Sweet Memories BB X Reader

by AuroraEvergreen139

You are a 10 year old girl trapped in a dark room after hours in a pizzeria of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Your dad hates you thanks to your mother dying after giving birth to you. Will your dad come back? Will you manage to find a way out of the room? And if you do, will you last a night at Freddy's? (This is based off of FNAF2)

5. Chapter 5:Nightmares

I awoke in another dark room, tied up this time by rope. There is a piece of duck tape placed across my mouth. My eyes adjust to the darkness and I can see a table with tools of pain and torture. I know this room well, very well in fact. This is the room where Dad torutures me out of little things I have done over the past few years, all because he blames me for my mother's death. My grandparents had taken care of me for five years before they decided my dad was sane enough to take care of me.

Boy where they wrong. He left my his hometown and bought a house in the country, an area where crimes roam wherever they go. The house was old and had a few lost souls still lurking around. The house was cheap because of a recent murder had taken place there and he found it quite interesting. The second he had finished the room where I reside in now, the pain of living with him started. For four years straight, he has torture me here for any reason he can come up with, and I let him.

My mother died right after I was born, or so I was told. If she hadn't gone to that surgery, it would have been a miscarriage. My dad would have blamed her, but she was dead, so he blamed me instead. He called me so many names I lost count of them all and when ever he hurts me, he says that it was all for her, that it might be a way to bring her back.

The door opens, a shadow casts across the room. The shadow was tall. I looked up to see him. He strides over to me quickly, his eyes were dark and cold. He stops at the table and grabs random tools, sharp and twisted, some even rusted over. He comes back to me and holds one of the tools, it was new and still shiny, not knowing that it will soon be stained with my blood. Tears started to spill down my face and I wanted to cry out. I felt a sharp stab of pain in my side and then a searing, blinding pain started. I looked at him and saw that he had started a fire, to heat up the metal to burn my flesh and bones.

After a while of him switching out different methods of agony, I started to black out. Visions swim in my head and nightmares began to form. The pain from earlier seeps into the nightmare and I cried out. One phrase had seeped in with the pain and nightmares, and it was "...You can't..."