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by lovinfries4

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Preface

It's Been So Long
Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at /works/36302629.

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Category: F/M, Other Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy's Relationship: Glamrock freddy/Reader, Freddy Fazbear/Reader Character: Glamrock Freddy (Five Nights at Freddy's), Reader, Gregory (Five Nights at Freddy's), Original Characters, Vanessa A. Ness, Vanny Reluctant Follower Beta-Tester, Roxanne Wolf (Five Nights at Freddy's), Montgomery Gator (Five Nights at Freddy's), Moon (Five Nights at Freddy's), Chica (Five Nights at Freddy's), The Blob (Five Nights at Freddy's), Burntrap (Five Nights at Freddy's), DJ Music Man (Five Nights at Freddy's) Additional Tags: Slow Build, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Robot/Human Relationships, Spoilers, Holding Hands, Friendship, Horror, Child Abuse, Not the reader though!!! Reader's a good parent I promise, Angst, Family Fluff, Mutual Pining, Crushes, Fluff, Cute, Sexual Tension, Romance, Kissing, Literal Sleeping Together, Cuddling & Snuggling, Domestic Fluff, Size Difference, Mechanophilia, Hand Jobs, Dry Humping, Smut, Vaginal Sex, vibrating dick, Biting, Praise Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Rough Sex, Aftercare, Morning After, Happy Ending, Found Family, Adoption, Parent Reader, Freddy is a Dad, Falling In Love, Domestic
Language: English
Collections: Just... So cute..., And Suddenly: A Child, You In The Story Bro, International Fanworks Day 2022 - Classic Fic Recs Stats: Published: 2022-01-09 Completed: 2022-01-23 Words: 59,505 Chapters: 40/40 It's Been So Long

by sammys_lover

Summary

You're a live-in nanny for a young boy by the name of Gregory Anderson, having raised him more than his neglectful biological parents since his birth. You love him like he was your own son.

When his mother takes him out of your care and gives you the day off, you receive a phone call that is every parent's worst nightmare.

Gregory had gone missing.

Prologue - Since Last I've Seen My Son

You hadn't been able to breathe since you got the call.

It had been 5:32 PM, you were planning on getting Chinese food for dinner, and you had just gotten back to the guest house that you lived in when- well...

Mrs. Anderson called.

You had been given a day off—you were a full time, live-in nanny to her and Mr. Anderson's son, Gregory. And while you had had an odd feeling about leaving Gregory that morning, you were not his mother. (Though you had spent more time bonding with and raising him than his actual parents.)

It hadn't been your place to insist that you didn't mind taking care of Gregory after school.

Even though you should have.

….But you hadn't.

Oh, why didn't you insist you were fine to work today?

According to Gregory's mother, she had taken him to the Pizzaplex only a half hour away from their home after pulling him out of school early, and- well, she wouldn't give you the details. All you knew was that she lost him.

She LOST HIM.

You had been in a blind panic ever since, driving like a maniac after abandoning your evening plans, your phone conversation with Diane having gone something like this:

"What do you mean he's gone?!"

"I mea- Y/n, please-" she had sobbed into the phone. "My baby is gone- I- I need you, please get here quick!"

"Get wh- Mrs. Anderson, please- take a breath- where are you?"

"We were at the- the uh- Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaplex on- on- oh, what is the road called-?"

"Got it. Got it, I kn- have you called 911?"

"What?"

"Have you called 911?"

"No, no, the security officer told me that they would handle it."

"Diane, you need to hang up with me and then call the police."

There is no response aside from crying as you almost run a red light, slamming on your brakes before you get T-boned.

"Diane-"

"Why are you lecturing me?" She cries again. The Pizzaplex doesn't sound crowded on the other end of the phone, and while you want to ask her why she was standing around instead of looking for Gregory, you didn't want to get any more worked up and end up in a car accident.

You peel into the parking lot, not even bothering to lock your goddamn car before sprinting through the parking lot in the dying light of the evening, throwing open the main doors of the grand, 80s themed building.

"Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex! Would you like an hour pass?"

You're stopped at the check-In desk thing, where a smiling young woman with wolf ears on her head greets you.

You nod, knowing that this place would only be open for another hour anyway. You fork over 30 dollars, and she gives you a little watch that looks like Freddy Fazbear. Well- that new version of him.

You thank her before sprinting inside and quickly finding yourself in a dying sea of children, and only a few parents. There's a concert going on at the main stage, where Freddy, Chica, and those new animatronics were performing.

You don't see Diane anywhere, and you realize that your phone is still pressed against your ear, and you can hear her crying quietly on the other end of the line.

"Diane, where are you?"

You look around the sea of kids, calling Gregory's name, your voice lost beneath the singing animatronics. Lost beneath the children and their screams of happiness.

Diane is too hysterical to answer you properly.

You hang up the phone.

You call 911.

You frantically search for Gregory as an animatronic malfunctions onstage, and the entire Pizzaplex erupts into chaos.

A Fazwatch Mishap

Hours later, long after security had forced you out of the building and the two police officers that had bothered to show up insisted that Gregory had run off to hang out with his friends (despite the fact that he was TEN YEARS OLD and ALONE) before calling it a night, you were outside of the building, sitting on one of the benches beside Diane, who was smoking a cigarette as she cried, making it all the more difficult for you to call all of Gregory's friends' parents.

"How could this happen to me?" Diane whimpers, hand shaking as she takes another puff. You hang up your phone, which was nearly dead. None of his friends had seen him.

If you weren't so utterly terrified for this little boy, you would have been furious with Diane. She hadn't shown any concern for Gregory- it had been all about how she was devastated, how could this happen to her, this is the scariest thing she has ever gone through in her entire life... and nothing about Gregory. Not a word about what he could be going through right now.

You say nothing.

"How am I going to tell John?"

You have your face in your hands, not bothering to look at her. Her husband, John, cared just as much about Diane as he did Gregory. He was probably too busy fucking his secretary- oops, you mean, working late, to care that Gregory was missing.

"I think you should go home, Diane."

Your voice is shot like you had been screaming and crying for hours – but you had merely been tense, completely awash with panic.

"Okay. O- thank you, Y/n."

You don't say anything as she gets up, still smoking as she wanders away in shock.

You weren't sure what time it was. All you knew was that you had been searching for hours. Making calls for hours. Handing out the crappy, crudely made, thrown together missing posters out in front of the Pizzaplex for hours.

You were the only one, out of you and Diane, to actually have any photos of Gregory on your phone.

You sit on the bench in the dark alone.

As soon as it registers that you're alone, tears flow forth, and your shoulders hunch as you try to muffle your cries in your hands.

Gregory was gone. He needed you, and you hadn't been there.

He was gone, and his careless, self-absorbed mother couldn't care any less about his safety while she pitied herself.

In a moment of intense frustration and tension, you try and take off the stupid Fazwatch that was still on your wrist, feeling like one of those unbreakable paper hospital tags, and accidentally pressing several buttons as you struggled to undo it.

"God damn it, how do I get this stupid thing off...?!"

Your voice is shot, and you're about to get hysterical when the faintest "Y/n?" comes from the watch's speaker.

You freeze.

"GREGORY?!"

You, through tear-blurred vision, stare with wide eyes at the little screen.

"Y/n, can you hear me??"

"Yes, I can- oh my god, sweetheart, are you okay?! Are you hurt?? Where are you??"

"I'm fine, but- but the shutters are down, and I can't get out!"

You've gotten up off of the bench, the missing person posters falling down onto the ground, falling in a puddle. You're pacing and looking around as if you could spot him.

"Get out of where? Gregory, where are you?"

"I'm trapped! I'm inside the Pizzaplex!"

You turn and look at the huge building behind you, where countless people had been disappearing for months. It was closed now- and you can see through the front doors that the shutters are down. You run up to the front doors anyway, but they don't open. They don't even budge.

"Are you hurt? No- you already said you're fine but uh- oh, what happened?"

"...Diane got so mad at me, and I... I didn't mean to run inside, but..."

Worry washes over you. Diane hadn't mentioned a fight with Gregory, but then again, she... she hadn't mentioned much at all. You shake your head.

"Okay. It's alright now. Can you leave the Pizzaplex?"

"No, but we're okay. We have to wait until six am for the shutters to open."

"We?"

"Yeah, me and my friend- listen, Y/n- I don't know if I can talk right now. I have to be quiet."

You feel all of your panic wash over you again, because he was in that huge place, and he was with a "FRIEND" and he could be in danger-!

"Gregory, who are you with right now?"

There's a long pause, and you look from your Fazwatch to the building over and over again.

"I think they're coming." He's whispering into the watch now, and your heart beats wildly in a panic. "I've got to go."

Oh god.

Oh god, oh god, oh god.

"Gregory?? Who's coming? Are you there? Hello??"

The watch is silent. The call has ended.

Gregory is in the Pizzaplex.

Breaking and Entering is Wrong, But Befriending Animatronic Bears is Fine

Chapter Summary

In which our dear reader begins mission "Save Gregory" and meets an unexpected ally.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Your mind is racing now, and you blindly reach for your phone to call 911 when you realize two things. The first is that even if you had called the police, they wouldn't care enough to help you rescue Gregory. The second is that your phone had fallen into the puddle with the missing posters.

You pick it up and discover that it's soaked beyond repair, water sloshing around behind the now-cracked glass screen. You had nothing around to fix it, either. It's useless now, but you dry it off as best you can before you throw it into one of your jacket's pockets.

"Fuck!" your hands push your hair back in a panic, running to the side of the building.

Whatever was happening was seventeen kinds of terrible, and no matter what happens, you know that you need to get to Gregory NOW. You don't care about getting a breaking and entering charge, you just- it was like you were the only person who actually cared about this kid at all, and it was your duty to make sure he was safe. No matter what happened to you.

The alleyway on the left side of the Pizzaplex was dark, and unbelievably creepy. There are large garbage bins that look too clean to actually be used regularly, surrounded by several wooden palettes, a few empty pizza boxes, a really beat up old office chair, and an old tire. Among the garbage on the ground was the usual scattered pebbles, all illuminated by a streetlight shining over a tall wooden fence that separated the side of the Pizzaplex and the building beside it. The street is eerily quiet.

There are quite a few doors around the loading dock that you find, and truck after truck was parked pristinely in a line, like this place hadn't been used in forever.

You try the handle of every damn door, hoping that someone – SOMEONE had been absent-minded enough to leave one open, but every single exit was locked – even as you stumble beyond the loading dock. Everything is locked, and you're on the verge of tears when-!

You spot a huge, HUGE external vent system that seemed to be under construction.

You think back to all those stupid spy movies that you've seen, and decide that it was either you try this, or you break a window with a rock or a brick. And even if you DID break a window, the shutters would stop you.

You have nothing but your keys on you now, and a Fazwatch as your only means of communication. So if you got stuck, you were... sort of screwed.

But you had to do this. You had to go and get Gregory out of there – or at the very least keep him safe until six am. He must be terrified right now.

You look up at the intimidating open ventilation shaft.

You were... actually doing this right now, weren't you?

Your fear of crawling into the dark makes you hesitate.

But the thought of a small, terrified Gregory overpowered any fear you had, and you're filled with determination as you turn away from the open vent.

You look around the alleyway, dragging an old wooden box over to the closed dumpster beneath the vent so you could climb on top of it, and have better access to the vent system.

Its outer... y'know, cover thingy is already gone, and the area around you is sectioned off with construction tape, so you take your chances and enter the vent system slowly, not caring as black grime coats your palms.

The vent, despite being open due to maintenance, has not been worked on at all. It's full of cobwebs, loose screws, and it creaks with every shuffle of your hands and knees as you ascend the easy slope of the vent shaft.

You crawl for a long while.

Every so often, you can see bits of the Pizzaplex through vent grates. Below you are darkened rooms illuminated only by neon light décor, and the occasional flashlight of... what are those, security bots? They must be. That's... mildly terrifying. The beams of light occasionally reveal cardboard cutouts of Freddy and the gang that were scattered around the place.

You had grown up with these characters, and you had also grown up with... well, the stories. About murderous animatronics, about missing nightguards, about the... the missing kids all the way back in like, the 70s or something. When you were little, they scared you to death. The original animatronics did, too. With the exception of Freddy, who you had a plushie of until... well, until the incident in your teens.

You shake your head as you continue crawling, returning your focus on getting to... wherever Gregory is.

The longer you climb, the higher this vent seems to go, and you soon find that the very large vent that you were in seemed to drop you up on the third floor, maybe? Maybe you were lower. and it... hmm, it looks like you're over some of the "Staff Only" areas that are in the back of the Pizzaplex. Maybe towards the front. The minimap on your Fazwatch didn't clue you in on their ventilation systems, so you were completely lost.

You're still crawling when you hear a sharp creak, and before you have any time to react, the vent below you gives way, and you shriek as you plummet down what must have been at least fifteen feet, landing in a- what is this, a bin??

Your body is sore as you lay there, and you rub the back of your head, sitting up and looking around in a daze.

The Staff Only sections are very drab, as you expected, and thankfully the one you had crash-landed in was free of any staff bots, and you seemed to be-

"Who's in here?"

You freeze in place after quickly shrinking back down into the bin, terror flooding through you when a woman's voice rings out on the far end of the hall, her flashlight shining in the opposite direction of you.

You... feel like you know her from somewhere.

"...Come on, kid, I don't have all night."

She sounds so familiar.

You watch silently as her flashlight walks away, and her footsteps retreat into the darkness.

Okay, so not only is Gregory with someone, but that someone is NOT the... who is that, the nightguard?? Why do they need a nightguard if they have security robots??? Oh god. You just- oh, shit, if you're caught in here, you'll be in some deep trouble. So you just need to get your kid and get out.

Well- he's not- he's not technically YOUR kid, but... uh... well, he is sort of your kid, huh?

Anyway.

You get up and out of that bin as quickly as you can, moving as quietly as possible to the nearest door which thankfully led out to the main area of the Pizzaplex. Or- the lobby.

This place seems larger at night, even when it's crawling with security bots – and crawling with security bots it is.

One nearly spots you, and you have to jump back to avoid its path, sticking to the wall as you shimmied along, scanning for any sign of movement that wasn't robotic.

You would try and call Gregory on the Fazwatch, but if he was hiding from someone- probably the security guard – you wouldn't want to give away his position. He was talking about the shutters – the main shutters that had kept you out of the Pizzaplex initially. So maybe he was still near the entrance.

The lobby is a grand, open area, and you would have stopped to indulge your inner child were you not on the lookout for your own lost kid. You instead move through the neon room carefully, eyes scanning the dark as you opened a door that looked to be for staff only.

"Gregory?" you whisper, looking around cautiously as you step down into the dark room, every shadow swirling in the corner of your vision.

Your every nerve is on edge now as you peer into the darkness, squinting as you carefully tiptoe forward. You could have sworn that you saw movement over near the corner, but the room is silent outside of... wheels? Whirring?

Oh, this was also a place you've heard horror stories about. Maintenance tunnels. These places were like hell in the stories you'd heard. About how people, mangled and stuffed inside empty animatronic suits, were dragged down to the deepest reaches below the Pizzerias and other Freddy's locations, left to rot and haunt and never see the light of day again.

You quickly conclude that, while Gregory's one heck of a brave kid, there was no way in hell he would go into this dark tomb willingly.

You move to back out of the room and collide – back to chest – with... someone.

You freeze.

Then you come to your senses and jump back and away from the very, VERY large figure that you had bumped into, whipping around to find GLOWING EYES staring at you, and a HUGE FREDDY FUCKING FAZBEAR RIGHT THERE IN THE ROOM WITH YOU.

So you do what anyone would do in that situation.

You scream like Kevin from Home Alone.

It looks alarmed for a moment, its face shockingly expressive as it takes a step back, its hands up in surrender.

"Please, I did not mean to-"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-"

"Please, do not screa-"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-"

You decide that getting caught by the guard and having to sit in jail for a few days or pay a fine was way better than being ripped apart and EATEN like IN YOUR CHILDHOOD NIGHTMARES, stumbling backwards, about to run when you trip over a barrel and basically eat shit as you wipe out on the floor, your screams melting into terrified breaths as you crawled backwards on your elbows, the animatronic watching you with wide eyes, its ears pinned back.

"I apologize for frightening you," It says, its voice as expressive as its face – shockingly so. "Please, come with me. There is not a lot of time to explain."

You shake your head, too afraid to force yourself to speak.

The bear's eyes seem to... scan you. He looks at you sympathetically as he speaks again.

"You are broken. I can help you if you will allow me."

Broken? What the heck does that mean? You, again, shake your head, getting to your feet as your scraped elbow bleeds inside of your jacket, not taking your eyes off of the animatronic that towered over you.

He's huge. Like- at least seven feet tall. His eyes are a vivid shade of baby blue as they glow in the low light, giving him a frightening appearance, even though his face is full of concern. He was definitely Freddy Fazbear, but... not the one you had grown up with. He was better constructed, much less horrifying overall, and seemed to be a very advanced AI.

"Why are there so many guests locked inside of the Pizzaplex tonight...?" His head tilts as he asks the question – you're not sure if it's directed at you or if he's just... well, he's an animatronic, he can't THINK, but thinking out loud. Then you connect the dots here. Another guest...?

"...have you seen a little boy?"

The animatronic's ears perk up.

"Yes." he takes a half-step forward, freezing in his tracks when you jump and raise your arms to protect yourself. "Are you Gregory's mother?"

"I-…" After a brief debate, you tell him, "I'm... technically, I'm his nanny. Where is he?"

You have no time for small talk, and you didn't want to have to spend any more time with this robot than you had to. You had to get in here, get Gregory, and get out.

Before Freddy can answer you, though, a door and a voice can be heard outside of where you were talking to him.

"Kid, come on out!"

"That is Officer Vanessa," Freddy explains, looking over his shoulder before returning his attention to you. "We must move quickly. If I am spotted, I will be sent back to my room, and I will be unable to help you and Gregory."

Vanessa? That was your sister's name before... it happened. It stings a little to hear that name again, but you can focus on your grief later – that nightguard sounds close.

You look from the animatronic to the doors, then to him, and then the doors again, trying to decide what was worse here. If the nightguard caught Freddy, he wouldn't be able to tell you what he knows about Gregory. You don't know why he wants to 'help' you, so you're far from ready to put your trust in a potentially murderous robot, but at the moment, you really... don't have any better options. You can't just wander aimlessly, and that nightguard will just call the cops on you if she catches you alone, or she'll kick you out without Gregory.

You decide to go with the animatronic.

"...Take me to him."

Freddy moves forward immediately, and you flinch away from him before you realize that he was- he just... he was just leading the way, offering his hand for you to take.

You hesitantly put your hand in his, and he leads you down, down, down... into the maintenance tunnels.

"We must find an alternate route to reach Gregory that will allow us to sneak around Officer Vanessa. Or once she has moved through the lobby, we will be able to return upstairs and retrieve Gregory."

"...I don't want to be down here."

You stop, your feet skidding as you do, and Freddy looks down at you with eyes that... are... very full of compassion. He nods softly, holding your hand loose enough to allow you to pull away.

"I understand that this is a scary situation." His eyes look over your face, his deep voice very soft and kind. He looks very... understanding. "...You do not trust me."

It's more of a statement than a question. It was true that you didn't trust him yet, but you're not about to admit that out loud. You don't say anything.

"What is your name? The guest profile attached to your Fazwatch is blank."

"Why?"

"I would like to promise you that I will help you."

And he needs your name for that?

Nervous, terrified, and in the dark with a giant animatronic bear, you decide to just give him what he wants to get you out of here as soon as possible.

"...My name is Y/n."

"Y/n..." his hand that had held yours before you had ripped it away falls to rest gently on your shoulder. "I promise that I will do everything that I can to keep you and Gregory safe. Now, we must move. You require a first-aid station, and we must get to Gregory before my battery runs low again."

Despite his words, he doesn't move, waiting for... something?

Oh. Oh, he must be waiting for you to give the okay.

"...Alright, let's move. But uh- I don't- I don't need first aid. I'm fine. We need to get to Gregory so we can get out of here."

He hums and- smiles at you??

"You sound a lot like Gregory. He had also insisted that he was 'fine.' and that he did not need first aid."

Oh, that alarms fuck out of you. Why the heck did Gregory need a first-aid station?!

"What?? Is he hurt??"

"Oh, not anymore!"

Freddy looks down at you with wide eyes as he shakes his head, his ears wiggling as the both of you climb a new set of stairs. Ugh- SO MANY STAIRS.

"Wh- what happened to him?"

"He had minor lacerations and bruising. His injuries were treated with antiseptic ointment and bandages. Fazbear entertainment is not liable or responsible for the behavior and potential injuries of guests." he pauses, looking at you sheepishly. "That... was a recording. I want to make sure you are not confused."

The both of you come to a ground floor, and the animatronic stops still as a stone, facing the doors that... must lead to the lobby, you guess.

"It is safe for us to proceed. I will-... hmm. That is... strange."

"What? What, what's strange?"

"Gregory is in an area that is currently off-limits to me. He is in the daycare." He must see the look on your face, because his eyes widen and he opens his hands in front of him in surrender again. "Do not panic. I will call him on his Fazwatch."

You move to stand in front of the animatronic as he... calls... Gregory? He must connect to him, because he speaks.

"Gregory, we are unable to reach you. Check the daycare security desk for a security badge, then let us in."

You fiddle with your hands nervously as you speak.

"Gregory? Sweetpea, can you hear me?"

Freddy smiles, looking down at you cheerfully.

"He sounds very excited."

"What's he saying? What did he say?"

"He is asking how he is still able to hear you. He wants to know why you are not at home."

"Can he hear me right now?"

"Yes."

You're not sure where the speaker is on this uh... guy... here, so you press your hands to his chest? Stomach?? You press your hands there and speak into him.

"Gregory, I- I want to start by saying that breaking and entering is never okay, and it is a crime, and-...don't... do what I did. I'm inside the Pizzaplex, and I'm coming to get you. I'm not going home without you. Now go ahead and let Freddy and I into the daycare, okay?"

It's then that you realize that Freddy is looking at you, and your hands are still on him You're not sure WHY your cheeks burn in embarrassment, but they do, and you pull your hands away as if he had burned you.

"You broke into the Pizzaplex?!"

Freddy sounds shocked as he looks down at you, and his alarm would have been comedic were you not in a terrifying situation.

"I- I'm sorry," you're not sure why you're apologizing to a robot, but... he just... seems so alive that it feels wrong not to. "I don't-...I didn't want to have to break in, but Gregory called me on his Fazwatch- or maybe I called him, I don't know how to use the stupid thing- and I just..." Freddy nods understandingly as you try and find your words, wanting to sprint to the daycare yourself to go and get him as you try and explain yourself to a... giant animatronic bear.

"You were simply doing what is best for your child. I understand."

You look up at Freddy in surprise. He understands? You would have thought that it would be in his programming to- you dunno, blast intruders with deadly laser beams from his eyes or something. You thought the animatronics were all killing machines.

But Freddy seems... different, somehow. Like he genuinely wasn't trying to trick or harm you.

"...yeah, that's exactly it."

You and Freddy watch one another for a quiet moment before you come back to your senses, and you look away, trying to calm the inexplainable heat in your cheeks.

"Uh- which way is the daycare?"

Freddy must get that it's time to go too, and he takes a step, slowing his pace to allow you to keep up with him.

"It is this way. Follow me."

Chapter End Notes

Don't worry, Freddy. The reader will warm up to ya eventually

1:00 AM

Chapter Summary

Alright, a lot happens here, but things will all come together eventually. Just bear with me. Pun very much intended.

As you walked down the hallway, Freddy had taken the time to explain to you what had happened to he and Gregory.

Apparently, Freddy had woken up before his recharge cycle could complete, and when he had, he had discovered that Gregory was hidden away in his chest cavity. The fact that he even had an opening chest compartment terrified you, but he was quick to explain that it was only there for reserved birthday cakes and piñatas, and that it was 'not a safe play area.'

He then told you about how Gregory was... afraid of Vanessa, the nightguard. That she had been after him, and she didn't want to help him. You couldn't see why she would want to hurt Gregory, but you... well, you trusted the kid's judgement. He's a smart cookie. And you get a weird feeling about the nightguard too – there's something off there.

Freddy also told you that he had helped Gregory hide from her, and that the only reason they were separated was because he needed to charge. Why his battery was so low was a mystery to you, but you don't question it just yet.

You're about to ask him what you're supposed to do if Gregory can't let you into the daycare when the lights all around you flicker for a moment, and Freddy stiffens in mild alarm.

"What?"

He says nothing as you question him, looking around in a panic.

"Freddy, what's wrong?"

"Gregory," he says, not speaking to you – he must be back on a call with him. "I do not know what you did, but the lights are out in the daycare!" The alarm in his metallic voice scares you almost as much as the thought of Gregory alone in the dark and in danger, and you stare up at Freddy's face in horror before he takes your hand and walks faster towards the daycare. You have to jog to keep up with his pace.

"You need to find the emergency backup generators and turn them on. They are in the play structures."

"What?? Why?? And why are there generators in a daycare's play structures??"

"I have brought that up with the S.T.A.F.F many times. It is very clearly a safety hazard. But when the S.T.A.F.F attempt to move the emergency backup generators..."

"What? What??"

"The daycare attendant can become... upset. They are afraid of the dark."

Oh, god.

"Why is there a daycare attendant staying here overnight?"

"The attendant is not human. They have no need for sleep."

"They're not gonna hurt him, right?? They're supposed to look after kids, not- not do anything bad, right?"

"The attendant only has one rule. And that is that the lights must stay on at all times. They... do not like the rules broken. We must reach Gregory as soon as possible."

You sprint faster, only hesitating when you hear a distant voice shouting "Security alert, security alert! Woo! Woo!"

You try to force your legs forward, but you're quickly stopped by Freddy's hand as he holds you back.

"Y/n, you must stay here. I cannot hide you – it is not safe!"

"What?! No way, I'm staying with you!"

He looks concerned and in a hurry when he realizes that you weren't about to cooperate, and looks at you apologetically.

"I am sorry about this."

"Sorry about wh- WHOA!"

He grabs you by the waist, hoisting you high up in the air, taking a few steps, and plopping you down on top of a- what the heck is this thing??? It looked like a huge red refrigerator with a long tube that runs all the way up to the ceiling.

"Freddy- wait- hey!"

He had set you up on top of a pretty big structure, and if you were to jump down, you'd hurt your ankles and probably make a ton of noise.

"Stay there."

"Freddy! Freddy, don't you DARE leave me here!"

Your whisper-yelling does nothing to convince him to get you DOWN FROM THERE, because he runs away down the hallway, very quickly out of sight.

DID HE SERIOUSLY JUST PUT YOU IN TIME OUT ON TOP OF A FRIDGE???

You groan in frustration, trying to figure out how you could hop down from there without making a lot of noise.

You could try using the weird wires on the side of the tube thingy as a ladder, but you're... honestly afraid to electrocute yourself.

You want to call Gregory on your watch, but you're still too afraid to give away his hiding spot. You instead find yourself dangling your legs halfway off the thing in an attempt to get down safely when all of the lights go out, and you're in what is almost the complete dark.

You freeze, terror shooting through you as you realize that your legs and ass are hanging down, and you were facing a wall, blind to any threats that could be sneaking up behind you.

You wiggle and scramble up on top of the fridge thing, trying to hide behind the ceiling tube thing as it hummed beneath your fingers. It felt like you were squatting on top of a dryer on a low setting.

Your head snaps from looking to the left to looking to the right when you hear thundering footsteps running your way, and paralyzed with horror before you realize that It's just Freddy, and he tucks himself inside of the red fridge thing.

That's when you hear footsteps – lighter this time, like someone was happily dancing through the Pizzaplex.

You peek out from behind the humming tube to see... a... person in a rabbit costume skipping silently through the room, exiting out of where Freddy had just come from, sending a chill through you.

There was ANOTHER person inside the Pizzaplex.

"What was that?"

You hear Gregory's voice, and immediately perk up, realizing that it was coming from inside the tube.

"That is a fountain," Freddy explains, "A fountain is a decorative reservoir used for discharging water."

You can't help but laugh a little bit, in spite of yourself.

"Not the fountain! You didn't see the dancing rabbit lady right in front of us?"

"No, I did not... there is no rabbit at the Mega Pizzaplex... not anymore."

He sounds so... sad as he exits the weird tube, looking around with caution for the weird rabbit.

"This is crazy. It's like the whole place is trying to get me!"

Freddy must decide that it's safe, and he listens to Gregory as he speaks inside of his chest, focusing now on reassuring him.

"I am not."

"Why?"

"I... do not know. I want to help you. Maybe they want to help you, too."

"I doubt it. For some reason, you're different."

Freddy turns to look at you, seeming relieved that you were where he had put you.

"Y/n!"

"Gregory!" you move to the front of the red fridge thing, looking down at Freddy's chest, though you can't see Gregory. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why are you on top of a charging station?"

"Freddy stuck me up here." you shoot Freddy an unamused look, and he looks at you apologetically once again as he offers you a hand to help you down. You take it.

"I am sorry. You are too large to hide with Gregory, so while I am able to keep him safe from danger, you are a... different case."

You had expected him to help you onto the ground as he got you down and off of the charging station, but he instead holds you bridal style, your cheeks burning as he does.

"What the heck else is loose in here?" you can barely bring yourself to look him in the eye as he moves across the tile.

"...The others. Roxy. Chica. Monty. They are... searching for Gregory."

"They want to kill me!!"

"We do not know that for certain."

"If you don't think they want to kill me, why did you hide me?"

"...he's got a good point," you say, siding with Gregory as Freddy walks carefully through the dark.

"... Because there is something strange happening. My friends are not themselves. I have seen guests and S.T.A.F.F go missing, and I... do not have a good feeling about it."

Hmm. Well. When the animatronic has a bad feeling about something, it's time to panic, you think.

He's quiet for a moment, but then he seems to perk up a little, offering you a hopeful smile as he makes his way to... wherever you were going.

"Good news. The front doors will open in five hours."

"Five hours?!"

You and Gregory say at the same time, with Gregory going on to continue with "I'm not gonna last five minutes!"

"Do not panic," Freddy reassures, his attempt at changing the topic backfiring. "If we get separated again, you can always call me on your Fazwatch – as long as I have power – and I am able to reach you."

"And I'm sticking with you, okay, Kiddo? I'm not going anywhere. Freddy and I are gonna keep you safe. Right, Freddy?"

"That is right."

He walks both you and Gregory out of the daycare pickup area, and you find yourself back in the main lobby again.

"Uh... hey, Freddy?"

"Yes?"

"...could you put me down?"

"Oh!" his ears pin back again, and he very gently sets you down, his hand on your lower back as he makes sure you're steady. "I am sorry!"

"I- It's cool," you smile, hoping that he couldn't see your blush. You're not sure why it was so EMBARRASSING to be carried like that, but uhhhh... oh, it is.

"...we should get moving." Man, even he sounds embarrassed. "We can access the main atrium with Gregory's new security badge."

He leads you to an elevator, and you step inside as he holds the door for you, stepping inside behind you, allowing the door to close as you pressed the button.

His chest whirrs as he opens up, and you turn around to see Gregory as he climbs out of Freddy's chest with the help of his offered paw.

"Gregory!"

You rush forward, pulling him into a tight hug that he returns, almost falling to your knees in relief as you find the crushing weight of your unimaginable fear lifted off of your chest now that he was in your sight again.

You can breathe again.

"Oh my god- sweetheart, I'm so glad you're okay!"

Tears well up in your eyes as you let him go, your hands on his arms as you looked him over, noting those bruises that Freddy had mentioned, a bandage on his cheek and one on his knee.

"Oh- what happened?"

Your eyes wander to the bandaid on Gregory's face, and the bruise that spilled out from underneath it. That was fresh. It hadn't been there when you left this morning, so it must have happened sometime that afternoon.

"Nothing- I'm fine."

"You don't look fine."

He swats your hands away, not meeting your eye as he gives a poor excuse as to why he was so banged up.

"I fell."

You and Freddy exchange a nervous glance, but neither of you push the issue.

"...okay." you give him a soft smile, brushing a lock of hair behind his ear and kissing his forehead, taking a breath as you turned your attention off of Gregory, and back to Freddy again.

"...thank you. For taking care of him."

He smiles at you.

"Of course. I have also identified two possible exit points for you both. The main loading dock is located under the food court on the first floor. There is also a fire escape in the third-floor prize counter. Gregory, Y/n, check your Fazwatches. I will mark both locations on your Faz Maps."

Gregory looks down and expertly makes his way around the watch while you... fumble with it.

"Allow me," Freddy gently takes your wrist, showing you with careful paws how to access the map, and how to call him if you get separated, taking his time to make sure you understood how to use the watch properly. It's... really sweet, actually.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, Y/n!"

Man, you... feel kind of bad. You'd been sort of rude when you had first met him, and... terrified. And this entire hour, ever since he had discovered you, all he had done was try and help you.

"Gregory. It appears that you have no Faz Map. You should be able to obtain one from the greeter on the center balcony."

Oh yeah, that creepy robot that wouldn't leave you alone when you were looking for Gregory earlier that afternoon. You had taken the stupid map just so it would leave you alone.

"Anything else we should know before we head out there?"

"Only that we must be quiet and keep moving. It is the best way to keep you and Gregory safe."

The elevator stops, and you find yourself standing in front of a huge – HUGE atrium, filled with glowing neon lights and countless attractions.

You're about to exit the elevator when a face is in yours, inhuman and pale, tilting as its blackened eyes peer into yours.

It- the robot- say something to you, but you miss it when you scream in surprise and try to shield Gregory as you jump backwards into Freddy.

"Take a map."

It... was... just that map robot again.

"Oh for-"

You snatch the map out of Map Bot's hand, handing it to Gregory as you place a hand over your heart.

"Jesus Fu-" oh shoot, Gregory's in the room. "-uuuudge. Sicles. Fudgesicles, that's... not good. Sorry, that scared me. Uh- what do we do now? Which exit are we heading towards?"

"We may have better luck if we try the fire escape first. Though you will need to access the prize counter security office first."

"Whatever gets us out of here faster."

Gregory steps into the room first, followed by you, and then Freddy.

The three of you easily dodge security bots, and you make your way up to the third floor of the atrium, allowing you a perfect view of everything.

You can't deny the fact that you feel a twinge of anxiety looking down at the main area, where you had looked for Gregory that very afternoon. Where Freddy had malfunctioned. Where the chaos erupted. The feeling of primal panic was still so fresh in your mind, and just thinking about those hellish few hours makes your pulse quicken.

You shake your head, squeezing Gregory's hand that was in your own. He's fine, he's right there. He's alright.

"Good news," Freddy starts as the three of you ascend the now-still escalators, "It looks like the door to El Chip's is open."

"Hey, that is good news!"

You give Gregory an encouraging smile as you three of you walk quietly down the carpeted walkway, arriving outside of the aforementioned El Chip's.

The shutters aren't all the way down, and they don't come all the way up when you move them. You give Freddy a nervous look and find that he looked very serious, his eyes meeting yours, pinpricks in the dark.

Freddy's hand falls on your shoulder, startling you for a moment, and you look up to find him watching something over at the escalators you had come up.

"Roxy has found us. You need to go."

"Wait- you're not coming with us?"

"I cannot access what is not on my map. It seems that when my battery restrictions were put into place, my map was also wiped. You must take Gregory and make your way to the security office."

You look at him in a panic and realize that because Roxy was coming, you don't have a lot of time at all to talk. You duck down and take a peek under the shutters, finding that El Chip's looked to be pretty safe... considering the circumstances.

You motion for Gregory to go inside first, about to duck down under the shutters and follow him when Freddy's voice catches your attention.

"I must warn you: when you enter an area where you do not have a locator map signal, I will be unable to reach your location. When you receive updates for your Fazmap, so will I. You can update your mini-map at a security office."

His face moves from mild to pure concern as he looks over your face, his voice full of... affection as he finishes with a soft "Be safe."

There goes that darned blush again.

"You too, Freddy."

You could have sworn his ears perked up.

"There is nowhere to hide..."

Roxy's voice can be heard getting closer, and Freddy looks over his shoulder to check for her before he grabs the shutter of El Chip's and holds it open for you, allowing you to climb underneath, disappearing from Freddy's view into the dark.

The East Arcade

El Chip's is decorated with neon cacti and sombreros on the walls, with cardboard cutouts of El Chip set up every so often. You briefly wonder why you can't just lock yourselves in here for the night, but decide that the faster you got out, the better.

"Gregory, I'm so sorry about today."

"...It's fine, don't worry about it."

"It's not fine. You were lost, and you're hurt. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you."

There's a long beat of silence as you and Gregory walk down a hallway that seemed to lead to another large area. Right now, it was just a hallway.

"...If you're sorry, then why did you ask for today off in the first place?"

You lift up another shutter and let Gregory through before you let yourself in behind him, heading down the hallway that you hoped was leading you to that prize counter.

"I didn't ask for a day off. Your mom told me that she wouldn't need me at all today."

Gregory looks at you in confusion, his eyes wide.

"So you're not quitting?"

"Quitting?" you tilt your head. "No, of course not!" you give him a small smile, opening up another shutter and letting the both of you into a... purply room. You look around, trying to spot the prize counter as you continue. "I love you to pieces, kid. I'd never leave you like that."

Your smile falls when you hear a little sniffle beside you, and see Gregory wiping at one of his eyes with the back of his hand.

"Hey..."

You move down to his height, gently tilting his face to look at you.

"Hey, it's okay. Don't cry, sweetheart." you pull him into a hug, and he sniffles quietly as he holds onto you tightly, and you pat his back softly. "It's okay. I've got you."

"She told me you didn't want to take care of me anymore..."

She?

There was only ONE she that could be responsible for putting that awful thought in his head, and it WASN'T the nightguard.

You hug Gregory as he tries hard not to cry.

Why the FUCK Diane would tell him that is beyond you, but you DO know that it pisses you off beyond belief. How DARE she make Gregory think that you would leave him??? Why would she make him think that you would abandon him?!

Something was just OFF about today, and you were getting to the bottom of Diane's sneaky bullshit as soon as you get home.

When he lets you go, you hold his face gently in your hands, wiping away a tear as it falls. He doesn't look you in the eyes.

"Gregory. Sweetheart, I would never- never abandon you. You are the coolest, bravest, smartest kid I've ever met, and I love that I get to hang out with you. I love you, and I promise that will never change."

You smile at him, and he finally looks you in the eye, his face softening.

"Okay?"

"...okay."

That will have to do for now. You can't stay here all night tending to Gregory, sadly. Even though it breaks your heart to see him so upset.

You kiss his forehead before you let him go completely, moving to press the buttons on your Fazwatch to let Freddy know that you were out of El Chip's.

"Freddy, uh... Can you hear us? Over."

"Yes, I can hear you. Over what?"

You sigh. Okay. No walkie-talkie lingo.

"Uh- Gregory and I are in a... purple room now. Any idea where we go from here?"

"Oh! Well done! You are in the East Arcade. You should be able to get to the prize counter through the security office. Look for the door with a security badge symbol on it."

"Got it. Thanks."

You click a button on your Fazwatch, offering your hand to Gregory before you get moving, the both of you walking through the arcade.

The purple neon lights shine off the tile as both yours and Gregory's sneakers cross the floor, walking by countless games, your eyes peeled for that prize counter.

You're about to round a corner when you hear her. One of those new characters.

Roxanne Wolf.

"Come on out, kid."

You freeze in place when you spot her, standing in the middle of a row of arcade machines. She's a huge- HUGE animatronic, her wild hair making her look even bigger as her head snaps up to look at you with eerily life-like, piercing eyes.

"Gotcha."

Her tail moves behind her, and her hackles seem to raise on the back of her neck, baring her razor-sharp metal teeth.

The way she's looking at you is predatory, and images conjured by every terrifying description of murder by animatronic flashes through your mind. The arcade is so still and silent that you could have heard a pin drop.

"Run," you whisper to Gregory, not yet making a move. "Gregory, run."

You barely have time to breathe before the wolf charges you, and you shove Gregory out of the way just in time, the snarling mouth of the animatronic snapping at you as she tackled you.

You scream, raising your arm in time to have Roxy chomp down on it, her teeth tearing through your jacket and into your flesh.

The adrenaline pumping through you combined with the instinct to protect your baby is the only way you're able to fight your way out from underneath her, still screaming bloody murder as Roxy refused to let go of your arm.

You try and scramble to your feet, but fall harshly backwards into one of the games in the arcade, making it jolt to life. Its lights flash so vividly in the dark that they make you dizzy, and by some miracle, Roxy flinches and stumbles back and away from you, her hands on her eyes as she growls in pain.

She sounds pissed, so you run as fast as you can around the arcade machines, ducking into one of the photobooths that just so happened to be nearby, holding your breath as you sat in silence.

You hadn't seen Gregory anywhere in the arcade after you had escaped from Roxy, and you hoped that he ran back to Freddy. If you hear him scream, you're throwing yourself back in front of that fucking thing, even if she ends up ripping you apart.

Your heart pounds in your ears for that long, long minute that you spend listening. Her footsteps are thundering as she moves through the arcade, the lights above you flickering.

She must lose you. Both of you. Because you hear her sneer and scoff.

"Sneak away, little cowards..."

Even when it's silent, you hesitate, moving the curtain half of an inch to scan the area in front of it before you move out of the booth, panic blooming inside of you again.

"Gregory?"

You whisper and try to call him as quietly as possible, shaking before you spot another booth's curtain moving, and you rush over immediately, pulling the curtain back and scaring Gregory. His arms raise up to shield himself before he realizes that it's just you, and he comes out of the booth easily.

You're not sticking around here any longer – you take Gregory's hand in yours, and the two of you rush through the maze of an arcade, scrambling for the security office.

Scrambling for your lives.

Vent of Terror, and its Security Office

You very quickly find the next shutter that you had to go through, only to find that when you tried to move it, it wouldn't budge. You look at Gregory with wide, worried eyes, and he must get the memo pretty quickly.

"Locked again?"

You nod, feeling just as outraged as he sounds. He speaks into his Fazwatch.

"Why does a pizza place need so much security??"

"They are... required safety measures due to past issues." Past issues? Past issues?! Those 'past issues' seemed pretty present, considering you were just attacked by a hulking animatronic. "Look for another way in."

You take Gregory's wrist into your hand, speaking quietly into the Fazwatch as you kept a sharp eye out for Roxy, leading the way as she continued to stumble around the arcade.

"Freddy, Roxy is in here. She tried to attack Gregory. What do we do?"

"Is Gregory okay?!"

"Yeah, he's okay. Just- how do we avoid her?!"

"I can... try to cause a distraction to allow you and Gregory to find a way into the security office."

Distraction? How is he supposed to distract her when he can't enter the arcade or El Chip's?

You're about to ask when you hear a loud clatter in the distance, followed by the heavy footsteps of what had to be Roxy as she got further and further away.

Whatever he did works, you guess.

"Come on, It'll be faster if we split up." Gregory moves away from you, motioning to the opposite wall of the arcade. "You look over there, and I'll look over here."

"What are we looking for, exactly?"

"A way in."

Even though Roxy was supposedly gone, the both of you were still whispering to each other as you came up with your plan, scooting around the security bot as you went and scanned the wall.

You had been searching for a door and found... well, nothing, really. And you were about to insist that you should go back to Freddy and try to leave through the loading dock instead when Gregory calls you over, kneeling in front of an open vent.

"No."

"Y/n-"

"No, no, there's no way you're going in there."

Gregory crosses his arms as he looks at you, looking exhausted.

"It's either we go in there or we stay out here where that stupid wolf can find us."

You open your mouth to tell him that it still wasn't a good idea, but...

… uh...

… okay, yeah, he has a solid point there.

You shoot a nervous glance towards the door and decide that this was... probably your best shot at getting in there. At getting the hell out of the Pizzaplex.

"...fine. Let's go, quick."

Gregory nods and takes a deep breath before he turns away from you, crawling inside of the oversized vent.

He's small enough to crawl through with ease, but you, on the other hand, have to shimmy to get though, the tight squeeze leaving you bumping your scraped elbow every once in a while.

You're about halfway through the vent behind Gregory when you hear... something behind you.

You turn.

And behind you is a miniature animatronic, spider-like and decrepit, a perfect recreation of Music man.

It stares at you.

It clicks its teeth.

Then it skitters forth like an insect, making you jump horribly, making a noise that was somewhere between terror and disgust.

"MOVE, MOVE, MOVE," you urge, hearing its tiny legs thudding on the metal as it grew closer to you.

Gregory leaps out of the vent, and you throw yourself forward too, landing in a heap on the floor with a groan, getting on your feet to stand protectively in front of Gregory as you looked at the vent, the animatronic just... staring at you.

With dark eyes like that of a doll.

It clicks its teeth.

It retreats into the darkness of the vent.

You don't say a word as you look at Gregory, all color drained from your face.

"...at least we found it."

What? Found what?

Oh- you're... in a new room.

Now that your horrific moment of terror is over, you take in your surroundings.

Gregory was right. It looks like you found the security office, and its heavy doors automatically open for you as you approach them, keeping Gregory close as you looked around for- you dunno. That security badge? That minimap upgrade?

Gregory seems to know what he's doing, though, because he moves over to the desk and finds a little... miniature version of Freddy's head. He presses its nose, which squeaks before the mouth opens to reveal a security badge.

Oh! Well... that was easier than you expected.

Gregory takes the badge.

Aaaaand that's just about when the sirens started blaring around you.

"Emergency lockdown activated. This area is off-limits to guests."

Your head whips around in a panic as the doors thud closed on either side of you, trapping both you and Gregory inside.

You rush forward and try to find some way to open the doors, resorting to pounding your fists on them as Gregory called Freddy in a panic, asking him what happened, and explaining that all he had done was take the badge.

"Do not panic. That office is now on lockdown. I can deactivate the alarm, but it will take some time."

"How much time?"

"It will not be long," Freddy tells you. "I will only need a few minutes. Then the path will be clear. I promise."

The doors open on both sides of the office, and you jump back in fear, a hand on Gregory's shoulder. Your first instinct was to hide him somewhere – because those animatronics are gonna hear this alarm and make a beeline for you both.

Maybe they wouldn't be able to get through the doors?

"You are NOTHING!"

That was Roxy.

"Come on out, kid. We're only trying to help."

And THAT was a deep, terrifying voice that you don't recognize.

Because of course you and Gregory wouldn't be safe in here.

Ground Control Without Major Tom

The next few minutes are some of the most terrifying seconds you have ever lived, listening with a sharp ear for the animatronics as they tried to break into the office, slamming the doors closed with the button on the side of the door frames before they could reach you.

Then, just as your door is about to run out of power, the alarm stops.

"All done! See? That was not so bad." Freddy's voice sounds chipper as he speaks to Gregory through his Fazwatch. It reminded you of a good parent comforting their child after treating a scrape on the playground. It's awfully sweet. "If the path looks clear, head to the prize counter."

And from there, once Roxy and that mystery voice lose interest in you both, Freddy gives you both directions to the VIP area, and then to the fire escape, which is...

"Locked. F-" You hold your Fazwatch up to your face. "Freddy, the doors are locked. We can't get out."

"Oh, you found the fire escape! ...Unfortunately, I do not think there is a way to reach it without becoming a VIP."

"Gregory, cover your ears."

He does.

"What the fuck kind of design is that?? VIPS only??"

"I agree. It is not a very good emergency system. You are lucky there is not a fire. I have lodged a formal complaint."

Okay, fucking fabulous. A formal complaint. You're saved!

You give Gregory a thumbs up so he knows to uncover his ears, and you push your hair back in frustration.

"What do we do now, Freddy? What's plan B?"

"Get to the elevators. Find a safe path on your Fazwatch."

"You meeting us there?"

"I am still unable to reach your location. There is... something jamming my signal. You may have to obtain a new map from the greeter in the arcade."

Great. Great, great, fucking great.

"We're on our way. We'll meet you at the elevators – wherever they let off..."

You take Gregory's hand, moving with caution through the arcade for fear that Roxy would be back. The elevator is in sight, thankfully. You stop at the large glass entryway that would let you and Gregory into the elevator. The doors open, but Gregory hesitates.

"Wait. Maybe we should just go and get a map first."

"Sweetheart, Roxy could come back. We're not going to-"

"Please!" He looks up at you with glassy eyes, and you... you've always had a hard time saying no to that face. "We don't know if it's safe..."

… he once again makes a good point. The elevator doors could open and deliver you and Gregory right into the hands of one of those terrifying animatronics. You were going in blind.

"...would it make you feel better if we had a map and we called Freddy up here?"

"...uh-huh."

You look nervously over your shoulder at all the neon lights and plushies scattered around the place. There was no sign of a map bot. The silence is deafening.

"I don't want you in this arcade, Gregory."

"I can stay here! I'll stay in the elevator and wait for you!"

Oh, you did not like that one bit. Leaving him alone was the last thing you wanted to do. … But if you brought him with you, he would be out in the open. Vulnerable. At least here, in the elevator, he would be hidden... right?

You sigh, reluctantly nodding. The sooner Freddy could get here and protect him, the better.

"I'll be back in five minutes. If you hear anything- ANYTHING weird, I want you to press the elevator button, ride down, and call Freddy. Stay here."

Gregory nods, and you hope to pieces that you can find this stupid robot soon. If things went south again, at least Gregory would be safe in the elevator. He was hidden away, and he had a quick escape route.

You move through the arcade.

There was a nagging voice in the back of your head telling you that you shouldn't leave him alone, but what choice did you have? You were just barely able to escape Roxy, and she had been merely feet away from attacking Gregory. You couldn't risk him like that just to make yourself feel better.

You walk across the carpet quietly, scanning the aisles of arcade machines, odd games, and piles of prizes for the map bot, checking the time.

It was 1:49 am, and you wonder if maybe the map bot had gone to charge somewhere or something. Things had to rest at some point in this hellscape, right?

"Freddy?"

Your whisper into your watch is met with silence.

"Freddy, can you hear me?"

"Y-Y-Y-Y/n," his voice skips over itself, and it makes him sound like a broken CD. "Some-some-something is wrong."

You feel a chill go down your spine, and you could have sworn that you heard movement behind you. Thankfully it was in the opposite direction of the elevator.

"What?"

"Something is jamming mmmmy communications sig-ig-ignalllll." He takes a breath that sounds pained, and you have to wonder if he was genuinely hurt right now, and if he was, why the hell he was programmed to feel pain. "I mus-mus-must get to Part-t-s-ts-ts and s-s-s-Service."

"Freddy, Gregory and I are coming. Get somewhere safe, alright?"

"I w-w-w-will try and reach Roxy Raccccccceway..."

"Okay. Hold on. We're on our way."

You're flooded with worry for Freddy, terrified that he had been attacked by Roxy, too.

You decide to just say screw the map, and you practically sprint back to the elevator, only to find its doors closed.

Panic shoots through you, and you wonder what scared Gregory enough to make him press the elevator button.

You wonder if it's still in the room.

You press the call button and wait in mute fear for the elevator, whispering into your Fazwatch.

"Gregory?"

You wait for his reply, but it never comes.

"Ground Control to Major Tom. Come in, Major Tom."

Those had been your code names ever since you'd gotten him his walkie-talkies for Christmas when he was six. He liked listening to your collection of old music while you drove to the park or school together, and these were the David Bowie-inspired nicknames that had stuck. He always responded with 'Major Tom to Ground Control.'

Except this time.

"Can you hear me? Gregory?? Freddy?? Anybody??"

The elevator doors open behind you, and you step inside to find it completely empty, your fear melting into panic again as you mash the 'down' button on the elevator, stepping back as you tried to avoid hyperventilating.

You step on something crunchy, and look down to see an empty candy wrapper when you lift your foot.

You pick it up, examining it. Maybe Gregory left you a trail so you could find him. Maybe he was just hiding!

But then you remember that Gregory didn't have any candy on him.

And this 'sleepy time' candy looked like it matched the poster plastered on the elevator beside you. You wouldn't have given him this.

Something was wrong.

2:00 AM

Chapter Summary

In which the reader has a brief encounter with Vanny.

The elevator ride down is filled with mute panic as you rack your brain, trying to figure out what to do, trying not to beat yourself up for leaving him alone. Oh, you shouldn't have left him alone for even five minutes-!

What were you thinking?!

You squeeze your eyes shut, willing the tears back.

Okay. Gregory had either run away from something, or- or something- no. No, you're not gonna think like that. Nothing got him. He was hiding. He's just hiding.

But the bottom line was that there was something wrong with Freddy, and Gregory was not responding to your calls, which means that all three of you are in some deep shit.

Your arm feels wet and weird, and when you blink back to reality, you notice that drops of blood had dripped down from the injuries on your arm.

You shuck off your jacket, having been too preoccupied with trying to protect Gregory to register that you were hurt. And you were pretty goddamn hurt.

Your arm was covered in blood – it was dripping down your palm and your fingertips, and you tie your jacket around your waist with shaky fingers as you assessed the wound.

Roxy must have really torn into you, because you were just- you're bleeding like a stuck pig.

The elevator doors open to let you out, and you stumble onto the carpet, looking around on the floor for more of those candy wrappers as you held your arm, trembling as you tried to get the bleeding to stop. It's probably not as bad as it looks, right?

Right.

You're ripped once again from your own head by Gregory's voice coming from your Fazwatch.

"Freddy? Freddy, are you there?!"

"Gregory!" You raise your Fazwatch, looking at the screen with wide eyes, even though it displayed nothing. "Where are you?"

"I'm trapped."

"Trapped? Where??"

"I- The lost and found! The guard caught me!"

The guard?! Why didn't he press the button and leave like you told him to?!

"I'm coming- I'm on my way right now." you sprint over to the nearest directory, scanning it quickly. Lost and found, lost and found, lost and found... "What happened?!"

"I tried to press the button like you told me, but- but the map thing held open the doors and let her in and I-" he stops in the middle of his sentence, and you can hear, beyond his panicked breathing, a strange, garbled voice. It was feminine, but still... wrong somehow.

"Are you having fun yet?"

You finally find the lost and found. It's in the lobby. You dash for the nearest elevator, hopping inside and pressing the lobby button.

"She found me!"

"Who?! Who found you??"

"The creepy rabbit lady! Y/n, please get here quick!"

His voice cracks as you hear a metallic clang on the other side of the Fazwatch, prompting you to practically punch the elevator's lobby button as you muttered "come on, come on!" over and over again, bouncing on your heels.

The elevator doors open with a cheery 'ding!' to reveal not only the lobby, but Gregory as he sprints away from an open vent, towards you, with a terrifying rabbit on his heels.

"Gregory!"

You sprint out of the elevators and down the stairs just as Gregory reaches the first landing, the rabbit snatching his arm fiercely, trying to pull him back and down the stairs again.

With a fierce yell, you grab Gregory and pull him towards you with your bloodied arm, throwing a punch with your other, nailing the rabbit right in the fake nose.

The figure stumbles backwards and falls awkwardly down the stairs as they release Gregory's arm, and you pick him up, holding him like you used to when he was a toddler, making a mad dash for the elevator, the doors closing as soon as your finger jams into the button, cutting off the rabbit's cry of "Come back and play!"

You hold Gregory close, and he buries his face in your shoulder as you lean heavily against the wall, Gregory's silent tears quickly soaking into your T-shirt as you tried to catch your breath, on the verge of crying yourself.

"It's okay. It's okay, sweetheart, I've got you. I'm right here."

You gently set him down, wiping his tears and his slightly runny nose with the end of your shirt before you looked over his arm.

"Are you alright? Did she hurt you?"

He shakes his head.

"Okay, good. Good..."

You take a shaky breath yourself, biting the inside of your cheek as you tried to appear composed. You didn't want to cry and scare Gregory any further.

"Something's wrong with Freddy," he tells you, "He said to go and find him at Roxy's Raceway."

"He sent me the same message," you nod your head, moving to take Gregory's hand in yours before the elevator doors open.

"...is your arm okay?"

You look down at your arm, which was back to dripping tiny droplets of blood on the floor. You were holding Gregory's hand with your uninjured arm – though you would probably have some bruised knuckles after punching that freaky rabbit... thing.

"Yeah, sweetpea, I'll be fine."

The elevator doors open.

"Let's go find Freddy."

Something is Wrong

The trek to Roxy's raceway is terrifying for a number of reasons. The first is because it's an 'out of order' area, and there are countless dividers, gates, and signs up blocking your path, making it both easy for things to sneak up on you and very, VERY easy to get lost.

Thankfully, Freddy had stacked boxes up in one of the corners of the maze, and after finding it rather quickly, you're able to help Gregory up and over before following him yourself, looking around in the dark.

It was a dark mess back here in the sub-area of Roxy's Raceway, and Gregory was the first to spot Freddy and take off running towards him down the ramp in front of you, to where he was laying in front of a fence, trying to move, and failing.

"Freddy!"

You run after Gregory, and soon the both of you are beside Freddy, who looks like he's in bad, bad shape. He looks banged up and scuffed, twitching and moving in odd ways.

"Are you okay?"

You and Gregory move to kneel beside him, and he looks up at you both, giving Gregory a weak smile.

"There you are-re-re," his voice crackles, like he was weak. Like he really was hurt. He tries to move his hand, but it seems like it's too much for him. Gregory puts his hand in Freddy's paw. "I was s-s-s-so wuh-wu-worried." His eyes fall on you, and your bloodied arm. "Y/n, your-or-or-or arm..."

"I'm fine," you try and brush it off, but the more you think about it, the more it hurts. "What happened??"

"I waited and waited for you-" his head twitches in a strange way that makes you jump a little bit, but you push past your fear and move to hold his hand with Gregory. "-I missed the hourly rechaaaaaarge, and have been trying to get down to Parts and Service-c-c-ce... I think something is wrong."

"Y/n can fix it!" Gregory reassures him, looking up at you hopefully for a moment before looking back at Freddy.

"She's really good with robots! She can fix anything!"

"Is thi-is-is-is truuuee?"

Freddy looks up at you with pained, hopeful eyes. You bite at the inside of your cheek.

Yes, it was true- sort of. You could fix Gregory's broken toys without a problem, work through weird bugs in video games for him, and... well...

"Yeah, I can help. I learned all about robotics from my grandpa. He worked on animatronics himself, I think. We just need to get you to Parts and Service, right?"

"Y-e-es-es-es. Hel-elp me get to Parts s s s and s s s Service..."

"Of course, we will! How do we get there?"

"It is down under the main stage. Normally, the s-st-tage lift takes me down there after ev-ry concer-rrrt. That is really the only way I know how-w-ow. Use that door be-e-ehind me. It will take you to the rehearsal room on the other side of the buildiiiiing. Look for a backstage pass then find a way to turn on the l-l-lift."

You hate all this splitting up that you've had to do all night. He seriously missed the hourly recharge waiting for you both?! Why the heck did he have such a low power capacity in the first place?!

"Wait- we can't just leave you here!"

Gregory gets up and makes his way to the little flashlight recharging station, moving quickly as he prepared to go through the door that Freddy had pointed out..

"Do-do-do-do not worryyyyyy about me, Starlet," Freddy tries to give you and encouraging smile as he calls you by the affectionate nickname, but his neck bugs out, and he twitches again, his expression one of pain. You hold his hand tightly. "I will be o-o-okay. Plea-ea-ease, take care of your arm. I do n-n-not wish to see you hurt."

Oh, you do NOT like how much you've grown to care about Freddy, and you feel like you could cry as Gregory makes his way back over to you and Freddy. Freddy's attention moves from you to Gregory.

"You can do it, superstar." He twitches again, but screws his eyes shut as though he were fighting it. "Take c-c-care of each other. Entering rest mode..."

The light behind his eyes slowly dims, becoming small pinpricks, and all expression from his face is gone, leaving behind a blank slate in front of you and Gregory.

No, no, no! No, you couldn't just leave him like this, but... you and Gregory have no choice. If you stay here, the others will find you, and then Freddy will never get help.

You quickly blot away your tears as you pull your hand from Freddy's, standing and looking to Gregory with determination.

The two of you are on your own.

The Office, The Atrium, and The Performance Disk

You and Gregory make your way through the backstage area, only communicating through thumbs up, thumbs down, and other silly hand signals as you both did your best to keep quiet.

The backstage area is dark as hell, and absolutely crawling with security bots. You motion to Gregory to follow you, and you weave through the aisles of tall shelves, stocked up with boxes upon boxes of mystery items.

There are multiple ways to go, and you and Gregory end up walking down a long hallway that was full of old props, lockers, and a few more security bots.

Sneaking past them all is no easy feat, and you're about to get past the first one when it makes a sharp turn, its flashlight catching both yours and Gregory's shoes, immediately sounding a blaring alarm.

"Go, go!"

Your panicked whisper makes Gregory run like the wind in front of you, and the both of you have no choice but to set off the rest of the security bots down the hallway as you go, thundering footsteps of an alerted animatronic thudding behind you.

"You can't outrun me!"

WHY IS IT ALWAYS R O X Y ? !

You stop and turn in place, grabbing ahold of a metal shelf and pulling it down in front of you, blocking most of the hallway as Roxy charged, turning back around and running after Gregory, who motions for you to come with him into a large, slightly more organized room.

You both pant as you look around, realizing that this might be the safest place to hide for now.

"Are you okay??"

Gregory pants as he checks on you, moving away from the door and into the dark, prompting you to follow.

"Yeah, I... I'm fine, sweetpea. I'm fine. We should keep moving."

"But Freddy said we could find a backstage pass! Maybe it's here!"

You look around in the dark, wishing you also had a flashlight. All you had was the crappy little... dinky one on your keychain.

It'll do for now.

You sigh, and nod at Gregory, heading to opposite sides of the room.

You and Gregory scan the surfaces in the dark, and he quickly finds a spare backstage pass, smiling for the first time all night.

"We got it!"

"Good job!" You take his hand, quickly leading him to what looked like the nearest exit. "let's go find those- what did he say? Lift controls?"

Gregory nods as you lead him through a sliding door, the both of you walking into Rockstar Row.

There's some distant... clanging and screaming going on somewhere, and you quicken your pace as you took a look at all of the doors parallel to the animatronics' rooms.

You're only able to open one door.

The door labeled 'to stage controls – authorized personnel only' opens easily, and you hesitantly lead Gregory into the dark, moving up the stairs, listening to the banging and yelling in the distance with fear in your heart. It reminds you of Mr. Anderson's little... arguments with Diane. You can see that it upsets Gregory, too.

You do your best to shield Gregory from that when their arguments happen in the downstairs of their home. You would either give him music to listen to, or take him outside to play until the yelling and crashing stopped. But he wasn't stupid – he's never been stupid. He knows when Diane and John fight, and he knows when they get violent.

His hand squeezes yours tightly as the both of you move through the cream-colored rooms, passing through doors with symbols to represent each animatronic on them. You squeeze his hand back to let him know that you were here.

The two of you quickly find yourselves in a large room with tons of screens and controls, all alien to you as you look around. Okay, how- HOW were you supposed to know what controlled the main stage?!

You move to find another one of those little Freddy head cases, and Gregory opens it as he had in the last security office you were in, taking a little badge from inside, as well as an... old looking disk. Man, you didn't think anybody used those things anymore.

"Gregory?" Freddy's voice chimes through on his Fazwatch, and your heart lifts a little. Oh, Freddy! He was okay! "What did you do? Something happened. I can... communicate again. I think you fixed my signal. Thank you."

You turn around, relieved that Freddy seemed to have worked through whatever glitch had harmed him like that. His face is on one of the screens.

"We can see you on the monitor!" You wave your hand, wondering if he could see you, too. "Are you okay? How are you standing up?"

"Con-on-onsider it a second wind!"

Despite his still-skipping voice, he sounds awfully chipper, smiling at you both through the screen. Most of your life, you had been terrified at the thought of watching animatronics through monitors. But now, looking at Freddy, your heart feels... light. Sort of hopeful, despite the dreary situation.

But when Gregory tugs on your shirt and points to another monitor that displayed the other animatronics – Roxy AGAIN, and a fucking alligator, all that hope in your heart sinks, and is immediately replaced with unyielding terror.

"Freddy, I see Roxy and Monty on the cameras. They're both coming to the office!"

You frantically look around for a cupboard or something to hide Gregory inside of as he explains the situation to Freddy in a panic.

"Do not let them in. The security doors are equipped with electrical deterrents. If you see them banging on the doors, hit the appropriate button. The shock should stun them."

"Woah, woah, woah!" You raise your hands as you look at Freddy in the monitor, Gregory running off and giving one of the buttons a test push. "Why the heck are there electrical deterrents on the doors?!"

"They are standard in all Fazbear locations."

"Does this kind of thing happen OFTEN?!"

"... I am saddened to answer yes. It does."

Oh, fuck. Oh, shit. Oh fucking shit crumbs on a goddamn sandwich. The stories you grew up with – were they true??? They had to be!

Oh, but there's no time for that right now – these animatronics were coming NOW.

"What do we do?! We can't fight them off like this all night, can we?"

"No, you cannot. The doors will eventually run out of power. I am coming to get you both." He pauses for a moment. "Do you see the large vent in the floor? You are probably standing right on top of it. When I reach the room under you, I should be able to force it open and let you out."

"Okay. Please, hurry!"

"I will."

You're about to tell Gregory to hide, but Freddy's voice pipes up again.

"All the doors appear to be on lockdown. Hmm..." His thoughtful hum catches your attention, and is uh- a little... momentarily distracting. You quickly shake your head, keeping your eyes on the monitor, shocking Roxy with and electric charge. "Gregory, Look for me on the monitors. If you see me waving, push the button in front of the corresponding monitor to open the door."

You look up to the monitors to remind him to move, only to find a huge fucking rabbit up there, its eyes glowing, and its glitchy voice sounding like nails on a chalkboard.

"There you are."

The rabbit tilts its head.

"See you soon!"

The monitors all flicker back to Freddy. You WANT to swear out loud, but Gregory is still in the room, and this was no time to ask him to cover his ears.

"Hurry, Gregory, I cannot stop her!"

The panic in Freddy's voice grips your heart with fear, and you zap Monty as he claws at the door, leaving behind huge indents and scratches as he growls in anger.

From there, you cover all of the doors while Gregory lets Freddy pass through the halls, the animatronics shouting threats through the doors as you zapped them, your power running dangerously low.

It doesn't take Freddy long to reach you and Gregory, and he's able to jump up to the vent, grabbing at it with his claws as you zap Roxy again. The vent falls with a clatter.

"Jump down!"

"Gregory, go!" you quickly grab him and bring him to the vent, peering down to see Freddy's glowing eyes at the bottom of the vent.

"No, you're hurt, you go first!"

Oh, neither of you have time for this!

You grab Gregory, holding him close as you jumped into the vent, eyes shut as you braced yourself for impact, only to be caught by Freddy, who once again holds you bridal-style, this time with Gregory on your lap.

"Freddy!" Gregory throws his arms around the bear, giving him a hug as you shook, looking up at the open vent is shock. "You saved us!"

Freddy leans his still-twitching head on Gregory to return the hug, carefully setting the both of you down.

"Of course I did! Are you both okay?"

"We're fine- thank you."

You nod, but Freddy looks unconvinced. One of his hands holds his stomach as though he was in pain, the other moving to gently hold your arm.

"You have not re-re-received medical attention."

You shake your head as he twitches again, moving your arm over as he examined you, worry on his face again.

"I'm okay, Freddy. Really. It's not even bleeding anymore." Your voice is soft as you try and reassure him that you were fine. But he gives you a look that lets you know that he wasn't letting it go that easily. "Uh- we had some trouble finding the main stage controls," you say, changing the subject as his thumb moves gently over the bitemarks.

You can't help but wonder what he's thinking.

"But we did find this... thing."

Gregory holds up the disk that you're surprised didn't break into a million pieces when you jumped.

"O-o-oh! Follow me to the atrium. That is a program disk for the stage show. If you use it in the sound booth, you should be able to use a showtime program, which will activate the lift."

You're not sure if Freddy nods for you both to follow him or he's simply twitching, but his head moves as he starts to walk, leading you both down the stairs, and through some uh... pretty creepy tunnels, limping the entire time.

"Here," you move up beside him, making your way under his free arm. "You're hurt. Lean on me, okay?"

"Y/n... that is very ki-I-I-ind. But I do not wantttttt to hurt you. You are... very small."

Very small?? Next to him, you guess you are... you try to hide your blush, digging in your heels.

"I can handle it, I promise."

You look up at him with determination, and a small smile touches his face before he twitches and hisses in pain again, his heavy hand falling on your shoulder, accepting the help.

"Thank you..."

"Yeah," you reassure, one hand on his, and your other on his back as you walked. Gregory leads the way.

"Anytime, big guy."

The three of you reach the stage quickly, and it's there that Freddy's knees buckle, and he almost topples forward, catching himself before he could crush you.

"Woah! You okay?"

Gregory runs up to you both, and you look up at Freddy's face in concern.

"Y/n, Gre-Gre-Gre-Gregory, my systems are fai-ai-ailllling. Go to the sound booth," he points up to what is almost the top of the atrium. "On the third-floor balcony-ny-ny-ny. Run the performance program on that disk, then meet me back on the stage. Please hurry... you do not have much time. It is almost the end of the hour-er-er. I will wait hereeee..."

Oh. Oh, no. Oh, hell no. This place was crawling with security bots, and there was no way you were taking your kid through all of that. You help make sure Freddy is steady on his feet before you let him go, holding out your hand for the disk.

"Give it to me, Gregory."

"What?!"

"I'm not putting you at risk again."

You look up at Freddy, who was watching you with pained, tired eyes.

"Do you have enough battery to keep him safe?"

He nods with a skipping "ye-ye-yes."

"Stay with Freddy." You're very firm as you tell Gregory to stay put, knowing that Freddy would take care of him. You kiss his forehead. "I love you. I'll be back."

"Y/n-"

"Gregory, sweetheart, we don't have time to argue. Everything will be alright. Nobody can get you as long as Freddy's here, okay?"

"But what about you?"

You take the disk from him as he holds it out for you, and you hold it in its little paper case with a blood-caked hand.

"I'll be fine. I promise."

You give Freddy a determined nod, and he returns it, his free hand on Gregory's back as he watched you sprint through the atrium, heading straight for the sound booth.

Freddy Assesses His Feelings

You are an... interesting human.

Freddy watches you sprint away, keeping a close eye on you and your surroundings, just in case Roxy, Chica, or Monty walk onto the same floor. You are a... very nice woman. Usually, the parents of the children do not pay him any attention, or disregard him as just a... fancy machine. He does not mind it, as long as the guests and their children are happy.

But you- you... were treating him with kindness. Perhaps you had grown to trust him! He... hopes you could grow to trust him. Oh, you had been so frightened when he found you, and he was worried that you would run away and be caught by one of the others, but... it was very lucky that both you and he were looking for the same child.

You were a very good parent, even though you were not technically Gregory's mother. You were still afraid, but you continue to put yourself in harm's way to protect Gregory. It is... admirable.

Gregory looks up at him, watching his expression as he keeps a careful, zoomed-in eye on you as you sneak around the security bots, the look of determination manifesting itself in knitted brows and squinty eyes. It is cute.

Gregory must see his face as he is shocked by his own thought. It was inappropriate to look at a guest that way!

"...What are you looking at?"

Because his battery is so low, and his systems are failing him, he is too distracted to avoid telling Gregory the truth.

"Y/n."

Oh no! His systems must now be overheating! There is warmth in his chest, and he fears that his coolant has stopped flowing- he hopes you hurry with the performance disk.

"Oh." is all Gregory says. Freddy continues watching you as you make your way to the third floor, bumping your hip on a trash can as you walk by, glaring at it as it wobbles. That was cute as well.

"Do you like her?"

His eyes leave you as he looks down at Gregory is shock. How could Gregory tell?! Children do not have scanning software!

He cannot figure out what he is supposed to say.

"I like her," Gregory continues, "She's my best friend."

Oh. Gregory did not mean in a romantic way. That is a relief.

"Yes," he replies, holding his stomach tight as another wave of pain washes through him. "She is very nice."

"Maybe... after this is all over, you can come with us."

Gregory looks up at him hopefully as he keeps his eye on you.

He wanted him to go with the both of you? Gregory wanted him to... leave the Pizzaplex?

He had thought about it before. Not- not just leaving the Pizzaplex! But... having a family. He watches parents throw birthday parties for their children almost every day, and they look so... happy. Oh, but do not misunderstand! He loves making children happy! It is just that... when everyone leaves, he is... alone.

He had been so lonely since Bonnie-

Bonnie...

… and he was not stupid. He can very clearly see that Monty and Roxy do not favor him. And Chica does not care much about anything but food. That left him... alone. Waiting for showtime.

Was he so sure that he wants that anymore?

Gregory looks up at him with wide, hopeful eyes, and he realizes that in the short time he has known him, he has grown quite attached to the tiny child. To you.

"... my battery life will deplete within an hour of leaving the Pizzaplex. If I am w-w-w-ithout power..."

"What if Y/n can fix it?"

Freddy watches you as you walk up to the sound booth, putting the disk in the appropriate machine, and looking down at he and Gregory. You must catch him staring. You smile, and give him a thumbs up.

His chest feels very warm again.

"...we will see."

Gregory smiles, and it makes him very... happy to see Gregory smile.

Freddy would have to ask you what you think about that.

He looks back up at you, and he feels what he can only describe as unfiltered panic at what he sees, calling you on your Fazwatch immediately.

"Y/n! Behind you!"

Goodnight Moon, Goodnight Stars

You whip around just in time to see Chica as she sneaks up behind you, and you dodge her with a startled yelp just in time – her hand misses you and crashes through one of the computer monitors.

"This is a staff only area!"

Her voice is peppy, and her eyes are lifeless as she tilts her head to look at you.

She's another animatronic that towers over you – her design isn't nearly as terrifying as the original, that's for sure, but she still scared the absolute PISS out of you – even in her silly 80s garb.

You take that as your cue to get the absolute FUCK out of there, sprinting in the opposite direction as Gregory frantically calls your name through your Fazwatch, alerting Monty to your position.

The gargantuan gator is another animatronic that towers over you, his damaged green skin absorbing all of the light around him, his metallic tail scraping along the ground. He turns around to spot you and GRINS, teeth shining in the light, his sunglasses hiding his eyes as he looks you up and down. You stumble backwards.

"Run, run, run!"

He SPRINTS toward you, and you scream out in terror as you try and respond to Gregory, running down the opposite way, towards the out-of-order escalators, leaping over the barrier blocking them off.

"Gregory," huff- "not a-" pant- "Good time!" You almost flip over the railing as you turn the sharp corner, taking the escalator steps two at a time as you came to the floor with the elevators, not stopping for anything, even as your lungs burn as you run.

"Press the button!"

"N-n-n-n-n-no! We are not lllllleaving you!"

"Freddy-" you set off a security bot's alarm, and Roxy laughs as she makes her way over to you, her footsteps feeling like an earthquake beneath your feet. "Don't waste your battery! Get going-" you wheeze, unable to stop for breath as your legs run as fast as they can carry you, across the main area of the atrium. "Now!"

But because that GODDAMN BEAR is just as stubborn as you are, he and Gregory wait for you beneath the huge holograms of Monty, Chica, Roxy, and Freddy himself.

You manage to lose Chica and Monty, but Roxy was still on your tail.

You weave through the tables that were set up, tossing a chair at Roxy before making one last mad dash for the stage, where Freddy was just barely standing, and Gregory stood with his hand on the lift's button, pressing it as soon as you set foot on the large, circular stage. It whirrs softly as it lowers the three of you into the darkness.

"Are you okay, Y/n?"

Freddy takes a wobbly step towards you, and you rush forward to grab his hand and steady him, looking up at him with concern.

"I-" you struggle to catch your breath, nodding your head as you motioned for Gregory to get away from the edge of the lift, and stand with you and Freddy. "I'm... whew- I'm fine. I'm okay. Thanks for the warning back there. How are your systems?"

"Not g-g-g-g-good..."

Gregory takes a step back, hiding between you and Freddy, his hand holding onto your shirt for dear life as he pointed towards the edge of the lift.

"Oh no- what time is it?! That moon thing's going to get me!"

You follow his finger and find that there, on the side of the lift, was a gangly animatronic with a terrifying grin, its face a crescent moon, tilting in unnatural ways as its red eyes focused in on Gregory. It disappears back down like it's motherfucking Pennywise, and you hold onto Gregory for dear life.

"Where did it go?"

You look around in a panic, one hand on Freddy's arm, the other arm wrapped protectively around Gregory.

"There! On the wall!"

Lo and behold, that... THING is skittering along the wall, crawling after you three like a spider.

"What the hell is that thing?!"

"That is the daycare attendant! Quickly, get to the recharge statioooooonnnn!"

Freddy tries to limp away with you two as the lift stops at the bottom of the long, long way down, the moon creature dropping down not too far away from you, its grin never changing.

"It's past your bedtime..."

Gregory stumbles as Freddy tries to lead you to a recharge station as quickly as possible, and when you look at him, he looks as though he'd been drugged or something, off balance as he stumbled, trying to keep going. You pick him up, running blindly down the hall, setting Gregory down so you could go back for Freddy as soon as you saw the recharge station.

"Get inside. Right now."

Gregory does as he's told, rushing inside the recharge station as you go back and find Freddy, whose eyes were flickering, his body looking weaker the longer he tried to go on.

"Y/n... h-h-h-iiiide with Gregory... pleaseeeee..."

You rush to him without a moment's hesitation, trying to help him go a little faster only to have his body give out anyway, a heavy breath leaving him as he fell with a heavy thud.

No, no NO NO NO-

The moon creature stands at the end of the hallway, hunched, with its head tilted towards you. It gives you a wave.

You try and drag Freddy with you to the recharge station, because it- it's right there! You can't just leave him there!

But your efforts are for nothing, because he's too heavy to move, and you're quickly knocked flat on your back with the moon creature's horrifyingly human-like hands pinning you down, its face less than a foot away from yours.

"Naughty girl... naughty girl..."

One of its hands raise, reaching into its pocket before returning and unwrapping a little candy as you squirmed and tried to get away, easily overpowered as the thing shoves the little blue candy into your mouth, holding its palm there as you thrashed and tried not to bite or swallow it. No matter how hard you kick your legs or claw at it with your unpinned hand, it doesn't move.

"Nighty niiiight~..."

It leaps off of you, and you immediately roll onto your side and spit out the candy, your mouth buzzing and numb as you slowly became dizzy. Whatever the fuck that thing forced in your mouth was slowly making you lose consciousness.

"Noe, domt..." you're slurring your words as though you had just gotten your wisdom teeth removed, the whole world spinning around you as you lost your balance trying to get on your feet, laying in confusion on the floor as you watched the moon creature grab Freddy by the ankles and drag him away.

The world around you spins.

And spins...

And spins.

3:00 AM

"Y/n! Y/n, wake up!"

Gregory's voice brings you back from your strange haze, and you blink the blue sparkles away from your vision, trying to focus your eyes as Gregory pulls you up, trying to get you up on your feet. But- uuugh, you're so dizzy.

"What happened? Are you okay? Wh- where's Freddy?"

"That thing took him!"

"Thing...?"

"Yeah! That creepy moon thing attacked you and it took Freddy away!"

You cough, spitting on the concrete floor, trying to get the taste of that candy out of your mouth. Tastes like uh... stale. Like a really stale blue raspberry candy. You step on a wrapper that had been left behind and pick it up, realizing that it was the same wrapper that had been left in the elevator when that guard took Gregory.

"Sleepytime candy?"

You shake your head, fighting against the dizzy feeling that lingered in the back of your skull.

"That thing drugged me...?"

Why the fuck would this place make candy to drug children?!

"I'm sorry, Y/n, this is all my fault!"

"Hey..." you shake your head, still feeling a little bit of a buzz on the back of your tongue, but otherwise, you were fine. You think because you didn't eat that entire candy, you were probably alright. "Gregory, none of this is your fault."

You look around for a moment, trying to figure out where the heck that thing took Freddy before you slowly get to your feet, putting all of your focus on Gregory.

"Everything's gonna be just fine. I don't want to hear one more words about you blaming yourself, and I don't want you to even think it for another minute. Sometimes things just... happen. What matters right now is that we work together and get out of here, alright? And you're doing a great job, sweetheart. I'm so proud of you."

You give him an encouraging smile, and he returns it with just the tiniest smile back.

"Thanks, Y/n."

You stand up straight, feeling a little better now that Gregory wasn't so upset.

"That's my boy. Now, let's go get Freddy!"

"Okay!"

The two of you march up to the double doors beside the charging station with a newfound determination, completely ready to rescue Freddy when you find that-!

"The... doors are locked."

Gregory's face falls, and he looks pissed beyond belief. You feel him on that one.

"Are you kidding me?!"

You shake your head, because no, you're not kidding him right now.

"Ugh! What are we gonna do now?!"

You've had it with these stupid locked doors and need for multiple security badges, and you're ready to add a few new offences to your growing list of charges. Namely property damage.

You peer in the huge window beside the doors, and find that there's another set of doors and windows right behind it, blocking you and Gregory from reaching... what looked like Freddy! He's laying back in a chair. Maybe he's still out of power, and he's charging...?

You get no response from him on your Fazwatch.

"Gregory," you turn to him, not trying to hide the fact that you were, y'know, pissed beyond belief. "I want to make it clear here that it's never okay to destroy anybody else's property. But..." You lead him to one of the nearby shelves, quickly locating a roll of duct tape. "This is an emergency, and... you should always own up and take responsibility for your actions, alright?"

You unroll some of the duct tape, sticking it on the window closest to you, tearing it so you can put more on the window to make a huge X.

"Why are you doing that?"

"Well, when you need to move glass, this is something you do," you begin making a box around the X out of the duct tape. "Just in case it breaks. That way, most of the glass stays in one place if it breaks."

"We're going to break the window??"

"...I don't see a lot of other options," you frown, quickly finishing up your duct-tape thing on the window, setting the roll down on the floor beside you, looking around for something you could use to break the glass. You honestly didn't give a flying shit about making a mess, but the less noise you could make doing this, the better off you'd be.

You could try to lift and toss that barrel in the corner of the room, but with your arm still all banged up, you couldn't lift it. You were barely able to lift Gregory with an injury like that.

"Do you see anything we could use around here to break this thing?"

After a brief moment of searching, you and Gregory find a pretty big wrench on one of the shelves in these... weird little tunnels. Though neither one of you wander very far – you have a... weird feeling about Parts and Service.

"Stand back, okay?"

Gregory nods, standing a little ways away as you held the oversized wrench like a baseball bat, gearing up and swinging, hitting the glass with a mighty crack.

The spiderweb cracks in the glass don't give way just yet, and you have to hit the window two or three more times before you're satisfied, moving to grab a broom to knock the shards of glass to the ground, grabbing the larger pieces with your hands and moving it to the side.

The tape had... sort of... worked. It kept everything together, and it kept the noise down at least a little bit.

You untie your jacket around your waist, laying it over where the window had been as you help Gregory through first, taking the duct tape and wrench with you as you climbed in behind him.

You're about to unroll the duct tape again when Gregory pulls you down by your wrist, the both of you ducking as you peered through the next window, Gregory's finger on his lips as he motioned for you to be quiet.

You look in Parts and Service.

"...I found him earlier and locked him up in Lost and Found."

That nightguard was in there! Officer Vanessa stands in front of a huge compartment that looked like it was a fortress of glass and metal, which had Freddy on a... dentist chair looking thing. You peer through the glass, listening to their conversation. She must have just walked in if she hadn't heard the glass breaking only moments ago.

"That is great news! He can be returned to his parents."

"He can't! Turns out there's no record of him."

"How unfortunate... If you re-attach my head, I will go look for him now."

Re-attach his head?! What the fuck was she DOING to him in there?!

"His name is Gregory... You know how I know that? Roxy heard some lady he's with call him that, because yeah, he's not alone -- and she said his Fazwatch kept repeating it. In your voice." She sounds pissed and accusatory as she stands over him, waving her stupid flashlight in his face. She mocks his voice as she continues. "Gregory? Are you there? Gregory?"

"Vanessa, all the Fazwatches sound like me." He's trying to reason with her. Even after she took his head off, he- he's still being patient with her. Protecting you both. "It is the default voice option."

"If you're part of this, you're scrap."

That sends a pang of panic through your heart – and it fills you with the urge to break through this glass like the kool-aid man and kick this lady's ass. How could she threaten him like that?! He's such a sweetheart!

"Monty will run the shows until Parts and Service can slap your casing on a new Endo. Hang out here for a while. I gotta find that kid." She practically spits her terrible plan at him before she walks away, walking up a set of stairs that thankfully lead away from you and Gregory as Freddy tries to convince her – he begs her – to let him go.

"Vanessa! Do not leave me like this!"

It breaks your heart to hear him sound so desperate. You want to get to him NOW, but you have no choice but to wait for Vanessa to leave the room before you toss caution, and your duct tape, aside, flooded with the urge to help Freddy.

"Y/n! What about the duct tape?"

"Screw the duct tape. Cover your head, Gregory."

Gregory has only a moment to pull your jacket over his head as he backs away from the window, giving you enough space to hold the wrench like a bat again, swinging it with enough force to shatter the entire window, the glass collapsing in an unfortunately noisy heap.

You toss the wrench to the ground, holding out your hand for Gregory to take as he shakes the broken glass off of your jacket.

"Come on, Sweetheart. Let's go."

His takes your hand, and the both of you walk over broken glass that crunches beneath your shoes.

"Y/n! Gregory! I am so glad you are here and alive!"

You rush forward towards the ominous chamber at the sound of Freddy's voice, but before you can reach him, your hands pressed against the glass as the door remained firmly shut.

"Freddy!"

"Oh my god- how do we get you out??"

His voice can be heard on a speaker overhead.

"Use the console to let me out."

You turn away from the door and find a pretty old-looking computer, quickly powering it up. As soon as you do, a voice sounds out through the speakers above you.

"Welcome to Parts and Service. Please select your desired procedure."

Procedure? You didn't like the sound of that at all, and there were... so many things to choose from. There is no option to simply let him go, and you DID tell him you would fix his battery, so...

You scan the options and folders, quickly finding what you were looking for.

You select the option for a power upgrade.

"Please enter the protective cylinder to continue."

You aren't THINKING when you do just that, going inside first as you looked worriedly over Freddy, the door closing behind you before Gregory can follow you, locking you and Freddy inside.

Sparks

Chapter Summary

Reader: "Oh no, I'm trapped in here with a DILF. Can't let him know I'm nervous."

Freddy: "Oh no, I'm trapped in here with a MILF. Can't let her know I'm nervous."

You immediately turn, locking eyes with Gregory, trying not to seem panicked.

"We'll be out in just a minute!"

Gregory mouths 'what?'

Oh, shit.

You turn to Freddy.

"Is this glass soundproof?!"

"Yes, it is."

"...why?"

"I... do not know."

Welp, that's not utterly terrifying or anything. You had a pretty good idea of why they had soundproof glass all the way down here. A shiver runs through you as you move to stand beside him, looking at his head.

"What did they... do to you?"

"Routine maintenance," he reassures, smiling as much as he can with a... big metal claw attached to his head. Jesus, it looks like somebody won him in a claw machine. "I am functioning much more better... now." You raise a brow. He looks away in embarrassment.

"Hm. Grammar function error. Perhaps I am still not at peak performance."

You shake your head, smiling softly at him, happy that he was at least in good spirits. He meets your eye shyly.

"Could you..." He hums during his brief pause, completely bashful. "Reattach my head?"

"Of course," you tell him, leaning over his body, looking into his open neck. "This... won't... hurt you, will it?"

He looks at you with worry.

"...Just... reconnect the wires and be careful. I am... not quite myself at the moment."

Oh, you don't like the sound of that. You decide to talk to him while you work, to take his mind off of the pain.

"...I heard uh... what you said to Vanessa."

"You did?"

You nod with a quiet 'mm-hmm.'

"Oh, I... apologize. I did not mean to raise my voice."

Raise his voice?

"What?" you reconnect a blue wire, a green wire... "No, I-… I mean you covered for Gregory. You kept us safe." You connect a red wire as carefully as you can, gently running your fingers along it before you move onto the next one. "Thank you for that."

"...Of course," he mutters, looking at you with an... unidentifiable expression. "I promised that I would protect you."

You meet his eye just a tiny spark flies from the last wire, and you feel... really... strange. Your heart flutters in your chest, and you can feel your cheeks warming up as your fingers move carefully around the final blue wire, and you hold his face carefully, moving his head downwards, clicking it back in place on his body.

"I uh... I have to run diagnostics now."

He hums in agreement, his eyes not leaving yours as your hands linger on either side of his face.

Oh, no.

Oh, SHIT.

The realization hits you like a ton of bricks as you look into his eyes.

You...kind of LIKE him.

LIKE LIKE HIM.

You look away as you try to come to terms with what was happening right now – the clear uh... FEELINGS that were popping up as you fixed him.

A panel with multicolored buttons lowers itself beside you, and you think for a moment about what you're supposed to do here. Okay, to test this specific upgrade on his model, you would have to... well, you could try...

You press a quick sequence of buttons on the panel, going off of what your grandfather had taught you about the animatronics that HE had worked on. He wanted to pass down the family business, and because his daughter – your mother – wanted no part in it, he taught you everything he knew before he passed. You're surprised the sequence works – your grandfather worked on some... really old tech.

"There we go," you say, "Your head's back on! How do you feel?"

"I... feel much better. Thank you, Y/n."

He smiles at you.

And it's CUTE.

Oh, man... you should uh... continue with the next upgrade, huh?

"Y-yeah, sure! I'm glad you're... feeling better. Ready for that battery upgrade?"

He just kinda... sits there for a second.

"Oh. I am sorry. I forgot I cannot nod at the moment. Yes, I am ready for the battery repair."

Now that you had his okay, you knew you could move forward with opening him up and fixing his battery – or at least removing whatever was bogging it down.

You ask him to open up his chest cavity, and he does, allowing you to see inside and get a good look at all of the compact little computers connected to his endoskeleton, none of his parts making a sound.

"Wow. Uh, I'm not... used to this kind of tech. Do you know where your battery is?"

"No, I... do not know much about my internal workings. I only know of my basic functions... It may be somewhere along my back."

Hmm. Welp. That's a problem, huh?

"Okay, uh..." you run your fingertips over his endoskeleton, just barely touching, his entire body shuddering as you do. "What about this?"

There's a smooth, silver-looking thing where his lower back is, with all sorts of wires running all through him.

"Th-that may be it," he says, stuttering as you touch it.

"Freddy?" you ask, your voice muffled as it comes from inside his chest cavity. "You alright up there?"

"No. Y-yes! I mean," I backtracks stammering as you pull your head out of his chest cavity, looking at him with confusion as you slowly put the pieces together. "I am fine."

He was not fine.

He's... he seems nervous. And clearly, his body was still experiencing discomfort at the least, and straight-up pain at the most.

You tuck your head back inside his chest, both of your hands running over the little silver box, his deep, pained groan rumbling all throughout his body when your fingertips run over a small blue chip that was clicked in place.

"There," he mutters, your fingertips freezing on the spot, cheeks burning as you wondered if this could ever feel GOOD to him. "I believe that is what is disrupting my battery."

"This?"

He groans again when you run your fingertip along the tiny edge of the chip.

"Yes," he breathes, taking a breath that he didn't need as you press it, the chip loosening and popping out with ease.

His groan of relief floods your mind with some- UH. INTERESTING THOUGHTS. But you have no time to be a flustered mess – you pull yourself out of his chest, the chip in your hand. It was a suppressor of sorts, diverting and draining his power so that his battery couldn't hold more than an hour's worth of juice at a time.

But you're a little more distracted by his face than the chip.

His brows are knit, and his chest is rising and falling with his breaths, which is both interesting and very... uh... kind of... attractive, in a way. He just looks so...flustered.

You try to catch your breath that you hadn't realized you'd lost, wondering how the hell repairing an animatronic's battery got you all... hot and bothered as you and Freddy stare at each other.

You put your hands on his chest plate and gently close it, having trouble looking him in the face.

"How's that?"

You offer him your hand as he moves to get out of the chair, pulling him so that he sits upright, still towering over you, somehow.

"I... I feel great! I now have the capacity for eight hours worth of power! And you have relieved my pain!"

He smiles down at you, moving forward and pulling you into his arms in a tight, comforting embrace.

"Thank you, my star."

Your heart skips a beat, and you return the hug happily, feeling completely safe for the first time in... well, a... really long time.

The door to the chamber slides open, and Gregory is able to get inside, his call for Freddy prompting him to let you go, smiling down at Gregory as he got out of the chair.

"Hello, superstar!" he smiles at Gregory as the three of you leave the upgrade chamber, standing in Parts and Service. "We only have one more thing to do. Do you see that first-aid cabinet over there?" He motions to a little red kit as he quietly requests that you sit down in a chair. "Can you bring that here for me? Y/n's arm is broken."

"Not broken! Not... broken, sweetheart, just a little banged up." You look up at Freddy as he takes your injured arm in his hand. "Broken and injured mean two different things on humans," you explain, letting him look over your injuries while Gregory brought him that first-aid kit.

"You are injured," he corrects, moving down on one knee so he was at- well, not at your level, but closer to it. He takes some kind of liquid disinfectant from the kit, putting it on a cotton ball that he holds carefully between his fingers.

"I'm really fine, Y'know."

Freddy shakes his head, blotting the alcohol on your wounds- you flinch a little at the sting, and his ears move back slightly, his motions becoming so gentle that they were barely there.

"You require maintenance. You took care of my errors, so it is only fair that I take care of yours."

He sounds so sweet and genuine as he cleans out the bite wounds that you can't bring yourself to try and argue that you were alright. He goes about carefully cleaning up your arm and wiping away the blood. Once he was sure that you were clean, Gregory hands him a pack of long cloth bandages. In cleaning out Roxy's bite mark, they had also begun to bleed a little again.

Freddy's hands move somewhat clumsily, like he wasn't used to using his hands like this, but you'll be damned if he isn't careful with you, wrapping the bandages around your arm, the security making it feel better already.

"Gregory," he gently moves your arm closer to him. "Could you complete the procedure? I do not have lips."

"...what?"

"I have seen parents fix 'boo-boos' by kissing them. I cannot kiss because I... do not have lips."

Oh my god, that's- that's adorable. Gregory laughs a little bit, but doesn't correct him, kissing the bandages on your arm.

"There! You are all better!" Freddy beams at you, getting back on his feet, offering a hand to help you up. You take it, not realizing that there was a smile on your face until you move to speak.

"Thank you. For uh... patching me up."

Freddy smiles at you.

"I am glad you are okay."

You... honestly don't know what to say.

Thankfully, you don't have to think about it much, because Gregory catches both yours and Freddy's attention.

"We should move – you heard what that nightguard said. She said she was going to scrap Freddy. She could come back!"

"If she comes back, I'll take care of her."

"Y/n," Freddy's eyes look over you as the three of you begin moving through Parts and Service, heading up the stairs that the nightguard had used. Freddy leads you to one of the service elevators – or at least, the hallway that leads to one. "Please, do not do anything bad to Vanessa. I do not want anyone to get hurt."

"Well, I don't want YOU to get hurt." you poke him in the arm as you walk beside him. He opens the door to a long, concrete hallway. "So if she tries anything shady again with either of you, I'm taking her down."

Freddy looks worriedly at Gregory. Gregory shrugs, knowing that there wasn't any changing your mind on this.

The both of them step forward into the service hallway, but you... hesitate because of the decal on the door. It was a symbol of Roxy. This must be her service elevator. It... It might lead to her.

"Y/n? What is the matter?"

"I uh... I don't want to go up there."

"Why not?"

You hold your arm up to Freddy to show it to him again, and his eyes fall on your now-bandaged injury.

"She uh... remember when I told you that Roxy tried to attack Gregory?"

"Yes... I do. I was very worried."

"Well, uh... she- she attacked me instead. She bit my arm and I think she was..." you don't want to say in front of Gregory that you think you were almost murdered, so you sort of... water that down. "...Trying to hurt me really, really badly."

Freddy blinks in confusion.

"That... should not be possible. They are not capable of hurting a guest. None of us are. It would go against our programming."

"Does it also go against your programming to lie?"

Freddy is silent for a long moment before he looks away in guilt.

"...Yes."

You sigh. He had lied to protect you and Gregory, as he had been protecting you all night, so there was obviously something fishy going on here. Thankfully Freddy seemed to be using his freedom for good instead of evil.

"Maybe they just... feel things," you offer, looking up at him. "Like you do."

His ears wiggle as he just barely nods, deep in thought.

"Whatever the case may be, I will still protect you. Both of you. Roxy will not harm you again, Y/n. Not as long as I am here."

He offers you his hand once more.

And this time, you take it without hesitation, putting your trust in him as he leads both you and Gregory down the hallway.

"I'll protect you too, Y/n." Gregory looks up at you, his eyes fierce. "I just wish we had something to take down those other bots," he comments as the three of you pack into a little elevator.

"I do not know if it is a good idea to try and 'take them down', but... if you need to escape them, bright lights cause us to briefly malfunction."

Oh! That must have been what happened when you fell against that arcade machine when Roxy attacked you! The lights!

"Well, where can we find some bright lights?"

He gives it a bit of thought.

"I suppose a Fazerblaster or a Faz Cam could work."

The elevator opens, and the three of you are in some weird... storage closet thing.

"Great! Where can we get those?"

He goes on to explain to you and Gregory that you could win Fazerblasters in Fazer Blast, and that Faz Cams are confiscated in Monty Golf.

"-But you will need a party pass to access those attractions. Chica normally gives them out for birthdays. Check her green room in Rockstar Row. You may find one or two there."

"Okay! Let's go!"

"Wait-" Gregory grabs your arm – thankfully not on your bandages – and stops you, his whisper making both you and Freddy freeze in place.

You hear... crying.

"Is that... Roxy?"

Freddy nods in response to your question, and you all sit and listen for a moment. It sounded like she was right on the other side of the door.

Now, in any other situation, you would feel bad that she was crying. You would feel bad that she was talking to herself and having to tell herself that she's not a loser. But, y'know, she tried to attack Gregory, actually attacked you, and then tried to attack you AGAIN, all within...

You check your Fazwatch.

Three hours!!!

So you don't feel shit!!!

"...what do we do?"

"I have an idea. But you will need to trust me. Gregory. Hide in my chest compartment."

You help Gregory inside, and look up at Freddy expectantly, wondering what he was planning.

"I am going to pick you up again, and I am going to tell her that I have captured you. Do not worry – It is not true."

He is able to pick you up with ease, throwing you over his shoulder. You make a small noise of surprise, and he mumbles an apology before he starts walking.

He's careful to duck under the doorway as you let him carry you into Roxy's room, your entire body tense as Roxy began to speak.

"Freddy, get ou..." she sniffles before she seems to pull herself together. "What the... who is that?"

"I have located an intruder. I am taking her to Officer Vanessa."

Roxy growls, sounding frustrated.

"You didn't find that kid, did you?"

"No," he lies. "I have not seen a child."

She makes a noise of frustration.

"Fine, just- get out of my room."

"I'm going, I'm going."

As he walks, you try to hide your face with a single hand, hoping that Roxy wouldn't see you or recognize you at all as Freddy walked through the door, carrying you not to Chica's greenroom, where you could hear her, but out of Rockstar Row completely, putting you down as soon as you were back in the atrium, letting Gregory out of his chest.

"Nice thinking, big guy."

He smiles- and you can swear it's sort of... shy – as the three of you walk through the atrium.

"Uh- I thought you said that we needed to find those passes in Chica's greenroom."

"We do! But to enter the door, you will need a higher-level security badge."

"Maybe we can go through the vents...?"

"No," you take Gregory's hand as Freddy leads you both up the escalators. "There is no way you're going into another vent. And I'm not going in there either..."

Gregory doesn't seem too disappointed about that – because he doesn't argue.

"...We need a minute to come up with a plan."

You look up at Freddy.

"Is there anywhere we can hide out for a few minutes?"

Freddy nods, though he looks a little... nervous.

"There is... one place."

A Moment of Peace and Pain

Chapter Summary

In which Gregory's parents - I mean, you and Freddy, have an important conversation after taking care of your son. I mean- Gregory.

Getting to El Chip's is a pretty easy feat, considering most of the animatronics were in their rooms, the guard was nowhere to be seen, and that creepy rabbit person/potential kidnapper hadn't bothered you or Gregory since you had punched them and sent them down those stairs.

Freddy had been a little reluctant about returning to El Chip's because the last time you were here, you got separated, and you got... really hurt. You had put his nerves at ease by reminding him that Roxy was in her room, and that El Chip's was the only place that you three would be able to hide for even a moment.

Gregory yawns as he walks beside you, Freddy behind you both as you three walk through the Pizzaplex, heading up to El Chip's.

"Tired, huh?"

You yawn too because god damn it, they're contagious, and it was... it was like, 2:30 in the morning. No- wait, scratch that. 3:30 in the morning.

Gregory nods as he rubs his eyes with his free hand, the other holding yours.

"Gregory, if you are tired, I do not mind carrying you to give you a brief rest."

Gregory looks up at Freddy, not saying a word as he lets go of your hand and moves tiredly towards Freddy, putting his arms up and allowing Freddy to hold him with a single arm, resting his head on Freddy's shoulder, closing his eyes as he sighs.

Okay, that's adorable.

You continue towards El Chip's and find that it is... still free of security bots for the most part. And the three of you are able to stop... and sit at Freddy's insistence.

"If you are tired, Y/n, you should rest while you can."

You look up at him as he speaks softly beside you.

"The dad voice isn't gonna work on me, Mr. Man."

He tilts his head in genuine confusion.

"Dad voice?"

You shake your head with a smile, sitting on one of the booths that seemed to be set up for photo ops instead of just eating, patting the space beside you as you urged him to sit down. There was no use in him standing around and wasting his battery, right?

"I'm just kidding around, Freddy. C'mon, we can all afford to sit for a minute or two."

He sits beside you without an issue, and Gregory looks at you with tired eyes.

"Y/n, we gotta keep going... what about the plan...?"

"Honey, you're exhausted. Just sleep for a little while. Freddy and I will keep you safe."

"...But I don't need to sleep..."

You and Freddy share a knowing glance before you look back at Gregory, who looks beyond exhausted.

"Want me to sing you a lullaby?"

"Y/n..." Gregory yawns, "I'm too old for lullabies."

"Oooh, okay. I'll just sing to myself then, okay?"

"...mmkay."

You nod, deciding to sing the song that you had sung to him when he was a baby.

"I see trees of green, red roses too," your voice is soft as it barely echoed throughout the quiet, empty restaurant. "I see them bloom, for me and you." You try to keep your voice down, and while your voice isn't perfect, and not all of your notes are on key, but it must be working, because Gregory's tired eyes flutter shut.

"...And I think to myself," you close your eyes, leaning back on the booth, surprisingly not startled when Freddy joins you in song. His voice is deep and smooth and... perfect. Of course. He was literally made to sing. "What a wonderful world."

Oh, this reminds you of the many late nights you spent caring for Gregory when he was a baby. He was sick so often after his birth, and though you were so young, you had basically become his mother yourself. You were barely a teenager when you were hired as his nanny.

You can picture it now, as you lean over and rest your head on Freddy's arm, yourself holding baby Gregory in the oversized rocking chair in the corner of his nursery. If you didn't rock, he wouldn't sleep, so you practically lived in the thing, singing to him in the wee hours of the morning, like you were right now.

Only now, the two of you are not all alone in the dark.

"I see friends shaking hands, sayin' 'how do you do?'" though tired, you sit up straight again, opening your eyes and finding that Freddy had been... staring at you. He looked really... happy. The both of you continue the song as you shrug off your jacket as quietly as possible.

"They're really saying 'I love you.'"

You shift closer, your leg touching Freddy's as you move to drape your jacket over Gregory as he sleeps peacefully where Freddy holds him.

"I hear babies cry, I watch them grow," Freddy helps you with his free hand, making sure Gregory was snuggled in your oversized jacket, tucking him in. "They'll learn so much more than I'll ever know. And I think to myself 'what a wonderful world'."

You brush a lock of hair out of Gregory's face, noting that he really did seem to be out like a light, not even stirring as you do so.

"Yes, I think to myself..." You settle against Freddy, and feel him physically relax when you do. "'What a wonderful world.'..."

The air around you three seems hollow now that you and Freddy had ended your duet. Gregory doesn't make a sound as he breathes softly, and here in this house of murder, you find a moment of peace.

You release a heavy breath as you try and relax too, truly exhausted.

"...your voice is beautiful."

Your eyes widen, and you look up at Freddy in surprise, cheeks hot as you feel yourself blushing.

Oh, he- he was looking at you with so much affection as he cradles Gregory, and his soft smile is absolutely melting your heart.

Man, he's cute.

"I- uh- thank you." you whisper, smiling nervously. "Your voice is wonderful too."

Oh no- oh, god, you think he's cute. Oh, no. Why. Why, for the love of everything, are you feeling bashful in front of an aNIMATRONIC??

And why, oh WHY, was he looking at you so FONDLY???

"You should rest too, Starlight."

His voice is quiet and comforting as he addresses you, and though you could feel yourself becoming more and more flustered by the moment, you couldn't bring yourself to look away.

"Oh- oh, no, I'm okay. Really. Though I think coffee would help," you joke, settling down on the booth. "Too bad there isn't a café around here, huh?"

"Coffee is available for purchase on the second and third floors of the atrium. I can find you a cup, if you would like."

"Oh! Oh, thank you, but I- I can get myself a cup, I can't ask you to do that."

"It is no trouble," he insists, gently setting Gregory down beside you, resting his head in your lap as he sleeps. "Consider it a 'thank you' for taking the time to upgrade my battery."

He smiles at you before he disappears into El Chip's kitchen, leaving you to pet Gregory's hair to soothe him as he sleeps. The poor kid's gone through so much tonight... You just want to get him home safely.

And after this, you were taking him out for ice cream. One hundred percent.

Freddy returns to you very quickly, bringing you a cup of coffee in a to-go cup with a Freddy Fazbear cozy on it, steam rising from the little opening in the lid. He offers it to you, and you take it with a grateful smile.

"I was not sure how you like your coffee, and I am not aware of any potential allergies, so I did not put anything in it. I hope that is okay."

"Black coffee is perfect. Thank you."

He sits beside you, a soft "oh-" leaving him when you try blowing into the lid to try and cool the coffee down, reaching over to carefully pop the lid off for you, holding it for you in his hand as you cool it down, smiling to yourself.

"Thanks... you're a real sweetheart."

His ears perk up as he looks at you, your eyes closed as you take a sip, the coffee warming you up from the inside out, which is nice, considering you're down a jacket again.

"...I've never seen an advanced AI like yours before, y'know that?" you take another small sip. "You're really uh... impressive."

There's a beat of silence as you drink your coffee, forcing yourself to look at him as he dutifully holds your lid.

He's been so nice to you all night. Both you AND Gregory. And you realize that up until recently, you'd been... sort of... not the greatest towards him. Especially when he first found you.

"Hey, uh... I'm really... sorry about earlier. When we first met? I thought you were gonna hurt me, and I was kind of rude, and I- I just wanted to uh... apologize."

"It is perfectly fine," he tells you, putting the lid back on your coffee cup for you before your coffee could get too cold. "You were afraid."

"Yeah, but... I don't know. You're really nice and I- I just let all those stories from when I was a kid get to my head, I guess." You look up at him affectionately, and hope that he can't see it in your eyes. "You're a pretty great guy, Freddy."

"...and you are..." he looks away as his ears move back a little, stumbling over his words. "V... very..." his fingertips move nervously against the cheap material of the booth, and you can't help but smile at his nervous demeanor, patiently waiting for him to find his words. "Pretty."

Pretty?!

"...and kind."

Oh my god. Oh my god, he likes you back.

He finally looks back to you, his eyes flicking to your lips for just a brief moment before his gaze locks with your own again, taking in your smiling, blushing face.

Then his expression falls just a bit, his smile slowly melting into something sadder.

"When you... leave the Pizzaplex," his head tilts as he looks at you and Gregory. "I will miss you. Both of you."

"W-well," you stammer, "I don't see why we can't come back and visit you."

He shakes his head solemnly.

"No, I... I do not want you to return. It is too dangerous here."

Your heart slowly begins to deflate in your chest, the warmth that surrounded it slowly fading as you realize that he was right. You couldn't bring Gregory back here. If you survived the night, it was probably best that you never came back.

But- you didn't want to leave Freddy behind. He wasn't like the other animatronics! And if it ever got out that he had protected you and Gregory, that nightguard would kill him.

"Come with us."

Freddy's eyes widen in surprise, and you continue before you can stop yourself.

"We can make it work. I can give you an even better battery, and-"

"If I leave the Pizzaplex, how would I charge?"

You... didn't know. Making something to power an animatronic of his size would probably take a while, and it would be beyond expensive. It wasn't anything you would be able to afford on your current salary.

"I have internal systems that allow me to burn food into fuel, but it is not an efficient way of creating power... my battery would deplete within eight hours of leaving," he tells you with a defined sadness in his voice that touches his eyes. "My systems would fail, and I would shut down. I cannot leave the Pizzaplex."

The thought of leaving Freddy forever breaks your heart, and you don't even try to hide the fact that his words are devastating.

"...But you want to leave, don't you?"

He sighs heavily, one of his hands moving hesitantly forward to brush a lock of hair behind your ear, mirroring what you had done with the sleeping boy on your lap.

"...I want what is best for you and Gregory."

You can't remember the last time anyone – outside of Gregory -- was that kind to you. You can't help but tear up, leaning into his touch, your free hand moving to cover his as he cups your face.

"Uh-" your voice is thick as you try not to cry for what felt like the hundredth time that night. You guide his hand away from you, needing to change the subject before you broke down completely. "Let's uh... let's talk about that plan to get those passes. We should think of one before Gregory wakes back up."

"Yes," he muses, the undercurrent of sadness still in his voice as his hand gently squeezes yours. "We should."

4:00 AM

Chapter Notes

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After you and Freddy has discussed your plan and you had gently woken Gregory back up, you had begun to regret literally every detail about this stupid fucking plan.

What was SUPPOSED to happen here was that Freddy was going to stay with Gregory and hide him in his chest while you lured Chica out of her room with - what else – pizza. Once she went for the bait, Freddy could slip into her room with Gregory after she opened the door, and they would get the passes and get out.

Simple, right?

Yeah. Not really.

You had no idea how to work any of the... weird pizza machines down here, and you were in the middle of a cheesy, pepperoni-y mess as an oven heated up behind you, making sure to make as little noise as possible. Freddy had insisted that Chica loves pizza, and could smell it from anywhere.

You don't know why the animatronics can smell. Or eat. But apparently, they can. Even though Freddy said it wasn't the best way of giving them power.

You just focus on making this pizza, putting the lopsided, not quite a circle pizza in the oven, a little timer ticking somewhere overhead. You made sure to load it up with everything you could find – pepperoni, sausage, extra cheese, everything.

Once a minute ticks down on the timer, Gregory's voice comes in on your Fazwatch.

"Major Tom to Ground Control. Are you there, Ground Control?"

"I read you loud and clear, Major Tom. How's it going over there?"

"Chica smells the pizza, and when she left, me and Freddy were able to get in her room. She's coming your way."

"Got it. I'll keep my eyes peeled over here."

The timer on the oven dings just as you finish your call with Gregory, and you use a dark oven mitt that you had taken off of a robot to take the pizza out, setting it down on a nearby countertop to cool and lure Chica to you.

You don't hear anything out of place yet, so you move slowly through the kitchen around the counters and boxes of supplies, including refills for the uh... arcade machines that were labeled things like 'meat' and 'cheese.'

You're right next to a stack full of those boxes when you hear thundering footsteps approaching you quickly.

You panic, ducking behind the towers of boxes just in time for Chica to run into the kitchen, her perky voice leaving you terrified.

"Pizza? Pizza??"

She runs over to the everything pizza, her dead eyes doing nothing to aid her in expressing joy, her beak open so wide that it looks broken.

"Pizza!!!"

She slams her head so violently into the table – and the pizza – that the sharp noise makes you jump, a hand over your heart as you watch her scarf down the pizza like a feral animal. It- It's like a fuckin' train crash. You just can't look away for a solid 20 seconds.

You decide that now was the perfect time to get the hell outta dodge, crawling away, trying to make absolutely no noise, and in doing so, accidentally hip-check one of the bottom boxes, sending the rest of them toppling down, several of them breaking open and covering your torn, blood-stained jacket with pizza sauce and cheese.

You would have made a noise of disgust, but you're kept silent, unable to make a sound as Chica's head snaps up, looking right at you where you sit in the dark, covered in pizza ingredients.

You scramble away quickly, hurrying down- you don't even know- just AWAY from the kitchen, and far, FAR AWAY from the giant chicken that was coming in hot behind you.

You must lose her as you duck into a pitch-black room, pressing yourself flat against the door as you waited for her to pass by.

You can hear her in the hallway.

Merely feet away from you.

"Gregory...?"

Gregory? She- she thinks you're Gregory?!

"Your parents want you to come with me!"

That sends a chill up your spine. She sounds like a kidnapper calling to unsuspecting children from an unmarked van labeled 'free candy'. It's even more upsetting because she was after Gregory – and there was no doubt in your mind that that awful fucking nightguard had told the others Gregory's name before sending them after him.

Vanessa – that bitch – really had it coming. Before you leave, you're kicking her ass. Even if her name does bring up images of your childhood best friend who you considered a part of your family. Who you considered your sister.

Nessie would want you to kick her ass, though. She was never a fan of bullies.

You listen to Chica's footsteps as she walks away from the door, and you open it just a peek to make sure your path is clear before you creep out, tiptoeing before a sudden noise makes you jolt.

Chica jumps out from behind a wall, having tricked you into thinking that she had left.

She was pretty banged up, looking monstrous and in terrible shape, her head tilted as her eyes lock onto you, pizza sauce all over her face around her beak, dripping down her chest, and all over her hands, creating the illusion of her being covered in blood.

"Oh! You're not a little boy."

She takes a step forward.

"Are you lost?"

You shake your head, taking a step back as you attempted to put distance between the both of you.

"...You... smell like... pizza!"

Her beak looks like it unhinges like a snake before she raises her arms and makes a dash for you.

You practically fall over yourself as you turn and sprint for your life, trying to remember where the fucking exit to this place was while you panicked, being chased by Chica in the dark.

Your legs and lungs protest as you run, turning sharp corners as you attempted to lose her, ending up back in the kitchen.

"Come on out, little pizza girl... This area is for staff only!"

Her voice never loses its pep as you search for somewhere to hide, speaking in a panic into your Fazwatch.

"Freddy, I'm in trouble! Chica found me!"

Pots and pans clang on the opposite side of the kitchen as Chica climbs over the counters, eyes never leaving you – even as you scramble backwards, pushing over plates and hitting your hands on the metal legs of the counters in your way.

"Y/n, hold on! I am coming!"

You hope that he gets here soon, because Chica fucking LEAPS at you, and in your haste to escape, you press a glowing red button as you pull yourself by a counter, unable to dodge her as she grabs your arm.

You scream to the top of your lungs, Freddy's worried call of your name coming through the Fazwatch as you continued to scream and fight off Chica, who was laughing. Giggling. Snarling.

Because the both of you were slick with pizza sauce, you're able to rip your arm from her grasp, trying to get up and off the ground, only to have her catch you by the leg, making you fall harshly to the floor.

You're lying next to some machine that whirrs as a plate descends from the ceiling, and you're laying at an angle where, after you put your legs up on her chest, you could push her into that... compactor-looking thing.

If she didn't bite your face off first.

You scream and grunt as you try and fight her off of you, the pizza sauce making it hard for both her and you to get a good grip on the other, and in the tussle, you're able to kick her hard enough in the chest to send her flying backwards into what you now realized was a giant trash compactor. She hits a pipe that had been lodged in there, keeping the compactor from crushing the garbage. She looks up, and realizes that it's going to squish her.

She reaches for you with a shriek, grabbing your ankle and beginning to pull you forward when the compactor comes down on her with a sickening crack, and her hand – with your ankle – had stopped merely inches from the machine.

You pant, trembling as you tried to wipe the pizza sauce off of the Fazwatch.

"Freddy?"

There is a moment of static as the compactor raises up, revealing a completely crushed Chica, who springs back to life as soon as the compactor stops crushing her, leaping up and screeching as she lunged for your face, just barely able to scratch you before you kick her in the face with your free foot, stunning her just long enough to allow the side of the compactor to slam her against the wall, her grip on your ankle dragging you harshly across the floor.

She makes unholy, terrible electronic screeching noises as the compactor crushes her, staring at you as she attempted to speak right before the pressure of the compactor forces her eyes to bulge, popping out of their sockets, still connected to her skull.

Even though she's a robot, the sight makes you sick.

You try to pull your ankle free from her iron grip as the compactor retracts again, her limp body falling to the left, quickly falling as the floor beneath her opened up.

Her grip doesn't loosen though, and your nails scrape over the garbage beneath you as she drags you into the dark garbage chute that leads down, down, down...

You fall into a black abyss.

Chapter End Notes

Freddy, of course, arrives too late, and upon discovering both you and Chica gone, he begins his frantic search.

He just hopes Gregory stayed right where he left him!

(He didn't.)

((He's on his way to get a Faz Cam))

Pits of Hell

Your Fazwatch beeps repeatedly, bringing you out of your haze as your eyes tried to focus in the pitch-black darkness.

You groan in pain. Ooohhhh, man your body is sore beyond belief. The only thing that had cushioned your fall was a pile of garbage, which smells to high heaven... ugh, what the hell is this place?

"Freddy?" you tap the watch, trying to figure out how to turn up the brightness to use it as a flashlight. "Gregory? Can anybody hear me...?"

You cough as you try to stand, sliding down onto a small gathering of wet pizza boxes, a chill going down your spine when you spot Chica, who was broken beyond recognition, her beak now missing.

She doesn't move, but you don't want to stick around and wait for her to get back up. You shakily stand, trudging through the shallow garbage water towards a door that had a dim light beside it. Nobody responds to your call on your Fazwatch.

The door in front of you opens automatically, and you turn your wrist to use your Fazwatch to light your path, barely able to see a foot in front of your nose.

The long tunnel that you had found yourself in was full of just... mountains of garbage. You're trying not to gag with every breath, wondering, again, why the FUCK all of this is DOWN HERE!

You stick to the wall as you listen to the rushing trash water in the tunnel, trying not to trip on any of the old pizza boxes.

It seems like the farther you go, the older the boxes are, too. The designs on top change – they go from Freddy's face to just his name, to a really old-looking font, devolving into some place called 'Fredbear's Family Diner.'

As you walk through the next door, you find a room that is well-lit enough to allow you to see everything. The grates that you walk on. The deep, deep hole that seems to go on forever beneath them. The walls, with writing all over them.

You step back, holding onto the railing as you stared up in horror to see the words 'it's me' written over and over again in black sludge.

Just like the stories from when you were a kid.

For a moment, you're paralyzed with fear – afraid to make any movements at all, feeling like a deer in the headlights.

In every scary story about the murdered kids at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, the murderer left behind those exact words before he disappeared, never to be seen again. Hell, even to this day, they never found those kids. Or their killer. The establishment was too busy trying to stop the rumors that spread like wildfire to help the police in their investigation.

At least, that's what your grandpa had told you.

You will your feet to move, even though you feel like the shadows around you had hands, moving over your shoulders and wrapping around your ankles, its monstrous form creeping up behind you as you pulled open a gate, letting yourself into another, just as garbage-y area.

God, there were just... there had to be miles of tunnels down here. Underneath the Pizzaplex.

You could focus on the 'why' later – all you want is to get the hell out of there. Right now.

You move through the dark maze of garbage tunnels trying not to think about the fact that you were walking through one of your childhood nightmares right now, and desperately trying to focus on anything but the mental image of a murderer in an animatronic disguise attacking you from behind.

You decide to think of- um... of Freddy! And Gregory!

You have to be brave for them. Gregory was counting on you to get him out of here safely. And even if Freddy succeeded in that on his own, you couldn't die without a fight and leave Gregory all alone like that. Diane and John wouldn't care enough to help him through his grief. And you promised him that you weren't going anywhere – you had to keep that promise. There was no way you were letting that little boy down.

And now... now there's Freddy, too. He isn't dependent on you like Gregory, of course, but he-… there was a distinct spark between you both. You made a pretty good team, and he's so sweet and thoughtful and... and gentle...

And the way he was so, so careful with you was just... it makes your heart flutter, as silly as it sounds. A machine-… a... person made out of metal, with enough strength to crush you to dust, was so gentle with you. And the way he looked at you- oh... there's so much intelligence and emotion in those eyes.

You... don't think you've ever felt this way about anyone before.

You've had crushes before, of course, but as soon as they found out about the fact that Gregory basically never left your side, rumors starting to fly, and everyone soon came to believe that you dropped out of high school because you had become a teen mom.

The reality had been that you lost your family in a fire, and you had to work to survive.

But hey, nobody cared about THAT. All any potential boyfriends or girlfriends could focus on was the fact that they saw you as 'damaged goods' with 'baggage'. So naturally, because you didn't care about what anybody thought, anyone who referred to Gregory as 'baggage' was promptly told to piss off, and you never gave them a second glance.

But Freddy, he- he had this seemingly natural paternal instinct, and he was so good to Gregory. So good to you.

You really, genuinely like him.

And it seems like... he... genuinely likes you, too.

You shift your focus off of your own thoughts and return it to the garbage tunnel as you neared its end.

You finally seem to find a way out, and you open a manual door to find... a...

Woah.

There's an old parking garage.

The old florescent lights are just barely still working as you step inside, the cracked concrete looking like it could give way at any moment, the parked cars crushed by fallen debris, in various states of rot.

You rush through there, running up ramp after ramp in the dark, scared out of your skin at the thought of something lurking in the darkness.

Soon you come to a large cavern, which is lit up by three lights, each a different color, projecting a sort of twisted faux northern lights across the garbage piled high on either side of the room.

The blue rusty doors that you walk up to push open with a spine-chilling creak to reveal what just may be the most terrifying thing you've seen all night.

The room before you is illuminated by candles that line the walkway, and the glowing white eyes of countless rotting animatronic heads resting among the mounds of dirt and old junk. Colorful paper is scattered all over the floor, plastered on the support beams, and all over the metal stairs on the other end of the room.

"Oh, god..."

You shrink back, feeling like the heads were alive, their eyes boring into your very being as you leaned back against the metal doors you had come through.

What the fuck was this place?

Your eyes scan the papers as you take a cautious step forward.

Almost all of them had barely-decipherable writing, others had disturbing, childlike drawings, and others had nothing but aimless scribbles.

Some of them, though, had disturbing messages.

One, on the beam closest to you, said 'this is my home' in shaky writing.

You take another step, your eyes falling on a paper illuminated by one of the candle's flames.

'Get out'

You take another step.

'Henry'

Henry?

Why the actual fuck was your grandfather's name scribbled on a creepy paper beneath the Pizzaplex?!

That- there was no way that this was a coincidence. The guard sharing a name with someone you loved was one thing, but your grandfather's name too? In a creepy place like this?

There was something so, so wrong here.

Your instincts are at war with themselves, screaming at you to both run out of there as fast as you can one minute, and then urging you to move slowly and be quiet the next.

The nonsensical scribblings bleed into familiar letters, and the further you walk, the more you realize that the scribbles aren't scribbles at all. They're messy scrawlings of 'it's me' over and over again, leading to a little piece of paper placed deliberately on the third step of the stairs as you reach the bottom of them.

You use your Fazwatch's light to read it.

'Grown ups only' and an arrow pointing up is doodled on the paper.

Someone was here, and it seemed that they knew you were here too. The candles were lit recently.

This paper had been put here on purpose.

You look up the stairs, once again frozen in fear, looking back at the rest of the room, realizing that you couldn't turn back for a few reasons.

The first reason was because there was no way out back there.

The second was the possibility that Chica could be alive and waiting for you.

And the third was that every severed robotic head in the room had turned to look at you, their white eyes flicking like lanterns in the darkness.

Nope.

Nope, nope, nope-

You force your legs to carry you up the stairs, breathing heavily as panic surges through you, every nerve on edge as you walked up the stairs, each footstep echoing throughout the room's seemingly ancient walls.

You get to the second landing and jump out of your damn skin when you spot a group of old broken-down security bots, all propped up around a table with a single candle and a present. The security bots are all modelled after a different animatronic – the old ones that your parents grew up with. The ones that your grandfather managed.

There's a note in front of the candle.

'For you'

And once again, just to make it clear: nope!

The bots can HAVE that fucking present.

You're out of here.

You practically fly up the stairs, trying to escape that hellscape that you somehow found yourself in, getting dizzy as you sprint up the stairs, a faint voice singing somewhere in the stairwell.

"Round and round and round she goes..."

You run faster, unsure of where the singing was coming from, terrified that you were being chased up the stairs only to arrive on the last landing to see a dark figure standing at the top of the stairs, waiting for you.

The bunny in disguise tilts its head, garbled humming making their voice sound almost... corrupted.

The bunny puts a paw to its mouth, its head tilting as you stumble backwards, trying to decide if you should fight to go up the stairs or run back down to the pits of hell from which you came.

The bunny does a playful little hop down the first step, its hands on either side of it like a ballerina, making you jump.

It hops down again, and you stumble backwards into the cold metal wall behind you, gripping the handrail for dear life as you watched the rabbit.

It watches you for a beat of silence.

Then it rushes forward.

You cry out in terror, moving to run back down the stairs when one of its arms moves to catch you around your throat, pulling you to its body as it choked you, dragging you up the stairs.

Your mind is racing as you stumble back into the rabbit, trying to use your might to throw them back against the wall, slamming them into the metal to try and get them to loosen their grip.

It doesn't work, and if anything, their grip tightens as they choke you out, holding a rag to your face with their other hand.

They were chloroforming you.

You fight- you fight like hell to get away – to try and rip off the big fake rabbit head to claw at the person's face – your lungs screaming for air.

You can't cough – you're not making a sound as the rabbit shushes you, choking you with their arm until you pass out in the stairwell.

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You wake to someone kicking gently at your ankle.

You groan, the bright lights all around you making you feel dizzy as you cough, your throat sore from being choked to unconsciousness. Your nose burns, too.

"Come on, get up."

You look around in confusion and realize that you were tied up in one of the metal chairs. You were... back on the main stage in the atrium, a bright spotlight on you, making it difficult to see who was nudging you awake.

You squint against the light and you realize that the figure in front of you was a woman – she has blonde hair, a cap on, and... and familiar green eyes.

"...Nessie...?"

The nickname seems to agitate her – she glares at you.

"Don't call me that."

No- no, no, this couldn't be right.

"You're alive?" Is all you can croak as you watch her move to stand in front of you, the beam from the spotlight overhead casting a shadow over her features beneath the hat's brim.

"Of course I'm alive," She sounds annoyed. "What's it to you?"

"It... It's me, Nessie! It's Y/n! Don't you recognize me...? We- we were kids together."

She looks over you for a moment, a sneer on her face.

"Nice try, lady. I don't know you."

"N... No, yes, you do! I'm Y/n L/n! You're Vanessa Afton – we- we used to- we used to tell people that we were sisters, and we-"

"Look," she cuts you off, hands on her hips. "I don't know how you know my name or what you're trying to do here, but I don't have time for it. Tonight is not the night, lady." She starts to back away, and you struggle against your bonds.

"Wait- you don't have to do this. Come on, Nessie, just- let me go. Please!"

You're trying not to sound hysterical here, but what the hell are you supposed to do!? You thought- for the last goddamn DECADE you thought she died with your parents in that fire! If she was alive, why the FUCK would she disappear?! Was she kidnapped?! No- no, if she was kidnapped, she would have a different name, right?

Tears force their way from your eyes as she walks away from you, shaking her head like YOU were the crazy one here.

"Wait, wait, wait-" You try and beg her to stop- to talk to you, to tell you what was going on, but she ignores you, walking off through a staff only door and out of sight.

You're stuck in a whirlwind of emotion, all of your terror and grief and sadness and anger culminating in tears of frustration as you struggled against the ropes, hoping that Vanessa sucked at tying knots.

Why- WHY was this happening?! First Gregory goes missing, then you meet sentient animatronics and then you start to crush on one, and THEN you find your dead grandfather's name scribbled in a creepy hideout...

Then there was Vanessa...

God, what was wrong with this place?!

And then there were the stories- those stories that your mom had told you weren't real. Horror stories about a killer in a rabbit costume snatching children and stuffing their bodies into animatronics. The old ones that were probably rotting away in a landfill right now. It was true- everything you had ever heard. You were living through everything right now-!

It's like this place is alive. And it's trying to get you.

You're pulled from your thoughts by an announcement on the loudspeaker.

"Attention annoying twerp," Vanessa begins, her voice echoing throughout the atrium – and probably the entire Pizzaplex. "I've got a little something for you, Gregory. Come to the main stage for a special surprise."

"NO-!"

You scream, trying to kick through the rope, tipping the chair over and sending you toppling to the ground.

No, no, nononono- Gregory and Freddy were probably looking for you right now, and if they come in here and see you in trouble, they'll come to your rescue without a second thought. This is a trap- but you can't let her get them. You can't let her use you as bait!

Because the chair was toppled over now, you were able to wiggle enough to allow you to push the ropes down over the legs of the chair, freeing your legs.

But freeing your legs only did so much.

A skipping figure catches your attention before you can make any moves to escape.

That rabbit thing was back. The one that choked you out.

"Vanessa?" you can feel yourself shaking, knowing that the Vanessa you knew as a child was no longer your friend. No longer your sister. "Is that you in there?"

The bunny shakes its head, pulling its hands out from behind its back to reveal a white cloth.

You would have started kicking NOW, but this nutjob clearly has the upper hand, and if they realized that you had freed your legs, they would just tie you back up again. You have to wait for them to get away from you before you could just walk away while still attached to the chair.

The rabbit hoists you up and off of the floor, setting your chair upright again before they walk behind you and began to tie the white cloth over your mouth. You try to resist and shake your head to make it difficult for them to gag you, but without a hand to defend yourself and without a clear shot at kicking them, you're helpless.

Once you're gagged, your screaming muffled, the rabbit pats your head like they would a child.

"Good girl~"

The glitchy, almost electronic corrupted voice praises you as they began skipping away from you, prancing and parading on the stage, going jazz hands towards you as a pleasant, bubbly tune starts filling the atrium.

Music plays.

"Can't wait to meet you, so join the animatronic family!"

The rabbit dances in circles around you as you cry, shaking as you watched them drop pieces of paper down in front of you, each one with a different drawing.

The first was a doodle of a stick figure woman, with red scribbles on her neck and chest, with the words "Mama bear" in that same handwriting that you had seen in the garbage cave written above her head. She has Xs for eyes.

The next is a doodle of Freddy's head and cracked open chest, crudely drawn springs and gears all over the page, black scribbles around his neck. He has Xs for eyes. This drawing is labeled "Papa bear".

And the last is simply a piece of paper with the color red violently scribbled all over it.

That one was labeled "Baby bear".

Gregory.

The gag muffles your sobs, and you look up at the rabbit desperately, wondering why – why they were doing this.

The rabbit waves its paw goodbye before disappearing into the darkness around the spotlight. You're barely able to keep your eyes on it.

The thudding bass around you make your head ache, and your desperate eyes scan the room around you.

"All eyes are on you~! We can walk you through our dark fantasy!"

The lyrics are unfamiliar to you – it might be a song that was never released, that the rabbit was using to lure Gregory to the atrium.

"Learn what we've gone through. We can teach you to laugh at tragedy~!"

Wait- you KNOW this song. It played at the end of a demo for a game based off of the rumors surrounding the Pizzerias – you played it with your friends. But it never got past beta testing. How the hell does the rabbit have this music? And if they aren't Vanessa, how do they know how to operate the sound booth?

And how did they turn on the music from all the way over here?

You struggle, watching as the rabbit puts a finger to its fake mouth before it disappears into one of the photobooths, lying in wait.

Its trap works, and you spot a disheveled Gregory step into the room with Freddy – who looked even more banged up, too, arriving in the elevator to spot you as you continued to struggle, shaking your head at them both.

They must not get the memo to NOT COME AND SAVE YOU, because they both rush forward, running down the escalators, and across the main floor.

You're shaking your head and TRYING to point to the photobooth with your leg, and Freddy's ears flatten as he looks around, probably realizing that this WAS indeed a trap. He uses an arm to bring Gregory to a gentle stop.

He must tell Gregory to stay put before he rushed forward, ignoring the fact that you were shaking your head, immediately moving to snap the ropes around your wrists with ease, completely unaware of the rabbit figure sneaking up behind your baby.

The second your hands are free, you leap from the chair, tugging away the gag and letting it drop around your neck as you sprint, screaming the entire time like a goddamn MADMAN before you leap off of the stage, over Gregory, and onto the rabbit.

You don't see the knife in her hand until you're already in the air, and you're barely able to twist your body to avoid it, your shirt and side being slashed.

The wound, however, is only a cut, and you don't let it deter you from wrapping your hands around the rabbit's neck, using your leverage to violently slam her head into the floor over and over again as the music continued all around you, drowning out your screams.

Because YOU'RE not trapped in there with HER. SHE'S trapped in here with YOU.

You're TIRED of running, and being afraid, and being this motherfucker's prey – you're TIRED of being terrorized by a masked murderer. And you're REALLY tired of Gregory being in constant danger.

You're not a murderer. You're not even a violent person.

But you're ready to eliminate one of the building's threats.

Freddy rushes to your side, but if he's speaking, you're unable to hear him over the music that blasts above you, and you trust him to keep Gregory safe while you deal with this rabbit.

The rabbit is able to knee you between your legs, jostling you upwards as it tries to stab you – and it would have gotten you, too, had Freddy not pulled you off of the rabbit before you could rip off her mask and tear her face apart, whether she stabbed you or not.

Freddy pulls you behind him, where you pull Gregory into your arms as Freddy takes a step toward the rabbit, hands curled into fists at his sides, ready to finish what you started.

Your heart beats wildly in your chest for a myriad of reasons.

"I'm always watching, because somebody purple murdered-!"

The music suddenly cuts and the lights go out with an echoing 'SHUNK', leaving the four of you in pitch black darkness, the sudden silence even more terrifying than the music.

The rabbit's voice echoes out over the loudspeaker in the dark.

"...You're scrap, bear."

Chapter End Notes

Alternatively:

Freddy, handing reader his hat so he can kick Vanny's ass: "HOLD MY HAT."

Reader, holding his hat, wishing she had popcorn: "KICK HER ASS, BABY. I GOT YO HAT"

OR:

Freddy: "It would go against my programming to hurt a guest. :( "

Vanny: *Tries to stab Gregory & Reader*

Freddy: "You know what? Sometimes a little murder is okay"

5:00 AM

Chapter Summary

Cue me, banging my fists on a table, chanting 'ROMANCE, ROMANCE, ROMANCE' at the top of my lungs

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

You and Gregory pant in the dark, and the emergency lights around you turn back on again, much dimmer than the usual neon, barely illuminating the atrium.

You look to where you would have liked to have seen Freddy beating the absolute CRAP out of that bunny thing, only to discover that she was gone, and Freddy was scanning the room as he searched for her.

But strangely, she has disappeared into thin air.

He looks back at you and Gregory.

You lock eyes with him, and he immediately moves forward, leaning down and wrapping his arms around you and Gregory, your arm hugging him back the best you can. Gregory hugs his arm.

You sniffle as you bury your face in the crook of his neck, the cool metal soothing your aching head. You're relieved beyond belief that they were okay – you were just- you were terrified that they would be ambushed by the remaining animatronics. But the atrium seems completely empty now.

You nuzzle your face against Freddy as you fight back tears, his deep voice rumbling all throughout his body as he breaks the silence.

"I will go with you."

The three of you hold each other tighter.

"But-" you take a shaky breath. "But I thought- your battery..."

He pulls away just enough to allow you to look him in the eye.

"I cannot stay here. You said we could 'figure it out'... and I..." he gives you the smallest, sweetest smile as you look at him in awe. "...I trust you, Y/n."

Your heart swells, and you're so caught up in the moment that you don't think – you simply move forward, and kiss him.

It's nothing long or intense – it's simply a connection of your lips and the metal that makes up his face. You hear his fans kick into overdrive right before you pull away, and he realizes what just happened.

He doesn't let either you or Gregory go.

"...We should let you charge one last time before six, I think," you can feel your cheeks burning as he books at you in amazement, his mouth open a touch, fangs exposed as his eyes practically sparkle.

You move to let him go, and he releases you and Gregory, still watching you with wide, amazed eyes.

"Let's go find a recharge station."

You're trying to be confident as you and Gregory begin to lead him to the nearest charging station, but Freddy stops you with a hand on your waist, gently pulling you back toward him, his other hand on your cheek, his thumb gently ghosting over you.

"Wait," he breathes, pulling you closer, your hands on his chest. "I... I would like to do that again."

His gentle request alone is almost enough to leave you swooning.

"I thought you couldn't kiss?"

You're teasing him – just a little bit, and he chuckles softly.

"Before now, I have never tried."

Your eye contact is electric, and you're left almost completely breathless when his thumb ghosts over your bottom lip tenderly, his still-sparkling blue eyes looking at you with longing.

"Let's change that."

He moves to dip you before his face gently connects with yours, his head tilted as you kiss him, a tiny electric buzz tingling your lips. That must be how he kisses, you suppose.

You like it.

A lot.

But Gregory makes a noise of disgust and shields his eyes, as kids do when grown-ups do gross grown-up stuff, prompting a laugh out of both you and Freddy as you pull away from each other, your hands on his shoulders as he continues to dip you, planting one last electrical kiss to your cheek before letting you go and standing up straight again.

"The... the doors to the Pizzaplex open in one hour," Freddy stammers, sounding highly embarrassed as he motions for Gregory to come along. "Y/n is right. I should charge one last time before we leave the Pizzaplex."

You clear your throat, also pretty embarrassed, taking Gregory's hand again as the three of you moved quickly from the dark, silent atrium, trying to shake away the thrilling feeling that Freddy's kiss had sent all throughout your body.

"Yeah, uh... Let's move."

Chapter End Notes

Y'know how WALL-E and Eve kiss in the movie WALL-E?

The lil zap is sort of what I have in mind for Freddy's kisses, only super gentle :)

A Problem with Power

The three of you almost pass by the charging station due to how damn dark it was inside of the Pizzaplex now, which is odd, because the charging stations normally glow blue.

"Hmm," Freddy hums in confusion, his hand opening the charging station as one of his brows raised. He drops his hand. "That is... strange."

"What's wrong with it?" Gregory asks, marching up and opening the machine over and over again, like someone would open the fridge over and over again, like something delicious would magically appear. Only now, he was hoping the power would return to it.

"It has no power," he explains, looking up at the long wire that run up to the ceiling, disappearing through it. "I assumed when the light shut off, all of the power had been diverted to the power stations... like it is supposed to every hour..."

He narrows his eyes at the ceiling before he returns his gaze to you and Gregory, looking perplexed.

"...but it looks as though all of the Mega Pizzaplex's power is going somewhere else..."

Oh, you did NOT like the sound of that. Vanessa was probably up to something bad – and that goddamn bunny thing threatened Freddy just like Vanessa had. What if all the power was going towards some kind of machine designed to tear animatronics apart?!

"... It must be a charging station," he muses, head tilting as he looked at the floor, thinking hard. "There is no other explanation. But why would all of the Pizzaplex's power go to one charging station?"

'Why' seemed to be the question of the evening.

"We have to go find out," Gregory says, looking between you and Freddy with fiery determination. "If we want to get you out of here, you need power, right?"

"That is right."

"Then let's go and get it! We can figure out where all that power is going, and then we can get it all to go back to the charging stations!"

"Gregory," Freddy looks with concern at him as he lets go of the charging station's door. "It could be another trap."

Gregory's fiery gaze doesn't falter for even a second, and he holds up a cute little camera with bear ears – a Faz cam.

"This time, we'll be ready for her."

You look up at Freddy, already on board with Gregory's plan to choose trickery and violence as means of an escape. You would have to have a long talk with him about why it was almost never okay to solve problems like this, though.

"He's got a good point," you nod, crossing your arms, trying not to wince at the little cut on your side. It uh... stings a little. You would have to remember to clean that up when you got home. "We can... we can pull a 'Home Alone' on her!"

"What is a 'Home Alone'?"

Oh, yeah. That makes sense that he wouldn't have seen that. He's probably never been able to see any movies that weren't owned by Fazbear Entertainment.

"Okay, A: when we all get out of here, you, me, and Gregory are all having a movie night," you start, pointing from him to Gregory as you spoke. "And B: it basically boils down to setting up traps to protect ourselves... and... actually," You think for a moment, and decide it was best to arm yourself, too.

You look up at Freddy with a questioning brow.

"Where's the nearest gift shop?"

Roxy's Raceway

Chapter Notes

Here she comes
Here comes Speed Roxy
She's a demon on wheels
She's a demon and she's gonna be chasin' after someone.

She's gainin' on you so you better look alive.
She's busy revvin' up the powerful Mach 5.

And when the odds are against her
And there's dangerous work to do
You bet your life Speed Roxy
Will see it through.

Go Speed Roxy
Go Speed Roxy
Go Speed Roxy, Go!

See the end of the chapter for more notes

The gift shop raid is almost your favorite part of the night.

Turns out that Fazbear Entertainment had all sorts of merch available for purchase, from mugs to plushies, all the way to licensed baseball and softball gear. Namely helmets and bats with the characters on them.

You're unable to take a helmet, because, y'know, they're child-sized, but Gregory picks up and puts on one that matches Freddy's color scheme, taking the matching bat, too. You also pick up a bat, even if it's a little small.

You also take with you a bag of Monty Marbles, a Chatty Chica toy, a couple of energy bars, a juice box for Gregory, Pizza-scented aerosol, and a lighter left behind by one of the employees by the register. You wish you had some kind of string.

There isn't much to work with, but you figure that'll do. It's... gonna have to.

You hand Gregory one of the energy bars as you walk out of the giftshop, opening up his juice box for him and holding onto it until he finished his food. Freddy had insisted on leaving behind a note for the morning shift employee to take the balance for what you'd taken out of his pay. They only pay him in PizzaBucks, the Pizzaplex's little in-house currency, apparently.

Freddy's able to follow the power, and even you can hear the humming of the electricity in the walls as you get closer and closer to the main floor of the atrium again.

You trade Gregory his energy bar trash for the juice box, putting the trash in your pocket until you found somewhere safe to throw it away. You also take the time to open your own energy bar, munching on it as you walked.

"The power seems to be going to Roxy's Raceway," he tells you, leading you and Gregory as he kept an eye peeled for threats, escorting you to the attraction's entrance. "I am hesitant to take you there."

You shake your head, determined to get that power and get the hell out. If all of you were going to escape and actually be okay afterwards, you needed Freddy to stay awake for as long as he could so you two could figure out the power situation.

"We'll be alright," you reassure him as you move through that familiar maze of blockades, keeping a sharp ear out for any sudden noises or movements, keeping Gregory close.

Freddy leads you to a locked gate, able to snap the padlock between his thumb and forefinger as if it were a twig.

You've seen all night that he possesses incredible strength, but uh... seeing that...

It was incredibly hot.

Those arms – those large, usually gentle hands -- could snap you like a twig, and for some reason, you very, very much liked the idea of him crushing you while he held you up against the wall and-

Uh.

NOT THE TIME. NOT THE PLACE.

You try and shake the blush from your cheeks as Freddy opens the gate for you, and the three of you quickly find yourselves in a huge, fake indoor canyon.

Roxy's Raceway.

It's dark too – all the way along the buildings, and down the paths you three walk. It's silent. It's... creepy.

You three move quietly and cautiously forward, Gregory's juice box quickly emptied and also now stuck in your pocket. Freddy follows the electricity that runs through the floor. Even you can feel it buzzing beneath your feet now – you had to be getting close!

You come to a large... well, raceway, and the three of you walk down the stairs as quietly as you can to find that this place too, was empty.

At least, that's what you assume.

But as the three of you are following the power cord as it twists and turns every which way, you end up walking on the racetrack, and you're quickly alerted to the fact that Roxy was driving one of the cars towards you at break-neck speed, rounding a corner and rocketing right towards Gregory.

You drop your bat and lean down to snatch him up and out of the way just in time, throwing both of you to the ground on the side of the track just as Freddy moves to scoop you up, saving you from falling roughly on the pavement, pulling you far from Roxy's path, the world seeming to move in slow motion as you watched Roxy's face turn from vengeful to terrified as she realized that in her haste, she hadn't noticed the upcoming debris in the road, and she is unable to stop in time to save herself from a terrible crash.

When the front of the car bumps upwards, it both forces the car up off of the ground, and causes it to flip, landing with a piercing screech as Roxy was dragged across the concrete floor, pinned beneath the car as it slides. Bits of her paint, metal, and golden sparks fly everywhere, only ending with an echoing thud as the car comes to a violent stop against what looked like a large metal shipping container.

Bits of every part of her face are scattered along the track. Her hair. Her ears. A few teeth. Her eyes. Oh, her... her eyes shattered and flew off in all sorts of directions...

You, Freddy, and Gregory watch with dropped jaws, shocked and terrified.

Freddy looks so... so at war with himself, looking in that direction with incredible pain, yet not saying a word. You understand it. She was supposed to be his friend and bandmate, and he obviously cares for his friends. But then she had revealed herself to be jealous and spiteful and... and violent.

He stares for only a moment longer before he helps you and Gregory back onto the ground.

"...I'm so sorry."

Your shaky whisper is only acknowledged with pain in his eyes, and his flattened ears. He nods, but presses on, keeping both you and Gregory even closer as you moved toward the back of the raceway.

Out of one of the many holes in the floor comes a huge... tube-looking thing. You're pretty sure it's a power cable, because there are tons of them, all coming from different directions, going into a 'Staff Only' door near the back of the room.

You ready your bat, as does Gregory, with Freddy leading the way.

"Ready?"

Gregory looks up at you, mimicking the way you held your bat. You nod.

"Let's do this thing."

Chapter End Notes

She's off and flyin' as she guns the car around the track
She's jammin' down the pedal and she's never comin' back
Adventure's waitin' just ahead.

Go Speed Roxy
Go Speed Roxy
Go Speed Roxy, Go!

(A cookie to you if you know what the song is from!)

((And for those who don't: It's the Speed Racer theme song, and you get a cookie too, because hey, ya learn something new every day))

6:00 AM

Chapter Summary

Reader be warned: here be spoilers

We're going down the true ending route

Freddy opens the door to the dark room only to discover that it wasn't a room at all. It was a stairwell.

You swallow harshly as the three of you descend its steps, coming to the bottom to find a... oh.

It was a... a tunnel. A tunnel in the dirt, with all kinds of frayed wires, debris, and steel beams everywhere. There's a concrete path to follow.

"What the f-" Oh- Gregory's in the room. "-udge is this doing here?" Freddy ducks under a steel beam, following the twists and turns of the odd tunnel as it led you all deeper and deeper underground. He checks over his shoulder periodically to make sure you and Gregory were still here. "...why would they put a freaky tunnel behind a door...?"

"I... I do not know."

The three of you walk only a little further, quickly discovering an ancient-looking elevator.

Oh, no. No, no, no. That didn't look safe at all, but all of the power cables and wires move down beside the elevator, and disappear into the dark abyss. It's so deep that you can't see the bottom, or hear the clatter of the stone you drop to try and gauge how far down it really goes. But if you wanted to get to wherever that power was going... you had no choice.

You look at Freddy with unfiltered horror.

"We've got to go down there, don't we? You don't think there are stairs... do you?"

He shakes his head, brows knit. He was probably right – all around you at the end of this weird tunnel was rusty metal. It was the elevator or nothing.

You didn't want Gregory getting in that thing, and if you're being perfectly honest, YOU didn't want to get in that fucking metal box of death either!

But...

The elevator doors open. There is no friendly chime.

Gregory steps fearlessly forward.

"Gregory, be careful," Freddy whispers, "This elevator does not appear to follow any safety protocols. I do not think it can survive more than one trip."

Both you and Freddy move slowly forward so you could get Gregory out of the elevator, and when you do, it creaks harshly.

You had made the mistake of holding onto the side of the door as you took a careful step inside, and you accidentally press the button that forced the elevator downwards.

Oh- shit, oh shit, oh fuck, oh shit-!

Panic floods you, and you immediately rush to Gregory, ready to use yourself to cushion his fall if this thing's cable snapped and the three of you plummeted down into the darkness, where you would never see the light of day again, and nobody could hear your screams.

You squeeze your eyes shut and breathe heavily through your nose as you tried to stay calm, your only comfort coming from Gregory's warmth and Freddy's arm around you.

You had to be strong. For them.

The elevator comes to a clunky stop, and you silently thank the powers that be for not letting the elevator fall.

You open your eyes.

In front of you is a pitch blackness only broken by what could be described as carnival-y... twinkle lights in the not-so-distant-distance.

It's another weird cave thing, filled with debris and what had to be a huge power cable from every corner of the Pizzaplex.

The three of you march onwards, looking around in a mix of fear, confusion, and curiosity.

There are little generators down here, too. Each one chugging along and providing extra power to... whatever was down here.

And considering the colossal original Freddy Fazbear head that laid decaying near the wall beyond the debris, you weren't too excited to find out what it was.

You follow the tunnels, jumping at every odd shape, and almost outright whimpering when you saw old, hanging endoskeletons just off of the path.

You and Gregory are sticking to Freddy like glue as you turned the corner to see-?!

Red neon letters.

"Freddy Fazbear's... pizza place."

For a solid ten seconds, there is no response to your terrified, astonished whisper. It was just like those pizza boxes you found in the garbage tunnels.

"...I... know what this is."

You look up at Freddy with wide eyes.

"You do...?"

"Yes. I have been here before. ...she brought me here."

Vanessa.

"I found myself for the first time when I cleared the path."

Cleared the path? She used him for- what, some kind of twisted archeology project????

"You did this?"

"I did not want to, but I had-... no choice..."

His hand finds yours in the darkness.

"... now I have a choice. I have changed."

The raw emotion in his voice hits you, and you almost forget about the horrifying scrapyard around here.

You believe him. You can see that he isn't like the others. He continues, ripping his gaze from your own to look back at the Pizza Place.

"My friends are here. They are so angry... confused. But I can protect you. Both of you."

His friends? Angry??? Down here??? In an old Pizzeria???? But... what was it doing all the way down here? Why are they ALL down here?! And why was that rabbit thing using the entire Pizzaplex's power supply to restore this old Pizzeria's power?

There's only one way to find out.

You bravely press on with Gregory squeezing your hand, and Freddy walking protectively in front of you, opening the front doors with caution only to reveal a second set of red doors with a checkered pattern.

You enter the second doors.

The Pizza Place is in terrible shape, its checkered tiles broken and tarnished, the entirety of the building having become a tomb. There are all sorts of wires and cables running throughout it, and one of the Pizzaplex's charging stations stands in the corner. It doesn't seem to have all of its power, though.

And you don't see any of Freddy's... 'Friends'.

You spot a black cable running from the charging station to another room, its door wide open, leading to – from what you could tell in this light – was another generator. It was off.

"Guys, look."

You urge Gregory to point his flashlight over there, and he does, revealing what looked like an office.

You ready your bat and tiptoe forward, ready to protect both Freddy and Gregory from any terrifying creature that may be lurking when you find...

That it was just a regular office. Only, it was almost the size of a broom closet, and it was scattered with rotting paperwork.

You turn the generator on, your gaze just barely passing by the paperwork on the desk.

You hadn't planned on reading any of it – but that was before you spotted your grandfather's name again.

Your head snaps towards one of the files, and you examine the paper in the light of Gregory's flashlight.

It was a paper documenting the sale of this establishment from its two founders to a person whose name was long lost beneath water damage. The names of the founders of this place are not, however. You mutter to yourself as you read.

"... signed Owners and Founders of Fazbear Entertainment, Henry Emily and William Afton..."

Wait-

Your grandfather had been one of the founders of Fazbear Entertainment? HE came up with the idea for that first diner with a man named William Afton? Who the heck is that?! You grew up with Nessie Afton- Vanessa. That couldn't be a coincidence, right?!

You knew he worked on animatronics, but you... had no idea he had left behind this entire legacy. Why didn't he tell you?

Maybe it was because you were so young, and so afraid of all those scary stories.

What scared you even more now was that your grandfather never denied any of them.

Freddy's voice pulls you out of your shock.

"Y/n? Are you okay?"

"Y..." you shake your head, trying to hastily make your way out of that office and back to Freddy and Gregory by the charging station. "Yeah, I'm fine."

You are no longer fine, however, when the floor gives way and crumbles beneath you where you step, and you fall through it with an echoing shriek.

The Man Behind the Slaughter

The fall through multiple rotting wooden pallets is stopped when you come into contact with a dirt ground, dust billowing up into a little cloud around you, making you cough your damn lungs out.

You hear Freddy and Gregory shouting down the hole, but you're so in shock that you don't register their words.

You prop yourself up on one arm, peering into the darkness around you, wondering how the hell you hadn't broken anything of your own during the fall when you hear something hiss in the dark.

You freeze just as Freddy, with Gregory in his chest, comes to your rescue, his glowing blue features illuminating a horrifying conglomeration of wires, moving like snakes in and out of old, old animatronic casings, rotting away, forming a monster.

His friends are here.

They're all there – those original mascots. Chica. Bonnie. Foxy's jaw surfaces before the flow of the wires drags it back beneath the surface again.

Funtime Foxy. Baby. Ballora, too. It was everything – all of them- except for the original Freddy. The only head that seemed to be sentient was a Funtime Freddy at the very top of the tangled wires, looking down at you with glowing white eyes.

You can't even bring yourself to try and scream, completely frozen as you stare into its barely there eyes.

It stares endlessly back.

Thankfully Freddy – your Freddy – still has his wits about him, because he quickly pulls you up off of the ground, not taking his eyes off of the thing- all of the animatronics- as he stepped back, trying to pull you protectively behind him.

He steps backwards onto a thin wooden plank that immediately gives, and the three of you fall again – this time onto an old mattress in the first lit up room you'd come across down here.

Jesus. Jesus fucking Christ.

Freddy looks like he's in pain when he lets Gregory out of his chest, and you do your best to help both of them up before you turn to see countless monitors, most of them dead, a few showing what had to be security cam feeds.

You had lost your bat when you fell, but thankfully your jacket's pockets were still full of that junk you'd taken from the gift shop.

Freddy stumbles backwards a little behind you, a pained groan leaving him, scaring the absolute shit out of you before you realized that it was him. But- something's wrong.

"Freddy? What's wrong?"

You take a step towards him, but he stumbles back into the wall, shaking his head at you as he pressed a hand to his skull, his neck twitching like it had when his systems were failing.

"I-" he squeezes his eyes shut, mouth open as he groaned in pain before it snaps shut, and his body goes rigid for a moment.

He relaxes.

He opens his eyes that are- they look like they're... glitching. Purple glitches run over his irises as his eyes look over you and Gregory. You back away, an arm in front of Gregory. Terror swells up inside you when it sinks in that he looks different, now. Something in him had changed.

His voice is... wrong somehow, when he speaks.

"I am not me."

A chill runs down your spine, and you stumble backwards, watching Freddy's eyes as they flick lifelessly from you to Gregory.

His metallic jaw clenches, and his hand flies back to his skull as he squeezes his eyes shut, shaking his head.

His eyes open again as he breathes raggedly, his blue returning. He looks terrified.

"Y/n, take Gregory- r-run-!"

Run!? Run WHERE!? The three of you were probably a mile underground! You're trapped down here, and you have no clue what kind of terrors could be waiting for you beyond the doors on either side of the huge collection of monitors. And you- you couldn't LEAVE him like this!

But if he was losing control of himself, you had no choice.

"Y/n..." Gregory's shaking hand points behind you, and you turn to see, on the largest monitor, a charging station, with an odd purple mist around it.

It cracks open, a what looks like a half metal, half mummified hand curls around the handle before weakly pushing open the door to reveal what was left of a rabbit mascot.

The sight almost makes you gag – it had human bones entwined in its metal, the leg bones disconnected from the pelvis, the endoskeleton fused with a human spine, the person's ribs sticking out of the mascot's stomach and chest.

Its jaw was disgustingly, horribly human, one empty human eye socket sticking out of one side, the other a white, rotting animatronic's. It looked like the metal of the mascot had crushed the top of their skull, fusing the two, leaving the corpse with metallic bunny ears.

This is the bad guy – the boogeyman – the star of almost every one of your nightmares alongside the animatronics.

In all of the rumors, and all of the stories, the murderer of the missing children had always worn a rabbit mascot.

The corpse looks directly into the camera, its eyes now glowing purple, making you jump before one of its unsteady, half-human legs takes a step forward, and you and Gregory have no choice but to watch in horror as it makes its way off-screen, popping up in another one of the camera feeds.

It's coming for you.

Freddy groans in pain again, but his breathing isn't as shallow as it had been a moment ago. You don't step any closer to him – even if it pains you.

"Freddy, what's happening?"

"There isn't- much time." He shakes his head, like he was trying to get someone to let him go. "You must stop him."

"What?? Why?? How??"

"He is trying to take control of me-" Every word he speaks makes him sound like he's in agony, one hand clawing at his chest as he struggled to breathe. "I do not think I can fight it for long."

"He? What is that thing?!" Gregory points back at the screens, where the zombie was running its hand along ancient TV screens as it limped closer and closer.

Freddy squeezes his eyes shut, shaking his head over and over again as he tried to fight off whatever that THING was doing to him, speaking between gritted teeth.

"Gregory- there is... no... time-!"

Unsure of what to do, where to go, or it you should take Gregory with you or leave him, you rush to the door on the left, ready to run into the unknown and fight this zombified murderer when you see Chica at the end of the hall.

She must have survived the trash compactor.

And she was limping this way.

You jump back, slamming your hand on the button to your right, forcing the door closed and looking to Freddy in a panic. He was trying to catch his breath, his eyes back to blue.

"It's Chica!"

"Keep the doors shut!" he stumbles back and further away from you, leaning against the wall for support as you watched her get closer and closer through the rusty door's large window. You hope it holds – especially when she bangs on it with open hands, demonic screeching coming from her now beakless mouth.

Oh, god. Oh, god- this is a fucking nightmare.

You're about to ask Freddy if he's okay when you hear crying, and Gregory beats you to shouting in out a panic.

"It's Roxy! What do we do?!"

"The doors will not hold her."

Freddy's head snaps back, and his entire body violently convulses, and he cries out a single word as he fought against the murderer.

"Hide!"

There's an old charging station in the corner of the room – so you immediately scoop up Gregory and place him inside, closing it so he, at the very least, would be safe. You, however, are a different story.

Roxy's gotten much closer, and you pull the Monty Marbles out of your pocket, ripping open the netting that kept them in their bag and throwing them down the long, dark hallway that Roxy was now SPRINTING DOWN, slamming the door shut anyway – just for good measure.

You hear her slip on the marbles and fall harshly, crying and yelling as she does.

"Give me back my eyes!"

Freddy seems to be able to relax again, and you quickly piece together that the murderer's attacks were coming in waves. But the waves were getting closer together the closer the murderer got.

You spot the bat that Gregory had been carrying on the floor, and quickly snatch it up before hiding in the tiny corner across from the charging station just as Roxy gets to and breaks down the right-hand door, bursting into the room with a vengeance.

Her eyes were gone, leaving behind two dark sockets, and her entire body was almost ripped to shreds from the car accident.

She's blind now – and because she's audio-based, you do the only thing that makes sense – once she got far enough away, you take the Chatty Chica toy, press the little button to activate it, and then throw it like a live grenade down the hallway, clutching the bat as your plan B. But the toy immediately catches her attention, sending her running back from where she came, past the now-silent stuffed animal, and back through that door that she had come through at the end of the dark hallway.

You can't believe that worked.

You rush to the charging station and retrieve Gregory, keeping him close to you as Freddy used his moment of clarity to walk weakly over to you. He opens the door to the charging station, looking to you in desperation.

"You must lock me inside."

"But Freddy-"

"I can feel him winning-" he steps into the station, looking down at you with pain written all over his face. "It is the only way to keep you safe."

Tears begin to form in the corners of your eyes as you close the charging station, using its strange, modified lock on the outside to seal him in.

He's not a monster. You know he's not. He doesn't deserve this.

He puts a paw on the glass, and you press your palm to the other side.

"We'll stop him," you promise, your other hand, with the bat, on Gregory's back. "It's gonna be okay."

He tries to smile, but the purple glitches move over his eyes, and he groans in pain, his claws scraping against the glass as he tries again to fight.

You pull Gregory with you to the corner of the room beneath a large vent, holding his face in your hands as you tried to explain to him what you needed to do.

"Gregory, I know that this is really scary, but I need you to watch the left door while I watch the right. We need to-"

You're ripped away from Gregory and forced back against the wall with a violent slam as a clawed hand scrapes at your scalp, its fingers gripping your hair near the base and using its leverage to try and force you into the ventilation shaft as you screamed.

"MOM!"

Gregory leaps forward immediately, grabbing your hand in an effort to save you as you screamed and thrashed, trying to escape from Monty as his distorted voice echoed throughout the vent that he had come from. His sunglasses were missing, and because of that, Gregory's able to use his Faz-cam to stun him, pulling you away from the vent and giving you the time you needed to punch a small button beside the vent. It closes, and Monty roars as he slams himself against the vent's door.

Gregory just called you 'mom'...

You're filled with a new, fiery determination to get this little boy out of here – no matter what it cost. Even if it kills you.

You hold Gregory close, each ragged breath bringing you closer to sobbing as you realized that you were running out of time – and you didn't see that rabbit zombie anywhere on the cameras.

Then Freddy's pained, glitching roar, muffled by the charging station, grabs your attention again, and you turn to see that rabbit thing – it had to be at least six and a half feet tall – moving slowly towards him, its hand outstretched.

You pull Gregory behind you and dig in your pockets for that can of air freshener and lighter from the gift shop, making sure it was still there before screaming at it.

"HEY!"

Its head creaks towards you, not making a sound, a chunk of its flesh falling off of its jaw and splattering on the ground with a sickening squelch.

Gregory hands you the bat you had dropped when Monty attacked you, and you ready yourself to fight.

"COME AND GET ME!"

The zombie in the rabbit mascot's head tilts downward and seems to focus on Gregory as he stood behind you, taking off his helmet and holding it by the metal plates in the front, ready to start swinging too.

The rabbit zombie looks up to meet your eye again and opens its jaw to rasp out something you don't understand as it gets closer. You meet it in the middle and swing at its skull with all of your might, your hands stinging as the metal of the bat connected with the metal of the animatronic, not seeming to do much of anything. Its hand raises, gripping the bat so harshly that it DENTS your weapon before snatching it out of your hands, dropping it to the floor.

You stumble backwards, keeping Gregory behind you as you rummaged through your pockets, pulling out the lighter and aerosol cans.

You click on the lighter, pressing down on the aerosol can, creating a makeshift flamethrower.

You rush the thing with a feral cry and spray it right in the face, its hands swatting desperately at both you and the fire as it tried to make you stop. You try and jump out of the way as it rushes forward, still on fire, your finger slipping off of the can's trigger before as you fail to escape its lunge.

You raise one arm as you had when Roxy attacked you, looking into the very jaws of death as you used all of your strength to push the gargantuan zombie back, causing it to stumble before it trips on the very bat it had snatched from you, sending it crashing into the countless TV screens.

Its entire body writhes as it's electrocuted, its mouth open in a silent scream as you step forward, taking no chances with this thing and re-igniting your flamethrower, burning it again before you throw the can at it and watch it explode, damaging its skull as it lays limp along the TVs, squeamishly hopping away from it as soon as it stopped moving.

You turn back to Freddy, whose eyes were squeezed shut again while he catches his breath, shoulders slumped as much as possible.

"...Is it dead?"

Gregory looks up at you before moving forward to try and nudge the corpse's foot with his own. You pull him back by one of his hands before he can, shaking your head for him not to touch it.

"...I don't... know."

The flaming corpse stares lifelessly as the fire begins to spread, and moves over all of the TVs, about to creep down each of the halls as you backed away. This whole place would be engulfed in minutes. You needed to get everybody out NOW.

You move cautiously back to the charging station where Freddy was, unlocking and opening it quickly, hoping that he was okay and... not... purple.

"Freddy?"

He opens his eyes.

Nothing but a beautiful blue.

He smiles a little at you as he stands up straight, stepping out of the charging station and immediately opening up his chest.

"He is not dead. Only weakened. But the fire... it will finish him. It will finish all of this."

A beam creaks above you three, and you help Gregory into Freddy's chest cavity, looking up at him a panic after Gregory was safe.

"How are we gonna get out of here?!"

"I will carry you," he says, moving to lift you with a single arm up and onto his back, your legs around his waist, arms over his shoulders. Ah, excellent, you're a backpack.

He's able to leap up and grab the edge of the hole in the ceiling that you had fallen through, just like he had when he grabbed that vent in that security office, soon standing before the giant tangled mass of wire and animatronic.

It slithers forward, eyes locked with Freddy as it moved past the three of you, and instead wriggled into the hole that glows yellow and orange, the fire growing.

You, Freddy, and Gregory all watch it go, down to the last shell of an animatronic, Bonnie, that you could have sworn waved goodbye before his severed arm disappears into the hole.

Freddy waves back.

There is no time for him to sort through his grief, however, because as soon as that mess of wire and metal is through the hole, smoke rises, pouring into the room, the flames beginning to lick the air in front of you.

Freddy moves and climbs up the wood that remained as you coughed from the smoke, the three of you back in Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Place, the lights all dim now as everything below you burned.

Freddy runs through the dark, and you cling to him for dear life.

Sweet Escape

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

The fire spreads faster than you thought it would, and when Freddy lets you down and off of his back so you could try and press the elevator button, you find exactly what you expected. Exactly what you feared.

"It's busted," you look up at him in desperation, wondering what the FUCK you were gonna do now. The tunnels were quickly filling up with smoke, and Freddy couldn't leap all the way up the elevator shaft. It just wasn't physically possible.

"We have to get out of here!" you cough, and can hear Gregory coughing inside of Freddy's chest, urging for him to let him out, giving Gregory your jacket again so he could cover his nose and mouth with it. "What are we gonna do? Can you try and get Gregory out of here?"

If anyone was getting out of here, it had to be him. You couldn't... you can't lose another family like this.

Freddy looks up at the tall elevator shaft, and then back down to you, opening his mouth to give you what was probably bad news before an idea seems to strike him.

"I know!"

He stares off into the distance for a moment, and you crouch on the ground with Gregory, trying to avoid the smoke for as long as you can. After a minute, he speaks.

"There! Help is coming."

"Who?"

"A friend."

A distant thud catches your attention.

It comes from high above your heads, and Freddy moves to stand closer, getting ready to shield you from falling debris as another thud comes from overhead. Closer this time.

You look around wildly, watching the smoky darkness for any sign of movement when the thuds get closer together, closer and louder and closer and louder and closer until-!

Something bursts through the side of the room behind you, and you whip around to see Music Man – a huge, HUGE version of him, JUST LIKE THE ONE FROM THE VENTS, and do what anyone would do in that situation.

You scream bloody murder while choking on smoke, scoop up Gregory, and get behind Freddy for protection.

"Y/n! It is okay!"

He turns and picks you and Gregory up, cradling you both with ease as he ran up to the giant Music Man, stepping into his open hand as you continued to cough and choked on the smoke that was all in your mouth because of how much you'd been screaming, watching the Music Man in now-mute horror through your stinging eyes as it retreated up the tunnel, pulling you, Freddy, and Gregory out of the darkness and the collapsing room.

"This is the DJ," Freddy explains to you with a laugh as the huge animatronic brought you higher and higher up, eventually emerging at Roxy's raceway, carefully setting the three of you down on the ground.

You look up at his terrifying, unblinking face, offering the tiniest wave, even though you wanted to cry hysterically. You force yourself to speak.

"Th... thank you!"

One of his many hands moves to raise his hat up and off of his head in a friendly gesture before he backed up, and he disappears into the hole, going back to... wherever the fuck he came from. Freddy sets you and Gregory down, too. Looking at you cheerily as the three of you moved quickly to get out of the raceway.

"He is such a nice fellow."

You can't help but laugh as you three run, more and more fire alarms going off in different places of the Pizzaplex, blaring when you enter the atrium.

"Did the fire really spread that fast?!"

"There are several electrical fires. An alert was just sent out to all personnel in the building."

You, Freddy, and Gregory rush to the main elevators, quickly piling in and hoping that the shutters were open by now.

Your Fazwatch reads 6:34 AM.

Your mind doesn't wander to Vanessa and her safety until the elevators open and reveal the main lobby.

The shutters are open – you can see it from here!

The fire alarms blare around you as the three of you make a mad dash for the exit, unlocking the doors with the little manual lock, and rushing outside into the early morning, smoke spilling out over the pavement around you.

Fresh air fills your burning lungs, and it hits you all at once.

You did it.

You close your eyes, leaning with your hands on your knees.

All of you survived.

Chapter End Notes

Music Man: *exists*

Reader: *Just starts crying like Mort from Madagascar*

Oh! And! Just a heads up! We've reached the point where things get a little slice-of-lifeish, bc man, it's time to build a life with ur animatronic bear bf.

Plus, we've gotta line things up for some uh... certain activities ;)))

Driving. Breathing.

You and Gregory cough as Freddy leads you away from the building, and you turn to see through the front doors the glow of the fire as it continues to spread. God- soon... soon that whole place would be engulfed in flames, you bet.

You laugh.

It's not the time for it, but you laugh anyway, wrapping your arms around Gregory and pulling him close as your laughter dissolves into relieved sobs. Freddy pats your back as you finally allow yourself to cry, relieved that Gregory was safe. Relieved that Freddy was safe. Relieved that it was over.

You pull yourself somewhat together after a few minutes, still sniffling as you, with an arm still around Gregory, lead both him and Freddy to your car, still parked right where you left it.

By some miracle, you still have your keys in your jacket pocket.

"You ready to go home, guys?"

Gregory nods, probably still in a state of shock as you walk across the parking lot, and Freddy, with an arm around you, smiles.

"Yes. Let's go home, Starlet."

He sounds tired too, and you would have to use the tools that your grandfather had gifted you for maintenance at some point to refresh him.

You reach your vehicle just as sirens ring out somewhere in the distance. The fire department must be on its way.

It's time to go.

Luckily, it didn't look like anyone had broken into your car, and you let Gregory into the backseat, where he buckles himself in.

You look up at Freddy, who is looking at the car with a raised brow.

"This is not like the cars at Roxy's Raceway," he concludes as you open the door to the passenger's side of the car, wondering how the heck he was gonna fit in this thing. "...I have never been in one of these before."

"I think you'll like it," you give him an encouraging smile, motioning for him to sit in the passenger's seat. "You'll just have to uh... adjust the seat a little, I think. Here, use the handle under the seat."

And, thankfully, after some slight adjustments to the passenger's seat, Freddy is able to cram himself into your car, shoulders hunched, and his chin practically on his knees as you got in the driver's seat, turning your keys and starting up the engine. Freddy is too large to buckle in properly.

The sun hasn't quite risen yet, and there's barely a car on the road as you drive out of the parking lot, pulling onto the main road just as the firetrucks turn into the parking lot. You had somehow avoided grabbing their attention, and because of that, you're able to keep going until the Pizzaplex was out of sight.

Freddy is free.

And speaking of: you were right about the car. He's looking around curiously as you drive, asking what everything was.

"What is that?"

"That's a gas station."

"And what is that place?"

"That's an apartment complex."

"An apartment... complex? It looks quite simple."

And so on and so forth.

You stop at a stoplight, your hands on the wheel as you relax back against the seat.

"...Freddy, have you ever been... y'know, outside before?"

"...No," he admits. "I have not."

Yeah, you suspected as much.

You sigh softly as the light turns green, and you drive easily down the street, heading towards the nearest place to get some breakfast. You were in no hurry to get back home to Diane and John and have to explain why you were battered, bruised, covered in pizza sauce and cheese, had all kinds of debris in your hair, and why Gregory was almost the exact same way. You also didn't even want to THINK about how on earth you could explain Freddy.

"What do you think so far?"

He turns his head towards you as much as he can, smiling.

"I like it."

You smile too.

"I'm glad. How do you feel about waffles?"

"I have never had them."

"Really? Oh, you're gonna love them, I bet."

You finally begin to relax properly. Gregory was resting his eyes in the backseat, Freddy was free from that death trap, and you could finally breathe for the first time in the last 13 hours.

So you breathe.

You drive to the closest Waffle House.

Waffle House

It must have been a SIGHT to see when the three of you walked in and sat in a booth -- with you and Gregory on one side and Freddy across from you.

There's Gregory, who has band-aids and bruises, dirty clothes, messy hair, and smudges on his elbows, arms, and knees.

There's you, who's still covered in pizza ingredients with dried blood under your fingernails, cut up, damaged clothes, and bruised knuckles.

And then there's Freddy, a nearly 8-foot-tall animatronic bear who looks like he just survived a monster truck rally with the amount of nicks, dings, and wear on him.

But the waitress there either didn't notice or didn't care enough to comment, because she takes your order without any questions, and hardly a glance your way. You order three servings of waffles, and a cup of coffee for yourself. Freddy had insisted that he was okay without it, and though Gregory asked, he's too young for it. He gets an orange juice.

Thankfully, the place is dead, and you're the only customers.

"So... uh... Gregory, when we get home, I want you to get all cleaned up before you go and get some rest, okay? I'll talk to your parents about where we've been."

Gregory is visibly uncomfortable with the idea of... something you just said.

"...do we really have to go back?"

"Go back home? Yeah, sweetpea. Your parents are looking for you."

He looks solemnly down, fiddling with the little silicon ears on the Fazwatch.

"No they're not."

You and Freddy share a concerned look, and he leans forward on the table, resting on his forearms, speaking softly to him.

"Gregory, what do you mean?"

"I... I mean..." he hesitates for another moment, looking between you and Freddy before he finally comes clean about what happened before he disappeared. "I mean... Diane told me not to come home."

WHAT?!

"What?"

You have to force yourself to keep a gentle tone, tucking Gregory's hair back and out of his face as he looked down at the silverware on the table in front of him.

"When did she tell you this?"

Gregory looks up at you with glassy eyes.

"When we were fighting. She got mad at me because I... I wanted to know where you went. Then she told me that you were gone and you weren't going to come back, and I got upset-" he looks away from you. "She-…"

You carefully raise your hand to his bruised cheek.

"Did she hit you, honey?"

After a moment, he reluctantly nods his head.

Freddy's shoulders tense.

"She hit me and I fell, and she told me that if I didn't want her to be my mom, then I could live with the other homeless kids and sleep in a box, and that she didn't want me to come home. Then I ran away from her, and I snuck into the Pizzaplex because I didn't know where else to go." his voice shakes as he explains everything to you, and you feel your blood boil as you listen.

Why the FUCK would she do that?! How the FUCK could she hit him?! Was she really planning on firing you and just making you leave Gregory?! Why didn't she just CALL YOU if she couldn't handle him?! God- this is all your fault. You didn't think Diane could ever use violence against a child – let alone her own.

Freddy must see the rage building up inside of you, because he quickly swoops in to settle the both of you down and bring Gregory some comfort.

"Gregory," he places his hand gently overtop of yours that rests on Gregory's cheek, prompting him to look him in the eye. "I am sorry you had to go through that. I am so sorry." his ears, which had been drooping, slowly perk up as he looks fondly at Gregory. "But at the same time, I am very proud of you."

Gregory sniffles.

"You were very brave! You did everything that you were supposed to in that situation, and because of that, you are now safe. You did a great job, superstar." He moves his thumb to carefully swipe away a tear as it rolls down Gregory's cheek, and he laughs a little through his tears.

"Thanks, Freddy." he croaks, moving to lean against your shoulder as you wrapped your arm around him, holding him close as you kissed the top of his head.

And you thought VANESSA had pissed you off.

Oooooh, when you got your hands on Diane...

There's going to be hell to pay.

Nobody is ever going to lay a finger on your baby ever again.

You wipe the tears from his face with a napkin from the little dispenser, which you offer to him so he could wipe his nose just as the waitress returns with your waffles, all with syrup and butter on the side. She must just now realize that there is an animatronic in the restaurant.

"...Is this that uh... bear from that place up the street? The Fred's Fun Land or something?"

She gets the name of the Pizzaplex wrong, but that doesn't make you any less nervous.

"Uuuuuuh, no!" you smile at her politely, shaking your head. "He's a... cosplayer."

"A what?"

"...He's just wearing a costume."

She must buy it, because she just shrugs, tells you that she hopes you enjoy the food, and then disappears into the back again.

You gently encourage Gregory to eat, and he quietly agrees, though he's still upset. Poor kid's exhausted and probably starved, and with all that shit Diane put him through...

You make up your own waffles too, gesturing to Freddy with your fork, trying to get Gregory's mind off of Diane for now. You would deal with her later.

"Our next order of business is getting you, Mr. Man, a disguise."

"Like a new hat?"

His suggestion gets a quiet, tearful laugh out of Gregory, and you can't help but laugh, too, cutting into your waffles.

"Sure! A hat, and uh... some... other stuff too."

You nudge Gregory's shoulder gently with your own.

"What'd you think, kiddo?"

Freddy picks up on what you're trying to do, smiling as he played along, trying to make Gregory feel better.

"How about a large pretend mustache, too?"

"And a cloak, so you can become the mysterious wizard of the town!"

You wiggle your fingers, and Gregory laughs a little brighter beside you before putting another forkful of waffle in his mouth.

You and Freddy continue back and forth with your shenanigans, and soon, Gregory seems in better spirits as he listens to you both and eats his breakfast.

Because as long as he has you both, he's going to be just fine.

Waffle Home

Once you're all finished with your food, you pay for it with a crumpled 20-dollar bill you had in your front pocket, the three of you getting up and out of the booth before you step outside into the early morning sunlight.

Thankfully, you and Freddy were able to cheer Gregory up and get his mind off of Diane for now, and you were both a little more emotionally stable now that you had something to eat.

"...Hey, Y/n?"

"What's up, sweetpea?"

He pokes at a little rock with his shoe for a minute before he looks up at you, a little tint of pink on his cheeks.

"When Monty was trying to take you away, and I... I called you 'mom', that was an accident, and I... I'm sorry."

Oh. Oh, he was trying to apologize for that? You lead him back to the car, and Freddy opens the door for him.

"Gregory, honey..." He hadn't called you 'mom' or 'mama' since he was a baby, and he genuinely thought you were his mother. You didn't mind it at all, and it had warmed your heart, but Diane had made it clear that he was not allowed to call you that, and he was to call you by your name only.

But you know what?

Diane's not here.

So fuck her rules.

"...If you're more comfortable calling me 'mom'... than you can."

His eyes widen in surprise, and he smiles a little bit as he gets in the car, and you buckle him in. You know he doesn't like to be babied, but it's a force of habit.

"Really??"

You nod.

"Of course! You can call me whatever makes you happy."

"But... what about Diane?"

Diane can suck a fat cock for all you care, but you're gonna have to word that a little nicer if you're gonna say anything to Gregory.

"Well... Diane should have thought about her words and actions before she did anything mean to you. I would love to be your mom, sweetheart. You're the most wonderful kid I've ever met, and... well, if Diane can't see that, then it's her loss. Just know that no matter what you want to call me, I'll always be here to take care of you."

Gregory looks over the moon, and pulls you into a tight hug where he sits. You return it, gently patting his back.

"I love you, mom."

Alright, that brings tears to your eyes again. You have to force yourself to keep it together as you kiss his cheek, smiling at him as he let you go.

"I love you, too, Gregory."

You get off of the seat beside Gregory before getting out of the car, gently closing the door. Freddy looks like HE'S about to start crying, too. But there was no time to cry in the parking lot of a Waffle House. You had a few things to do before you could flop down somewhere and let all of your emotions loose.

You and Freddy get into the car, and you pull out of the parking lot, beginning the 45-minute drive back to John and Diane's.

You would go back there, get some of Gregory's things, get your own crap, and then have Gregory stay with you in the guest house until you could file a report for child abuse and neglect. You would also have to file for emergency custody of Gregory. Because until that happened, you had no legal right to take him.

Within a few minutes of driving, Gregory had fallen asleep, out like a light in the backseat. Makes sense – the poor kid was exhausted, and you're glad that the car still puts him to sleep. Ever since you had gotten your license and your own car, you had driven him around the block to get him to nap. At least – when he was smaller.

"...Where are we going now?"

You sigh, making a right turn.

"...We're going back to uh... well, John and Diane's house. Gregory's biological parents."

Freddy hums unhappily, checking on Gregory in the rear-view mirror.

"I did not think parents could hit their children. Why would anyone do such a terrible thing?"

Though his voice was quiet, there was an undercurrent of anger there. He had every right to be pissed. You were pissed, too.

You shrug, shaking your head sadly. You had no idea how people could be so cruel to any child.

"I don't know. I just- I have no idea. Diane is just..." you didn't want to say anything bad about her in front of Gregory, even if he was sleeping and she DID deserve it, because... what kind of example would that be to set? "...she's never been a great mother."

You continue driving, feeling Freddy's gaze on you from where he was crammed into your car.

"... You are going to confront Diane, aren't you, Y/n?"

"If I need to."

You were sort of half-lying. Because of COURSE you needed to confront Diane for lying to Gregory and then hitting him.

"...I will handle Diane. Please, do not put yourself in any more danger. Gregory is safe now. He will be okay now that he has you."

You're still practically boiling with rage, taking deep breaths as you tried to calm down. He's right. He's right- Gregory's been through enough already. The last thing you needed to do was curb-stomp Diane and get yourself arrested.

And while Freddy wasn't exactly the curb-stomping type, it seemed, you were sure he had his own plans for Diane.

… and you like the thought of watching him protect you and Gregory. Very much.

Yeah. You'd... let him handle this one.

You exhale one last looooong, relaxing breath.

"You're right," you nod, taking another turn, driving down a quiet, wooded road. The rolling hills sparkle with morning dew on the left side of the road, and you do your best to avoid potholes. "We'll just go there, I'll make it clear to Diane that I'm taking care of Gregory every day from now on- no more days off- and uh... he'll live with us in the guesthouse. Oh- if you'd like to uh... live with us, that is."

"I would love to!" he reassures you, nodding as much as he can in the little space. "Now," he continues, picking up on the fact that you really needed a distraction as your nerves mounted the closer you got to Diane and John's place. "Tell me, what do you and Gregory do for fun?"

You're beyond thankful that he finds a way to get you talking and give you something else to focus on, and you tell him all about the games you like to play, books you like to read, and some of yours and Gregory's favorite movies as he listens, popping in with a question every once in a while.

And he's able to put your mind mostly at ease with his own suggestions for games, and his playful comments about what you like to do.

You drive down the road, chatting quietly as Gregory slept in the backseat, and for a moment, everything is perfect.

The Anderson Residence

Chapter Summary

...and then that moment ended.

The seemingly perfect, pristine house sits with its manicured lawn and trimmed hedges, the summer flowers blooming in the neighbors' yards highlighting the severe lack of color at the Andersons' home.

Gregory wakes up as soon as your car moves up over the curb as you pull into the driveway, which is, by some miracle, empty. Diane and John didn't seem to be home. It made sense that John wasn't back from his 'business trip' yet, but Diane's car being gone was beyond out of the ordinary.

Gregory hums in confusion and rubs his eye as he wakes, looking out the window in confusion.

"What are we doing here...?"

You put the break on and kill the car's engine, turning in your seat.

"We're just gonna get some of your stuff, and we're gonna move everything into the guest house for the time being. You're sticking with me and Freddy while I sort things out with... uh... John and Diane."

You know that Gregory probably has more questions, but he's probably still too exhausted to ask you anything else, undoing his seatbelt, and moving to get out of the car.

The three of you walk up the pathway, and you use your copy of the key to let everyone into the house, only to discover that-

That...

It was empty.

Like, EMPTY empty.

The foyer, where there was usually a coat rack and table for putting away your keys and jacket was empty. Beyond that, in the living room through the archway at the end of the short hall, you could see that the couches were gone. The rugs, the pictures on the walls, even the curtains, were all gone.

It was like nobody had ever lived here at all.

"What the..."

You look worriedly up at Freddy, who returns the confused gaze.

You stuff your keys back in your pocket, walking into the living room that connected to the spacious kitchen. That was empty, too.

"Diane!"

Your call echoes through the empty house, and you realize that the entire goddamn house was cleaned out. Completely cleaned out- just EVERYTHING.

"Gregory, honey, go check your room, okay?"

He nods, and makes a beeline for the stairs, rushing up to his bedroom. Freddy moves to follow him.

"I will stay with Gregory."

"Thank you. I- holy shit. I'm gonna check the guest house. I'll be right back."

He nods as you move backwards towards the sliding glass door, heading out into the backyard and walking around the now-covered pool to the guesthouse that you had been living in for the last ten years.

You unlock it and discover exactly what you'd feared. The little space that you lived in was almost completely cleaned out. They had left your food alone, your shoes, and basically all of the little items you'd bought for yourself, but had taken all of the major furnishings that they had bought for the house.

There's a sealed envelope on the kitchen counter, right next to where your phone charger is.

There's no writing on the outside, and you quickly open it, sure you would find some pathetic excuse from Diane written inside.

But instead, you find a legal document inside.

You read it over in shock.

You hold the papers in a shaky hand as you leave the guesthouse, not even bothering to close the door behind you as you hurried back into the main house, up the stairs, and into the doorway of Gregory's bedroom.

His room was probably the only one that was mostly left alone, though uh... that doesn't mean much. They only left behind a single dresser, and his bedframe, along with a bare mattress. He and Freddy were picking up some of his clothes that were strewn across the floor. Freddy looks up when you walk in, carefully tucking one of Gregory's shirts into an open backpack.

You give him a little wave, trying to hide your shock and play it cool.

"Hey, uh... can I talk to you downstairs for a minute?"

"Of course," he tells you, picking up Gregory's favorite – and now only, it seemed – action figure, setting him carefully in the backpack's pocket. "Gregory, we will be downstairs if you need any help."

Gregory nods as he solemnly picks up his things, and you and Freddy leave his room and go downstairs, your hands on your head as you moved to lean on the kitchen counter.

"What is wrong?"

"They skipped town."

"John and Diane?"

"Y- yeah," you hold out the papers for him to take, and he does, reading them over as he listened to you. You push your hair back out of your face, in a little bit of shock. "They... I've been appointed as Gregory's legal guardian. They left him in my care, and they- I dunno, they moved??? They took all their stuff?"

"And they left??"

"They just left!!"

You have your arms outstretched, keeping your voice down as you just- you explained the outrageousness of it all.

"Oh god... Freddy, wh... what are we gonna do?"

He sets the paper down on the kitchen counter as he looks to you.

"What do you mean? This is a good thing... isn't it? If Gregory is able to stay with you, he will be happy and safe."

"I mean, yeah, of course, but I- I thought we would have more time to prepare to take care of him... I've worked for these people since I was a kid. They were my only source of income, and- god, I never got a chance to finish high school, and-"

"Y/n."

Freddy's hand moves to rest gently on top of yours on the counter, and you flip your own hand over to hold his, looking up at him.

"I know that this is not a good situation, and you are scared... but I also know that you and Gregory are strong, and you will be okay." He gives you a soft, encouraging smile. "I will help in any way I can, and I will not leave you."

You have tears in your eyes again, and you squeeze his hand with a small smile, trying to take a calming breath.

You and Gregory have gone through literal hell all night long, and then you escape and come home to this. This poor kid just can't catch a break.

Maybe it was better off this way. It would make this entire transition easier, right? At least you wouldn't have to fight with Diane to get Gregory away from her... but Jesus, man. Even if Gregory isn't exactly fond of his biological parents, rejection like that is... it's a huge emotional blow.

"...How are we gonna tell him?"

He sighs, his ears drooping a little bit.

"...Perhaps it is best that we do not tell him today."

You look back down to the papers and the little note that Diane left, explaining that you had 24 hours to vacate the premises before the new owners arrived.

You had saved up your money over the years and had enough to keep the three of you afloat for... a week and a half. Maybe even two. You would have to look for a job as soon as you weren't covered in pizza sauce, garbage water, blood, dirt, and... and whatever the hell else you were covered in.

You would start tomorrow morning. First thing.

"...I think that's a good idea. We should give him some time to adjust, and wait until things are a little more stable. Then... maybe... would you be there?"

"Yes, Y/n. There is no question in my mind about whether or not I want to be there for Gregory."

You nod, taking a shaky breath, smiling up at him, your heart warm despite the terrible situation.

"Thank you."

"You do not have to thank me, you know." he sounds like he's teasing you as he gingerly puts the legal documents and note back into the envelope. "I am happy to be here."

It was such a relief to hear him say that, and it was such a relief to have someone else to talk to about this kind of stuff. You had made friends with the other moms over the years, setting up playdates with Gregory and their children, but you tried to keep family matters... well, private. Even if it was difficult to navigate through them alone.

It feels so, so good to not be alone anymore.

You let out one last sigh before putting your hands on your hips, feeling less panicked now that Freddy soothed your nerves, and you had a chance to come up with a little bit of a gameplan.

"You're... seriously the best, you know that?" You nod once towards the stairs, and he follows you as you ascend them. "C'mon. Let's go help Gregory pack and get out of here. We need a new home base so we can figure out your battery situation next."

He smiles up at you, and happily agrees to help, aiding you and Gregory as you gathered what was left of your things in backpacks.

Puzzle Pieces

It doesn't take you long to pack up what was left behind (which was everything that you had ever paid for. Anything that John and Diane had bought – even if they had bought it for Gregory, was gone.) and you also take any toiletries that you can find. A couple rolls of toilet paper, your toothbrushes, and half of a tube of toothpaste is all that's left.

And because you and Gregory each had only a single backpack to your names now, you had to lug the rest of what you could find in some black garbage bags you had found in the very back of the pantry.

They seriously took every suitcase. Including Gregory's.

Gregory took the news well when you told him that you wouldn't be staying in the house anymore, and that you, Freddy, and he were moving. He doesn't care enough about the house to say goodbye to it, and soon the three of you were back in the car, on the road.

Freddy had gone into rest mode in the car to preserve his battery as you drove to the nearest affordable motel, hoping to hell that they had at least one room available.

You would have to... well, you would have to go shopping for food first so you could make sure Gregory had at least lunch and dinner, you had to get a phone to replace that one that had fallen into a puddle last night, and you would have to really stretch your dollars and hope that you could make this work. If push came to shove, you would sleep in the car.

You briefly consider reaching out to one of your friends for help, but... they all have their own lives and families. And they're probably enjoying their summer while their kids were either away at summer camp or out playing with their friends. You weren't sure any of them had room for you, Freddy, and Gregory.

You drive for a while, going over every option in your head.

You and Freddy would have to work together to look after Gregory, and you would have to ask him if he would take care of him tomorrow while you walked into... well, every business that you could find in order to get a job.

Ugh, but... who the heck would hire you? All you had was a decade of nannying experience, a seventh-grade education level, and no references of any kind.

You would... have to uh...

Hmm.

You drive to the hotel, thinking back on the very words that Freddy had said – the ones that had helped him decide to leave the Pizzaplex.

You would figure it out.

The day's events pass by in a blur.

You had fast food for lunch, managed to get a motel room to eat and rest in, and still had three hours to figure out Freddy's power situation. Though he insisted that you file a police report to find Gregory's biological parents and bring them to justice before you tended to him. And upon visiting the local police station, you find that the day-shift cops care a tad more than those on the previous night's shift. They actually take you seriously, and assure you that they would do their best to find them.

After that was taken care of, Freddy was finally okay with focusing on the solution to his power problem. And, after a brief discussion about his voltage, build, and the design of the Pizzaplex's charging stations, you had hatched a... kind of... crazy plan.

"Ready, Freddy?"

"Ready!"

He's holding a jumper cable in each hand, the other ends connected to your car's battery.

Now, you want to make it clear that this was HIS (And Gregory's) idea, and that you weren't keen on the idea of zapping Freddy with a car battery, but you were without any better options.

But fortunately, it didn't end in a terrible explosion, and it had actually WORKED. He was able to be charged by taking a little bit of power from your car, and as long as your car didn't... y'know, die, you were golden!

Freddy was overjoyed, because that meant that he could stay with you and Gregory for as long as he wanted to!

Once that problem was sorted, the three of you were able to sort through your things, and you were finally able to get Gregory into a warm shower, taking the first-aid supplies out of the bathroom before you left him to clean up that afternoon.

Which brings you to where you are now: in your hotel room that late afternoon, sitting on one of the two beds as Freddy took care of your minor scrapes... and uh... that slash on your side from where that rabbit lady had cut you.

And speaking of...

"Hey, Freddy?"

He hums in response.

"That thing... under the Pizzaplex. What was it?"

He sighs, letting your shirt fall back down as he tended to your scraped elbow next.

"It... It was... a bad man."

"A bad man?"

"Yes."

"...who?"

"...His name... was Afton. He... helped create me."

You think back to the paperwork in that old office. It had to be-

"William Afton?"

"...Yes."

There is a moment of heavy silence.

"...He killed people, didn't he? Like in the stories."

Freddy looks incredibly pained as he sits beside you. You continue.

"How do you know it was him?"

He sighs, and his eyes meet yours. He looked... incredibly serious.

"...Because I was there when he died."

"What? But- those stories, they're over 60 years old! How were you there?"

"I-... my personality chip has been refurbished. Restored. Modified. Improved into who I am today. The company... they did not want to spend more money creating a new one, so they instead made improvements on what already existed.

But... before, I was... only partially aware. We all were. Afton had done terrible things to-…" he has to stop for a moment. You give him the time that he needs to collect himself. "-… to the children. He... killed them. He hid them inside of us."

He gently releases your elbow, and you move to face him, hanging on his every word.

"They were angry. Afraid. Confused. They... made us... do terrible things. Their spirits took all of us over, and we-" he shakes his head. "We did not want to hurt anyone. None of us did. Until Bonnie, Chica, Foxy... me... the children made us.

Afton used a Spring Bonnie costume to lure the children. And Henry... the one who built me... he did not know until it was too late.

And then, the children had used us to scare Afton, and he... it was an accident. And the children, after he was gone... they could be at peace.

But Afton was... enraged. He did not completely die. He swore to get revenge on Henry, no matter what it took."

"... but why? Why did he want revenge on Henry?"

"Because Henry's design had been what had killed him. His physical body was... trapped by springlocks. That is what you saw."

"Why is he still here? Henry died... years ago."

"How do you know that he is dead?"

"... he was my grandfather."

"Oh. ...I am very sorry for your loss."

You thank him, and he continues with his explanation.

"That would explain why he has come back again... if he cannot have his revenge, he will come back to life to end Henry's bloodline."

"Do you think he survived that fire?"

"...I do not think his body survived. That... collection of wires and parts... it was all of my friends. The children that he harmed are at peace, but... we could not let him continue to kill. My friends... sacrificed themselves to destroy him."

"... but the Aftons aren't gone." You look at Freddy with determination. "Vanessa. She's William's granddaughter, and she-… she had to be that creepy bunny thing."

"Vanny? I do not doubt it. The name 'Vanny' is a combination of 'Vanessa' and 'Bunny'."

So she calls herself 'Vanny' when she's in that creepy bunny costume?? So it WAS her- it was ALL her!

"So she was the one to redirect all the power to... to what, revive Afton?? Why would she do that? How did she know that he was even down there?"

"I do not know."

You both sit in confusion, and you let all of this sink in.

If Vanessa planned on carrying on where Afton left off, then you had to stop her. You... you can't let her hunt other children down like she tried to hunt down Gregory.

As soon as you had things together enough to allow you to raise Gregory in a stable home, you would go after her and finish this once and for all... if she survived the fire at the Pizzaplex, that is.

You would finish the war your grandfather started, and end Afton's reign of terror for good.

But for now, you need to take care of your son.

You had been so busy talking with Freddy that you hadn't heard the shower stop, and Gregory comes out in clean clothes, with his hair half-dried, insisting that he was fine as you dried his head with a towel.

"Okay, Gregory, there's a separate bag that I want you to keep all of your dirty clothes in. We'll wash our things at the laundromat down the street, and- oh, Freddy, I'll pick up some polish and stuff for you so we can get you fixed up when I go out tomorrow, okay?"

"Oh! Thank you, Y/n."

Freddy smiles at you as Gregory moves to flop down on the motel bed, and you promise that you won't take long before you move into the tiny bathroom yourself, and finally get a look at yourself in the mirror.

Your hair is a mess, and you had dried bits of pizza sauce caked with dirt and ash in it. Your clothes are slashed and in tatters, you had (now properly treated) scrapes and bruises and cuts... and a bite mark. You have to undo your bandages on your arm, and thankfully the bite... doesn't... look all that bad, sort of.

You strip off your clothes and leave them in a heap, making a mental note to throw them in the laundry bag after you were done.

It doesn't hit you until you get underneath the hot water just how goddamn sore you really are. Your entire body hurts, and you groan, leaning against the wall, watching as the grime flows off of your body and swirls around your feet before going down the drain.

24 hours ago, you were a nanny. A nanny to a wonderful little boy, living in the guest home of his well-off, yet distant parents.

Now you're his mother, you're kind of- sort of- possibly dating an animatronic bear, you're technically homeless, and you were taking on the responsibility of finishing a 60-some year-old feud between your grandfather and the grandfather of your childhood best friend.

So much can change in such little time.

You use the little bottles of shampoo to wash your hair, and go about your usual showering routine, on autopilot as you tried to process your emotions.

You finally decide, even though you had lived through every person's worst nightmare, that you... you're happy.

You're happy that you'll be able to begin the adoption process and legally become Gregory's mother without having to fight John and Diane. You're happy that Freddy is here, and he cares so much about you both. You're happy you're all together. And alive.

You turn off the shower and quickly pat yourself dry before you get dressed, drying your hair when you walk out of the bathroom to find that Gregory had set up the one little video game console you had gotten him last December, and that he and Freddy were playing a racing game on the room's television.

He and Gregory are laughing together, having a great time as they crash their virtual cars into each other, and you feel your heart melt a little at that.

"Do we still have that blue controller?" You smile as Freddy perks up at the sound of your voice, and you move to dig through one of the backpacks, quickly finding what you were looking for. "Mind if I join in on the next race?"

"Only if you're okay with losing."

You gasp in mock offense as you take a seat next to Gregory, who giggles when you playfully bump him with your shoulder.

"Oh, you're going down, kiddo."

"No, you're going down!"

"No, youuu're going down!"

Freddy watches both of you with his heart full as you go back and forth.

For the first time since he had truly woken up, he finally felt like he was home.

And that you and Gregory were the family that he had always wanted.

And There Was Only One Bed

After an evening of playing video games and a dinner of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, Gregory brushes his teeth (at Freddy's insistence,) falls asleep in the middle of the admittedly small bed, completely out by 7:30.

Good. He needed to make up for last night's lack of sleep. You tuck him in and turn off the bedside lamp, the only light coming from the lamp beside the other bed, which uh... hmm.

There's only one bed. Gregory was tiny for his age, sure, but his limbs are all sprawled out, and you didn't want to wake him by trying to make room for yourself.

You and Freddy lock eyes, and you can hear his fans get just a little bit louder as you blush.

You walk into the bathroom and leave the door open as you busy yourself with brushing your teeth.

"Uh... you can have the bed, if you want."

"Oh, I could not take it from you. I can sleep on the floor. I do not mind."

"Freddy, no," you spit out toothpaste in the sink, finishing up. "I'm not gonna make you sleep on the floor."

"...If you do not want me to sleep on the floor, and I do not want you to sleep on the floor, then perhaps... we could share!"

You put your toothbrush down, leaning on the sink as heat rose to your face.

The thought of getting into bed with him conjures images of him looming over you, eye contact as electric as his kiss as he nipped at your flesh, large hands moving over you and touching and groping and-

Uh.

But- none of that would be happening tonight for a few reasons here. For starters, Gregory was sleeping literally feet away from the bed that you would be sharing. You're also exhausted. And finally, you're pretty sure that, even if Freddy WANTS to do anything with you in bed, he doesn't have the uh... parts to allow you both to go all the way.

But fuck, the things you would do to him if he did.

You realize that, while you were thinking about banging him, he was politely waiting for an answer.

"Okay!"

He smiles, a very quiet nervous laugh leaving him as you walk over to the bed, getting under the covers on one side while Freddy did the same on the other.

The bed squeaks loudly in protest beneath his weight, and he freezes with a nervous glance your way. It would probably hold him... right?

You quietly motion to him that it was fine, and he takes your word for it, pulling his legs up and onto the bed. It, thankfully, does not break.

It's a tight fit, and you have to press against each other to avoid falling off of the mattress.

After a moment, Freddy whispers to you in the dark.

"...maybe we should... hold onto each other. So you do not fall out of bed."

Oh, very slick.

You laugh quietly in the darkness, eyes on his as you wrapped your free arm around him as much as you could. He takes that as permission to wrap his arms around you, pulling you into a literal bear hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He had set his hat down on the bedside table, his glowing eyes now closed as he settled into the bed with you.

You were all in... various states of shock, you think. Maybe that's why you feel so... oddly okay.

You snuggle into Freddy.

"Goodnight, Y/n."

You hug him back as he nuzzles your neck, one hand moving to one of his ears, rubbing small circles on it as your exhaustion begins to pull you into sleep. His ear wiggles, and he hums happily.

"Goodnight, big guy."

One Week

You, Freddy, and Gregory live in that little motel for well over a week before you check out, that time having passed something like this:

On Sunday, you and Freddy had woken up before Gregory, and you had to force yourself to get out of bed and untangle yourself from him. Despite literally being made of metal, he was very comfortable to sleep against. You wish you could have stayed for just a little bit longer.

Though you will admit that you feel much better after sleeping for... jeez, 12 hours. Thankfully Freddy's rest mode allowed him to preserve most of his battery throughout the night.

After you had a cup of coffee in your hand, you had quietly grabbed your keys, and you had asked him if he could look after Gregory while you went and began a job search. You would have to use your Fazwatch to keep in contact with him and Gregory until you had a phone again.

Thankfully, because this bear is a saint, he happily agrees, and only asks that you aid him with charging one last time before you left.

You, of course, agreed, and once he was charged, he very shyly asked if he could give you a kiss goodbye.

And of course, you agreed again before you left him and Gregory for the day.

On Monday, you had started your first day as a waitress at the local Pancake Hut, and began advertising your services as a...sort of repairwoman. You offered to fix toys, televisions, and computers online, and hoped that those two jobs combined would be enough.

The closest Pancake Hut was a 15 minute drive, but you were happy to be making more than minimum wage, and overjoyed at the thought of tips. You had also began rebuilding your contacts, now that you had a phone again, texting the parents of Gregory's friends to let them know of the number change.

Sahara's mother, Reese, had also texted you about a missed get-together at the park on Saturday. You're extremely close to her – Gregory and Sahara are best friends – and text her back, promising to explain the situation when you met her that upcoming weekend, and asking that she passes on your apology to Sahara.

On Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, you leave for work at the same time, and save up your tips that you make in an old, cleaned out pickle jar. You get back to the motel room to find that Freddy has done his best with dinner, and greets you with a cheery smile and a soft kiss, asking about your day, and telling you all about what he and Gregory did that day. You fall into a... well, a sort of domestic routine.

And, if you may, he's literally made out of dad material. He and Gregory spend time at the parks, he's taken him to the library, and Gregory's even introduced Freddy to a few of his friends that he's seen on the playground.

Thankfully, when Freddy wears his long hoodie that you had found at the local second-hand store, not a lot of people give him a second glance -- people think he's just, y'know, a tall human.

And then at night, when it's time to sleep, he loves telling Gregory stories until he falls asleep, turning off his bedside lamp, whispering a goodnight, and calling him superstar.

And the two of you, when you weren't busy either taking care of Gregory, working, or doing some of the many things that responsible parents do, you spent time truly getting to know each other.

Freddy loves listening to you talk, and will happily listen to just about anything you have to say. You've even been able to have little... sort of proper dates after you get home from work. So far you've had a movie night, and you've stood outside of your motel door and leaned over the guardrails, talking, stargazing.

He's also been so... happy now that he was out of the Pizzaplex. He watched his first sunset, seen the stars – the REAL stars – for the first time, felt grass, and he's discovered a love for cooking, too. And art! And music, of course – and since you had introduced him to the wonders of YouTube, he had seen humming up a storm, trying to learn the lyrics of every song he came across.

The two of you just worked so well together, and had such wonderful chemistry that caring for each other came naturally. Like you were made for each other. And you continue to share a bed as you sleep, and he goes into rest mode.

That brings you up to speed, and back to Saturday, where you are now, watching the news as it plays up in the corner of the laundromat as you waited for your clothes to dry.

"-And now on with the latest development of our top story of this week: the mysterious fire that nearly burnt the local Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex to the ground."

The footage cuts to the original reporter who had been on the scene that day. It's daytime in the footage, and there are firetrucks and police cars in the background, the Pizzaplex still smoking slightly behind them.

"I'm Sandra Green, live on the scene of where tragedy has struck Fazbear Entertainment yet again. A mysterious blaze has caused what has been estimated to be hundreds of thousands in damages – thankfully, there have been no casualties as a result of the company switching to automated night security, indirectly saving any potential victims from the fire.

A representative from the company was able to comment and had informed us that no animatronics were harmed in the fire. They said, quote, 'Freddy and his friends look forward to seeing you again soon at the grand reopening next month.'"

Behind Sandra, there's some kind of lanky animatronic that looks almost EXACTLY like that moon thing that had drugged you, only with a head that looked like the sun. It's waving its hands at the building, like it was inconvenienced. It picks up a newspaper that flies by, yelling 'clean up, clean up!'. Sandra pays it no mind as it walks off, but the firefighters look mildly uncomfortable. You also spot, sitting between firetrucks like a ginormous parked car, DJ Music Man, who had an emergency blanket draped over one of his arms.

"Back to you, Bob."

You stop watching, confused. Completely automated night security? If that was true, then what...

You take yours and Gregory's clothes out of the dryer, putting everything into the backpack you had brought them in before waving goodbye to the little old woman who runs the place, leaving and heading back to the motel.

Vanessa must have been faking being a nightguard, then. If that was true, than there weren't supposed to be any humans in the building that night... It disturbs you to think about what the hell could have happened to Gregory if you hadn't been there that night.

You shake your head.

It's a quick walk back, and once you arrive, the three of you fold up the clothes before you set out for the day, on your way to the park to meet with Sahara and her mom.

The three of you listen to your collection of old music as you drive, Space Oddity playing as you cruise down the street.

The park is surprisingly not very crowded, with only a handful of children playing, and their parents sitting on the sidelines. Reese is standing under the tree that Sahara is attempting to climb, and she quickly abandons it as soon as she saw Gregory get out of the car.

Gregory runs up to Sahara and the two hug as they collide, happily speaking over each other as they reunited.

Reese smiles at you, and you return it with a wave as you wait for Freddy to get out of the car to lock it.

Reese's eyes widen as she looks up at him in shock, and then looks back to you questioningly. You open your mouth to kind of- sort of explain when Gregory beats you to the punch, happily leading Sahara up to him.

"Sahara, this is Freddy! And Freddy, this is Sahara. She's my best friend."

Freddy smiles as he gets down to Sahara and Gregory's level.

"Hello, Sahara! Gregory has told me so much about you. It is great to meet you!"

Sahara seems speechless for a moment, and then a smile breaks out over her face, and she beams up at Freddy with an excited 'Hello!!' before asking if he wants to play with them.

"As long as it's not tag," Gregory looks up at Freddy as he stands up again. "He likes to cheat."

"Gregory. I do not cheat..." His attention flicks to the treeline across the field in front of you, and he raises a hand to point. "What is that, over there?"

And the moment Sahara and Gregory look away, he gently boops Sahara on the head before he hastily calls out "Tag! You are it!" and then rushes away.

Sahara and Gregory burst out laughing before they chase after him, a few other kids leaving the swings to join in on the game as they ran around the field and played.

"Y/n...?"

Reese raises a questioning eyebrow as she looks from Freddy to you.

"It's uh... kind of a long story, Reese." you shrug, smiling and laughing as you watched Freddy play with the kids, you and Reese walking over to stand beneath the tree again as you begin to explain.

After you finish your story (having left out all of the crimes you and Gregory had committed, and the murderous animatronics, obviously) Reese stands there in shock, looking between you and Freddy as he now pushed Gregory and Sahara on the swings.

"Y/n, I... so... it's just you three? And... he's... alive?" You look to Freddy, who catches you staring, and gives you a little wave that you return. "...if you're happy, then uh..." She laughs in disbelief, smiling as she shakes her head. "Then I'm happy for you. But- where have you three been staying?"

"Y'know that motel down the street?"

"...not the Old Dog,"

"The Old Dog."

"Oh..." she's quiet for a minute before she continues. "...You know, if there's ever anything ya need, you can just let me know."

"Hah... thanks, Reese. But unless you can pull a house out of the sky for us..."

She looks very thoughtful for a minute.

"Hmm... y'know, I do have a brother-in-law who's in real estate..."

You laugh as you shake your head. You were only kidding -- there was no way you could scrape together the cash for that.

"I appreciate it, but uh... there's just no way I can afford to buy a house. Not right now."

"How about rent? I bet he'll even give you a discount if you wanna help him out with a fixer-upper he's been stuck with for the last six months."

Your heart leaps, and you look to Reese with wide eyes to see her smiling. She's... actually serious!

"Really?? Yes, yes- oh my god, thank you!" You're- god, that's such a relief, you could cry. It's nothing concrete, but it's a shot.

Ma, this is weird. You usually never ask for help with anything – you've always been the one that the other moms call when they need a last-minute sitter, and it felt like things were finally coming back around.

She laughs as you light up, and she gives you his number, telling you that she would email him and catch him up on the situation later that day.

She also gives you an additional warning that the house that had fallen into his hands was in terrible shape, and it was gonna need a lot of TLC. You told her that anything at all would be perfect, your conversation ending when Gregory waves you over. He, Freddy, and Sahara were all play-fighting with sticks, pretending they were swords.

"I've kept you long enough," Reese laughs, "Go play with your boys... I'm catching up on my reading."

She sits down on the nearest bench as you thank her one more time before joining Gregory, Sahara, and Freddy just an imaginary dragon begins to attack the playground, and all four of you have to join forces to defeat it with your imaginary swords.

And one of the best parts of the afternoon was seeing Gregory look so happy, his bruises now healing, a beaming smile on his face.

A House on a Hill, and The Discussions Within it

The next few weeks were busy – very busy – while you got things sorted out in the evenings after you got off of work.

You had met up with Reese's brother-in-law the day you had gotten your first paycheck, and he had shown you the house that he had been stuck with.

It was... not in a great condition. But it did have plenty of space, and it was far enough away from town to allow you privacy, AND had tons of rolling hills that seemed to go on for miles after you come to the edge of the woods that surround it. The view was... fantastic. But the house itself?

There was brown, knee-high grass all around the outside of the crumbling place. It was a two-story with a fireplace, three bedrooms, an office, a spacious kitchen, dining room, and living room, and two and a half bathrooms. It had pretty large doorways, and surprisingly enough, a basement.

But it really was a wreck. The walls looked like they were almost rotting away, the wooden stairs were chipped and has holes all over them, and the place had a terrible draft. You wouldn't be surprised if the sun-bleached roof leaks in the rain, too.

It certainly needs TLC.

But... it would be a roof over Gregory's head. The place had running water, and it would keep you warm and relatively safe. And if you fixed it up, it could be a home. It was certainly a step up from the motel.

"So what do you think?"

"I... I think..." you turn to Phil, and he must see the look on your face, because he laughs, avoiding a squeaky floorboard where you stood in the doorway as he approached you.

"Look, If you want, I'm open to making a few compromises. How about you uh... if you fix it up yourself, I'll cut you a break. Reese told me you're a little down on your luck right now, and because you've been so good to my niece, I wanna help you out."

Hmm. It sounded a little too good to be true, like he would be getting off easy having you buy the materials to fix up the place, but honestly, you had no other options right now. And you decide to trust him when he says that he wants to help.

"... how much were you thinking for rent?" you ask, shocked when he replies 900 a month.

900 is something you could make work.

And so, after some brief paperwork, Phil hands you the keys to the place, gives you the greenlight to move in whenever you see fit, wishes you luck, and heads on his way.

You wave goodbye to him and call out one last 'thank you!' before he drives away, leaving you by yourself on the house's porch.

You hop for joy (but not too much! The uh- the porch's wood is rotting a little bit) as you turn to look at the house, all sun-bleached and faded.

All yours, Freddy's, and Gregory's.

And speaking of!

You call Freddy on your Fazwatch – the two of you had modified them together, allowing them internet access and a further radius to allow all three of you to call each other.

He picks up with a cheery call of your name as you lock up the house, practically skipping to your car.

"You'll never guess what just happened!"

"Should I try anyway?"

You can hear his warm laughter over the Fazwatch, and start up your car with a smile on your face.

"We have a house!!!"

You can picture the smile on his face as he speaks to you, just as excited as you are.

"Y/n, this is amazing news! Should I tell Gregory, or is it a surprise?"

"No, no, go ahead! Oh- and could you guys pack up your things? I want to get Gregory settled in before it gets dark."

"Yes, of course! I will pack your things too. This is so exciting, my star! You have done so well. I am so proud of you!"

Proud of you?

You sit in the car, looking at his name displayed on the Fazwatch, smiling softly.

"... really?"

"Yes, of course! You work so hard, and I-" he stops himself, embarrassed as he mutters "I... uh..." on the other end of the line before he continues with a bashful "I care about you very much."

Your heart swells as you drive back into town, feeling almost giddy as you drove back to the motel, your cheeks warm.

"...I care a lot about you too, Freddy."

He hums in content, but it almost sounds like a dreamy sigh. Then Gregory must ask him what the news was, and Freddy's attention is momentarily pulled away from your call as he excitedly explains what was going on. The rest of your drive is spent listening to Gregory's excitement as the three of you brainstormed ideas for his new room.

You pull into the motel parking lot, and Gregory tells you that he'll wait by the door for you. Then it was just you and Freddy on the line, and you sit in the car as you finished your call with him.

"Thank you, by the way. For coming with us."

"...thank you for taking me with you."

You get out of the car, letting him know that you were here, and that you would see him in a moment. The two of you exchange your goodbyes, and you enter the motel room to find Gregory waiting excitedly with his backpack on, holding the trash bag full of his clothes.

Freddy waits with Gregory in the car while you check out of the motel, and the three of you very quickly arrive at the new house after you had explained to Gregory that it wasn't like his old house. It was going to need some work, and it would be a while until you all had furniture. Though you did stop and pick up an inflatable mattress for Gregory, and another for you and Freddy, who had asked you, in a barely-audible whisper, if you could continue to share.

You, of course, say yes.

And that evening passes as the three of you work together to clean up the upstairs room that Gregory had claimed as his own, cleaning up the rest of the house until it got late, and it was time for bed. At least for Gregory.

It doesn't take long to get him settled down on the inflatable mattress, and you kiss him goodnight, wish him sweet dreams, and, sticking to their routine, Freddy tells a story until Gregory falls fast asleep.

While he told Gregory a story, you had gone downstairs and walked into the primary bedroom. Right now, the wooden floors and faded walls are plain, and the only thing inside is the inflatable mattress you had purchased that day.

You make the bed with one of the only sheets that Diane and John had left you, fluffing up both of the pillows before you spread out a quilt over it, your attention grabbed when there's a soft knock on the open door. You turn around to see Freddy as he ducks under the doorway, smiling softly at you.

"What do you think?" you tuck a little bit of your hair behind your ear as he looks around the room, then back to you. "It's a far cry from Rockstar Row, but uh..."

"I love it," his voice is as soft as his smile as his hand moves to rest on the small of your back, leaning down enough to allow you to cup his face. "It is... home."

"Well," you breathe, "Then let me be the first to say... welcome home, Mr. Fazbear."

He grins, and your every inch feels warm as he dips you, like he had when he had first kissed you, kissing you again with that same passion, leaving your lips tingling as he held you there, giving you space to breathe after a moment, but still holding you in his embrace.

His kisses move from your lips to your jawline, and he leaves a tingling trail to your neck, where his teeth just barely graze, sending a shiver through you, and a jolt straight to your core.

You can't stop the tiniest noise from leaving yourself when his deep hum rumbles throughout his body, sending chills through you as he pressed you closer. But he must mistake your noise for one of discomfort, because he immediately raises his head again, looking at you with concern.

"Oh! I apologize. I got a little... carried away."

"N-no!" you stammer, your hands resting gently on his chest as he carefully puts you upright again. "No, uh... not at all! I- you- that was-"

OH GOD, YOU'RE DROWNIN' HERE. MAYDAY. MAYDAY.

You laugh nervously before you take a minute to straighten out your thoughts.

"I... liked it."

As you had been stammering, Freddy had taken the time to scan your vitals, and it seems to hit him why you were so... flustered.

"...you are aroused."

Oooooooooh, yeah. And the way his voice practically purrs as he says it out loud only makes matters worse.

You decide to be bold and look him in the eye as you admit it.

"Yes. I... can you... feel things like that, too?"

"To an extent. Physically, I... do not have the proper receptors to experience what you do."

He's able to hold you up with a single hand, and the other allows him to run his fingers up and down your spine slowly as he looks you in the eye.

"...do you want them?"

Your question is hardly even a whisper, and you wait with a racing heart for his reply.

"Yes." He pauses for a moment as his gaze shifts shyly away from you before he meets your eye again. "Y/n, I want to be... intimate... with you."

Oh, sweet Christ, he wants to fuck you.

"So..." you fail to repress a shiver as his eyes look over you with want. "...should I add that upgrade to our to-do list?"

"There is no rush," he adds quickly, nervously continuing with "I understand that there are other, more important matters to be attended to first."

He leads you to the inflatable mattress, sitting down on the floor next to it as you tried to get comfortable under the covers now that you were all hot and bothered and literally discussing the fact that the only upgrade on his mind was the one that would allow him to dick you down.

"As soon as we have access to the parts you have in mind," You lean forward on a single arm, looking at him with lidded eyes. His fans get a little louder – his equivalent of a blush the only sound aside from your quiet voice and the creak of the inflatable mattress. "And- y'know, we have a bed that won't... pop," you both laugh, "I'll make sure your next upgrade doesn't disappoint."

His fans get louder when you kiss him, and he hums in content against your mouth, his hand on your cheek.

...Regrettably, it's getting pretty late.

"...You are working a double shift tomorrow," he reminds you as his fingers trace over the wooden floorboards. "You should get some rest."

You know he's right, and even though you'd like to jump his bones right now, you want your first time sleeping with him to be good for him, too. You wanted to make sure he could feel everything that you could.

You exhale deeply, closing your eyes and moving to rest your forehead on the cool metal of his shoulder as he chuckled at your incredibly flustered state.

You hate that he's right – but... he IS right. You need sleep if you want to be in any shape to deal with tomorrow's breakfast and lunch rush.

So you and Freddy instead rest beside each other, your hand in his as you thought up plans and blueprints until you were fast asleep.

One Month

Chapter Notes

Oh, btw, I recommend using the InteractiveFics extension -- it's a thingy that turns all Y/ns into your name (or whatever you set it to) when it's activated. Especially when fluff pops up

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A month goes by as you, Freddy, and Gregory settle into your new lives.

While you went to work at the Pancake Hut, Freddy and Gregory took advantage of the summer warmth, spending time either outside, playing video games, or repairing the house while you were away. Every day when you came home, they would excitedly show you their progress, and you would join them whenever you could.

Gregory had even asked Freddy if he could call him 'dad' one day while you were gone, and Freddy had been overflowing with pride when he told you, absolutely gushing about it until you had gone to bed that night.

It was the sweetest thing – coming home and getting to listen to them tell you all about what they did together that day – you had even come home to the living room walls repaired completely, painted a lovely shade of buttercream yellow.

And because of all the hard work being put into your home, it was really starting to come together. The draft had been fixed, the windows were clean and allowed sunlight through, the roof was secure, and the yard was even beginning to turn green now that it had someone to take care of it. You and Gregory had even planted flowers!

Because of the tips you received during the day and the extra income you brought in with your repair services, you had even began to throw together a sort of... kind of working charging... area? For Freddy. He still gets the majority of his power from car batteries, but you had a much more efficient system. This one didn't involve your car, and was able to be operated by one person – him!

And because things were really coming together – even... though you were still eating dinner on the cardboard box you use as a coffee table in the living room, and the only furniture you really had was an actual mattress and bedframe for Gregory, and a proper bed for you and Freddy – you could prepare to set things in motion to legally adopt Gregory.

You're going over your research on your laptop (that you thank goodness every day that Diane hadn't taken) when Freddy and Gregory rush in from outside. Freddy reminds him to wipe the mud off of his shoes before coming in the house, and after he does, he rushes through the entryway and then up the stairs. If he was covered in mud, he was probably headed upstairs to wash up for dinner.

"Hi, honey."

"Hello, Starlet!"

He leans down to kiss you sweetly before he moves into the kitchen where you were standing, looking at your laptop on the counter. He opens the refrigerator to grab the previous night's leftovers from dinner to heat them up. The only picture on the fridge was one of you, Gregory, and Freddy all holding hands, drawn by the kiddo himself.

"You are studying early tonight."

Ever since things had gotten somewhat financially stable around the house, you had been working on getting a GED. It was a step towards getting a higher-paying job, and you wanted to put together the best life you could for Gregory. Freddy, of course, wants you to pursue your dreams, so he's been helping you study.

"I'm actually getting things in order for Gregory's adoption," you smile as you leave your laptop for a moment, grabbing a few plates from the cabinets. You only have six at the moment, so you're extra careful with them. "If everything goes well, he should be ours in six months."

"Y/n, that is amazing news!" He abandons the leftovers on the counter to instead place his hands on your arms, looking at you with wide, excited eyes, a huge adorable grin on his face. "When Gregory is legally our son, we should celebrate!"

'Our son'. The choice in words leaves your heart fluttering as you look up at him in adoration.

You laugh warmly at his excitement, beaming back at him as you agreed – you should definitely celebrate.

"Absolutely! We'll do cake and ice cream and everything! Let's just keep the celebration between us until everything's all said and done."

Freddy nods, still not letting you go, your hands on his arms too.

"You do not want to get his hopes up."

"Exactly."

You sigh happily. Ah, he gets it. Not that you can foresee any issues popping up, but y'know. Just in case you end up unable to actually throw a party.

"Please, let me know if there is anything I can do to help."

You move one of your hands to his as he lets you go, planting a soft kiss to the back of it.

"You already do more than your part."

You continue holding his hand as he presses it gently to your cheek and the two of you stand softly entwined in your still unfinished kitchen.

"And I will do more. You... have given me a family, my starlet. I will do everything I can to take care of it."

You hum happily as you lean into his touch.

"Well, technically, you found US running around like a bunch of gremlins."

"Not exactly. Gregory was not running around. He came out of my chest! You were the one running through the Pizzaplex." His joking tone makes you laugh.

"Y'know I fell out of a vent?"

"I did not!"

"Yeah!" You laugh quietly. "I still can't believe that you saw me all covered in dirt and cobwebs and kissed me that same night."

His hum sounds more like a purr of content when he leans forward to kiss you softly again, the little zap sending tingles of electricity all the way down to your fingertips.

When he slowly pulls away, neither one of you open your eyes, your faces a foot apart.

"... You were as beautiful that night as you are now."

You open your eyes to find his own watching you with adoration.

Oh, how did you get so lucky?

"Mom!"

Gregory's distant call from upstairs draws your attention, and Freddy lets you go (but still holding your hand) so you can face the kitchen's entryway as you called back.

"Yeah?"

"There's no soap up here!"

"Yes there is, sweetheart, it's under the sink!"

A momentary pause.

"...I don't see it!"

You and Freddy laugh quietly, and you press one last kiss to the back of his hand before you step away from him.

"I'll be right back."

Freddy watches you leave the kitchen, turn the corner, and listens as you go up the stairs, knowing that you would probably find the extra soap and return to him shortly.

He smiles to himself, feeling warm. It is not, however, a coolant malfunction or a faulty fan.

He goes back to warming up leftovers, thinking up party plans to put into action six months from now.

Chapter End Notes

WE'RE GETTIN' CLOSER TO THE SPICY CONTENT

BUCKLE YOUR SEATBELTS

The Pizzaplex, Peace of Mind, and a Package

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It's early August when you get a promotion from being a waitress to an assistant manager, and your paycheck grows.

You had been able to afford some more real, actual furniture for the house, and had even upgraded the homemade charging station. It was now partially hooked up to the house itself while still drawing part of its power from car batteries. And because of that, you had begun saving up a portion of your tips for... other upgrades.

You and Freddy had blueprints ready for multiple things – including a battery upgrade that would allow him to hold 12 hours' worth of power, and- well... the other one.

Oh! Right! To take some of the financial strain off of you, Freddy and Gregory had collected the stray coins they find on the sidewalks and at the playground, putting them in the old pickle jars you store your saved tips in when you weren't looking. Well- when they THOUGHT you weren't looking. You caught on pretty quickly, but you still let them think they're being sneaky.

And speaking of: Freddy had also mentioned using the Pizzacoins he had from the Pizzaplex to try and get Gregory some new clothes for the upcoming school year, and gifts for his birthday – even though it wasn't until December.

Because yes, the Pizzaplex had re-opened. You had been so nervous that the company's representatives or employees would come knocking at your door any day to take Freddy back, but he had assured you time and time again that they would not. Now that he had complete freedom, there was no way he would go back to that place. They could not force him – he was no longer their property.

He explained to you that, legally, he would have to renew his contract with them, and he hadn't before he had left. He had also said that that any legal action they could pursue would cost the company more than it would to simply build a replacement.

And that is exactly what you did. They built a replacement. You had watched a replay of the grand opening concert that someone had posted online, and the new Freddy looked almost identical to yours – only the markings around his eyes were primarily red with a touch of blue. The others were there, too. They were the same animatronics that had tried to take your life that night, rescued from the pits of hell and repaired again.

Because the company always did what was cheapest.

You didn't want to go back to that place, and to put your mind at ease, Freddy had agreed to wait on his brief return to get things for Gregory. In the meantime, you would continue shopping at the thrift store and garage sales – just to play it safe.

And it works! Your living room is beginning to come together, and you had even found a decent coffee table to have dinner on!

You practically skip from your car to the mailbox that you, Freddy, and Gregory had painted together -- it had one of yours, Gregory's, and Freddy's hand (and paw) prints on it instead of a single family name. There's a decent-size, brown package sitting on the grass beside it.

You know EXACTLY what that is – and you pick it up excitedly before you walk up the driveway and then up the little path to your front porch, unlocking the door and stepping inside, setting the package on the floor as you unlaced your shoes.

"Hi, guys!"

Your call hello is answered by Freddy in the living room.

"Y/n!"

You hear him getting up and off of the couch, setting something down on the coffee table before his footsteps brought him into view, and he walked to the main entryway to meet you, where you exchange a quick kiss.

"How was work, my star?"

"Oh- busy as hell. For some reason the lunch rush was insane, and I barely got a 15-minute break. And I had a new kid to train- I completely forgot to call you," you get up on your tippy-toes, and he meets you in another gentle kiss. "Sorry, honey."

Because you, Gregory, and Freddy all still had your Fazwatches, you had a way to contact each other just in case there was an emergency, but you liked to call him on your breaks to have a minute to talk with him and Gregory.

"There is no need to apologize! You are very busy doing a fantastic job!"

Oh, ever the sweetheart.

"How about you? How was your day? And where's Gregory?"

"Gregory is at his friend Ian's house. He had asked if he could go and play after we were finished at the arcade in town, and I walked them there this afternoon. My day was very nice! Gregory and I went out for fresh air and spent time in town until he had asked to go to Ian's house, and I have been catching up on reading for most of the afternoon." He pauses, looking very thoughtful as you grabbed the package up off of the floor, walking with him back to the living room. "You know, I... did not get a lot of quiet time at the Pizzaplex. I have also never had books to sit down and read. I like it!"

You laugh as he holds your hand while you sit down on the couch, waiting for you to get comfortable before he took a seat beside you.

You think about that sometimes. His old life at the Pizzaplex. He had so much there. Children who adored him, a glamourous room in a high-tech building, and while yes, he was trapped in a sense, it was... well, literally made for him. You wonder if he really is truly happy here.

"Do you ever miss it?"

He tilts his head in confusion.

"The Pizzaplex," you clarify, leaning back against the couch as you watched his expression.

"... No." he shakes his head carefully. "I do not. I do miss my friends... Bonnie. M- My friends from before the Pizzaplex. But they are... at peace, in a sense. And when we saw... what we saw..."

The blob below the Pizzaplex -- the collection of sentient animatronic husks and parts.

"... I got to say goodbye to them. To Bonnie."

You move to hold his hand to comfort him, even though he has a small smile on his face.

"I am grateful for that. And now, I am grateful for you. For Gregory. I would not trade the life we are living for anything, starlet."

Oh, what a relief.

Though you wish there was something you could do about his friends... maybe, if the Pizzaplex employees were able to salvage Roxy, Glamrock Chica, and Monty, they could also salvage parts from the blob. You hope that they could. Maybe they did.

But if anything, you're happy he had the chance to say goodbye to them. He deserved that at the very least. And it made you happy to know that even though that chapter of his life had ended, and the goodbye had been bittersweet; it was a healthy change.

Sort of like Gregory's biological parents leaving.

Sometimes change hurts. Even when it's healthy. Even when it's needed.

Freddy's voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

"Why do you ask?"

"Ah, I was just... just checking on you."

"That is very sweet of you, Y/n."

He nuzzles the side of your face, and you lean into him, still holding his hand, the package's contents rattling beside you on the couch as you snuggle closer to him.

"...Oh, you have received a package!"

You press a quick kiss to his bicep before you hum in the affirmative, moving your free hand to pull the package into your lap.

"Sooooo... this is for that upgrade we talked about. Not the battery one yet – that QX5 converter is still out of stock, and I can't find that 99P wire for the life of me. But," you drum your fingers excitedly on the dark paper that was wrapped all along the outside of the box. "This is everything. The actual parts, nerve connectors and all."

He raises a brow as he smiles.

"Than perhaps it is time for some maintenance."

Chapter End Notes

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The Upgrade

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You decide that the best place for rewiring and installation would not be the living room, but instead in the bedroom you share, where his charging station is. Just in case.

You instruct him to lay down flat, and he does, his upper half propped up with multiple pillows as you sat beside him, the package open on the single bedside table, your tools in a little kit on the sheets beside his leg.

"Ready?"

"Yes."

Alright, now all you had to do was uh... well, first you should...

Oh, god, you didn't actually think that you would feel this flustered as you assemble a huge, robotic dick, but here you are.

The metal that makes up the shaft is carefully coated in flexible, soft, smooth material, and the carefully woven wires inside all connect to nerve receptors that you would splice and connect to his existing nerve network.

It's big, too – but not so big that it couldn't retract inside of his pelvic plate. But then again, he could fit an entire person inside of his body. The real question is how you were going to fit it inside of YOU when the time came.

It's at least eight inches, and the smooth material coating the metal is almost the same color as his body -- It's a shade of deep orange, but it isn't a vivid color – the transparent material allows you to see the metal inside.

You exhale deeply, blushing furiously as you forced yourself to make eye contact with Freddy.

"Uh- if you could... open your chest and pelvic plate, please..."

He hums in confirmation, and his body opens up completely in front of you, blooming like a flower as he watched you.

He had specifically asked to be awake for this.

Now, because of the position you were in, it wasn't exactly easy to find an angle that was easy for you to work with. So you...

You climb up onto his legs, straddling one of them as he laid there, his fans whirring as he watched you from where he was propped up.

"If you require assistance, let me know."

Hmm. Well, you could really use a second hand while you connected the base to his pelvis.

You look up at him.

"Could you hold this in place?"

You nod towards the penis in your one hand, blushing hard.

He nods nervously, and reaches one hand forward, his replacing your own.

Your heart quickens, and arousal pools in your lower stomach as you take in the slight of him sitting comfortably on the bed with his hand wrapped around his cock, holding it still as you reached forward, curling the wires out of the way as you began attaching it to the rest of his body.

It's a strangely intimate process as you adjust each screw, plug each wire carefully into place, and watch as his chest rises and falls with each excited breath, his non-existent heart racing.

You twist the first receptor into the appropriate nerve port, and Freddy makes the smallest noise.

"Feeling alright?"

He breathes the softest "Yes," In response to your quiet murmur, his eyes glued on your hands and their elegant movements as you twisted each receptor into place, securing the faux organ to his body.

"Alright, I'm gonna start on activating the nerves." you shimmy upwards a little, and you come to rest right before his cock, and his hand that still holds it. His eyes trail up your body, releasing a shuddering breath in anticipation of your touch.

You take the wires into one hand, feeding them up into his chest, and connecting them to the main nerve center after opening the metal of his endoskeleton.

You connect them one by one, and as you slot them into each port, he groans -- but they sound strained, like he was trying to hold them back. Usually, you would worry that they were groans of pain, but this time, they were... wanting.

You hold his gaze as the last wire is firmly set in place.

The both of you are breathing heavily now, his hand still exactly where you had instructed him to put it, your thighs on either side of his legs, only a layer of your clothing separating you.

"I... I'm going to uh... run diagnostics now."

He, again, nods, his eyes not leaving yours for a moment.

You have a program on your laptop that would allow you to test new upgrades, and you connect the USB to one of his chest's ports.

You don't WANT to get off of his lap to hold the laptop and run diagnostics, but you have to, so you regrettably go to sit beside him on the bed, your hands on your keyboard as you type in the proper sequence to pull up the test panel, each new button calling to you.

You meet his eye again.

"You ready?"

"Yes," he breathes, watching you with wide, excited eyes, his fans whirring as he struggled to calm himself. "I am ready."

Oh, sweet goddamn jesus.

You type in a quick sequence of numbers, and press the enter key, running the first test, watching as the LEDS that were inside of his cock light up a soft blue against his hand, the light brightest at the head.

He breathes a sigh as his eyes flutter shut, and you watch a shudder rip through him as you enter the next sequence, the softest deep, rumbling moan gracing your ears as his cock stands at-attention.

You type faster, entering sequence after sequence, watching as it occasionally TWITCHES, arousal pooling in your lower stomach as you watch his face. "G-good?"

He moans in response when you press the enter key. You take a shaky breath before you look at his face again.

"Can I touch you?"

His eyes open, and his lidded gaze is glued to you as his still-open chest rises and falls.

"Please."

A shiver runs through you at his barely-concealed desperation, and you move closer again, straddling one of his thighs, your laptop laying on the bed as you type with one hand, the other wrapping around his shaft.

You watch his eyes as you stroke him, each moan tightening the knot in your stomach as you grind softly against his thigh, the friction from his leg and the fabric of your panties rubbing against your clit.

He was just- his cock is so thick that you can't even wrap your hand completely around the base and most of the shaft, but what you're able to do seems to be enough for him, because his one hand is twisted in the covers, and the other is on your waist, his fingers pressing into your side as he tried to cling without crushing you.

"Tell me how it feels," you pant, grinding your hips against the metal of his body, his eyes boring into yours as he tried to hold himself back from pinning you to the bed and finishing up the diagnostics test himself. "To be touched."

"Y/n," he moans, a gasp leaving him when you rub your thumb against the glowing tip as you paid special attention to the head. "I- I have never felt this way b-before," his stutter is not one of technical error, and is instead born out of his flustered state. "Please, do not stop."

You can't help but moan out from between gritted teeth, your hand off the keyboard and instead on his forearm as you grind down on him, growing hotter beneath your clothes as you watched him grow closer to orgasm.

He moans your name, his hand on your hip as he began to guide your hips as you rode his thigh. His hips buck against your hand as you pump him faster, the smooth material allowing your hand to glide easily – even though there was no natural lubricant. He had to be close, signaled by his ragged breaths and moans. You were, too – you both just needed a little more.

You release his arm as you make a noise of desperation, your hand moving over the keyboard again to use the arrow keys, bringing you to what you were searching for.

Only one last function to test.

You lock eyes with him as your finger hovers over the enter key.

"You're doing so well," you praise him, squeezing the head of his cock and watching as he clenches his jaw, his eyes almost rolling back into his head. Fuck, if he got this worked up over a handjob, how would he react to sex? The very thought sends a thrill through you. "We have to test the last receptor..."

He opens his mouth, probably to beg you to keep going, when your finger presses down on the key, and his orgasm rips through him.

And his dick fucking VIBRATES.

His eyes are squeezed shut as he moans for you, the vibrations beneath your palm fluctuating in intensity as he came, pressing you closer with his hand on his hip. The vibrations become so intense in the thrall of his orgasm that they can be felt where you grind against his leg, and you, caught up in his moans and how absolutely gorgeous he looks as he cums, also lose your composure and cum into your underwear, moaning his name as pleasure washes over you.

When the vibrations slowly die, and you're both sitting in the afterglow, you tremble as you catch your breath.

Uh. Uhm. You didn't. You didn't know that he could do that.

And by his now wide-eyed, shocked reaction, neither did he.

Without breaking eye contact, he reaches into his chest and very carefully disconnects himself from your computer, closing up his chest before he pulls you forward to kiss you, the soft, familiar zap sending another chill up your spine, sparking the feeling of another knot in your lower stomach.

Ding dong ding dong, ding ding ding dong~!*

An alarm goes off around his wrist, and he reluctantly breaks the kiss to release a heavy sigh.

"That... is my reminder to go and pick up Gregory."

Right... right, he's over at Ian's.

You release a shaky breath, kissing him one last time before you get up off of him and the bed, leaning on the edge of the mattress for support, because uh... your knees are a little weak.

"Okay, uh... I'll go pick him up in a few minutes," he props himself up, he looking over his cock as the LEDS began to fade, and an internal mechanism whirrs softly as it retracts into his body, hidden behind his pelvic plate as it closes. "That... was uh...-"

Your Fazwatch rings cheerily, and you pick it up off of the nightstand – Gregory was calling.

You left Freddy know that Gregory was calling before you breathe deeply just make sure you sounded calm when you answer the call.

"Hi, sweetheart!"

"Mom," you hear shushing and laughter on the other end of the line as you offer Freddy your hand while he sits up. "Can I sleep over at Ian's house?"

A quiet voice, Ian's, adds "on Friday" in the background.

"On Friday?"

Friday, huh?

That was only a couple of days away, and on top of Gregory getting to have fun with his friends for a night, it would give you and Freddy an opportunity to try out his newest upgrade.

Allllllll night long...

"Just you two?"

"No, Dexter and Ty are going to be there. It's an early birthday party thing." Ian's voice pops up in the background to excitedly tell you: "We're going to Disney World!!"

You laugh, and wish Ian an early happy birthday – you've known his family, the Jacksons, since Ian and Gregory were in kindergarten. They're a great family.

"Well, if it's alright with Ian's parents, it's alright with me."

There's a celebration on the other end of the line that they try to keep away from the Fazwatch to try and hide their excitement before Gregory's voice returns again.

"Thanks, mom!"

"Of course! Oh, uh, I'll be there in about 15 minutes to pick you up, so make sure you're ready to go, okay?"

"Okay!"

"Alright, I'm on my way. Love you!"

"I love you, too! Bye!"

"Bye!"

Gregory ends the call, and you set the Fazwatch back down on your nightstand, pulled quickly into Freddy's embrace again so he could nuzzle his face against your neck.

You wrap your arms around his neck and lean into him, sighing as you relax against him.

You can only stay with him in the afterglow for another moment or two, and leave behind promises of a Friday night to yourselves.

Chapter End Notes

Bed: interior reinforced steel frame

Bolted: to the floor

Dick: out

Friday Evening

Chapter Summary

Here's another light, fluffy chapter before we move further into the night!

"Okay, do you have you have everything? PJs, toothbrush, Fazwatch...?"

"Yup! All packed!"

"Gregory, if you need us at any point in the night, do not hesitate to call us."

Freddy moves down to Gregory's height as he stands in the entryway with his backpack, all ready for his sleepover.

Freddy's concern for him as he walked him hand-in-hand to the front door is adorable. This is gonna be his first night away from the kiddo, and he was- well, a little worried about him. It was only natural, you suppose. He only wants to protect him.

"I'll be fine, dad."

He sighs, but smiles as he does, giving Gregory one last hug and nuzzling the top of his head before he lets him go just in time for one of Ian's dads to arrive at the front door, which you answer.

"Hiya, Harry."

"Y/n! How are you?"

You smile as you help Gregory into a light jacket – it looked like it would storm at some point in the night, and into the morning.

"I'm good! How're you? How's Pidge?"

His daughter, lovingly nicknamed pigeon, or pidge for short.

"Oh, she's great! Not too excited to have all these boys in the house though," he jokes, the both of you laughing for a minute before you move to give Gregory a hug before he left.

"Okay, uh... you know the drill, sweetpea. No soda after 7:30, remember to brush your teeth, and call me when you get to Ian's house so I know you got there safely."

"I know, I know."

"Good."

You kiss his cheek before you hold his face in your hands.

"I love you to bits and pieces." One more kiss on his forehead, and then you let him go, and he moves past Harry after a quick 'hello' to join his friends that were sitting in the minivan parked in the driveway, excitedly talking over each other as soon as they saw him.

You and Harry say your goodbyes, and Freddy joins you to stand in the doorway as you watch Gregory's friends welcome him into the minivan. Before he gets inside, however, he turns one last time to beam back at you and Freddy, waving.

"Bye mom! Bye, dad!"

"Goodnight, Sweetheart!"

You wave back.

"We love you!"

Freddy waves back, too, and Gregory climbs into the car, buckles himself in, and then the minivan door slides shut, and the vehicle moves down the driveway before it makes a turn, cruising down the street and out of sight.

You both move back into the house, where you wrap your arms around one of his.

"He'll be okay, honey."

"I know. I am sure he will have a very fun night!"

He smiles down at you, and you lean up on your tip-toes to kiss him sweetly for a moment, looking forward to a fun night of your very own.

To Love an Animatronic

So after Gregory checks in with you, and you both wish him goodnight, you are now in the clear to do... well, whatever you want.

Nerves begin to make your stomach their home, and you have a few things to take care of before... you head to bed. You leave Freddy in the living room to retreat to the bathroom connected to your shared bedroom to get ready.

GOD, you wish you had nicer underwear – or maybe candles or something to elevate the mood and make things extra romantic. You try and do- something- with your hair as you look at yourself in the bathroom mirror, going through a little mental checklist.

Okay, you showered, you shaved, even though you were sure he didn't care whether you shaved or not, you were brushing your teeth right now...

You take a deep breath, heart hammering in your chest.

Maybe you could strip down now, and go to him wearing nothing but his hoodie...

But it was so big that it would probably go all the way down to your ankles. You would look like you were wearing a wizard's robe, and while wizards are generally a pretty sexy concept, now wasn't the time for all of that.

You decide that you looked nice, and with your hair corrected to your liking, you exit the bathroom.

Well- it looked like Freddy had the same thought about trying to make things extra romantic.

When you open the bathroom door, you find that he had made the bed with the most comfortable blankets and sheets you owned, and there was a single red rose resting on one of the pillows as he fluffed the other, the creak of the door opening catching his attention.

He straightens immediately, looking at you as if you were one of heaven's angels sent to earth, seeming to remember the rose with a soft 'oh!' before he carefully picks it up, and walks to you, where you meet him to stand at the foot of the bed.

He offers you the rose, a nervous, sweet smile on his face.

"I... wanted to bring you something. As a gift! To... show my affection."

You take the rose with a gentle hand, its faint, sweet aroma between you as you look up at him.

He had even set a little glass of water on your nightstand for it.

God, you're gonna fuck him so goddamn hard.

You pull him down to your level by his bowtie and kiss him, his arms soon moving to wrap around you to pull you close, returning the kiss.

Your empty hand moves to rest on his forearm as you walk backwards, guiding him to the side of the bed, where you set the rose into its glass, and use your now-empty hands to run them over his chest as he moved to kiss down your neck, the familiar zap sending chills through your body.

His hands move to your lower back and your hip as he guides you to sit back on the bed, breaking the kiss to look at you in the low light of the bedroom as your hands fiddled with the hem of your shirt, forcing yourself to look him in the eye.

You pull the T-shirt up and over your head to reveal the best bra you have, the soft blue catching his eye immediately, his fans whirring softly as his eyes rake over your chest.

He removes his hat and sets it aside as you move back on the bed, urging him to follow. He kneels on the bed before you, one hand supporting him where he was overtop of you, the other's fingers tracing delicate patterns up your side, your ribs, and finally, your chest, taking his time as he touches you.

His mouth finds your neck again, where his electric kisses send jolts of arousal through your body as he works his way down to your shoulder, nudging the bra strap out of his way as his hand finally- FINALLY moves to squeeze your breast through the bra's cup.

You make a soft noise as his fangs just barely graze against your skin, his own groan rumbling throughout your body.

With a shaky hand, you reach behind yourself and undo your bra, letting it fall away from you. Freddy's ears perk up as soon as he feels the garment come loose, and leaves one last kiss behind before he raises his head to look down between you both.

His mouth is slightly agape as he takes in the sight of you half-nude beneath him, and he wastes no time lowering his face to your chest, taking one of your breasts carefully between his teeth and biting softly, coaxing a moan from you.

He drags your nipple carefully between his teeth, your body burning hot in contrast to his cool metal exterior, prompting goosebumps to rise on your flesh wherever you touch.

You grind your hips against him as he drags his teeth lower, leaving a trail of electric kisses down your stomach as his hands move over your hips, his claws against your skin as he hooks his thumbs over the waistband of the bottoms you had been wearing.

"You are so beautiful..."

You shiver as you let him take your bottoms off, and they were quickly discarded so he could hold you in a single hand and move you up the bed effortlessly as he loomed over top of you, looking at you with lidded eyes before returning to biting your neck, desperate to hear you moan for him again.

Your heart hammers as he bites down softly, able to fit nearly your entire throat between his teeth. And knowing that he could crush you at any moment if he wanted to makes you so goddamn wet.

You grind your hips against him, your legs wrapped around his waist as he grinds back, his own deep groan gracing your ears.

One of his hands is on your lower back, and he's able to arch you with a single hand, pressing you flush to him as you ground against each other. As he bites you.

Your panties are almost uncomfortably wet, and when you stutter his name to ask him to take them off, he moans against your skin.

He immediately complies with your request, pulling you up with him, as he sits back up, the display of raw strength forcing the knot in your stomach to tighten. He supports you with one hand as his other drags your panties down your thighs, a string of arousal connecting you to them. He lays you down gently, his breathing heavy, despite the fact that he didn't need to breathe at all, eyes glued to your pink, glistening sex.

You lean up, kissing along the lightning bolt on his chest while your hand finds his, guiding it between your legs, prompting him to touch you.

His body shudders when his finger comes into contact with your folds, and he retracts his claw to avoid the risk of hurting you.

He swipes wetness from your dripping hole to spread it across your clit, the usually-cold metal of his fingertip warmed from your body heat as he moved in circles, a sly smile on his face as he watches you breathe a trembling moan.

He's very clearly done his research with his newly-acquired internet access.

The longer he rubs you, the less you're able to focus on anything but grinding against his teasing hand, your own hand moving down the smooth metal of his chest to his hip, pressing your palm to his pelvic plate.

He presses into your touch, his hand faltering for a moment as his finger moved from your clit to just barely-BARELY press into your opening.

"Freddy, please, just...-"

"I... I do not want to hurt you."

"If you get too rough, I'll tell you," You pant, pulling yourself together enough to look up at him with your cheeks hot, pupils blown wide. "I promise."

Your promise doesn't only convince him, it seems – because you can feel his internal mechanisms shifting as his pelvic plate moved to release his cock, falling warm and heavy in your palm.

He just barely begins to press his finger into you, which was about the width of almost three human fingers and twice as long, as you begin to stroke him, the heat in your core soon becoming unbearable as he begins to pump his finger in and out of you.

You rock your hips down on his finger and force it deeper inside you with the next motion of his wrist, and you cry out, squeezing his cock in your hand.

He moans your name, hips rutting against your hand as his own motions got slightly rougher inside of you, bringing you so, so close to the edge when his finger just barely grazes your g-spot.

"Fuck," you moan, rolling your hips as you picked up your motions where you pumped him, your own wetness dripping down his finger and your thighs, pooling on the sheets beneath you. "I can't- Freddy, I need more-!"

You gasp as he suddenly withdraws his finger from you, and his hands leave you for a moment before one moves to grip your hip and hold your leg up with his thumb, his other hand moving to hold his now-hard member, the head glowing a bright blue as he looked down at you, shaking in anticipation as you looked up at him from your position on the bed.

Your heart was pounding, just as it had the first time you had met him. Only now, your heart races for a far, far different reason.

Your sex throbs as you watch him carefully press the head to you, where he hesitates for only a moment, his eyes flicking up to yours as he waits for your approval.

You nod, a furious blush hot on your cheeks as he finally began to sink slowly into you.

Fuck, he's big. The stretch is amazing as he presses into you, his eyes screwing shut as he struggled to keep his composure, his jaw clenched as your body struggled to take him completely, your moans and whimpers eating away at his resolve, awakening something... new in him.

The already-tight band inside of you was already close to snapping, your orgasm just barely out of reach as the burn of stretching around his cock begins to fade, and you adjust to him as he sinks most of the way into you.

"Th-that is it, starlet. Good job, just... take it just like that. Good- ah-, good girl-" his praise comes in pants as he struggled to form words, and he shifts as he moves to hover over you again, one of his hand on the headboard, the other caressing you – your side, your breast – as he kissed your cheek sweetly, nuzzling the side of your head with his mouth as he groaned, his cock twitching inside of you.

You're not sure if it's an accident or instincts that take over, but when he draws his hips backwards and feels how your inner walls clamp down and squeeze around him – warm and wet and perfect – you watch something in him momentarily snap.

The beautiful moan that leaves him almost falls on deaf ears as his hand holds you firmly in place, his hips pulling his cock almost completely out of you before ramming back in at full force, the sudden action forcing a loud moan from you as you were so suddenly filled.

"Y/n- o-oh, stars-!"

He moans above you as he sets his pace, leaving you clinging to the sheets for dear life as he began to ravage you, joining you as you cried out, trying to roll your hips in harmony with his own as you rapidly approached your orgasm, even though his pace seemed impossible to match.

His hand moves from keeping you in place to cup your face and tangle his fingers in your hair as he dipped down to kiss you, allowing you the time to wrap your arms around his neck.

When you arch into him, the head of his cock rubs against your g-spot just right as he began to practically pound into you, and the intensity combined with his deep, velvet moans send you toppling over the edge, and you cum around him, breaking the kiss to moan out his name as you clung to him desperately.

He watches you come undone and can FEEL it around him – can feel YOU wrapped around him, spasming and so, so good.

He grips the headboard tightly, moving up the bed slightly as he fucked you harder, his entire length now pumping in an out of you with lewd, wet sounds filling the room, surrounding your moans. Surrounding his.

You're burning from the inside out, your body twitching as a second orgasm had begun to build already, a sound of surprise falling from you when his gentle caress melts away and his hand moves down your body, moving underneath you and forcing your back to arch, your legs wrapping around his waist as he ruts desperately against you.

Then he growls above you.

Tears pinprick your eyes as his cock penetrated you over and over again, the intense stretch and its accompanying pain melting into nothing but pure pleasure as he practically split you in two.

His hand that has moved to hold your lower back up in an arch holds you at the perfect position to allow the head of his dick to graze by your g-spot with every thrust, your moans becoming screams, your hands clinging to whatever you could reach as you come undone again.

He fucks you through your orgasm, his grunts and growls above you only fueling the lustful dumpster fire in your brain as your eyes roll back into your head, overstimulation building in your gut.

You twitch and squirm beneath him, struggling to catch your breath as he just kept going, using his grip on you to move your body up and down as he got closer to his end.

He fills you with another thrust, and a second, a third, a forth-!

"I love you-!"

His half-growl, half-moan catches you completely off-guard as he fucked you into the mattress, sudden powerful vibrations against your g-spot as he milked his orgasm for all it was worth.

You're completely incomprehensible as you cry out what could be his name and pleas for him to keep going as you cum for a third time, a fire in your gut, your inner walls twitching and convulsing, your hard nipples moving against the smooth metal of his chest as he pressed you close, his cock buried to the hilt inside you.

The vibrations die down in waves before they stop completely, his fans working overtime as you gasped for air beneath him, a hot, drooling mess.

Fuck- fuck, he- you had no idea he could be so rough. But oh, you liked it.

The both of you lay entwined as you cling to him, and he holds you close while your heart tries to calm in your chest.

He must come to the realization that he had lost himself and gotten carried away in the heat of the moment, and he very carefully sets you down on the bed.

He calls your name softly, and you lazily open your eyes as you lay limp to look up at him.

His ears are pinned back slightly as he looks over you worriedly, carefully pulling out of you as his hand worriedly brushes a lock of hair away from your face.

"I apologize, I- I do not know what came over me! Are you okay?"

There's your sweet Freddy bear.

You're unable to speak at the moment, the haze of the aftermath of several intense orgasms leaving a sort of fog over your brain. You do, however, manage a shaky thumbs up to try and convince him that you were fine.

But because he's... y'know, him, he still worries anyway, kissing your forehead softly while his hand traced carefully over your still-trembling body.

You swallow drily, and he hands you a bottle of water from beside your bedside table, moving your hair out of your way as you sit up and take a drink.

"I-" you set the water bottle aside, looking up at his wide, caring eyes as he carefully ran his thumb over the faint marks his teeth had left on your neck. "I love you, too."

His ears perk up, and he looks at you in amazement as he lets it sink in that you- you...!

He pulls you gently into his arms, kissing you as your arms wrapped around him to press your chest to his again.

You moan softly against his mouth, slowly leaning back and pulling him with you, his hand returning to press against the mattress to support him as his cock drags over your thigh, beginning to glow softly again.

It's your turn to kiss down his jaw, his low moan beside your ear reawakening twinges of arousal in your lower stomach.

"Y/n, you should rest," he sighs, leaning into your touch when your hands trail down his body again. "Your body needs a moment to recover."

His free hand moves to caress your breast again, squeezing softly as he let you run your hands over him.

He's right. After that, you probably do need a moment to recover. Especially because you uh... your legs were trembling and very uncooperative at the moment.

You kiss his chest before laying back on the pillows beneath him, looking up to find him watching you with the softest, tender gaze.

Your heart flutters as you pull him back to you, where he presses his face to the marks on your neck that were sure to become bruises by morning.

You lay like this together until Freddy is sure that you won't exhaust yourself during round two, exchanging soft kisses and touches – until you grind your hips against him and the both of you are ready to go again.

And this continues well into the night, a thunderstorm raging overhead as he made love to you practically all night long.

The Intimacy of the Morning After

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

You wake in the morning with Freddy's arms wrapped around you, still in rest mode where he lays half beside, and half below you.

God, you're sore. Everywhere. There's a dull ache in your lower stomach as you shift in bed beside him, but it's... well, it's a good ache.

You plant a soft kiss to the lightning bolt on his chest, and that seems to wake him out of sleep mode.

He hums happily as you stretch, groaning as you relax against him, the cool metal of his body soothing your soreness.

"Good morning," he greets you quietly, nuzzling your hair as he held you close, the morning sun just barely beginning to shine through the curtains.

"G'morning," you yawn, snuggling into him before you make any moves to get out of bed, far too comfortable to get up quite yet.

"I hope I was not too rough on you, my star..." He pulls you impossibly closer, his hands ghosting over the bruises that were scattered oh so lovingly over your thighs.

You laugh quietly as you slowly roll off of him, and he sits up in bed, the sunlight gleaming on his chest.

"Oh, no way. Last night was..." you sit up, too, snuggling up against his arm, which he wraps around you as you smile. "Amazing."

His warm chuckle is accompanied by his face nuzzling the top of your head before he moves to get out of bed, probably noticing the chill in the early morning air and the goosebumps it leaves on your still-naked body. After a quick charge, he moves to the closet, grabbing the large, light gray hoodie he so-often wears, offering it to you with a soft smile on his face.

You take it, sitting up and urging him to lean down so you could kiss him softly before he leaves you to make his way to the kitchen.

You pull on his hoodie, (which does go down almost to your ankles, just as you suspected) and try to go about your morning routine as you walk around on shaky legs.

His grip on your body had left behind several bruises along your upper and inner thighs and hips, your gut was sore after being so full almost all night long, and the amount of hickeys and bite marks left behind on your neck and shoulders make your heart flutter.

Thankfully, because of the cool metal of Freddy's body, the bruises weren't that bad, and your soreness would... it would probably fade as the day progressed.

Once you've gotten your morning to-do out of the way, you pull on a pair of underwear and flop back onto the bed, flat on your back when Freddy walks into the bedroom again.

"So..." you begin, "My legs don't want to cooperate."

You laugh, but Freddy doesn't seem to see the humor in the situation, because he immediately frets over you, asking endless questions about where you were sore as he very carefully ran his hands over you.

Though you insisted you were fine (and very, VERY much enjoyed his enthusiasm last night) he carefully picks you up bridal style and carries you through the house anyway.

You rest your head against his shoulder, warm and comfortable in his hoodie as he takes you to the couch in the living room, where he sits with you on his lap.

He had even taken the time to make you a cup of coffee, just the way you like it, and it was sitting on the coffee table as he settles back onto the couch.

You sit comfortably in his lap as he hands you your mug, which warms your hands through the oversized sleeves, and you thank him with a kiss before you take a sip.

The morning sunlight shines through the living room's windows, filtering through the distant trees, the morning dew sparkling over the blooming flowers on the edge of the wood at the very edge of the property.

He insists on treating your bruises as soon as possible, placing his cool hand on your thigh as the two of you talk quietly, enjoying your moment of peace together.

You're warmed from the inside out by the coffee he's made you as you sit wrapped up in his hoodie, his strong arms holding you close as you planned out your day together.

You sit together.

You drink your coffee.

The sun rises, and all is well.

Chapter End Notes

Freddy: Oh no, my poor wonderful, beautiful, sweet human gf... I did not mean to hurt you :(

Reader, ready to get dicked down so hard their spine explodes: CHOKE ME LIKE YOU HATE ME WHEN YOU LOVE ME LOWKEY WANNA DATE ME WHEN YOU FUCK ME-

Diane

"I'm Bob Richards,"

"I'm Sandra Green,"

"And this is the six o' clock news."

"Our top story tonight is a shocking development in the case of the Andersons – the criminal couple who gripped the nation's attention with their outrageous crimes.

Our story begins in early January of last year when John Anderson, once thought to be a successful businessman with a loving wife and son, had begun embezzling funds from his company in order to fund his secret double-life. It had started with a single mistress, but things quickly turned into sports cars, luxury clothes, and weekends with multiple women before spiraling completely out of control.

Once Mr. Anderson caught wind of the FBI's investigation of the missing funds, he and his wife Diane cooked up a sinister scheme.

The couple decided to steal almost two million in funds, then agreed that they no longer wanted their only child, and abandoned their ten-year old son before fleeing the country.

They were finally arrested this weekend in Florence, Italy, after hiding from and successfully evading the authorities for seven months.

The arresting officer was able to give comment, and told us, quote: 'The Andersons will be facing multiple charges, including embezzlement, child abuse, endangering a minor, and child abandonment... I'll personally see to it that they stand trial a few years down the road.'

Mr. And Mrs. Anderson are currently being held in separate correctional facilities in their home state of Utah, where they will remain until their trial date.

But even this story has a silver lining – Mr. And Mrs. Anderson's son, who we will not name for the sake of privacy, has been adopted by the woman who had worked as his nanny since his infancy, and has been able to lead a happy, normal childhood, despite his biological parents' wrongdoings."

"Oh, now that's what I love to hear, Sandra. Isn't that just great?"

"Right you are, Bob."

"And we'll continue to cover this story as it develops in the future, so be sure to tune in to the six o'clock news, live every Sunday, for the latest updates. Now to Conner with the weather."

The women's correctional facility isn't exactly how you pictured it. You had pictured a place straight out of those ghost-hunting shows, with rusted bars and grimy, dirty floors, but the reality was much cleaner, and far more organized. It was far too nice a place for someone like Diane.

The guard who lets you into the visitation room nods to you with a friendly smile, and you sit down in the black plastic chair, staring through the plexiglass that separates you and Diane as she is led into the room on the other side, taking a seat, and picking up the phone.

You hold the phone without breaking eye contact.

It seems that prison life wasn't treating her very well. Her face had more lines now than you'd ever seen on her – but that wasn't saying much, considering the fact that you can't recall seeing her without a pound of makeup before now.

Her hair has also lost any of its shine, and her once-manicured nails are chipped and uneven.

She gives you a smile, like this was in any capacity a normal reunion, acting like everything was fine as she greeted you.

"... Hello, Y/n."

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

You can't mask your utter disgust -- had planned on coming in here and being graceful and poised, but very quickly said 'fuck it' the moment you saw her.

She looks a little taken aback, still trying to smile her way out of you being beyond enraged with her.

"Y/n, I can explain. Can't you just let me tell my side of the story?"

"Your side of the story? Are you actually fucking kidding me? You tried to set me up, and you want me to listen to anything you have to say?!"

"Y/n, listen to-"

"No, you listen to me! Do you honestly think I'm THAT stupid? Or do you think that the cops haven't already come to me to explain your evil little plan?"

She says nothing, holding eye contact as she sat up straight, like she had any sort of dignity left to uphold.

"Everyone knows why you didn't call the police when Gregory went missing that day. You planned everything -- from making Gregory run away to cleaning out the house. You processed the paperwork to leave him in my care so when he went missing you could blame ME for not reporting him as a missing child. Even though I didn't know shit until I got home. Then once the responsibility of taking care of him was on MY shoulders, and I was the one charged with child neglect, you could just disappear."

You're practically spitting your words at her as you glare. Again, she says nothing.

"It was a stupid half-baked plan that blew back up in your face, huh? Kind of like having a baby to try and save a failure of a marriage."

She sniffles as she conjures forth crocodile tears – or at least tries to. She hides her face with one hand while she tries to sound like she's actually crying.

"You don't understand what It's like!" You roll your eyes as you listen to her fake crying over the phone. "I didn't know what else to do!"

"You didn't know what else to do?! Here's a thought: maybe don't hit a little boy, LIE to him, and then make him run away so you could blame me for his disappearance! God- I should have known you were a pathetic, evil scumbag the moment you hired me."

"What are you talking about?? We took you in!"

"You took advantage of me! I was a CHILD. I had nobody, and you saw an opportunity for dirt-cheap childcare!"

She is, again, speechless as she drops her crying act, looking at you with her own glare.

She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes as she exhales, trying to collect herself as she looks back to you, shaking her head slightly.

"...did you ever find him?"

"Don't do that." You snap. "Don't act like you care now, all of the sudden. Of course I found him. That same night, I went out, and I found him, and I made a promise to Gregory that I would keep him safe from you."

She looks horribly offended, gripping the phone with white knuckles.

"Safe from me?? Y/n, I- I'm his mother! We're a family!"

"No, you're not." you hiss into the phone as you glare daggers at her, wishing you could have flown over the table and grabbed her by the hair before the conversation had even begun. "You may have given birth to him, but you will NEVER be his mother. He is MY son. Do you understand that? He is MY baby."

Desperation begins to seep through the cracks in her collected façade.

"You can't do this to me! You have NO RIGHT to take him away!"

"I don't have to. You gave him up when you were trying to get me sent to jail, remember?"

You can hear her heavy breathing over the phone, and see her 'i'm so perfect' mask slipping the longer you sit across from her.

"What... do you... want from me?"

Her voice is low and shaking with anger, even though she has no right to it.

"Do you want an apology? Hmm? Well, I'm sorry, Y/n! I'm sorry, Gregory! I'm soooooo sorry I couldn't be perfect!"

"Nobody needed you to be perfect, Diane. All that little boy needed was for you to stop being a self-centered, pathetic piece of shit. And you couldn't even manage that. Now he doesn't need anything from you."

You watch her like a hawk as you sit in the chair, her stunned, horrified face fueling your raging fire.

"This is the last time you'll see me. And you can bet your ass you'll never see my son again." You lean forward toward the plexiglass, tapping the little counter in front of you as you refuse to break eye contact with her. "I just wanted to tell you, face to face, that you're fucking lucky."

"Lucky?" She laughs bitterly, shaking her head as she leans slightly away from the glass between you. "I lost everything! How the hell can you call this lucky?!"

"You're lucky that the cops found you before I did. Because I can promise you that if I had been the one to get my hands on you, I would have beaten you to within an inch of your life, and I would have left you in the gutter where you belong." You sit back up again, eyes cutting into her. "You're a selfish bitch, Diane. And I'm done with you."

Her mouth is agape as she watches you pull the phone away from your ear and hang up, rising out of the chair and calling to the guard to escort you out, not looking back even as she shouts at you, her words muffled and indecipherable on the other side of the plexiglass.

The officer lets you out, and with your business concluded, you walk out of the prison, ready to get back home to your family.

You get in your car and drive far away from the correctional facility, your hands wiped clean of Diane forever, a weight lifted off of your shoulders.

She's going away for a long, long time.

And she can no longer hurt you -- or your son -- in a way that matters.

True Ending

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Over a year has passed since that night at the Pizzaplex.

You and Freddy had continued to fall in love with one another, and had happily worked together on renovating your home, which was now completely repaired. You and Freddy are also now working on a treehouse for Gregory on the edge of the woods as your next family project.

Gregory had been doing so well since he had been officially adopted by you and Freddy, bringing over his friends in the summer and occasionally after school, as happy as can be. He was even following in Freddy's footsteps, taking an interest in cooking! Or, more specifically, baking.

And because back in your first fall together Freddy knew Gregory would be starting school and he would be away for most of the day, he had surprised you with the news of his new job: a music teacher at one of the local schools! Androids teaching isn't completely unheard of nowadays, but it was pretty unheard of in schools that weren't exclusively for the filthy rich. So Gregory's school had jumped at the opportunity to have Freddy teaching.

It was the cutest thing, if you were completely honest. He had button up shirts and those teacher slacks, and even had a different colored bow tie for each day of the week. And oh, he loves it. He loves getting to share his passion for music with the kids, and he loves walking Gregory to his classes in the morning.

Though it isn't all roses and sunshine. Not everyone thinks of your relationship with Freddy as real, and you do get... stares. You're aware that some people talk. You try not to let it bother you, though. As long as Freddy and Gregory were happy, so were you.

You had also gotten your GED, and because of your knowledge of robotics and advanced technology, you had landed a scholarship, and were able to pursue a college degree in computer engineering as you worked your way up in the restaurant business. You had moved on from Pancake Hut, and now managed one of the few fancy restaurants in town.

John and Diane had also taken plea deals instead of going to trial. They had each received 25 years in prison, with little chance of parole. Neither one has attempted to make any contact with Gregory.

That brings us to today.

You walk up to the front porch from the mailbox, carrying the mail inside before you met up with Freddy and Gregory.

You close the door, move past the coat-rack, and walk down the main walkway that leads to the living room, walking past the framed pictures all along the wall.

There are several of Gregory's baby pictures, one of Gregory with his soccer team, and a family photograph that you, he, and Freddy had all taken together on the day of his official adoption.

You sift through the mail as you walk into the kitchen, passing by Freddy's '#1 Dad' apron hanging up beside the pantry, right next to the oven mitts.

Okay, let's see here... a letter from Gregory's penpal, an ad for car insurance, a Better Homes & Garden magazine, a-...

You set the rest of the mail aside, holding the mostly-purple, 80s themed postcard from the Pizzaplex. There, on the opposite side of it, written in the same messy scrawl you had seen on all of those papers beneath the Pizzaplex, was a short message.

'I always come back.'

Vanessa.

She must have survived the fire. And-… the worst case scenario is that William Afton somehow survived, too.

Even if he really had died, she would be carrying on in his place, just like you were carrying on in your own grandfather's.

You throw the postcard in the trash.

If she wants a battle, you'll give her just that – and you'll put a true end to her and the rest of the Aftons for good. But you refuse to let her terrify you. If she was going to come, let her come.

You'll be ready.

You leave the rest of the mail alone, not wanting to leave Freddy and Gregory waiting any longer.

You turn to the backdoor, walking outside and stepping into the grass, the golden sunlight shining down along the pathway that you follow.

You walk along the path and by the freshly planted tulip bulbs at its side, past the thinner treeline, and to the edge of the hill, where there was a gorgeous view of the sunset.

Freddy sits with Gregory on the hill, in the grass and the wildflowers, where they're debating whether or not Gregory could catch a squirrel with a net and an acorn on a string. Freddy thinks that he could, but urges him to leave the wildlife alone. They discuss making them a squirrel feeder instead.

They hear you coming, and you wave excitedly before taking a seat beside Gregory. Freddy sits on his opposite side, watching you with his ears perked up.

Tonight, there was supposed to be a meteor shower, and you were all staying up late to watch it together. You're just happy that you haven't missed the sunset.

"It's a beautiful sunset," you comment, leaning back on your arms with your hands flat in the grass as you looked out over the orange, pink, and yellow clouds.

"It is."

Freddy places his hand gently overtop of yours, and you look up at him to find his softly-glowing eyes looking at you lovingly.

"But you are far more beautiful."

You laugh quietly and lean forward to kiss him, sharing a soft zap as Gregory groaned at the display of affection.

"Guuuuys!"

"Sorry, sorry!" you laugh again as Freddy nuzzles your cheek softly before allowing you to lean your head on his shoulder, feeling warm and fuzzy in the late evening air, watching the sun and waiting for it to go down.

You and Freddy sit together with Gregory between you, completely at peace.

It's been so long since you've had a real home. A real family.

And now, because of Freddy and Gregory, you've found that love again.

You sit with your family on the hill by your home, excited to see the stars when they come out, holding Freddy's hand as you listened to your son talk happily about his favorite constellations.

Freddy tells you quietly that he loves you. And you whisper that you love him, too

And the three of you live happily in your home that you built together.

The end.

Chapter End Notes

Me, two weeks ago: "Haha I think i'll write a thing to fill in the blanks of what happened after Gregory and Freddy escaped the Pizzaplex and make it a fun reader-insert thing :) "

Me now, sitting in a burning puddle of emotions: "WHAT JUST HAPPENED"

But seriously though. Thank you guys for reading this all the way through to the end. I really had a blast writing this, and I loved getting to read the comments you guys left as things progressed.

Even though this little story is over, I'm not quite done with writing Freddy/Reader content. I have a few more oneshots up my sleeve that will tie into this fic and be little spin-offs of sorts. So those might pop up soon.

Thank you again for reading, and I hope you enjoyed. :)

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