A/N: Just thought I'd publish this. Started out as a joke with a friend when I heard that "Five Nights at Freddy's" actually had romance fanfiction. I was like, how would that work? And then this was born. Animatronic identity intentionally kept a secret, just pick your favorite cuddly bot of death and go from there.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING ASSOCIATED WITH FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S.
"There's only one way we can truly be together . . ." His words are choppy, he had never cared to speak clearly to any human before but now it mattered to him, because it was her. He takes his robotic hands and caresses her cheek. She leans into it trustingly, having grown accustomed to the cold bite of the metal beneath the fur. His body doesn't scare her anymore. These hands she had once feared she now found very tender and loving. She gazes at him with such love, a mirror to the depths he feels, and he knows that she feels it for him too. He looks upon her breakable form, remembers all of the nights he wanted to shed her skin and replace it with an exoskeleton like his.
Rule-breaker, doesn't belong, trespasser. He couldn't remember when those words failed to describe her. Truly they have come a long way from that. She was beautiful, wanted, and a freedom from his eternal wandering. He stopped believing that she needed metal bindings a long time ago. This, right now, was perfect. But . . .
"Whatever it is," she whispered softly. Her eyes filled with love, "I trust you."
His animatronic heart stammered at her beauty, she was worth more than any number of ridiculed days of singing the same song over and over for the pleasure of those never-ending brats. She was his solace from those darkened days, the fair moon lighting in the emptiness of his unearthly body. He leaned down and touched her lips gently.
Seized in a sudden flow of his love he let passion take its hold. She curled against him, how perfectly they were together, and responded in kind though he could not feel her lips. Her hands made their way to the connection between his head and shoulders, and his patchwork paws slid softly into her hair.
Then he tightened his grip on her hair and forced her inside to the store room. She screamed. Her voice like heavenly bells echoed inside of the room, full of her love for him. She trusted him. Even as she clawed at his unfeeling arm, those words spoken from her full lips were a caress. He plucked a suit from the table and turned cold eyes on her as she struggled and protested against him suddenly. She said she trusted him. His cold eyes were full of love as he helped her into her costume, with all the tenderness he had in his unfeeling hands.
My, how she glistened in her new form. Free from the fragility of human flesh, she was truly perfect. He sat by her every night after the children left, and petted her faux fur soaked red. She chose not to speak again, though he pleaded with her to sing to him again in her heavenly voice. Still he sat by her, and in his glass painted orbs she was perfect. Even as she began to smell, to his senses she was a bouquet of the loveliest flowers.
Her eyes gleamed with love even as they rotted away. One at a time they drooped, hanging by a thin string, until falling to the floor and decayed in front of him. His love, they were truly together. It was truly perfect now.
They were following the rules.