I'm a witch,
That has been said;
One good thing at least:
I am clearly not Dead!
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I'm going to apologise for the last chapter here. I didn't write it to offend anyone. This is what my imagination came up with, and it wouldn't go away. (she flips the camera quickly. growling comes from down the corridor)
Ah...anyway. A big shout out to Kosperry's art on Deviant Art - kosperry . deviantart . com) - and Markiplier's "Let's Play on youtube - just search "Markiplier Five Nights at Freddy's - for all the inpiritation.
(light goes out)
Ah! On with the fic!
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Oh Yeah...
I DON'T OWN FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S!
Becca was slowly pulled from her dreams. She couldn't place what had drawn her back to the waking world, but she did know it was persistent. Grumbling like any young person when rousted from their rest, she shifted, and took a swing at the source of the annoyance. What she wasn't expecting was for her hand to meet fur and a wet nose.
'Ow! Bloody hell, what was that for?'
The voice was the final trigger that snapped Becca back to the waking world. She jolted upright, looking around her.
She was in some kind of bedroom. The bed she was in was huge. Everything in the room was huge; at least, compared to her it was. There were set of bookcases, a tallboy, a desk beneath the window. And there was a top hat over on top of a desk, leading Becca to believe that she was in Freddy's room.
Turning to the source of the sound which had woke her. Kneeling beside the bed, his nose clutched in his paws, was Bonnie. Tears pooled beneath his eyes, red pupils locked on her. Guilt built in her chest, and Bonnie's whine wasn't helping any.
'Oh, Bonnie. I'm so sorry,' Becca apologised, her hands clasped above her mouth.
The bunny massaged his nose tenderly. He winced when it stung at every touch. Gritting his teeth, Bonnie turned his attention to the young woman. 'Damn girl, you pack one hell of a punch.'
Becca glanced down, a blush reddening her cheeks.
Bonnie got up off the floor, setting down on the edge of the bed. 'Feeling any better?'
Bonnie ran a hand up and down the opposite arm, a wave of shyness overtaking her. She tried to look at anything but Bonnie, but then everything in here belonged to Freddy. So, her eyes fell to her lap, plucking warily at the bedspread. She nodded slowly.
Bonnie frowned, reaching over and taking her hand, drawing the younger's attention. 'Becca, come on. Tell me what's wrong.'
She shook her head, her gaze dropping off to the side. She couldn't pinpoint what was wrong.
A sigh, and Bonnie pulled back. He moved his hand to her shoulder, the grip gentle and warm. A soft squeeze had Becca looking up at him. Bonnie's red eyes were warm. There was a comfort in them Becca hadn't seen in a long time.
'Come on, Missy,' Bonnie coaxed. 'We need to discuss something with you.'
Bonnie got up off the bed, pulling the sheets down off her body. A brief moment of embarrassed panic overtook her before Becca realised she was fully clothed. The blush refused to leave her cheeks however. She glanced up. Bonnie was watching her, a teasing smirk on his face.
'Shut up,' Becca grumbled.
Bonnie's smirk grew. 'I didn't say anything.'
Becca stood, driving her elbow teasingly into his gut. She grinned at the soft 'ohm!' that escaped him.
'Smart arse.'
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Bonnie dragged Becca out onto the main living room by her arm. She stumbled, barely able to keep up with the hyper bunny. As he hauled her over towards the couches, Becca's foot caught on the edge of the rug. Her hand was ripped from Bonnie's grip. Becca yelped as she fell forwards, arms cartwheeling, trying to keep herself upright.
She closed her eyes, waiting for the impact with the ground to come. But nothing happened.
A pair of arms wrapped around her. The thing was, they weren't Freddy's strong thick arms. They were thin, wiry, and one of them ended in a hook. Becca's eyes snapped open as those arms shifted, lifting her from her position mid-fall and gently depositing her on the couch.
Looking up, Becca's eyes met Foxy's amber ones. It held for a moment. Then the fox pulled back, was across the room and seated on the far couch. The scowl was back in place, but was less fierce than it was before.
Becca looked down briefly, confused about the fox's action. But that could wait for the moment.
Soft feathers brushed against her left side as Chica enveloped her in a hug. 'Are you feeling better, Fledgling?' she asked, drawing her in against her side.
Normally not one to cuddle, Becca allowed herself to settle against the mother hen…she mentally snorted at that. Still, she felt safe in Chica's embrace. She closed her eyes briefly, before looking up into her amethyst eyes.
'Yeah, Chica. I'm feeling a lot better.'
The chicken didn't seem quite convinced, but pulled her a little closer. Warmth radiated out of her, soothing Becca's soul.
Bonnie was being reprimanded by Freddy, while Foxy had turned his glare at the band member. The bunny had slouched in on himself. His ears had drooped over his face, and unshed tears formed in the corner of his eyes. Becca's heart went out to him, but even shifting the slightest had Chica's embrace tightening the slightest before relaxing.
Freddy turned his attention back towards the young human. 'Becca, we need to discuss something with you.'
Becca sat up as best she could; Chica refused to let her move too far. She focused on Freddy, leaning slightly with her hands clasped in front of her.
'Considering what you told us earlier,' Freddy started, holding up a paw when Becca flinched and opened her mouth. He continued on when the younger didn't say anything, 'we're all concerned for you. None of us want to leave you helpless when we can help. We've been talking and we've decided—'
'You're going to move in with us!' Bonnie jumped in, flinging his arms wide. Freddy shot Bonnie an annoyed look while Foxy face palmed. The bunny looked over at the two of them, confusion painted across his face as looked at the other two males. 'What?'
Becca looked around at all of them. 'You…you guys…really?'
Chica realised the oncoming panic attack and pulled Becca closer to her body. She hummed softly, rubbed Becca's shoulder. Becca's posture relaxed back into Chica's body, snuggling into the chicken's body.
The boys stopped glaring at each other, and looked over at her. Becca looked back at them, her eyes at half-mast. Chica stopped her humming, and also looked at all of the boys. She frowned at them, shaking her head at them.
Becca finally found her voice. 'You…really want me…to move in?' she asked. There was a small hopeful tone in it that had all of the band members' hearts break a little. She sounded so small. Like a child…
'Of course we want you to move in!' Bonnie exclaimed, looking at her shocked.
Freddy nodded. 'We've got room for one more person.'
Foxy grunted, drawing her attention. 'I could use another sane person around here,' he grumbled, but there was a hint of a smile on his face.
Becca looked at each of them in turn, assessing each of them. Looking down at her hands, she sighed. 'she couldn't keep running for much longer. And she did feel safe here. But, did she dare…
Looking up again, she looked at each of them in turn. 'If all of you really want me around…'
There wasn't much more to say, as Chica drew into a tight hug. The males were all smiling as well.
(clock ticks over to 6am)
huff...huff...oh, my heart...
Hope you enjoyed the chapter. I will be trying to update every Wednesday...
(tinkling music box chime)
Ah! I'm out of here!
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