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snippychicke · 11 months ago

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AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT

(I applaud you if you get the refrence.)

Anyways, here. Have some Fnaf Fic.

Feels so Bright

Chapter One & Two

Rating: Teen for now

Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy's: Security Breech

Warnings: None really. Not kosher to any real endings of the game, and def. Not ruin.

Summary: After the infamous night of a ten year old child being stuck in the Pizzaplex overnight and causing untold chaos to the place in less than six hours; Vanessa understandably needed a few days off, and you were happy to fill in (not that you were given a choice really.) Except the main technician for the Glam Rocks had been fired (or disappeared, depending on who you asked) and so you were also assigned to their restoration as well as maintenance and upkeep of the staff bots.

As if that assignment isn’t large enough, Freddy tells you his version of the Incident, which makes things even more complicated as you start piecing puzzle pieces together. The bear animatronic, after seeing all his friends be warped by a virus and taken down by a child he cares for, becomes rather protective of you. Especially as things… develop.

These feelings are just because you’re both lonely, right? Once things go back to normal, surely they’ll fade away.

Vanessa had needed a few days off, which was completely understandable after the stories you heard. Granted, the events that had precluded that mini vacation had been far less believable. You couldn’t really differentiate what was rumor and what was fact from the emails-- both professional and not-- but three things that affected your job the most seemed to be in agreement.

One: Vanessa was on medical leave for at least a week. Whether or not it was because of ‘demonic possession’ or a ‘mental health crisis’ or something else was unclear, and frankly none of your business anyways.

Two: Billy, the head mechanic of Parts and Services, was gone. Some cited corporate espionage, others stated he was part of the demonic cult or whatever that had affected Vanessa and disappeared under unusual circumstances. Again, why Billy was gone was none of your concern.

Three: Three of the remaining for Glam Rock animatronics were in various states of ‘disrepair’ (ie: little more than scraps of metal.) Whether or not this really was due to a ten year old boy or not was not your problem.

“What the fuck,” you swore as you looked at three animatronics that had been more or less destroyed, racking your brain on where to start because that was your problem. With two more of the very few remaining human staff suddenly gone, you had suddenly found yourself with a lot more responsibility. As if being the technician of the western arcade and all Staff Bots hadn’t been enough -- with two of your five day schedule being flipped to night shift so Vanessa could have a few days off. You were now scheduled to the nightshift until further notice, and also put in charge of getting Chica, Roxy, and Monty back into working order.

“Foul language is not permitted in the Fazbear complex,” Freddy Fazbear himself scolded you as he entered the main area of Parts and service-- answering the call you had put out to him via your fazwatch earlier. Apparently he hadn’t gone unscathed by the ten-year-old either. You tilted your head, confused by his usual baritone voice more… staticky than usual before remembering that he had Chica's voice box that was decidedly not calibrated to run his usual vocal settings.

“Sorry Freddy,” you sighed, rubbing your face as you looked over at him. Besides Chica's voice box, he also had Roxy's bright yellow optics, and Monty's alligator-like hands-- all because a ten year old decided to play Dr. Frankenstein with the animatronic bear. Then besides the ‘upgrades’ given to him, he was looking rough around the edges with dirt, oil, and even a few dents marring his body. “It's just… this is a lot to take in, ya know?”

Despite the intense glowing eyes, there was still a hint of his usual tenderness as he gazed at his friends--his brethren. “Indeed. It is a very… complicated situation that I'm still rather perplexed by.”

Poor dude. You sighed as you booted up the old computer adjacent to the Protective Cylinder. You were acquainted with their sentience, and was delighted by it. Especially after working with the staff bots. You could see a spark in a few of the Staff Bots, but they were still leagues behind the main four.

But to go from ‘waking up’ and gaining sentience, realizing their place in the world to this… well, had to be traumatic to say the least.

“Same, my friend, same. But for right now, how about we get you fixed up and back to yourself?”

You could see his shoulders relax as his stolen --borrowed, you reminded yourself; Roxy would have them back soon enough-- eyes shifted their gaze to you. “I would very much appreciate it. My programming doesn't like using this equipment. And I--”

He trailed off, gaze becoming distant as his hands clasped each other. Or tried to-- Monty's claws didn't adjust right for Freddy's soft little quirks. He seemed to realize it at the same time, looking down at his hands almost forlornly. “I'm not particularly fond of the idea of having my friends' parts installed.”

“I bet not,” you sighed as you led him into the protective cylinder. Already the parts the aspiring Doctor Frankenstein had removed were waiting--all of them thankfully in one piece and unharmed. Freddy automatically sat on the chair, relaxing as if this was just a routine check, while you sat on the rolling stool brought from your own office.

“Well start with your hands and work our way upward, okay?” you said for his benefit as well as your own. You had worked with Freddy once since starting, and at that time he had not been himself.

So working on the superstar when he was with it and aware was just slightly daunting.

“Sounds like a wonderful plan,” he said, tilting his head to give you one of those signature smiles that was probably meant to reassure you. Instead, it just reminded you what was at stake.

Granted, replacing these parts would be easier than when you had to get that damn virus out of his system.

You rolled over to his side and took one of his hands in your lap, deftly undoing the locks and latches. Most of the parts for the Glam Rocks were ‘plug and play’ which made things easy. But while the basic calibrations the computer wanted was child's play --literally proven now-- actually doing the indepth work was a bit more complicated.

“... Do you believe you will be able to help them?” Freddy asked while you fine-tuned his arm back into working state which involved having your work pad (proprietarily named a fazpad because everything had to have the word Faz in it) linked to the wires within to adjust the multitude of sensors.

You looked up from your fazpad to him, then to the other Glam Rocks on the other side of the plexiglass. It still felt like a stab in the heart to see the three like that, when just two days ago you had enjoyed one of the performances while on your lunch break. They had shone in every sense of the word in the spotlight, their music catchy despite being toned down for the kids.

“I'm going to do my best,” you finally answered. You wanted to say yes, to reassure the worried look in his eyes…but you didn't want to lie either. This was well beyond your usual tasks, and the only man who knew the four inside and out disappeared. And the three Glam Rocks were heavily damaged.

Even if you did fix their bodies, and managed to repair the software… would they still be themselves? Or was that ‘spark’ of life gone from them?

Despite the pain in his expression, Freddy gave a soft smile as he met your gaze. “That's all I ask for, superstar.”

You smiled back with a self-conscious burn to your cheeks. “Not used to the positive reinforcement Fredbear,” you quipped as you turned back to your work. “You're going to give me a complex if you keep that up.”

“A person needs plenty of positive reinforcement to let them know they are valued and accepted as they are.”

“Are you pulling that from your protocol or something?” You snorted as you closed up the paneling to his arm. “There, how's that feel?”

Freddy opened and closed his hand a few times, twisting his wrist and even briefly flaring the built-in lighter at the end of his index finger. “Much better. As for your previous question, yes I was.”

Your bark of a laugh echoed in the cylinder as you rolled around to his other side to repeat the process. “Well, my positive reinforcement is usually Maps recognizing me and not offering a map, and good ol’ 86 managing to say a joke right.”

86 was, of course, the Comedy Bot. You could remember the majority of their designations, but had long given up thinking others would. Thankfully, being an animatronic, Freddy had no problem searching the database to know which one you were referring to. “I had noticed their comedy routine was improving.”

“Mmm,” you hummed doubtfully. The bot was… not good at jokes, or anything comedic in nature for that matter. But you appreciated Freddy's… optimism. “Granted, it would be hard for it to get worse at this point. I'm having difficulty with getting them to change the candance in their voice, and it's getting to the point that I'm starting to think they just don't want to. 86 quite liked their assignment before, and being stuck on a stage isn't something they enjoy. I've thought about seeing if any of the others would like a crack at it instead…”

You were lost in your thoughts, body on autopilot as it switched out Freddy's arms. The staff bots were your pride and joy--even if no one else appreciated them. No one else could see that their own AI was slowly learning and improving, mainly because it was overshadowed by the other animatronics.

But you could see it, and it caused maternal pride to see them discover things outside their coding.

“They all seem to appreciate the care you show them,” Freddy spoke, jolting you out of your thoughts. “To be honest, I had been a little envious that their technician showed such compassion and care, especially after you were able to patch me up last week.”

Your cheeks burned as you shifted in your chair, pointedly ignoring his gaze. “I, uh, well, thanks. And hey, I mean with Billy gone, you'll get the same attention now.”

“I will greatly appreciate your assistance and care,” Freddy said earnestly as you finished up his hand. He automatically flexed it just like the other, though there was no candle-lighter in this paw.

He suddenly booped your nose, surprising you out of your thoughts yet again. His smile met your confused look. “You are truly a superstar,” he said, and the burning in your cheeks only worsened. You were not used to positive feedback, let alone said so earnestly with such heavy eye contact.

You had a feeling you were going to have to get used to it… or at least get used to being so flustered by the animatronic bear.

“Ready for the rest?” You spoke awkwardly as you distracted yourself by pulling the trays holding his original voice box and eyes closer to his chair. “Or do you want a break?” You glanced back after a moment of silence, and saw Freddy still looking at you, head tilted inquisitively. “What?”

“Sorry, I'm not used to having a ‘break’ offered to me,” he admitted, sounding rather embarrassed himself.

Yep. Forget the corporate sabotage and whatever else, Billy was an asshole. “I know you're not human, but still! If I'm doing prolonged repairs or whatever I offer a break in between tasks. Some of my guys get a little overstimulated if I keep working on them without giving them a breather.” Maps, for one. And some of the caution bots. Maps would start his verbal tic and only get worse, and the caution bots…

They would whimper like children. And scream sometimes in a way that would leave you with nightmares. So you did your best to coddle the little guys and keep them happy.

Freddy's smile returned, just as wide as before. “Thank you, but I think I am able to continue, if you are, that is.”

You grinned and made a show of flexing your arm. “Always, big guy.”

Replacing his voice box and eyes required a little bit more concentration. You also couldn't do it sitting down, but rather had to lean over the bear to reach his upper chest.

You weren't sure if it was some protocol or what led Freddy to curl his arm around your back, but the warmth of it helped stave off the ache from prolonged leaning. you rested your weight against him more and more, feeling comfortable with the touch as you fiddled with the fine wires for his voice, and then calibrating it to sound normal.

“Can you sing a few lines for me?” You finally asked. A regular talking tone was easy-- singing was another ballpark. One you were not used to calibrating, so you were expecting to have to try a few times.

Yet the voice coming from the speaker was beautiful as before. Just a hint of that deep baritone that caused your stomach to twist as he sang a few lyrics to you of one of their love songs. Especially considering his eyes were focused on you, hand still placed on your hip.

“We spent hours together, laughing and playing

Never thought I'd find my soulmate in the western arcade

But somehow, it just feels right

With you holding my hand, it all feels so bright”

Of course, that was one of the more difficult songs with the variance in range, but still. It felt far too intimate for you, and you found yourself both relieved as well as disappointed when he finished. “Well, that'll certainly please your fans,” you managed to push through the lump in your throat.

He gave you a smile, and you even saw his ears give a little wiggle. “Oh good, thank you. It feels much better to have my voice back.”

“I bet,” you quickly closed back his chest plate before fixing his bowtie (fabric but with a magnetic clip that helped lock evefything in place.) “Are you ready for your eyes? Or do you want a break?”

“I'm eager to proceed. I honestly don't know how Roxy dealt with this additional visual data.”

You paused at that, tilting your head. “What do you mean?” You could see why the boy had thought Monty's arms and Chica's voice box were useful (well, if he somehow knew about the glitch) but Roxy's eyes? Other than glowing faintly, they didn't actually function differently.

Right?

“They allow me to see past various objects, such as walls,” Freddy explained as his gaze drifted to the wall that separated you both from the remaining glamrocks. “It gets rather confusing sometimes as I am not aware there is a wall in front of me until my proximity sensors alert me.”

You paused as you looked at him. “... you mean you have x-ray vision?!”

His brows furrowed quizzically.“No, I do not believe they are emitting any type of radiation, though I suppose I am not equipped to monitor for such things…”

You groaned as you rubbed your face. What had Billy been up to? Why would he give such a thing to an animatronic?

Why give Monty claws that could shred anything? Why tinker with Chica's voice box? Such a glitch as hers could probably be rectified quite easily with recalibration…

And then there was that damned virus. The damn thing kept trying to infect your bots, but your antivirus kept it at bay.

You had cleared it out of Freddy last week, warned Billy that he needed to scan the others, and he had just brushed you off.

“Ya know what, I don't want to know.” You would deal with that once you got Roxy up and going. “Let's get you your baby blues back, okay?”

“I would appreciate that very much.” There was a smile on his face before you opened his face plates, barely noting the party-horn honk when you pressed and held his nose to release the lock. Your thoughts were too deep amd.somber to enjoy the silly noise.

There was no mistaking how Freddy held on a little tighter as you unhooked the wires to his eyes, but you refrained from commenting. If you had swapped places, you would feel a rush of panic at suddenly being blinded too. You couldn’t exactly hold his hand through the process either, so you had no qualms if he wanted to wrap his arm around you. (Completely ignoring how safe and warm the gesture made you feel.)

“After this and maybe a good polish and you'll be good as new. Granted, I'm already pushing to be late for my rounds, so that might have to wait later in the night. Moon'll be giving me hell otherwise,” you spoke mostly to fill the silence. You couldn't imagine being blind and the room filled with silence would be very welcoming.

“Daycare attendant Moon can be very… frightening.” Freddy said after a moment. “I had never realized how much until last night.”

You tilted your head before realizing he was essentially blind at the moment. “What do you mean?” You knew children could be frightened by his antics at times, and he was playfully antagonistic at times. But you knew for a fact Freddy had been on the end of a few of Moon's antics, so that shouldn't be anything new.

“He attacked me,” was the last thing you expected to hear. “It was… unpleasant.”

“Moon attacked you?” You swore, pausing briefly. Moon? Ornery but harmless Moon? Yes, he enjoyed giving people a fright just for shits and giggles, but he never actually harmed people. “He's only supposed to be aggressive towards security threats…”

“I believe, since I was aiding young Gregory, he saw me as a threat.”

“But he should have known Gregory was a child,” you insisted. “Even a child in the ‘plex after hours should not register as a security issue.”

“Agreed,” Freddy said, rubbing a calming circle into your hip with his thumb. Part of you wondered if it was an unconscious act to reassure or if he even had the ability to have such impulsive actions. “However, as I stated before to the authorities and management, he along with the others were not acting like themselves.”

You worried your lip, mind caught up in a maelstrom of thoughts. You instantly thought of that pesky virus for some reason, but how could a virus do that? You assumed it was a competitor trying to steal data or something like that. Not this.

“What about the staff bots?”

“They were acting normal,” he assured. “Alerting the others when they saw him but not actively trying to harm him.”

And that fact only gave the ‘virus theory’ more evidence. If everyone but Freddy and the Staff Bots--whom you removed the virus from-- were affected… maybe this thing was more of a danger than just stealing information.

“I'm sorry,” Freddy spoke, drawing you from your thoughts. “I didn't mean to upset you.”

You huffed a dry laugh as you leaned in so you could hook up the fine wires of his eyes. “Are you touching me just to keep an eye on my heart rate?”

“Well, not only,” He said with a hint of humor. “I admit, I do like having physical contact with others. Especially when my visual sensors are offline.”

“Mmmhmm,” you answered with a teasing lit. “Either way, don't worry about upsetting me. I'd rather work on trying to understand what happened no matter how distressing it is versus being obvious.”

“Understood. If you wish, later I can recount everything and answer any questions you have.”

You finished your wiring and looked up as the blue irises flared to life, glowing just enough to be eye-catching. The black pupil dilated and contracted as it processed input before finally focusing on you.

The happiness in his voice as he said your name assured he'd be smiling if his face plate wasn't still open. “How great it is to see you again.”

“It's good to see those familiar baby blues,” you replied before closing his face plates and carefully locking them shut once more. “I'm sorry to say, but I don't think yellow quite matches your color scheme.”

“I believe you are right.” You stood back and allowed him to slide off the table, standing and stretching much like a human would. If a human was seven feet tall and made of metal. “Ahh, I feel like myself once more. Thank you so much again.”

“Think nothing of it, big guy,” you waved his thanks off. “Now c'mon. I got a patrol to do and I think you could probably use a recharge cycle.”

“I have enough charge to patrol with you,” he offered… which honestly surprised you. He looked a bit embarrassed as you looked back at him. “I admit, after everything that has happened, I am rather reluctant to leave your side.”

“Freddy, it's fine,” you soothed without really thinking. “I mean realistically, the most danger I'll be in is the Staff Bots trying to grab my attention. Or Moony…” You trailed off as he winced, and you recalled what he said just a few minutes ago. “Oh, right. He…”

“I hope it was just a one-off thing,” he said as you trailed off. “But I… worry that it might not be.”

“Right, right…” you worried your lip as you tried to decide the best course of action. “Well… just as long as you're sure you have enough charge.”

---+---

“You're late,” Moon crooned as soon as you stepped out into the darkened rockstar row. You couldn't see the robotic jester, but heard his bells jingling from above. “Naughty naughty.”

“I was repairing Freddy.” You defended, gesturing to the bear that stood close behind you --protectively, you might add.

“Naughty bear,” Moon added with that gravelly voice of his, no longer sounding quite as impish but more annoyed. “Misbehaved last night too.”

Freddy wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer, shielding your body from any possible attacks from Moon. “Please, Daycare attendant Moon, I do not wish to have a repeat of last night.”

“Then don't try to hide any rulebreakers,” Moon hissed as he suddenly dropped from the darkness, glaring with his red eyes at Freddy. In a blur you went from being in front of the animatronic bear to behind him, flash light now pointing to an empty hallway.

“Gregory may have broken a few rules, but your actions were still uncalled for!”

“He broke e v e r y o n e. He's a dirty rule breaker and needs to be punished.”

“Boys!” You shouted, trying to step around Freddy but was barred as he put his hand out to stop you. Still, you could see Moon as he hung in front of Freddy, their faces mere inches from each other. “Let's argue about this later and focus on our patrols right now.”

Moon stared at you without blinking before the wire pulled him back up into the darkness. You swore Freddy sagged in relief, even if it didn't make much sense considering his metal body. “See, everything went well,” you reassured, placing a hand on Freddy's upper arm.

Instead of being reassured, an uncharacteristic frown remained on his face, his eyes still scanning for Moon in the darkness (or perhaps he could see better than you and was watching him leave.) As if he expected the daycare attendant to suddenly appear again.

You wondered how Moon even got the drop on Freddy… okay, no, Moony was a sneaky S.O.B. But to attack and not just spook?

“Anyways,” you continued after a long moment. “I have the atrium and part of the side areas. Do you want to go recharge, or��?”

He finally turned to look down at you, eyes flashing an odd gold color you were unfamiliar with. “I’d rather remain by your side, if that is okay?”

You smiled faintly, “Far be it for me to turn down some company.”

Of course, you were never truly lonely doing your rounds. The Staff bots usually only had their recorded and preprogrammed lines for the visitors, but they did know your name, and they liked saying it when they saw you.

Like a mantra almost.

And when the first security bot saw you as soon as you entered the atrium and greeted you, your name soon echoed by the others as they paused and looked up at you. You give an embarrassed wave, used to the attention but not used to anyone else (ie Freddy) quite seeing it for themselves. “Heya everyone. Surely ya’ll got the memo that I’ll be filling in the night shift for a while…” And working on the Glam Rocks in between rounds, meaning less time for you to care for your legion.

“Affirmative.”

Their voices echoed down the hall like your name had earlier, no one talking over the other and patiently waiting to give their own affirmative. (Or beeps in the case of the caution bots that were present.)

“Okay then, let’s have some good nights then. No more repeats of last night, eh?”

“Affirmative

Affirmative.”

“Take a map.”

You glanced over to Maps that appeared by your side… nothing in their hand. “You don't even have a map out, Maps!”

A flick of their wrist and a map was in their hand, which they promptly used to bonk you in the face with. “Please take a map.”

“Maps…” you growled as they continued to press the map to your face. “I swear to god, I will find a way to give you an asshole if only so I can shove--”

Freddy called your name, sounding completely scandalized. Right, he wasn't used to your bantering.

You shifted to look up at the bear. “It's not that I mean it. And Maps knows it.”

As if happy to prove they didn't fear you in the least bit, Maps hit you against the side of your head with the map. “Take a map.”

“Still, foul language--”

“Isn't permitted, I know,” you sighed. “Um, I should warn you, you're going to be forced to say that a lot if you stick around me.”

His face shifted into a deeper frown, and your gut twisted with guilt. You did try to control yourself, but half the time you just got caught up and..

Pop. Out comes ‘unprofessional’ language and mannerisms that kept you from advancing your career. Or keeping friends for that matter. Sun had a problem with it, but thankfully you dealt with Moon more, who saw it as an excuse to pull his shenanigans. And your bots no longer bothered to reprimand you unless they felt ornery or annoyed.

“Alright, back to work.”

--+--

Patrolling was a silent affair after that, broken only by the occasional greeting of a security bot or cation bot. The various areas were quiet, devoid of any life besides them, which was a good thing… and also still unnerving to you. Working a rotating shift schedule made you realize how busy during the day it got, and then how lonely at night it felt.

“Just gotta check the bowling alley, and then we can return down to P&S,” you stated, mostly to break the silence.

Except Freddy paused, making you stop as well. “I… will wait out here for you, if that’s okay,” he stated, looking up at the glowing neon sign of the bowling alley, ears drooping downwards. It took you a moment to realize the sadness in his expression; akin to the look that he had as he looked at his fellow Glam Rocks, but somehow far deeper as well.

Bonnie had disappeared shortly before you started, and long before you realized how human the Glam Rocks were. You never thought about putting the two pieces of information together before now, considering your focus was always on your staff bots and the caution bots. “Oh. Er, does it bring up bad memories?” you asked without thinking.

Freddy blinked before shaking his head. “Not bad memories but good ones, yet they still cause me to feel sad. Bonnie and I were very close, and while it’s been several months now, the pain is still there.”

You reached across the space between you and wrapped your hand in his, causing him to look down at you in surprise. You offered a sad smile as you squeezed his mechanical paw “I'm sorry… Grief can take forever to heal, most certainly more than a few months.”

He squeezed your hand softly. “Thank you, superstar.”

“Well, you can either stay here or go ahead to a charge station. I mean, I'm not going to be too long.”

Freddy shook his head, “No, I’ll wait out here for you. Perhaps I am being paranoid, but I’ve had too many friends injured. I don’t want to lose another.”

Oh. Your heart squeezed a little atop that. First Bonnie, and now the rest of his bandmates? You could easily see how he could turn paranoid. “Okay then. I’ll hurry.”

It was difficult emotionally to untangle your hand from his and leaving him behind as you entered the bowling alley, to the point you paused before the entrance to look back, and gave him a small wave that he happily returned.

Was he truly happy? Or just putting up a front not to worry you--as well as others?

Just another question on top of the growing mountain of issues you wanted to work on.

One such issue greeted you as a bunch of caution bots congregating--yet again-- in front of the maintenance closet just inside the entrance of the area. The maintenance door was jammed and hadn’t been accessible for months, but since there was nothing of any importance in there no one had bothered to fix it. Yet for some reason, the caution bots liked to gather in front of the door as if it was a hazard.

“Really babes,” you questioned as you shone your light on the five sitting in a semi-circle around the door. “Gonna make sure no one gets in that broken door?”

There were little beeps, lights flickering in acknowledgement. You sighed, mindlessly patting one on their ear-like lights before moving on. A few more security bots scanned the area, greeting you with your name as soon as they noticed you. But otherwise, the large area was empty and devoid of life.

The conversation with Freddy echoed in your mind, making you wonder what it was like before. If this place held a lot of memories, did the Glam Rocks gather here during their downtime? Or was Freddy especially closer to the blue bunny animatronic, and the two would spend time bowling a set, or hanging around the ice cream parlor where the lone Circus Baby bot tended, wiping down the counters until they gleamed and spared you only a faint look.

Did she miss the animatronic as well?

What did happen to Bonnie? Billy said he was decommissioned, others stated he disappeared, and Fazbear industries were happy to cover it up like everything else. You may have only worked here for a few short months, but considering the last week, you could easily believe the mega corporation would plow over every incident the same way.

Deny. Cover up. Distract the masses with other more positive publicity.

Was it really okay to keep working for this place after realizing that there were shadowy workings in the background? Knowing you were likely just another cog in the machine?

As you went back to the main atrium, the caution bots chirped at you, and left their damaged door to surround you, beeping as they fought over nudging your hands. You couldn’t help but laugh before taking turns rubbing their yellow-light ears, and hearing them chirp happily.

When they had their fill of attention, you exited and had a moment to appreciate Freddy in the gloom, the faint frown on his face as he looked over the Atrium in silence.

No. Even if you were a cog in a horrid machine, these guys had no one else. Especially right now. You could endure for that--for them.

“Bowling alley checks out!” you announced, breaking the heavy silence as you stepped next to Freddy, your hand finding his once more. “C’mon, let's go get you a charging station and I’ll start working on plans to get the rest of the crew up and running.”

The surprise of your sudden appearance faded from his expression, replaced by a smile as he squeezed your hand. “That sounds like an awesome plan, superstar.”

Chapter Two

The virus was in all four animatronics.

You chewed the end of the stylus as you reviewed what you could-- the antivirus you had used to keep your staff bots safe from the damned thing kept your pad free too…

But god, getting that damn thing out of Freddy last week had been a pain in your ass. The damn thing seemed to know as soon as your program had detected it and would shift. Hiding itself in a different branch of code. And if your program had isolated just part of its code, it could replicate what part you delete.

You had to find it, isolate all of it, and delete it in one fell swoop.

How many staff bots had to be destroyed before you could manage it on their simplistic code? And comparing their code to the Glam Rocks was like comparing a children's book to something like War and Peace.

You rubbed your face as you set to work disconnecting a centralized computer from the network. The last thing you needed was the virus to get into the main network.

Hell, you should probably run your antivirus on the network too, just to be safe. And all of the other computers hooked to it. “God-fucking damn it,” you whined as you flopped back in your chair, hands over your face. Just when you think you had at least a little handle on things.

“Foul language is not permitted at the Pizzaplex.” You opened up an eye to see Freddy, with impeccable timing as always. “...You were not exaggerating when you stated you used foul language frequently.”

“No, unfortunately,” you sighed as you sat up properly and spun the chair to face him. “Have a good charge?”

He smiled brightly despite his earlier admonishment. “Yes. As always, being fully charged feels very refreshing.”

Your smile was brief, fading as you took in his grimy appearance. “I bet a wash would do you good too, huh?”

He looked down at himself, and chuckled awkwardly. “Perhaps. I am quite… dirty.”

He was, but you were the one with a dirty mind, barely holding your tongue from the thought that popped to mind.

“Yes you are, you dirty bear.”

“Let's a--Let's just getcha down to the showers while the antivirus does its work,” you said instead, turning back to your computer with a burning face. A few quick commands typed into the computer had it working on the least damaged animatronic-- Chica.

Well, her body was going to be relatively easy. Her shell was cracked, her beak missing, but her endo overall was still in good condition, as well as her core cpu, so you had high hopes.

But that damned virus… you had no idea if it would damage anything in its wake.

You turned back and saw Freddy crouched near Chica, ears drooped and a forlorn expression on his face. “I am so sorry, my friend…” he whispered, holding her hand for a moment.

Your chest squeezed at the sight. “It might take me a while, but she'll be right as rain eventually,” you said, trying to sound positive. “Her and the others.”

Freddy stood and offered you a smile. And it this time you were certain his smile wasn't as happy as he made it to be. “I have faith in you. I will do my best to be patient.”

“I won't blame you if you get impatient,” you reassured as you stood and took his hand. “I couldn't imagine having friends so close and so far away.”

“Do you have any friends nearby?” He asked innocently as you led him down the corridors and through the maze of halls that would eventually lead to the showers. Meant for employees, but they would work.

You mentally winced but instead squeezed his paw. “Yeah, got one walking right next to me. I mean. We haven't known each other for very long but we seem to get along pretty well. Granted, he could probably get along with anyone, truth be told.”

There was a flash of surprise before he laughed, head tilted back and everything. Butterflies erupted in your stomach from the warm rich noise. “Oh, sorry, I just was not expecting that,” he apologized through chuckles. “I am honored you call me a friend so quickly, but that isn't quite what I meant.”

You shrugged your shoulders and decided to roll with it. “Well, there's 627 there,” you pointed to the security bot doing a sweep down a branching hall. “And some of my little dudes,” you gestured to some caution bots dutifully standing near a freshly mopped floor. “And 1k50, and 1k95…?”

The cleaner staff bot in question looked up, “S.T.A.F. F. Bot One thousand and eighty-five.”

“Right, sorry! 1k95 works at El Chips, don't they?”

“Affirmative.”

“You've memorized all of them?” Freddy asked, sounding astonished--but also taking the distraction without even a smidge of hesitation.

“Not all of them,” you admitted. “But a lot. It helps that there is a system for assignments, like the 600s are Security assigned to the back rooms. 1ks are mainly either cleaners or waiters. I know the few Maps by sight, but they all like being called Maps so that's easy enough. The caution bots are harder but they like being anonymous and allowed to move from station to station as they please.”

Freddy's hand squeezed your again. “I failed to realize how considerate you were. That is truly thoughtful.”

You fought back the blush and shrugged your shoulders. “I'm good at memorization, and these guys put up with my shit--”

“Foul language--” Freddy's jaw shut.with a snap, but you could faintly hear his voice box continue with the rest of the prerecorded message, which made you giggle.

“My point exactly. Somehow most of the Staff bots figured out how to turn that message off when they're around me. Even they got tired of it apparently.”

“Hmm, I wonder then if I could do the same. While I am not fond of curse words, I don't like repeatedly interrupting my new friend.”

You could feel your face warm at that. Why did it take literally the smallest of compliments to make you flustered? (Because you were severely lacking in the whole positive reinforcement area.) “You're too nice, Fredbear.”

“I don't think there is such a thing as ‘too-nice’,” he shot back, surprising you. “Though judging by the increased heart rate and skin temperature, I realize this may be embarrassing to you, so I can stop if you wish.”

You cursed inside your head. The staff bots didn't have those kinds of systems, so you had forgotten the glam rocks could sense such things. “I-it's not that I'm embarrassed,” you lied. “Just, uh, not used to it.”

“...so you don't mind it?”

You laughed --albeit nervously-- as you reached the showers. “Do I mind you being nice to me? Absolutely not! That's part of your charm after all. Right?”

You shot a smile as you finally let go of his hand and worked on getting the supplies you had stuffed in the maintenance closet out. You often came down here to give the Cook and waiter bots cleanings at least a few times a week. Towels, special cleaners for grease and grime, and then protective wax to try and keep future spills from sticking. All tucked away in a bucket that you carried to one of the benches that lined the middle of the room.

You pushed your sleeve up and stepped up on the bench, barely eye level with Freddy as he followed your silent gesture to come closer. “Alright, so I'll spritz and scrub you down, then have you step in a shower to rinse off before I apply the wax coat. I don't think a quick rinse should affect any systems…”

“I am able to be submersed up to a hundred feet or for a duration of three hours,” he confirmed. It was odd to be at eye level at him, meeting his eyes instead of having to look up at him.

“Perfect.”

As it turns out, you find Freddy's ears are rather ticklish as you rub them with a cloth, his hands holding on to your waist as you lean both up and over to reach them. You can feel his paws tighten slightly and his voice box occasionally letting out a chuckle despite him doing his best to keep his mouth closed.

“I can't believe you're ticklish,” you grin as you move his hat onto your own head for the time being and sprayed his head and rubbed it down with a scrub pad.

“I actually have a few ticklish areas where my sensors are especially sensitive.”

“You gonna tell me where they are, or is it gonna be a surprise?”

How robotic eyes can look impish, you'll never know. But they sure did as he met your gaze “I find surprises are rather fun, don't you? You also look very adorable with my hat on, superstar.”

The bear is not flirting with you, you had to remind yourself as your mind otherwise became blank. He may be sentient and everything, but he is not flirting with you, so shut up.

“I do like surprises. Or at least, good ones. Bad surprises--- not so much. Those can ruin a whole day.” Or week. Month. Year considering the surprise you woke up to earlier when you got an email notifying you your dayshift had been canceled and you were scheduled for both night guard duty as well as assigned lead technician of Parts and Services for the foreseeable future.

Hey, at least you got a pay raise, meager as it was.

“But, I think the hat suits you much better,” you continued. “I'll just keep it while we get you cleaned up.”

“I trust it will be safe in your hands… or rather, on top of your head.”

You tried to fight off the blush when your thoughts were suddenly interrupted as you went to wipe his nose and it squeaked like a party toy. You paused for a second, remembering it honking back when you were doing repair, but had been too deep in your thoughts to appreciate the noise.

Now, however… you were too eager to take the diversion and impulsively booped his nose again with the same results, making you giggle.

God you were so easily amused.

Freddy had a wide grin when you caught yourself, eyes literally lit with happiness. “And you have a wonderful laugh!”

“And you’re a flirt,” you stated before catching yourself. His brows raised and you felt your face heat up yet again. “Oh my god, I’m sorry. I know you don’t mean it like that. Like I said, I don’t usually get positive feedback and I have like, zero normal interactions with people, and--”

One hand moved from holding you steady to placing a nail against your lips to silence you. “You don’t need to explain yourself, superstar, it’s quite alright. I’m not offended in the least bit. But, if my comments make you uncomfortable…”

“No, no, no,” you quickly reassured, though also moved on to work, avoiding his gaze. “This is probably going to sound real pathetic--mainly cause it is-- but its been a nice change of pace. Usually I have the Staff Bots for company, and they’ve been progressing but they still aren’t as sentient as you guys. And usually when I talk to other people, all I hear are complaints. I need to work hard, faster, more efficiently. Focus my energy on what’s important and leave my side projects alone. And anyways,” you sighed as you caught yourself venting, moving from his head to his chest so you didn’t have to stand on your tiptoes to reach him. “It’s just… it’s nice to talk with you. And yeah, the compliments might fluster me a little, but I still like to hear them, ya know?”

You resisted the urge to glance upwards and try to read his expression, and instead continued scrubbing at the dirt on his casing. Slowly the cleaning-spray was lifting the grime up. Between it and enough elbow grease… he might not shine like new but it’d be an improvement.

“...I enjoy spending time with you as well,” Freddy finally spoke. “Your one of the few adults who talk to us, and don’t act as if we’re something other. I’m not sure how I would feel if you were not here, especially with the others being… indisposed.”

Your heart clenched at his admission as you knelt to get his legs. To be alone, with someone who didn’t acknowledge you? For who knew how long? Even before the Incident, there had been a plan to close for the week to allow for construction to continue unhampered, and now that the pit below was discovered… Who knew how long the ‘plex would be closed?

“I’m glad I’m here too,” you finally spoke, meeting his gaze as you stood back up. “I might be a little rusty at this friend thing, but I’m sure we can get through it together, right?”

His grin was wide and bright; full of the optimism you wished you had. “Absolutely, superstar!”

--+--

After spraying Freddy down, and then repeating the whole process on his back side --which, as it turns out, was where he was ticklish, which had you giggling along with him but also thankful he couldn’t see you blush as you wiped down the curve of his back side and inner thighs-- you returned to check on the antivirus’ progress on Chica.

You had the damn virus on the run, that was for sure. But your antivirus already had its scent (so to speak) and was hunting it down. It looked like it already had taken part of the virus’ code, and was keeping it busy enough it couldn’t replicate.

Which, again, was not like a normal virus. At all. But such was the reality of the pizzaplex. Nothing made sense here.

“Perhaps I will stay here while you patrol the west arcade…” Freddy hummed as you headed towards the Fazcade. “I still have that bug…”

“Bug? What bug?” You frowned as you stared at him. “Freddy?” You thought you got rid of the virus in his bear. What if you didn't? What if your antivirus didn't work?

If anything he looked rather awkward. “When I step on the dance floor, I… can't stop dancing.”

Snerk

You caught yourself before you let your laugh escape and instead grabbed his hand and did your best to pull him towards the arcade. “C'mon. I need to see this.”

“It's very embarrassing,” he protested, though did take a few steps forward. “Last time DJ had to literally pick me up off the floor and set me aside. All the guests were witness to it.”

“It's just you and me, Fredbear. Well, and DJ. But! I have been embarrassing all night, and I know for a fact you can dance very well.”

You saw his ears wiggle slightly, making your grin widen. “Well, only if you agree you'll dance with me.”

You felt your chest tighten and swore your heart skipped a beat. You? Dance with the famous Freddy?

Well… no one else was around. And you supposed it was only fair since you were asking him to dance.

“Okay, deal!”

You were very familiar with the western arcade considering that's where your ‘office’ was. Really, it was the repair station for staff bots from before you were hired--the damn thing demolished more bots than it fixed-- but Billy had assigned you the small space even after you had made the decision to repair the bots the ‘old-fashioned’ way.

But instead of weaving through the gaming cabinets towards the red door tucked in the far corner, you headed towards the other direction where DJ was in rest mode and sleeping on the stage.

“I don't wish to disturb him if he's resting,” Freddy whispered, and you were inclined to agree. Animatronic or not, it seemed wrong to wake him. Yet as if sensing your presence (or more likely able to hear Freddy’s whisper) the DJ perked up suddenly, his massive head lifting up as his smile widened.

Freddy smiled back, waving a hello. “It is good to see you too, friend!”

DJ, unfortunately, did not have the ability to speak aloud. He could, however, send messages through the system to the other robots. So you were out of the loop as the giant robot ‘talked’ to Freddy, only able to hear one side of the conversation. “Yes, it has been too long. I apologize for that, but I was rather mortified last time… Heh, thank you friend. Our lovely technician believes I dance well also.”

“Hey,” you greeted as DJ looked towards you quizzically. “How ya doing, big guy?”

Upbeat music filled the hall as DJ bobbed his head, grin wide to convey his mood. Freddy chuckled from beside you. “He says he's doing amazing.”

You smiled up at him, “I'm glad to hear that! Things would be boring in the fazcade without our one and only DJ.”

DJ did a faux bow, making you giggle. He was friendly, if dramatic at times. “I wanted to see this ‘bug’ of Freddy's up close. Think you could set the stage?”

DJ tapped a finger to his chin thoughtfully before nodding. Instantly the lights softened as some easy techno-bop played. He could only play royalty-free, non-licensed music, but he always seemed to find the catchiest tunes… or maybe he created them himself.

Either way, no matter how you felt about dancing usually, his tunes could lure you into moving. And today was no different as Freddy's hand pulled you up onto the lit stage. Despite his size and machinery, there was nothing clunky or ‘artificial’ about the way the bear moved. You could probably wax on about poetry in motion or something else as sappy if you had the time or breath, but as it was both were currently in short supply.

Compared to Freddy, you knew it didn’t matter how accomplished you were in dancing, your dancing skills were horrible next to his. It felt like you had two left feet, even as he kept hold of your hand and guided you through the movements. Still, you couldn’t deny that you were having fun. A smile stretched across your lips, a laugh often echoing off the arching ceiling as Freddy spun you around, sometimes adding lyrics he was apparently making up on the spot.

All of which was not helping your growing infatuation, especially when your limbs grew tired and he easily scooped you up as he continued. “Is that enough proof for you?” He asked as he held you, one arm under your rump and the other supporting your back while you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

“Plenty, to be honest,” you admitted as you caught your breath. “I can take a look at your systems when we get back and see what's going on.”

You had to wonder if you were imagining his fingers trailing up and down your spine, or if the movement of him still dancing was causing the sensation. “I don't want to be bossy, but I think the others require your attention more than I do.”

Despite the soft way he spoke, it was still like ice water being dumped on you, causing your smile to fall. “Shit, I-I'm sorry. You're right, of course. I need to focus.” Once again, your easily distractible nature had interfered, making you look like an idiot.

The hand bracing your back moved, and suddenly Freddy was booping you on the nose, bringing your attention back to him. “Don't worry about it, I'm happy you're so eager to help me.”

The music shifted into something slower and intimate, making you feel even more flustered as you shot a glare towards DJ, who was smiling widely and moving his head to the music. You had an inkling if he could, his eyes would either be twinkling, or he'd flat out give you a wink.

“Well, can you dance towards the edge of the dance floor?” You asked, pointedly ignoring DJ. Instead you watched as Freddy's brows furrowed in concentration.

A moment later and slowly he was able to guide himself towards the edge, though not without a little back and forth. Unfortunately, he didn't seem to be able to take that one last step down, but kept skirting along the edge, and you could feel a faint growl resonate from his chest in frustration.

DJ was too engrossed in the music to be of any help, and you wanted to test something out anyways. You wiggled in his grip, getting loose and causing him to frown. You didn't want to give him any warning, so you merely smiled widely.

And then fell backwards.

Freddy shouted your name as you slid from his grasp. The next second was a blur between falling freely before being swept up again --rather painfully crushed against the animatronic’s chest as he stumbled off the dance floor.

“Are you injured?” He spoke, the faint thrum of his fans kicking into gear to keep his system cool barely audible over the music. “That was an unsafe move. Even from this height, falling on your neck could--”

The bear quieted as soon as you put your fingers to his muzzle, still grinning. “You're off the dance floor and no longer dancing.”

He blinked before looking back towards the now empty dance floor, and then to DJ who was grinning and offered Freddy a thumbs up.

Yet his eyes narrowed when he looked back towards you. “As much as I appreciate your assistance, and I sincerely do, that was still a foolish action. Your safety is far more important.”

“I knew you would catch me,” you both defended and tried to reassure at the same time. “Safety is number one, after all. I figured it would override any other protocols that were glitching out.”

There was a hint of a smile before he grew serious once more. “When working on the others… please don’t be as certain. Whatever virus or glitch has eroded their protocols and may harm you.”

“Right…�� you sighed. “So, Moon wasn’t the only one who attacked you?” It was hard enough to think Moon as being violent, but the others?

Okay, Monty and even Roxy you could kinda see. But Chica?

“It’s… complicated.” Freddy gently set you down. “The others did not go after me, but they appeared to want to harm Gregory. It wasn’t as if they saw them as a security threat either. They were aware he was a child…”

What kind of virus was this?

“You wanna walk and talk?” you asked, holding your hand out for him to take. If anyone asked, you would defend that it was to help ground and reassure the animatronic. Definitely not because you had quickly grown attached to the concept of having a hand to hold. You weren’t touch-starved at all.

Liar.

Freddy accepted the offer without hesitation or even a questioning look. After bidding DJ goodnight (and promising to stop by again soon) you walked hand-in-hand through the maze of arcade machines in a meandering path towards the backrooms of the fazcade. It would have probably made you have butterflies… if it wasn’t for the story he was telling you in between acknowledging the dozens of the Staff Bots that stopped to greet you.

None of this makes sense. It was the mantra ever since that first message, and only becoming more and more true the more you learned. The story of a trapped child running around and causing chaos was changed into a scared but determined preteen determined to figure out a plot that turned darker and darker the more you learned.

And Vanessa? Brainwashed like a Manchurian Candidate? How? Why? You hadn’t even known that was a thing outside of sci-fi or horror novels.

You were barely aware of reaching your office, or even slumping into the office hair while Freddy hovered almost nervously as you tried to make sense of everything. Yes, you had heard the rumors of missing children, but had assumed they had been runaways and families were blaming the mega-corporation to be at fault, if just to ease their own conscience. And yeah, the virus had made the Staff Bots glitch and occasionally become dangerous, but not… focused and deadly like what Freddy recounted.

And that thing was in the system. The firewalls and protections you had installed on your bots and Freddy literally saved a life tonight.

But how many had you failed? How many more would have died if not for that kid’s bravery?

Who would even orchestrate all this? And why?

#fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #fnaf freddy #glamrock freddy/reader #glamrock freddy

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I'VE GOT A SCENARIO, ok so I saw the Monty doing Roxanne with reader being jealous and got a thought. Reader is dating Monty but cheats on reader with Roxanne. They cry to Bonnie for comfort cuz he's sweet bunny but little does the reader know his idea so comfort is something else 👀. Monty catches them and is fumming cuz he knows Bonnie's been pinning for reader the whole time. Bunny boi looking at Monty while pounding reader like whatcha done do? 👀🐇👀

your prayers have been answered my sweet in this, reader calls bonnie thumper as a nickname. I will STAND WITH THAT HEAD CANON UNTIL I DIE.

GLAMROCK BONNIE x READER

tw: NSFW THEMES, cheating, mentions of panties for the feminine ppl, not read over it just finished it off this morning, mentions of vaginal parts

every day was getting more and more exhausting for you. Your pay check is slipping, your sink was leaking and your relationship was fading.

you would find yourself getting upset and just breaking down, the first person at your side would always be bonnie.

he would always hear to what you had to say, he gave great advice and if you need to cry in his embrace, hes happy to be there for you.

"its gonna be okay superstar, I promise" he held you and stroked your hair as you quietly sobbed into his bowling shirt.

"I-its not... hes going to leave me.. I-.. I just don't know what to do"

you knew deep down it was for the better. all monty ever did was insult you and ignore you. NOTHING about him screamed "caring" in any way.

"but... it'll be for the best." you stuttered, wiping your tears from your face.

you patted Bonnies leg and gave him a little smile, indicating it was time for you to finish on your check-ups with the other glamrocks. god how he loves that smile.

before you pulled the door he grabbed your waist from behind and hugged you.

"just one more before you leave, im gonna miss ya'" he said whilst resting his head into the dip of your neck.

"Awww, thumper. c'mere"

the large thump of the elevator hitting the floor woke you up from your thoughts. remembering you have to finish off the last of the glamrock checkups and then your free to roam around for a bit until opening.

your first stop was freddy;

freddy noticed your tear stained face and questioned you about it but after you said it was nothing, he didn't want to push you into telling him. so he stayed quiet until you finished.

"alright! all done. you seem to be operating fine."

you gave the brown bear a smile, closing his stomach hatch.

"I best be on my way now".

and with that, you made your way to Roxy's greenroom but to your surprise, she wasn't there.

"that's strange... maybe she's in her raceway. ill check it later"

you grabbed your tools and headed to your gators greenroom.

you where absolutely terrified, why wouldn't you be? he has a short temper and isn't really fond of you DESPITE you being his significant other.

as you where about to place your fist onto his door, you heard something.

"fuckkk..roxyy"

you heard grunts and several slurs mumbling all coming from monty's room.

you felt dread bubbling in the pit of your stomach.

without hesitation, you slammed the door open to reveal a heartbreaking scene.

"what. the. fuck" you dropped your bags to the floor and stood in shock.

"ah- shit babe! its not what it looks like!"

monty tried to cover Roxy whilst trying to put his pants back on, knocking over a few objects thrown across his room.

"oh so you weren't just balls fucking deep in Roxy then huh?! do you think im a fucking idiot?!" you frantically waved your arms around, your head raging at the thought of your best friend FUCKING your boyfriend.

"no I-"

"so this is why you where so distant from me. you where screwing around with her!" you cut him off.

monty was silent. he knew you where right and you could see it on his face

Roxanne stood up and moved towards you

"im sorry y/n-"

"I don't want to hear anything from you."

and with that you slammed the door shut, walking back to the elevator you came from. you where too distracted to go check on Chica or the others. you had one destination you where gonna go to and that was it.

you felt your anger slowly melt into sadness and the aching in your chest started to become more apparent. tears started to run down your face.

"shit.."

bonnie was sat on foxy's stage, head in his hands and dying of boredom.

"why didn't I just tell her, kiss her.. or DO ANYTHING! god she's gonna get played by that dick-"

"b-bonnie.."

his head instantly turned.

"o-oh my sweet thing, what happened?"

he quickly ran to your side, putting your head in his hands.

"monty he...he.. I think he grew fonder to Roxanne.."

bonnie gave you a sad look, cupping your cheek in his hand.

"aw darlin'... im sorry you had to see that"

his hands ran down to your waist, pulling you into his chest.

"its going to be alright, love"

you wiped you tears and sat down, putting you head into your hands. Bonnie lifted your face up to meet him, giving you a soft smirk.

"I can treat you better than he ever could, y'know?"

your eyes never left his, getting lost in the sight that was in front of you. you felt your insides bubbling in excitement.

you knew there was always something there between you two but you always thought it was a misunderstanding. but now you realise that hes always been the one there for you, always been the one to keep you company on lonely night shifts, always been the one to understand and listen to you, hes always been the one.

"do you want me to treat you better?" his hands slowly slid up your thighs, rubbing the inside of your legs.

"y-yes..please" you stuttered, you heart was beating so fast. you couldn't actually believe this was happening.

"atta' girl" he said with a soft melodic tone.

NSFW UNDER THE LINEEE

bonnie's hands started to wonder all over you whilst he kissed your neck, touching all of your sensitive parts.

he was a bit hesitant a first but the noises you made encouraged him to feel more.

His hands tugged at the waist line of your pants, eagerly wanting to see the beauty between your legs.

"you sure you want this sweetheart?" he gave you a look of concern, making sure that this was the right moment for you.

"I am positive my little thumper, you're too sweet"

his foot pounded lightly in the floor from the little nickname you gave him. he felt as if he was under your spell, no matter what, all he could think about was you.

he pulled your pants off, revealing the laced panties you wore.

his hand glided over the heat between your legs, feeling your wetness and admiring the state that you where in. the state he caused you to be in.

"my, my baby. you look so adorable" he purred, his head going closer to your lower regions

"and you're all mine"

he pulled you panties off, staring down your dripping mess between your legs. his hands caressed your inner thighs, making your heat throb in anticipation.

even in such a desperate situation, he still made you feel special. it still made your stomach bubble butterflies.

"please just fuck me bon... I need you"

That lit something in him. Within seconds he’s picking you up and placing you on top of his lap, kissing your shoulders whilst his hands roamed the bottom half of your body.

You’re body was warm, soft, his hands gave you such a euphoric feeling. You knew in that moment that he’s what you want, your face grew redder and your heart beat increased.

You felt him slowly lift up your body as you felt something poking at your puffy core. A few whimpers left your mouth as you felt him enter inside of you.

“Fuckk, hon…”

His voice sounded so melodic, filling your stomach with butterflies, making you feel as if you’re a teenager again with a high school crush.

Your head naturally fell onto Bonnies shoulder as he started to bounce you up and down on his cock. He was slow and passionate. Not rough or mean like Monty was.

Your hands wrapped around him as your mouth opened, letting out the sweetest of noises, sending him over the edge, he was loving every second of it and you could tell.

“..’feels so good Bon..”

He smiled, he loved hearing you, especially like this.

“I know sweets, let Bonnie take care of ya’”

And with that, you’re riding up and down on him, filling your senses with a euphoric pleasure as he fucked you right to the edge.

By this point your legs had started to shake, you was clearly close and he wanted to get you to finish, all he wanted was for you to feel good.

His hands move as he moves one of them to your lower back and the other one straight to your puffy clit. As soon as his fingers made contact, your head flung back as the overwhelming feeling whipped straight to your core.

“O-oh my goddd… Bon..’mgonna cum..”

You mumbled as your body grew limp.

“That’s it clover, feel good on me, please”

And with that, you both felt your gummy walls tighten around him. Your body heaved as your clenched your fists and screamed for him, gifting him a small smirk on his face.

He pulled you off of him, not caring that he hadn’t finished, more of that he needed to take care of you. Pulling you into his chest, he moved a strand of hair from your face. You smiled at him. God. He loved that smile.

“God.. be mine hon, please”.

Sorry for the fact that it was rushed, its 3:56 and I’m tryna get all my drafts finished and I know y’all are back on the FNAF band waggon again so why not throw a few out there for you guys, love ya <3

Also please give me more requests, I’ve got no inspiration 😭

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