowly turned your head to the side. Eyes widening when you looked over your shoulder. Eye to eye you stood with shiny eyes. Those of an animatronic.

The eyes darkened as you saw something sinister in them. Hearing the clicks of boults and mechanics Freddy’s face fell forwards to you. You screamed. Screamed your lungs out when his mouth opened revealing his murderous hunger for you.

Freddy’s hand grabbed for your wrist as you jumped back in time. Not lingering any moment further, you ran. Ran for your life for the animatronics had come to life. Freddy straightened his posture again, looking back at the stage. Chica and Bonnie narrowing their eyes. Chica lifted her hand up with the cupcake in it. It snapped its mouth a few times before being send off.

You had run off into another room. Coming to a stop when you suddenly heard music blasting through the old boxes. A song that send you back to the 80’s. It's down to the sound of a heartbeat. I can hear the things that you're dreamin' about. When you open up your heart and the truth comes out. The song began. Slowly backing away, it felt like they weren’t following you anymore.

Or perhaps they were just taunting with you. You kept backing away keeping your eyes on the entrance. Your eyes widened when you came to a stop, feeling a curtain behind you. The snap of a weight on your shoulder made you scream your lungs out. You slapped the weight off you, turning round.

From between the curtains came a fox pirate peeking. It raised his hook at you. Screaming again you took off again. Foxy set his foot down from the podium, coming out of his hiding spot. There is another one? You thought. How many more were hiding here? Huffing and puffing you made your way around the maze of rooms of the pizzaplex.

You ended up in a long corridor. Looking up with a gasp, the lights flickered above your head. Sucking in a breath, you turned your head. At the end of the hallway stood the pirate’s shadow. Still and stiff like a statue. His humming started to bounce off the walls. With each note it felt like he was breathing down your neck. Slapping your arms around, you started to run again.

Making sure you didn’t trip on any rubbish littered in the corridor. Loud thumps on the ground made it aware that he was in pursuit. Adrenaline pumping in your veins as you panicked. Panted loud with the urge to outrun him. You had to get out of this corridor or he’d catch you. His thumping picked up as he was speeding up.

With a loud scream you grabbed a doorhandle on your left and jumped inside. You shut the door hard, locking it. Backing up you tripped over some video tapes stacked up on the ground. Hitting the ground hard gave you a reality check. A sudden snap back to reality out of the panic mode. Looking at your left you saw all sorts of security camera’s displayed.

One of the screens projected Bonnie slowly turning his head towards the camera. You wanted to scream but quickly covered up your mouth, knowing the pirate stood outside. Then your eyes fell upon the phone on the desk. Rushing up to your feet you grabbed frantically for the phone. In the corner of your eye you saw Foxy brush his hook down against the glass while he was peeking inside.

Your hands trembled, barely able to ring the right number. Eyes darting from the phone to the security camera’s. You thought you saw a glimpse of Chica on one of them, but where was Freddy. A loud thump against the other side made you jump and scream. So there was Freddy. He had pressed his face against the small glass space narrowing his eyes at you.

Now they were at both sides. The phone went over as you panted loud in the horn. – “Pick up, pick up, pick up.” – you whispered desperate to hear his voice. You were startled again when Freddy thumped his head gently against the glass. – “Pick up!” – you called out being scared to dead.

The phone rang. He turned his head curious at it, letting it ring a few times. Finally he picked up, holding the horn against his ear. – “Mr. Raglan!” – he heard in a panic being shouted in his ear. It made him move the horn away with an expression of almost going deaf. He brought the horn back to his ear with a smile. – “Bunny is that you?” – he responded. – “Mr. Raglan!” – you said again gripping tightly onto the horn.

“Help me! You have to help me!” – you shouted over the horn. You squealed loud when Foxy was bashing his hook against the door. – “With what bunny?” – Steve answered cluelessly. – “The puppets!” – you screamed at him. Steve cleared his throat. – “Animatronics Y/n!” – he corrected you.

“They are alive!” – you told him seeing that Bonnie had disappeared from the camera she was on before. – “They want to kill me!” – you shouted in utter panic. – “Have you been nice to them?” – Raglan asked. – “Mr. Raglan!” – you shouted back to protest against his stupid conversation. Why wasn’t he listening to you.

“I want to leave!” – you sounded desperate, getting all teary. – “I want to go home! Come and get me Mr. Raglan!” – you begged wanting it to end. You were truly regretting taking on the job. – “Now… now hold on Bunny.” – Steve said on the other end in an attempt to calm you. You spun around with a loud gasp, hearing sounds come from the vents.

The thumping sped up as it made you widen your eyes. The blockade got flung across the room, the cupcake jumping out. You screamed loud when it jumped at you. Mr. Raglan got up with a shocked expression on his face. He listened in hearing sounds he couldn’t quite place.

Then loud breathing in the horn. – “Steve! Steve!” – you cried out. Steve held the cord of the phone tight between his fingers. – “Help me!” – you screamed before the connection got broken off. Steve opened his hand letting the phone drop to the ground. He swallowed nervously for the first time not sure what to do.

You were on the floor, bleeding on your legs where the cupcake had taken a few bites off. The door opened as Freddy entered. You were too weak and worn out from fighting off the cupcake that you didn’t fight back. Freddy lowered his posture to reach down. He took a hold of your ankle pulling it up. He turned getting in motion again. Feeling lifeless you let the animatronic drag you out of the security’s room.

The pirate stomping happily after you. – “Where… where are you taking me?” – you asked breathlessly. Freddy looked briefly over his shoulder down to you. He dragged you back to the front room with the stage. Bonnie and Chica already waiting there. – “I’m… I’m sorry I shared your stage.” – you whimpered out feeling like a wreck. Freddy let go of your leg as it dropped down.

Chica went up to you before you’d get up, not that you had the strength anyways. She picked you up setting you down on a simple chair. Unsure what they would do to you. – “Are.. are you going to kill me?” – you asked already knowing the answer. Foxy raised his hook making you jump out of your skin. Freddy narrowed his eyes, giving Foxy a glare.

The pirate lowered his hook again. Bonnie lowered himself bringing his face up to yours. It scared you making you gasp loud. Your chair pulled back, standing on it’s two back legs. – “I’m sorry… I didn’t know…” – you called out thinking they might be angry at you for getting on their stage and join in. The animatronics started to close in on you, bumping against each other to lower them to you.

You ducked down feeling smothered by them. – “Stop!” – you heard making the animatronics freeze. They slowly rose again turning their posture away from you. You slowly straightened your posture once more, quickly checking yourself for any new bitemarks. – “Away!” – the voice spoke again sounding distorted. You tried to get a look but the animatronics were blocking your view.

Out of the shadows appeared a figure. The animatronics slowly departed letting you have a glimpse of what was appearing out of the shadows. First a pair of glowing eyes. You noticed the animatronics moved further away from you upon his arrival. Your eyes widened seeing a bunny… a yellow bunny appear in the light.

You quickly connected the dots. The reactions from the animatronics made it clear they obeyed him. – “No…no…no please…” – you begged when the yellow bunny animatronic came closer to you. His head tilted with a grim smile. – “Please…” – you cried out. He was going to finish you, you just knew it.

They let the big boss finish the job of killing you. He came nearer bending down to your height as his face neared yours. You looked away with fear, holding back a sob. The yellow bunny moved his face closer to your ear. – “Hello bunny.” – it spoke making you untense your clenched expression. Slowly your eyes widened for there was only one calling you bunny.

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happy74827 · 3 months

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Revelation

[Steve Raglan/William Afton x Assistant!Reader]

Synopsis: With an important request caused by the disappearance of your boss, you find yourself roaming the unknown halls of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria. But what you find wasn’t the thing you were looking for.

WC: 5860

Category: Angst, Hurt/No Comfort {TW — major character death, gore, mentions of murder, pocket phones in 2000}

I was slightly inspired by another fic that I’ve read a long time ago (credits to them) and it caused me to produce this pile of angsty heartfelt lore that takes place after the events of the movie. So, grab some snacks and your playlist, because it’s about to get… real.

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Death was always around the corner, whether it was from a deadly disease, a horrible accident, or even murder. Death was always… lurking. But you weren't one to let it get the best of you, not with your life, your dreams, and ambitions to live up to.

Job applications were the thing that got the best of you—the draining feeling of being rejected over and over again. And when you finally received a phone call, it only ended in a disaster. So much so that it was enough to break down the hope of the rest of your dreams and the hope of the man trying to help you.

You started to see Mr. Raglan after your 5th rejection. You were tired of feeling so hopeless, and you needed that extra push to make yourself try again and again. Mr. Raglan was a job counselor, which you didn’t expect to exist in the first place but were very grateful for. He was a middle-aged man, a father of 1, and had an unquenchable desire for coffee and all things sweet.

The day your life changed for the better, you were sitting in the waiting room, reading a book, while the smell of coffee and cookies filled the air. The room was quiet, with only the sound of pages being turned and the humming of the fan. At that time, you knew he’d be disappointed to see your face again, but you didn't want to keep the appointment off any longer. The door opened, and Mr. Raglan looked down at you.

His smile faltered when he saw you, the ever-growing folder stack of yours weighing him down. You remembered thinking that he was probably so pissed, the same expression you gave when your friends didn’t call you back. You felt terrible.

But you couldn't help it. It was hard to go on when the world seemed to be against you. It wasn’t your fault. Every time you would apply for a job, the company would shut down days later or already had someone for the job or didn’t want your resume because you didn’t have experience.

It was frustrating.

When you told him this the first time, his expression went blank. Not a frown, not a smile. It was a look of disbelief, but at the same time, it was understanding. You were sure that he was going to turn you away. But the look never lasted long and was replaced with a smile, as if your problem was just a fly.

He reassured you that there was a job out there for you and that your resume was just what a lot of the places were looking for. He believed in you, even when you couldn’t believe in yourself. He told you to be optimistic and, if all else failed, to call him again, and he would help you as best he could.

His words, his smile, and the way he looked at you with such genuine belief kept you going. And when you finally were able to land a job a few weeks later, you were overjoyed. You wanted to thank him, and you were determined to do so.

But then you got let go. Again, it's not your fault, but it's still frustrating. You didn’t want to see his smile disappear. You didn't want him to turn you away. And it was selfish to think, but you didn’t want to have to call him up again.

So you went on without a job for a while. You didn’t want to bother him when the last job ended with failure. He wouldn't know, right?

But your attempts at doing it yourself, like you had decades ago, were fruitless. You couldn’t find a single job. Your parents were getting worried, your friends were asking why you hadn’t contacted them lately, and you didn’t want to confess that you were broke to where you couldn’t even buy a nice meal out.

After the 11th rejection, you caved.

You were expecting Mr. Raglan to be annoyed. You were expecting him to give you a stern talking-to, telling you that you needed to keep trying or else you were going to lose everything. He was a firm believer in hard work and dedication, and you figured he'd be the type of person who would scold you.

But, instead, when you entered the room, you were surprised to see him sitting behind his desk with his head down, his hand holding his forehead. He was in deep thought, and at the time, you thought it was a personal matter.

Turns out it was contemplation about you.

Your folder, as tall as his desk, was spread out with red markings covering it. A few of them were crossed out, and a lot of them had scribbles and notes on them. And as he continued to tell you about each past rejection, it was evident he was just as frustrated as you.

His voice was steady and calm as he read off the many reasons for the rejections, his eyes moving quickly over the paperwork and his brows furrowing in concentration. All the reasons, from not having good enough experience, not having enough time in school, not being the right fit for the company… were all reasonable. They were all valid, and there was no denying that.

He had been calling the companies for days, trying to see if there were any other open spots or any jobs that he had overlooked, but he had gotten no answer. Every call would go straight to the voicemail, and every time the door opened, he had a hopeful glint in his eyes, but it would fall flat when he realized that the person wasn't the employer.

You figured that was the end of Mr. Raglan helping you. You thought that you were the first client that was difficult and that he had given up hope for you, too.

But then, Mr. Raglan took out a paper, the only clean one, and put it down, taking out a pen and scribbling down an address.

And, as if he had heard your thoughts, he smiled and said, "I didn't give up, and I won't. There's one more job opening, and I think this is the one. It's not an interview, so don't worry about making an impression. All you need is a resume."

As he slid the paper across the desk to you, he winked and said, "Don't disappoint me."

When you looked down at the paper, a name was printed at the top, and the address was listed. It's the very same building you were in.

The employer listed was him.

Immediately, you were hesitant. How could you not be? Since he was a job counselor, and it was his job to find people a job, it was only fair to assume that because you had stumped him, and caused so much stress, that this was only a solution. A way to let you go.

You voiced these thoughts to him, but he just smiled, leaning back in his chair, and replied, "No. It's not my job. It's my pleasure. And, if you ask me, this is a win-win situation. I need a secretary, and from what I’ve seen, you’re more than qualified for it."

It was hard to argue with him. And, honestly, you were tired. You didn't want to argue or say no. If anything, this was a relief. You had a job and, most importantly, someone who’d take a chance on you.

That day was the best day of your life. You were hired, and the pay was better than the minimum wage jobs you had applied for in the past. The job itself wasn't bad either, and Mr. Raglan was a delight to work with.

It wasn’t until a couple of months later that it all came crashing down.

When you went to work that day, you noticed it was a little colder than usual, and the light was flickering. You figured it was just the building not working properly, so you just went about your business and waited for Mr. Raglan to show up.

And he never did.

At first, you assumed he was just late. But, after hours of waiting, you were starting to get worried. You had tried calling him, but his phone would go straight to voicemail. You were tempted to call the police but decided against it. You didn’t want to overreact.

Your manager, a kind, old lady named Ms. Keller, was very helpful, even though she didn’t have a clue of what happened either. She reassured you, saying that maybe Mr. Raglan had taken the day off and forgotten to tell you.

But something felt off.

The next day, a few people arrived at the office. You watched, confused, as a few of the employees, the ones who had worked the longest, were carrying on their daily business as if nothing was wrong. Raglan wasn’t among them.

Later, Ms. Keller, along with one of the men, came into the break room, her face full of concern. She came to you with a problem and asked if you could help them with it.

"Last I spoke with Steve, he said he was going to grab a document from what I assumed was the filing cabinet. When I went to retrieve it because I had a feeling he didn’t, I couldn't find it, and no one seemed to recall there ever being one," Ms. Keller said, her eyes darting back and forth, her expression showing worry. “Turns out it’s a lease to this old pizzeria, and, well, I can't find Steve. He isn't answering his phone, and I'm really starting to worry. I'm sure it's nothing, but he said this document was important, and since he’s off… dealing with things, he can't really handle this right now. I was wondering if you could maybe go get it and bring it back. It could be at that pizzeria, or it could be at his home. I'll leave that up to you."

The man standing next to her spoke, his face stoic. "I’d check that pizzeria before you head to his house. His daughter, Vanessa, lives there, and she’s a little bit of a wild card.”

“Erikson,” Ms. Keller said in warning. She was usually a sweet woman, but there were times she could be very scary, especially with her sharp tone. She was the type of person who could easily intimidate you, just with a glare.

But Erikson didn't seem to care. He shrugged off her warning like a dog shaking off water and handed you the addresses. "The pizzeria's a little further, so it's gonna be a hassle, but trust me, it's worth it. Just go inside, check around the office, and bring the document back. Easy."

When you nodded, Ms. Keller and Erikson both gave a nod back, their expressions turning relieved. It made you wonder how bad this was, that they were both worried, but the two didn't seem to want to say any more on the matter, and left the break room soon after.

You decided that going to the pizzeria was the best choice. Erikson’s warnings did nothing to deter you; in fact, they fueled your curiosity. Old pizzeria? Hell, yeah, you were going there.

A couple of hours later, and a quick stop at your house to change into something a bit more comfortable, you arrived at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria.

It was a run-down, abandoned restaurant. The outside was dirty, with graffiti covering the windows, and the inside looked just as bad. The sign above the place was cute, though. It was the star character, Freddy, with his arm in the air and his top hat tilted a little to the side.

You were almost sad that this place was gone. You never went to this place, but you heard it was very popular, especially among kids. You remembered hearing rumors that a bunch of missing children were reported there, but you didn’t dig too deep into that.

When you got inside, you were expecting a bunch of cobwebs and spiders. Instead, you were met with the smell of old pizza and a bunch of dust. The place was empty; not a single person was around. Obviously, not surprising.

You were sure you could find the document and be done in no time, but, boy, were you wrong.

Everything caught your eye. From the dusty animatronics on stage to the tables and chairs scattered across the floor, it was a treasure trove of stuff. The longer you stayed there, the more intrigued you became.

You didn't know how long you were there, but it was a while.

There was so much stuff you weren't even sure where to begin. The second you started looking for rooms, you found this big red button on the wall. There was a sign above it, newly written, and it said,

‘DO NOT PRESS THIS BUTTON.’

Obviously, you pressed it. If someone was going to try and tell you not to, then you definitely were going to.

And, to no surprise, nothing happened. There were a few noises of mechanical whirring, but the only thing you noticed was a vent in the floor that shut off.

You pressed the button again, expecting nothing to happen, and then a third time, just for the heck of it, and a fourth, fifth, and sixth time. And, like the first time, nothing happened.

So, in a slight huff, you turned away with the flashlight you had brought, only to be met with eyes staring back at you. You were so startled that you jumped, almost tripping over the vent and landing on the ground.

"What the shi… ?!" You exclaimed, staring wide-eyed at the animatronic fox.

Its mouth was wide open, its jaw unhinged, and its eyes were a glowing, neon blue. The rest of its body was covered in shadows, so it looked like a giant silhouette. It was a bit creepy, especially when its jaw moved up and down like it was talking.

It didn’t make a noise, though. It just kept staring at you. You didn’t know what to do, so as you sat there, stunned, you flashed the flashlight in its eyes.

The fox didn’t react, so you did it again. And again, and again. And, after what seemed like a million times, the fox suddenly moved its head back, and its jaw closed.

That was enough for you.

You got up, your hands on the flashlight, and you slowly backed away. As you were backing up, the animatronic just continued to stare at you, its head tilting a little to the side, and when you turned, it turned its head to follow you.

Walking backward wasn’t the best idea either since you backed right into another one, the bunny animatronic. You jumped and quickly spun around, only to find the bowtie-wearing rabbit standing still, its hand held out as if it was reaching for you.

And, just like the fox, its mouth was unhinged, and its jaw was moving up and down. You had the same reaction and flashed the light in its eyes, but it didn’t seem to bother the bunny either.

“Uhm,” Your voice came out high-pitched, and you cleared your throat, trying again. You weren’t expecting these things to move or, worse, come to life. You figured they were out of juice, out of batteries, or were just a bunch of rusted parts.

Obviously, you were wrong.

As you stared up at the bunny, who was looking down at you like it held curiosity, you decided the best idea was to be kind even though they were scaring the hell out of you.

The only thing you could think to say was, "H-Hello?"

The bunny didn't respond, not like you were expecting it to, but its head tilted more. Did it… Did it understand you?

"Do you… happen to have a document? A lease? Maybe a paper? I'm looking for a lease," You said.

Again, no response.

You were starting to feel not only awkward but stupid. These were animatronics, and even if they could talk, you were pretty sure they didn't have the ability to understand the word, 'lease'

You were going to ask a different question, something simpler, but a crash in the distance made you jump. The animatronics didn't seem to mind it, and when the sounds of a bunch of footsteps came after, they turned and looked behind you.

You took this opportunity and quickly fled.

You were not going to stick around and find out what the hell that was, so you ran towards the entrance, passing a lot of weird rooms and some doors that were wide open. You were tempted to look, but you were too freaked out.

Until you run into a sign, which knocks you right on your butt.

Rubbing your head, you looked up and saw the sign that had fallen over. You could barely make out the words, but there was one word that stuck out to you.

‘MANAGER…’

You looked down, spotting a door behind the sign, and you immediately jumped up, ignoring the slight pain in your tailbone. The relief you felt was immediate.

“Oh, thank god…” You whispered. You had been running around this place, lost, for what seemed like forever, and now, finally, there was the manager's room. The lease HAD to be in there.

You grabbed the knob, and without a second thought, you opened the door. Well, you tried to, but the door was locked.

You were beyond pissed now. You found yourself sporadically turning the knob, thinking that if you turned it fast enough, the door would open, but when that didn't work, you began banging on the door only to kick it and yell, "God-damnit!"

You were not having a good day.

Your tantrum was short-lived, though, when the idea of a last resort came to your mind.

You were never one to give up. In fact, giving up wasn't even in your vocabulary. That’s probably why Raglan hired you and why he had you stick around this long. So, with a huff, you pulled out your pocket phone.

You were not proud to admit that this was your last resort, but you didn’t know what else to do. There was no one else around, and you didn’t have the tools or the strength to knock the door down. Maybe he’d pick up.

You dialed his number, your hand on the knob and the other holding the phone up, and you prayed as you hit the call button.

It only took a couple of rings of silence and a few minutes later for a new sound to appear in the building—the unforgettable tone of the phone ringing.

And it wasn’t your phone ringing.

Your head shot up, your hand dropped the phone, and before you could think, you were running again. This time, you didn’t care about the rooms or the open doors. You followed the sound because he was there. He had to be.

If there was a phone ringing, then that meant Mr. Raglan was there, and even though he wasn’t answering his phone, you knew he was close by.

You had the feeling that he was in trouble.

But, after a while, the phone stopped ringing. You were so caught up in finding the source that when the noise abruptly cut off, you were stunned. You were able to call again, as you remembered to grab your phone on the way over, but after the second ring, the phone was once again cut off.

Luckily, it didn’t take a genius to find out where it was.

You were walking down a long hallway when you heard a faint click and the sound of a door closing. When you rounded the corner, there was a metal door that was slightly ajar.

The sound was definitely coming from in there.

You were quick to run in, and when you did, your breath caught in your throat. The room was pitch black, and a chill ran down your spine. Something felt off.

Your eyes wandered the room until they spotted something. Or, rather, someone.

There, lying on the floor, was a shadowy figure. It looked as if it were Bonnie — the animatronic that had you scared out of your mind just a few minutes ago, but when you walked closer, you were quick to realize this wasn’t Bonnie. This was a golden rabbit.

Its body was mangled, with wires and mechanical pieces sticking out of the endoskeleton, but its head, for the most part, was intact. And its head was the worst part.

The bunny's head was facing you, but the eyes were empty, and the face was twisted into a permanent smile. It was terrifying. And that curiosity was back, making you wonder why you were extending a hand.

Before you could touch the rabbit, its eyes snapped to life, its body twitching, and its smile stretching wider. You stumbled back, and it was at that moment when you realized the bunny was making noises. Agonizing, pain-filled noises.

You were quick to back away, your hand clutching your chest and your heart racing. It sounded dreadful as if it were crying, and it didn't stop.

It only got louder and louder until its jaw opened. It was a horrifying sight. You were expecting something else to fall out, a piece of the animatronic, maybe. Instead, what came out was a voice.

You couldn’t make out the words; they were too distorted, and the pitch was too low. But you didn't need to hear the words to know who it was. You'd recognize his voice anywhere.

When your mind made the connection, you were frozen. You could feel tears welling up in your eyes, but you forced them down, not wanting to believe it.

There was no way. It wasn’t him. There was no way it was him. This was an animatronic; it wasn’t supposed to talk or even be alive, yet here it was. Making sounds. Speaking. Talking.

And then you saw its body. It had rips and tears in it, the endoskeleton was exposed, and a lot of the parts were missing. There was dried blood on it, and, with the light you had, you could see that its suit was dirty. But, in those holes, in the ripped and torn sections, there was a familiar shirt, a familiar tie, and a familiar pair of pants.

The longer you stood there, the more your vision blurred and the more your body shook.

It was him. It was him inside that little suit, inside that animatronic. It was him, wearing the same clothes you had seen earlier when you last spoke to him. It was him.

You took a step back, a choked sob escaping your lips, and your knees buckled. You fell to the ground in a panic, a scream bubbling in your throat. Your hand flew up, and you held yourself as your eyes widened.

This wasn’t real. It couldn't be.

There was no way. No. Fucking. Way.

"R-Raglan?!"

The animatronic didn’t respond. Its head fell, and its body slumped, but the noises stopped. The only sound that was heard was a deep, deep groan. It sounded like something from a horror movie, and you were scared.

Then, as if an energy had taken over, the rabbit's body started to jerk, and its head flew up, and its eyes snapped back to life. You yelped and crawled backwards, trying to get away.

When you got to the wall, and it was apparent that you couldn't go any further, the rabbit moved. It was a slow process, its body moving in a janky, unnatural way, but it lifted its head, and its eyes fell onto you.

It stared. He stared.

You didn't dare breathe, too terrified to make a noise. Your heart was pounding in your ears, and your body was shaking.

Then, its mouth opened, and a garbled sound came out. It sounded like a growl, and, after a few moments, you realized it was saying something. He was saying something.

"W-What?" Your voice cracked, and you couldn't help but let a tear slip.

When you talked, its eyes narrowed, and the growling stopped. The only sound it made was the clicking of its jaw. Then, its hand raised and, in the slowest, creepiest, movement, its finger pointed at you.

And, when it did, its mouth opened, and the only word that came out was, “Why…?”

You let out a shaken breath. Why? You didn’t know.

"I-I don't k-know, sir."

He tilted its head, its eyes never leaving you. And, after a minute of silence, he coughed out your name.

It was said so quietly, but it still echoed in the room, and in your ears. Underneath all the painful noises, it sounded so soft and genuine. Like the last time you heard him say your name.

And, before you knew it, the tears were falling, and your breathing became unsteady. You didn’t know what to do. He looked like a second away from dying, and if that were the case, you were powerless. The pizzeria was out in the middle of nowhere, and there wasn't a single person around. There was no way you'd be able to call for help.

If you did, you’d be left with an explanation of why your dead boss is on the ground in a rabbit suit. How the hell were you supposed to explain that?

You could barely understand what happened yourself.

The fear you had wasn’t helping either. It refused to leave. You couldn’t do anything, not when the fear was holding you hostage.

All you did was stare. Your never left him, and his eyes never left you. You didn't know how long you spent staring, but at one point, his mouth opened, and he spoke again.

This time, it was much, much clearer. "Why are you here?"

You held back a sob and, shakily, you answered, "Kessler… Kessler told me to look f-for the document that you were… searching for."

He was quiet for a moment. You couldn’t tell if he was processing what you said or if he had even heard you.

Then, his hand went up, and, with it, his arm. And, before you could process it, his hand was pointing toward a shelf.

"The lease," He breathed, the sound of his voice causing a shiver to run down your spine. It was a voice you never wanted to hear again.

"What?"

"It's in a box… under the spare heads."

His arm slowly lowered, his hand dropping to the ground. His eyes faded off, and his body went limp, but not for long. Within seconds, his body jerked, and the colored eyes came back.

“I should… I should call the police. I can’t believe I’m just.. sitting here. I should-I should be getting help! I need to do something!" You babbled.

He snapped up at that, his body moving and his hand shooting up, "NO."

It was a demand, a shout. It made you freeze, and your mouth immediately closed.

He coughed and, after a few moments, his eyes fell on you, again, "Do not… call the police. Do not... get anyone. Just, get the lease."

He was struggling to talk, his breathing coming out in rasps, and his jaw would clench every few seconds. He was obviously in a lot of pain, and he was doing his best to hold it in.

Your mind still couldn’t process the situation, but the fear had lessened. It was still there, of course, but it wasn't as intense. The longer you stared, the more the fear was replaced with concern.

You didn't want him to die. I mean, goddamn it, this was your boss. Your hero, if you were going to be honest. He helped you. He gave you that job when no one else would, and you owed him a lot.

And, the longer you stared, the more your mind screamed at you. This was your boss, and he was dying. He needed help, and the least you could do was get off your ass and call an ambulance.

But, as soon as you stood, and as soon as your foot stepped forward, a loud bang made you jump. He banged his fist against the ground, and his jaw clicked.

"The lease!" He growled, "Get the… lease."

It was like he knew what you were thinking. Like he knew that you were about to go against his orders and call the police, and he wasn’t having it.

You swallowed, your eyes glancing between the shelf and him, before you finally caved. You slowed walked passed him, no matter how much you wanted to help, and headed towards the shelf.

The whole time, your mind was racing. Were you seriously about to obey him? You had every right to disobey him. You could, at any moment, turn around and go for the phone. You could call the police. You could call an ambulance.

Why were you so hesitant? And why was he so against on wanting help?

He was dying, for god's sake. And, not to mention, the fact that he was stuck inside an animatronic. Did he seriously want to just die and rot in the suit?

As you were walking, your legs felt like they were lead. It was getting harder to walk, and the anxiety was back. Your breathing picked up, and the fear was returning.

Was it even real? Were you going crazy? This couldn’t possibly be happening. It just couldn't.

"What happened to you?" You asked.

You couldn’t stop yourself. The words just flew out of your mouth. You didn't expect an answer, so, when he responded, it was a shock.

“Revelation.”

You were confused, and, once again, you couldn’t help but ask. "What does that mean?"

You made it to the table. Your hands shook as you moved the box from its place, and your breathing picked up, but the fear had returned. It was holding you in its grip.

He didn’t answer right away, his eyes were glazed, and his jaw was clenched, and you thought that was going to be the end of the conversation.

Then, his body jerked, and, within seconds, his eyes were staring right at you, and, this time, they weren't glazed. They were wide, and full of emotion.

"Please… just, leave.”

Your breath hitched, and your eyes widened. You froze. Your mind was blank, and all the thoughts stopped.

All that was left was him. Him and his voice.

You swallowed and, slowly, your eyes glanced back. You stared at him, and he stared back. You couldn't do anything but stare.

And, in that moment, his face was soft, and his eyes were filled with pain. He was hurt, and he was pleading, and all you wanted to do was run to him and hold him.

It was like your mind switched. The fear was replaced with determination, and the need to comfort was strong.

He needed help. He needed help. You couldn’t leave him like this. Not when he was dying, and not when he was suffering.

You couldn’t let him die. Not when you had the chance. So, you nodded, and, without a word, you turned.

You’d do as he said, for now.

You grabbed the box and, without a second glance, you turned and left the room. Your mind was set, and your plan was set. You knew what you were going to do.

You were going to call the police. And then, you were going to come back and save him. You were going to save him, no matter what.

It was what he deserved. It was the least you could—

Your name was called upon, and it was so loud that your body jerked, and your feet tripped over themselves. You were able to catch yourself, but you fell against the wall, and the box slipped from your hands.

You didn’t care though, only focusing back on the room you just left. He had moved, his head was twisted, and his arm was stretched out, his fingers wiggling.

He was struggling to get up, his other hand pushing him up, and, after a few failed attempts, you decided to help.

You were quick to rush into the room, ignoring the warnings, and, carefully, you put his arm over your shoulders, and you helped him stand.

His body was heavy, and the weight was hard to support, but, the minute his body was off the ground, his free hand wrapped around your waist, and he used you as his support.

He was leaning against you, his chest was on your shoulder, and his head was resting next to yours.

And, for a minute, you thought he had passed out. He was still, and his body was unmoving, and you were convinced he had died.

Then, the rabbit's eyes opened, and his hand squeezed your side. He lifted his head and, before you knew it, his eyes were locked onto you.

And then,

Pain.

You couldn’t describe the pain. It was sharp, and it felt like something was piercing through your stomach. You looked down, and your breath hitched.

In the blink of an eye, he had turned, and his other hand had shot up. His hand was buried inside you, blood coating his fingers.

You couldn’t make out the expression he was wearing, not with the pain taking over. But, you were sure he wasn’t smiling.

His hand had stabbed into your side, the suit had ripped, and, when he pulled his hand out, blood came spilling out.

And, with that, the fear returned, and the pain grew. Your knees buckled, and your body slumped, his body going with you.

You landed on the floor with a thud, your eyes staring up at the ceiling. Your vision was blurred, and it was getting hard to keep your eyes open.

But, even through the pain, and the blood loss, your eyes were focused on him. He was on top of you, his eyes watching, and his face unmoving.

"I… told you,” He paused, and his breath hitched, his body jerking, "no police."

Then, he stood up straighter, and his body turned. His head tilted a bit, following the sounds of metal bending and limbs cracking, before his eyes looked back at you.

You couldn’t tell the emotion in his eyes, not with your vision fading and the head covering his face, but, his voice gave it away.

He was apologizing.

You were unable to speak. The blood had filled your throat, and the pain was too much. So, the only thing you could do was stare and listen.

He took a step closer, his hand raising, and, slowly, he brought it down. He pressed his finger against your forehead, his claw-like fingers poking into your skin.

And, then, his voice sounded, his voice ringing in your ears, and his last words were,

"Naivety. That was always your flaw."

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lovesick-feelings · 10 months

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Do you have a design of Freddy (OG Fredster)? I want to see my dad (sorry for saying that)

No, no I can definitely see the resemblance... I think you may be up to something, dear (∩ ⌣̀_⌣́)

Also I'm gonna start trying to add more color to my art! Never been confident with coloring but an artist gotta do what an artist gotta do (⌐▀͡ ̯ʖ▀)

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greenandsorrow · 2 months

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since u have the purple guy tagged in your master list can you write something with him? the first thing that comes to mind is smut, but can I request something with the prop 'I can fix him'? tysmm

Usually I only write oneshots out of requests but I have a vision for this one so bare with me.

"I can fix him."

William Afton x fem!reader (nsfw)

WARNINGS; age gap (William in his forties & reader in her twenties), schizophrenia, violence & gore, toxic relationship, sexual themes, daddy k!nk, old trauma, death & loss, hurt/comfort, me changing the canon lore (does it even exist at this point???), fnaf games inspired and closer to the 2014-2016 fan base, not based on the movie, stalking, it's a cliché, third person's pov

SUMMARY; She was desperate for a job. Working in a pizzeria while also babysitting the boss's children isn't an easy task. Especially when the boss and his children are still grieving the loss of the youngest in the family. William Afton is an intelligent man, a dangerous one even. Will y/n be able to break down his walls before it's too late? Before he becomes a child murderer and before he gets stuck in the Spring Bonnie suit?

PART 1 *soon

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dervampireprince · 7 months

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ASMR | FNAF - Glamrock Freddy x Listener SFW Glamrock Freddy Holds You As You Cry

[M4A] [Established friendship] [Platonic but implied that Freddy has a crush]

Another FNAF boy! I know it's not the one everyone wants, but I'm really struggling to attempt Moon's voice and can't get myself sounding close to him so in the mean time please accept a Freddy Fazbear.

Custom audio commissions are open! Full public spicy audios on sound gasm (link in pinned post). 2 Exclusive spicy audios on Patreon every month. I also stream on Twitch every week @ dervampireprince . [minors + ageless blogs dni. this blog is for 18+ only.] [do not repost/reupload/edit any of my content]

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unidentifiedseacreature · 1 year

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Glamrock Freddy Headcanons

Links to other characters at bottom of post

General headcanons to know beforehand

- Classic animatronics are better with little kids since the original pizza chain was aimed more towards under 10s before sun & moon were introduced

- They all love Dance Dance Revolution but no one can prove who the best is

- Meet and greets usually happen once or twice a day after performances. They're like at disneyland where you can meet them, get a picture, and chat for a few seconds

Freddy 🐻

- Most responsible and often on damage control for the other glamrocks

- Very high tech emotional recognition to ensure guests are entertained. If you're in a bad mood he will glance at you worriedly until he has the chance to pull you aside and ask what's wrong

- Sometimes he's so focused on emotional recognition he comes across as clumsy and air headed

- Extremely empathetic and understanding

- Always very polite

- Shares sympathetic moments with mothers who're trying to make their kids behave

- Doesn't know how to play rough

- Although programmed to be a vessel for capitalism, is always rooting for the underdog and likes to muse about the higher-ups with the more down to earth employees. He is still very excited when guests show off their freddy merch

- Love language is acts of service

- Bends down in photos with kids

- Holds phones like a middle-aged person

- Most teens prefer the other glamrocks but every now and then you'll get a group of teenage boys going "yoooo Freddy, come play fazerblast with us". They're doing it ironically but they always end up having a good time so who's really winning?

- Major design flaw is that Freddy is too tall for most of the fazerblast layout

- Very physically affectionate but respects boundaries

FNAF Character Headcanons

Montgomery Gator

Glamrock Chica

Roxanne Wolf

Daycare Attendant

Glamrock Bonnie

Glamrock Foxy

DJ Music Man

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the-lapis-lazuli-corner · 8 months

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Sun my beloved <3 keychains!! :D

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occasionally-art · 1 year

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Made this for Valentine’s Day and forgot about it. Do enjoy.

#fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf glamrock animatronics #fnaf glamrock freddy #art #drawing #digital drawing #occasionally art #fnaf sb #freddy fazbear #fnaf x y/n #fnaf x reader #freddy fazbear x reader #Glamrock Freddy fazbear X y/n #fnaf memes #valentine #love

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lily-pythonz · 1 year

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HOTTIE | FREDDY FAZBEAR

summary: It was your 3rd night being a nightguard at Freddy's, until something unexpected happened.

warnings: fluff, praise, pet names, fingering, creampie, unprotected-oral sex, overstimulation, tit play, degradation, doggy style, and more fluff.

It was your third nightshift at Freddy's, you didn't really like it here but you had to at least work so you could pay your bills, and feed your family. But, there was this one animatronic that you've always kept your eye on. Freddy Fazbear. The leader of the whole band, you loved him, thought he was attractive in some way. You didn't know why but you felt some sort of attraction towards him.

It was a weird feeling to have towards a robot.

But, you felt this way towards him nonetheless. So, you were in your office, checking cameras to make sure all of the animatronics were in there place but no. One of them was gone, it was Freddy, you panicked and closed both of the doors.

When you saw Freddy arrive at the door, you just froze, staying still. Not moving a muscle.

"C'mon sweetcheeks, open the door." He rasped, "N-No! You'll just come in and kill me!" You stuttered out, "Oh, I promise I won't cause you any harm if you just open the damn door." He threatened.

"Fine." You gave up and opened the door, letting him in. He walked inside and unexpectedly pinned you to the wall, "Freddy! What are you doing?!" You were shocked, how did he know what he was doing?

"Oh, sweetcheeks. I always wanted to hear you scream my name, and that's gonna be happening tonight." He admitted, your face turned completely red as you felt heat grow between your legs.

"You want this too, don't you, my little cock-dumb-whore?"

"Yes! P-Please! I need you, Freddy. I need you inside me." You begged, and he smirked. Freddy took off all your clothes, leaving you completely naked in front of him.

He grabbed one of your breasts with his paw, and started to fondle it. "Stop t-teasing, Fred!" You moaned out. Freddy stopped and went down to rub your clit which made you moan loud.

Freddy grew impatient and shoved one of his paws inside of you, hitting that spot inside of you, making you moan loudly.

"Ah- fuck!" You moaned out.

"Be a good girl, and keep quiet." He demanded. You nodded and put your hand over your mouth to try to muffle your moans.

"Good girl, good fucking girl." he praised.

Those words made you clench around him tighter, "Oh? You liked that?" He rasped.

You nodded, as Freddy thrusted his paw in and out of you fast, and rough but not too rough. You nearly screamed out his name, making him smirk widely, "Freddy! h-hah!" You moaned, but it was more slurred, high pitched, and pornographic.

He knew you were close to cumming, because you were clenching around him so damn tight. "Cum for me, slut." He hissed, and those words sent you, causing you to cum all over his paw.

You screamed out his name but you bit down harder on your hand to muffle the screaming. "Such a slut you are." Freddy chuckled, "mm.." was all you could let out from all the moaning, whimpering, and screaming. You finally let your hand out of your mouth looking down at to see that it was bruised from you bitting down so hard on your hand.

"We're not done yet, sweetcheeks." He growled.

"Freddy! Enough with the fucking teasing and fuck me!" You whined out, "Such naughty words coming out of that pretty mouth of yours." He said as he smirked, "But, I'm not done with you yet."

"Hands and knees, now." He demanded, backing away from the wall, giving you some space to get on your hands and knees, you did as demanded and looked up at Freddy with lust filled eyes.

He popped open the hatch where his pelvis area was, as his big cock flew out, making your mouth drop from how big he was.

Freddy flipped you over to where your ass was up and facing him, making your face turn completely red. He rubbed his tip against your slit, making him groan softly.

And you? Your breath was starting to become faster, and you moaned softly. "Freddy please.." you begged.

Hearing your begging, he shoved himself inside you, making you whimper. But after a while pleasure took over from the pain, making you moan loudly. He started to thrust in and out of you, roughly, and fast, making you catch up with your orgasm pretty quickly.

Tears filled your eyes, "it's too much!! Freddy!!" You cried out, "Shhh, it'll be okay. Just come all over my cock.."

With those words, you came all over his thick, huge cock. You screamed, tears still filling your eyes from the overstimulation. Freddy still was fucking you through your orgasm, he was close too. "Fuck, baby. I'm close." He slurred, as he sped up the pace even more.

That leading him to cum inside of you, it filling you, spilling out of you. He grabbed one of your breasts and massaged it, as you screamed his name for a third time. Your throat will definitely be sore in the morning, after screaming all night.

"You've been such a good girl, maybe next time I'll give you an award for being so good for me." He rasped out, you nodded eagerly and he laughed. "I knew you would love that, sweetcheeks."

He pulled out of you and put his cock back in that hatch of his, kissing your forehead then drifting off to sleep, you did as well.

#five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddy's smut #fnaf smut #smut #freddy fazbear #Freddy Fazbear smut #Freddy Fazbear x reader #Freddy Fazbear x you #Freddy Fazbear x y/n #minors dni

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shattered-glory · 6 months

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𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕄𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕄𝕪 𝔾𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕟 (Funtime Freddy x Reader) Preview!

"Yes sir, I will be there at 12 AM tomorrow morning. Yes. Thank you, I will and you too, goodbye," you placed your phone face-down on your desk and kicked your feet up, sighing in joy. You were just hired for another gig. You preferred to stay away from Fazbear Entertainment and Afton Robotics LLC., as you'd seen some messed up stuff in those companies. For example, weird assets such as genitalia in their machines, a dead body here and there, etcetera.

However, you couldn't pass up an opportunity like this. You were getting paid $40 by the hour for this, so you jumped on it faster than a whore on a man. You stuffed your phone back into your pocket and shuffled out of your room and into your workshop to gather the tools you were going to need later tonight. Wrench, Screwdriver, nuts and bolts, the usual stuff. You were lost in thought when your alarm went off.

"I better start getting sleep now before I have to get up early," you yawned and scuffled your hand through your pocket to find your car-keys so you could get home in time to eat and sleep. It was certainly going to be an interesting job this time around, Circus Baby's Entertainment and Rentals? That place gave you the creeps as a teenager. Especially the bear. Something about him felt wrong.

Once you managed to drive home with an order of McDonald's, scarfing your burger and fries down before you could even get home, you brushed your teeth and curled into bed. You were tired, but you couldn't help your nerves bouncing around like children at a playground.

BEEP BEEP BEEP!!! You jumped at the sound of your alarm. It was 11:30PM, and you didn't even remember drifting off to sleep. You yawned and rolled out of bed to get ready. You turned on the coffee machine as you hopped into a shower, the warm water rolling down your sore muscles. It was going to be a LONG night.

Once you finished getting dressed, fed, and caffeinated, you loaded yourself up into your car and began to drive towards the building. It was a dark night, with stars blotting the sky and the moon casting light down upon the earth. It was chilly but peaceful.

As soon as you made it to the large, metal door, you noticed a note from Afton

'Sorry, couldn't make it. Go down the elevator and go through the Funtime Auditorium, the Maintenance Room and Parts & Service is straight across - Afton'

You grumbled a curse lightly before stepping inside and found what looked like an extremely well-built elevator with buttons galore. You gawked at the look, before squealing when it started to move down, down down.

It stopped with a loud beep and the doors opened. It was a tiny vent and you groaned, beginning to crawl. 'Just Wonderful' you thought, cramped and uncomfortable.

At last, you finally made it through BOTH sets of vents and the large, dark auditorium, the door labeled "MAINTENANCE" in big, bold letters came into view.

You stepped silently into the Maintenance Repair room, clicking on your flashlight and looking around in the dark until finally, you saw the big, 6 foot white and purple bear sitting on the conveyor belt, powered down and ready for you to fix him. The clipboard from the owner sat beside him, explaining his issue. You felt your heart drop when you saw him.

You sighed and almost gagged in anxiety, stepping closer and setting down the toolbox on the conveyor next to him. You stared at him for a moment, his lifeless eyes staring out into the darkness. You shuddered "Yeah... no, I'm not getting paid enough for this" you grumbled, picking up and reading the clipboard.

It stated that the animatronic had suffered a malfunction of his power supply and also explained how his, quote, "Face Plates" would sometimes become stuck open, scaring the children, and his voice-box glitched out a lot, too. The name ''Funtime Freddy'' was written on the clipboard, along with a number to call in case any more problems would occur. His blueprints, manual, previous maintenance logs, and information were attached as well.

"Funtime Freddy, huh" You repeated, setting down the clipboard and picking up a wrench. "Well, are you ready, Freddy?" You laughed at your own rhyme, and felt dumb about how you were talking to a broken machine who wasn't even sentient. You shook your head and continued to read in the attached manual about how to open him up.

You followed the manual on how to open him, pressing all the buttons in order and eventually opening him up. You saw that one of the face plates was stuck. It should have been open, but his face sat frozen, staring straight ahead, a creepy, wide grin across the bear's face, showing off his teeth.

You shuddered again, you hated working on these things; however, you never touched this one, though, nor even seen him this up-close. You figured that he wasn't that big, but his paperwork says otherwise. You were skimming over previous mechanic's jobs, and realized that there was a disclaimer where, Freddy beat up the previous maintenance repair team so bad, they were stuck in P.T for 6-8 weeks. You felt my heart drop to your stomach.

You realized that, if Funtime Freddy was capable of injuring the ENTIRE staff of their Maintenance team, he could easily do the same to you which gave you a nasty taste in your mouth. You took his face plate and attempted to force it open, however, even with all your force, it wouldn't budge.

You sighed and used screws to loosen the joint, pulling it open and tightening it back. Perfect! You could have sworn the bear looked at you, though. You felt your hair raise on your arms and neck but disregarded it as your mind playing tricks on you. You sighed, and thought the job was done; however, you forgot that his power module needed fixing, so you followed the steps to open his stomach plate to find it. It was definitely busted, so you went into the parts and service area to find a new one, leaving Freddy alone on the conveyor.

As you looked through the shelves and drawers to help a replacement power module, you felt a feeling of someone watching you. You looked around in the room but saw no one. You ignored it and continued, eventually finding a new power module in Funtime Freddy's model. It seemed to be brand new, the small, red light blinking on it rapidly.

You sighed, clicking back on your flashlight to prepare to face the bear once again, and went to walk back to the conveyor. Your shoes clicked against the tile, making a satisfying echo but to your dismay, once you looked back up towards Freddy, he was gone. You dropped the module and froze. The hair on your arms and neck raised in terror as all you could muster to whisper was a measly; "Oh.. oh god"

You scanned the whole room, but could not find Funtime Freddy. All of the other animatronics or empty endos who were in the Parts and Service room were sitting dormant in their respective places, so you knew it couldn't be one of them. You tried to remain calm, until You heard a door open somewhere in the room, causing you to freeze and let out a slight whimper from your throat. You stood, absolutely still, listening for the next sound.

Your blood ran cold as a loud voice spoke from behind you.

"HELLO, BIRTHDAY GIRL..." Continue reading here!

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cherrysodabear · 9 months

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🐻Cheek squish for the freddies! + headpat for fredbear🐻

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frost-queen · 5 months

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To his liking // part 2 (Reader x Steve Raglan /W. Afton)

Summary: Hired, you have your first glance at the old pizzaplex. To your surprise Steve is there for unknown reasons. The job description slowly becoming more clear when you finally meet what's behind the curtains. [part 1 & part 3 ]

The car lights dimmed on the sign board. A happily looking bear waving with a mic in his hands. Eyes still glued on the sign, you opened the door, getting out. Seeing how the building was in it’s worst shape you seemed to pity it. Pity a building, strange. Nothing in the nearest range. Completely cut off from the world it felt. A hidden secret amidst the jungle. Shutting the door you approached the building more.

On your way you reached for the key Mr. Raglan had given you after your job appointment. An old key with a pizza slice keychain. Standing in front of it, you saw how dirty the windows were. With your sleeve you wiped it across the window, trying to clear it. It was helpless. So much dust and dirt collected over the years. Pressing your arm against the glass, you neared to peek inside.

How could you do your job when the place seemed deserted. Clearly no one would hold their birthday parties here anymore. Not at the state of it. – “Beautiful isn’t it?” – you suddenly heard startling you. Gasping loud you turned around, heart skipping a beat at Mr. Raglan. – “Mr. Raglan what…” – you started wondering what he was doing here.

He didn’t acknowledge your answer, looking at the building. – “It’s a shame it lost it’s glory. Oh what a glory it was.” – he spoke. You rose your eyebrow feeling as if he spoke from experience. – “Did… did you come here when you were young?” – you asked him. His eyes batted down to you. – “No.” – he answered in all seriousness. – “Shall we go inside?” – he had clasped his hands together, rubbing his palms together.

You simply followed as he gestured for you to open the door. So you did feeling his presence close by. The door opened as you walked into the dark entrance way. Mr. Raglan came standing beside you, staring with some pity at the destroyed interior. Tables and chairs flipped over. Litter everywhere. Crumbs and dust covered the carpet. It didn’t match up to why you were here.

“Mr. Raglan?” – you started wanting to speak him about it. He interrupted you only thinking of his own pleasures. – “Come I’ll show you the stage.” – he took you by the wrist, pulling you along. He manoeuvred with you through litter and fallen tables to get to the stage.

“You’ll be right in your element.” – he said pulling you along. He come to a stop at the stage, taking a moment to look at it. – “Mr. Raglan I don’t understand what…” – you began again once more cut off by him. – “Wait here.” – he said letting go of your wrist. – “But…” – you spoke words useless to his calling. Raglan disappeared in another room leaving you alone. You took a moment to look around. Is this where you needed to be? Did you even want to stay?

Something about this place made you feel uneasy. This was no place to play dress up for some kid’s birthday. You started to question what your purpose was. Was Mr. Raglan pulling a prank on you? The curtains were not evening up leaving you with a few millimetres of room to peek through the curtains. You tried looking through the small gap, wanting to know what was on stage.

It was too dark to see anything. Vaguely you could make out a few shapes. – “Mr. Raglan?” – you called out. Leaning in more, you slowly moved your hand up to the curtain. With trembling fingers you neared the curtain. Reaching for it. Wanting to know what secrets they held.

Your finger touched the fabric ready to pull the curtain back when the lights flashed on with a loud thud. It made you scream pulling your hand back when the curtains got pulled back. Revealing three standing animals. A bunny, a chicken and a bear.

You jumped back shockingly when lights started to flash on stage. The animals suddenly moving in sequences. Music blasting out of some boxes. The bunny playing the guitar as the bear moved his mic up and down. His mouth opening and closing, head turning in shocks. – “The fun is starting. A celebration that lasts eternally.” – the bear sang. The bear’s head turned to you, body moving forwards as he stared right at you. – “We are always watching.” – he sang sending a rush up your spine.

Something about his words sounding chillingly. The chicken was moving around holding a cupcake in her hand. The bear continued to sing till his voice started to deepen and slow down. Your eyes widened seeing their movement die out till they came to a stop. No more singing. You jumped when Raglan appeared from the side on the stage.

“They aren’t what they used to be.” – he said half chuckling. He came walking amongst them to the front of the stage. – “Did you enjoy the show?” – he asked. When you didn’t answer he dropped his smile. Raglan hopped off the stage to join you once more. He threw an arm over your shoulder, pulling you close to him. – “Meet Bonnie, Freddy and Chica.” – Raglan introduced. You moved your hand up not sure why you were saying hello to some puppets. – “What are…” – you started interrupted by Raglan. – “Animatronics.” – he explained.

You hummed astonished. – “So you expect me to give a little show too?” – you asked him. Raglan looked mischievously down at you. – “Let me see what you got doll.” – he spoke back with half a smile. You walked off as his arm fell from your shoulder. He watched as you went to search for something. Now that the place was lighted up, you had a better look at it. You grabbed a chair that seemed the best.

Setting it in front of the stage. You then grabbed Raglan by the arms, sitting him down on the chair. He smiled beyond himself when you went up to the stage. – “Chica, Freddy, Bonnie mind if I share the stage with you?” – you asked not sure why you were even talking to animatronics. The animatronics standing still in their worn out position. Freddy bend over.

Chica turned away from the crowd and Bonnie with one arm up. You pointed at the side hinting to Raglan if that was where you could find the music. Raglan pulled his shoulders up, not helping out. You went off stage. Raglan seating himself better with anticipation. It felt like he was about to witness his wildest dream.

The music started as the animatronics started to move again. Raglan smiled when you appeared on stage again. Positioning yourself beside Freddy. Freddy was singing as you danced by his side. Gesturing out movements with your hands and moving a bit with your hips.

Raglan inhaled deep leaning forwards. Elbow resting on his knees as his hands were pressed together under his nose from excitement. You caught up with Freddy’s words joining him. – “Come get to know me, and you won't want to leave after tonight. Down here, we're lonely, and we would love you to join us for a bite” – you sang along with Freddy.

Raglan staring hungrily and beyond happiness at you. The music died out again as you felt a bit silly now. Feeling all shy and flustered. Raglan got up clapping loudly. – “Bravo Y/n!” – he cheered, throwing you a kiss hand. You went to the front of the stage as Raglan met up with you. He helped you down the stage. Arms around your waist as he had picked you up and set you back down.

“You are a natural Y/n.” – he said. You smiled breathlessly back at him. – “So Mr. Raglan.” – you started as he had turned away from you. He hummed loud to acknowledge your attention. – “I wanted to ask you about the job description again. It seems a bit unclear to me.” – you explained wondering what your purpose was here.

He turned back to you moving his hands down on your shoulders. – “You will entertain them.” – he spoke making you frown. – “Entertain who?” – you questioned not sure. Which kids would come here at night to host a party?

Raglan turned you around towards the animatronics. – “You’ll entertain them, bunny.” – he whispered at you, pressing his fingers deeper into your skin. – “The… animatronics?” – you wondered half in shock. Raglan lowered his head to your shoulder. – “They’ll love you, just as much as I do.” – he said. You turned round back to him. – “You want me to entertain them?” – you asked again.

Raglan sighed annoyed. – “Yes dear bunny that is the task.” – he tapped playfully on your nose. Your eyes slightly widened with all the warnings going off in your head. There were so many wrongs about this. – “It’s not hard to follow instructions Y/n.” – Steve spoke cupping your cheeks. – “The stage is yours Y/n.” – he looked down at you with a smile.

“Enjoy your first night of many.” – he finished brushing his thumb against your cheek. He let go of you, walking away from you. You stood frozen. Unable to move from both the shock and his lovely touch. Raglan went back through the door disappearing into the night. He wasn’t gone for a minute as the lights fell out.

Leaving you back in complete darkness. Startled you heard some sudden noises from behind you. An uneasy feeling something was nearing. You slowly turned your head to the side. Eyes widening when you looked over your shoulder. Eye to eye you stood with shiny eyes. Those of an animatronic.

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