Human!FNAF x Depressed!Reader- Chapter 3

_{(A/N: Hey everyone! I'm so sorry for the veeerry long wait on this chapter. ;-; I've been a bit busy over the holidays, but luckily since I'm on Christmas break at the moment, I finally got the chance to get back with this series. ^^ Oh and by the way, if some of you are Bonnie fans, you probably may like this! Maybe even love it? Maybe? I don't know..  As for the rest of you FNAF fans, I hope you guys enjoy too! )}  






                                                                         Chapter Three


                                                                        (June 22, XXXX) 


                                                                         (Reader's POV) 



    Turns out I’m not lucky. Not remotely. After Dad and I met the owner of the place, he gave us a tour. Just a quick one. Not a long one.


    I look around as he still rambles on, completely zoning out. I eye the water stained Fazbear wallpapers in the hallway and the crumbling ceiling above them.


    The main office looks like crap. Papers, files and balls of crumbled up aluminium foil were scattered everywhere on the desk. Cobwebs were formed right underneath it. Pieces of hanging wire strings covered the walls of the office. But not entirely.


    Above the right side of the desk were drawings kids had made back in the 1980s. They were crap, too. Though I saw a very artistic one of Foxy hanging up there. It was probably Annie's. It had to be. The rest of the drawings just had Freddy, Bonnie or Chica on them.


    The other side of had a big advertising wallpaper of the pizzeria, which read "CELEBRATE!" above it.


    I’m surprised this place isn’t on the city's condemned list. Though it should be. The owner isn’t even meticulous or neat.


    “...And other than that, your daughter should be good to go, Mr. (L/N).” the owner finishes with a rest assured smile.


    Dad nods before looking at his watch. Then he turns to me. “Make sure you let me know when you’re done with your nightshift so I can unlock the door to your grandparents' house when you get back.”


    And with that, he leaves the building. No goodbye’s. No hugs. No anything. Moments later the owner followed, though he stopped just outside the door to face me.


    “Oh, one more thing I forgot to mention,” he says, “Make sure you read the recordings in the voicemail. They’ll help you get settled in on your first night and throughout the week. Other than that, you should be good. Goodnight!”


    I nod. Then he finally leaves. I check the time on the clock.


    11:57 PM. Just three minutes before my shift begins.


    I pick up the tablet on the desk and lean back in my chair. Just before I could get comfortable, the phone rings. I wanted to answer it, but I don’t. I let it go to voicemail. Just as I was told to.


    “Hello, hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night.” The voice on the phone begins. It didn’t belong to the owner though.


    “Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact. So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you there's nothing to worry about. Uh, you'll do fine. So, let's just focus on getting you through your first week. Okay?”


    I tune in carefully now.


    “Uh, let's see. First there's an introductory greeting from the company that I'm supposed to read. Uh, it's kind of a legal thing, you know.”


    He clears his throat.


    “ ‘Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. A magical place for kids and grown ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life.’ “


    More like a magical place called hell.


    “ ‘Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering that damage or death has occurred, a missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon as property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced.’ "


    My eyes widen. My heart stops. My pulses pound. The person on the phone was reading from the newspaper, but I didn’t hear that part from it. Didn’t Dad see that? Or was it just not mentioned in the article?


    Or is this just a way of getting rid of me? Probably. I push these thoughts out of my head as he continues.


    “Blah blah blah. Now that might sound bad, I know, but there's really nothing to worry about.”


    I absentmindedly flip through the cameras as he talks. I check each room. The West Hall. The W. Hall Corner. The East Hall. The E. Hall Corner. The Supply Closet. The Backstage. The Dining Area. The Restrooms. The Kitchen, though it was pitch black through camera view. And lastly, the Show Stage and Pirate’s Cove.


    “Uh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night.”


    I stare blankly at the phone. I didn’t know whether to be scared or laugh at that sentence. Sure, the animatronics- I mean, those fucking creatures walked during the day, but at night? That’s kind of hard to believe. I let it go anyways.


    “But do I blame them? No. If I were forced to sing those same stupid songs for twenty years and I never got a bath? I'd probably be a bit irritable at night too. So, remember, these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children and we need to show them a little respect, right? Okay.”


    I chuckle to myself. Respect those animal turds? Yeah, respect my ass.


    "So, just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uh, they're left in some kind of free roaming mode at night."


    Oh. I guess that explains how they “walk” during the night.


    "Uh...Something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long. They used to be allowed to walk around during the day too. But then there was The Bite of '87. Yeah. I-It's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know?"


    The memories made my hands curl up into fists. I wanted to punch a hole through the phone. Hear no more of it. But I knew I'd get fired for destroying any property in this place. I knew better.


    I try to stay as calm as possible as I continue listening.


    “Now concerning your safety, the only real risk to you as a night watchman here, if any, is the fact that these characters...uh, if they happen to see you after hours probably won't recognize you as a person. They'll...most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now since that's against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, they'll probably try to...forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit.”


    Stuff me inside a suit? Doesn’t seem bad, I guess. They’re just costumes.


    “Um, now, that wouldn't be so bad if the suits themselves weren't filled with crossbeams, wires, and animatronic devices, especially around the facial area. So, you could imagine how having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause a bit of discomfort...and death. The only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth when they pop out the front of the mask. Heh. Y-Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you sign up.”


    That’s when I thought I’d have a panic attack. My breathing becomes heavier. My heart pounds loudly in my ears. I gulp, sucking in my pride as I keep listening.


    “But hey, first day should be a breeze. I'll chat with you tomorrow. Uh, check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright, goodnight.”



                                                                                    ***



    It was already 5 AM. I have 29% power left. I constantly check the cameras. Mainly the Show Stage and Pirate’s Cove. Bonnie and Chica were the only ones who had moved. But I couldn’t find them. Anywhere.


    I look at the left door and stand up. An idea hits me as I start walking over. It’s only five steps from where the office is. I count them as I go anyways. Then one step towards the doorway. And then I’m looking outside from the corner of it. It would be so easy.


    One more step outside the door and it would be all over for me. The animatronics could end it all for me. Do me a favor for once. One small step to suicide and no more pain, no more anger, no more anything.


    A voice behind me says: “What are you doing?”


    I turn around. In front of me stood a tall boy in a purple polo shirt and black vest. A red bowtie was held on the center of it, just beneath the collar of his polo. He wore black tailored khakis and black dress shoes. He had thin, smooth and short lavender hair that had a right slanted fringe. He also had maroon eyes. He was actually quite attractive.


    “Who are you? And what are you doing here?” I question him, “Aren’t you supposed to be back home? Staff members aren’t allowed here during the night.”


    He just chuckled. “I could say the same thing for you, beautiful.”


    “I’m the night guard. I’m supposed to stay here.” I state, trying to hide my furious blushing.


    His eyes become wide. “Oh? So you’re the new guard, huh?”


    “Yup. Unfortunately.” I roll my eyes.


    He places a finger under his chin and mumbles something under his breath that I can’t comprehend.


    “Anyways, so, why are you-”


    “Oh my, your hands! What happened to them?” He blurts, pointing at them in concern. I look down. The skin on my hands were dry. Really dry. My hands never get dry unless I'm cold. The air conditioning in the pizzeria felt like Antarctica. The fan running on the desk didn’t seem to help either. Even more so I didn't even think about bringing a sweatshirt, hoodie or anything to keep me warm throughout the night shift. 

   
     Why am I so stupid? 


    “Here, allow me.” He walks over to turn off the fan. Then he comes back, takes my hands in his and blows on them. He’s close. Too close to me.


    But I actually don’t mind. His breath is wine-sweet and warm. He smells good too. Before I know it, he takes my face in his hands, slowly leans in and kisses me. My eyes go wide at his actions, but eventually I fall in and kiss back. He feels good too.


    He actually cared? But why? I don’t even know this guy’s name, yet here I am. Lip locking with him. I don't know why, but I already want to feel him. To feel his breath on my neck. The warmth of his skin. To feel something other than sadness and depression.


    Hold me, I tell him silently. Hold me here. To this moment. This life. Make me want you. Want this. Want something. Please, I beg him.


    And suddenly I hear, “Ooh. Having a make out session with the night guard, are we Bonnie?”


    We quickly part from each other. We both turn to see a young girl in the doorway. She wore a yellow, knee-length puffed sleeve dress with a pinafore worn over the top and red ankle-strap shoes. She had bright magenta eyes, and black eyebrows. She had short, gold blonde hair and also wore a bib that said, “LET’S EAT!”


    Why does she have a replica of Chica’s bib? Isn’t she a bit too old to be wearing that?


    “Hey!” he barks, “It’s not...It’s nothing...We were just…She was cold, you know? And I was…”


    “That’s not how I saw it!” she exclaimed. Was she angry? Was she teasing him? I couldn’t tell. Her voice was a mixture of both.


    The shouting between the two begins. It gives me a bigger migraine than what I had before. 


    After what seemed like a good half hour of their arguing, the bell rings. They stop and look at the clock. I follow their gaze. It’s 6 AM. And not once did any of the animatronics get me. Looking puzzled, I look back at the two. They returned the look.


    “You better go,” they both tell me.


    I nod and do so. I grabbed my things and weaved through them out the door, since they wouldn’t move. I eavesdrop their conversation on the way out the building.


    “I can’t believe you actually kissed the new night guard. You do know what our boss might do if he finds out, right?”


    “I told you it was nothing, Chica! And don’t you dare tell him or anyone else about this either!”


     I raise a brow. Did that boy seriously just call that girl, Chica? Or am I just hearing things? I should’ve just let the animatronics kill me when I had the chance. So why didn’t I?