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You sat alone in the empty daycare, annoyed and now you understood the feeling of blue balls when men got them. Letting your hands brush your locks off of your sweaty face—fuck them, and fuck this place and fuck the animatronics. You shifted, glaring at everything in here. You didn’t even say anything wrong! You thought he was beautiful, and it was true. You didn't expect him to be there one second and not be there the other second.
“Asshole..” you pushed yourself up, you felt gross and your eyes wandered to the time. Right, you’re not getting out of here anytime soon. Inhaling as you snapped your head, squinting, was he watching you?? You flipped him the bird if he was, turning out towards the door to leave the daycare, you needed to clean yourself and wait it out till the place opened again. You caught a glimpse of him before you left—he looked hurt and even lost, your eyes softened for a moment but didn’t know what to do…so you left. You felt bad, maybe—you did say something wrong?? That couldn’t be possible right?
Maybe no one has ever called him beautiful before.
Your fingers pressed against your fingers, letting your body shift for a moment. You were in the wrong—guilt started to swim around in your stomach, giving you uncomfortable shivers as you exhaled. You hated when you felt guilty, it made you look like the bad guy but…you were. You said something you weren’t supposed to say which made you upset even more. Your fingers curled into a fist, whatever, you needed to clean yourself. That’s what matters right? That should only matter and then leaving this place—you didn’t care.
Or that’s what you hoped, your mind was telling you on thing while the beat of your heart was saying another. But something caught you out of your thoughts, the lights turned on.
“This place is getting creepier by the second.” You spoke, more like spewing nonsense to yourself. The sound of loud crashing noises reached your ears, your eyes turning to look at one of the animatronics room. Staring, it was the Monty gator things room—was he have a break down? You lifted a soft brow, eyeing it for a moment. In the end, it wasn’t your business, you needed to wait out your escape in the bathroom but something caught your arm—-holding back the scream that crawled up your throat. You needed to turn, look at the thing grabbing your arm. It didn’t have the same comforting feeling the other two gave you but your eyes slowly turned towards—the bear. You let yourself exhale, tearing your arm away.
“Jeez you scared the living daylights out of me.” You stated, crossing your sweaty arms over your torso. The bear or well glamrock Freddie stared for a moment before speaking.
“What are you doing here? It’s past the closing curfew.” He asked, seeing the shift from determined to embarrassment. Your face flushed for a moment before clearing your throat.
“I left my phone here, see, I have it now!” Shoving it forward as you gleamed happily, Freddie stared for a moment before looking at you closely.
“Did you fight a bear on the way getting your phone?” Was that…a dad pun? You stared, holding back a smile before blinking—-you did look like you got fucked more ways then one.
“Uh…I don’t want to talk about the extreme lengths I went through to get my phone.” He nodded for a moment before pushing you forward for a moment, a raised brow. “I have some extra clothes in my room, they usually ask us to keep spares in case anyone throws up on themselves or gets their clothes dirty.”
Hm, that’s convenient. That was sweet of him, you smiled before following right on his tail. You skipped a little bit, your bad mood was gone, you liked this animatronics. But you wanted to ask him a question—
“Uh, so…I ran into both Sun and Moon, quite the characters..” you giggled awkwardly as his head snapped hard, was he trying to get whiplash?? You stared at him but he grabbed your arm, examining you.
“Are you okay? Did Moon hurt you?” You blinked, that last sentence didn’t make you feel right, hurt me? Has he hurt other people? Was that surely a part of his program to do that? You gasped as his finger pressed against the bite mark on your neck—-fuck. You didn’t have time to defend yourself as you were dragged to some First Aid station.
“I’m fine! It was just a bite—Moon didn’t even hurt me-“ he lifted up your wrist, to show the forming bruising on them. Why didn’t you realize that before? You stared at it, did he mean to hurt you like that? The sudden feeling made you shudder…as you felt him dip something on your shoulder. You felt kind of empty, lips pressed together in thought.
“Looking good, superstar!” He boomed as pressing one of those kiddie bandaids, you felt like a kid again. You looked at him softly, letting your smile appear on your form. He was so sweet!
“But are you sure you’re alright? Moon isn’t the nicest animatronic out here.” What did he mean by that? It had your eyes shifting towards the bruises on your wrist, maybe…he was right. Maybe you should mention the whole him dipping on you after you said he was beautiful. Your lips pressed together as you stared softly, letting your hands fiddle with each other.
“I called Moon beautiful.” Freddie blinked for a moment, letting his mechanical moth part in some short of shock. He didn’t expect that, no one has ever called him anything other than cruel words. That made him feel kind of bad for Moon, he seemed rather lonely. His brother of some sort always got attention and Moon was…just there. As you waited for his response, you felt awkward. Your brows furrowed as you waited for what seems like it has been forever.
“Sun has always been more favorable to the kids, while moon was just a shadow. No one really liked Moon, most of the time he hears cruel things.” You stared for a moment, that felt more than what they let on. Your eyes softened for a moment, standing to your feet as you rubbed your hands together, thinking of your response but Freddie kept talking, you looking up at him for another moment.
“So maybe…he was surprised. I guess, people react to things differently. You don’t really expect how they are going to react. Maybe because he felt loved for the first time in awhile.” Loved, that was a word you haven’t heard in awhile. He didn’t feel loved? That made your eyes saddened, the shift of your footing made you sigh, maybe you shouldn’t have flipped him the bird. Or call him an asshole…because just like him, you truly felt cherish, you felt
wanted.
Want.
Need.
Desperate.
Alone.
Hated.
Nothing.
The world was so cruel, you never understood what others felt, even…animatronics could feel. Why could things like them feel? Why did you like them so much even when you feared them deeply…? Fear goes away when it wants, you gain nothing from fearing something you will have to face one day, you either face it head on or hide away like a coward. Your heart squeezed, you felt pain, something you locked away and never wanted to feel something that hurt so bad, you…thought that words were spoken louder but maybe your actions towards him might show him, he was loved.
Even from someone he doesn’t even know. You felt for him, the hate and the unwanted attention those people gave you, that feeling never truly left did it? Nothing ever leaves you alone, no matter how much you wanted it to.
“I see…” You responded, you were speechless of some sort. Words were dry to lips, you were so lost and confused and dirty.
“Let’s get you cleaned up!” He smiled as you guys made the journey back to his room, your gaze brushing past the looming daycare, your heart twisting in sorrow but your gaze shifted away. You would rather not, you don’t have the strength to return there. No matter how much you truly wanted to go back, bad things and moments are a lot better forgotten. You can’t do anything else for them, nor for yourself. Never…rely on anyone for self gain or even the love you so desperately wanted. It wasn’t worth the tears and shattering of a heart that has been broken for too long, nothing can truly mend a broken heart? Right? Or that’s what you hoped, god…your hands rushed to your face as you crouched on the ground; tears felt like swelling on your face, threatening to drip in the ground to dirty yourself even more…why does everything hurt to the point of helplessness? Freddie turned to look at you, growing worried at your crouched figure he kneeled down right in front of you, his hand touching your shoulder in a comforting manner. Tensing under his touch as your forehead was pressed harder into your hands, you were truly helpless.
“Are you alright?” He asked, why did he seem so worried? The more you sat there questioning yourself about everything, why did they give these robots human feelings, they felt everything, pain, sorrow, want..worry? Your mind was a mess, this place is a mess. Everything made you wanna vomit, it so desperately sucks. The itching feeling never really went away…feeling bad was such a natural emotion, you just never understood how familiar it felt but lifting your head from the sadness that rotted on your face, your lips pressing together as your body slightly shook once more. But you needed to pull yourself together, limb by limb and vein by vein. You have Freddy a smile, your hand touching his softly as you stand up. “No need to worry about me, I just need to get cleaned up and wait till the doors open.” Watching as his eyes blink for a moment, he seemed so human yet he didn't seem to understand at the same time. Some people didn’t understand their own emotions, maybe you did understand this robot bear more than you let on, a familiar feeling makes you feel at home, something you never truly felt in your own apartment. Shaking it off—no you will not think like this. You aren’t like them.
You aren’t like them.
You never will be. You feel so much more than what these robots feel.
Showing off your fake smile as he helped you back up, telling you to wait here as he went to grab you clean clothes, your mind wandering back to the daycare, watching it with steady eyes before making eye contact…with Sunrise.
He watched you.
You wonder why
But it wasn’t your business anyways. So your eyes shifted away from his never ending gaze. He watched as your eyes opened wide and the smile danced on your lips as Freddie handed you some clothes, taking your hand in his as he led you elsewhere. You tossed Sunrise one more glance before moving away.
Sunrise moved from his placement sadly, letting his eye narrow at the interaction between you and Glamrock Freddy, twisting his body in annoyance.
“I’ll help you, superstar!” He’d mimic angrily, his voice being more high pitched than normal before the top of his jester shoe hit the boxes before he started freaking out about needing it to be cleaned!
“Which one was first!” He groaned, building it back up.
As you turned down the halls, finding the open shower room, your hand pressed against the curtain as you thanked Freddie for helping you out, turning on the shower as you began to undress yourself.
Dirty
So dirty.
You inhaled, scrubbing yourself clean from the mess that danced on your skin, your hand pressing on the wall as you stopped moving, lips pressed together as you thought in silence.
You should apologize, that was your plan anyway.
Your shower finished minutes after, taking a step out when you realized how dark it truly was, your lips pressed together in a thin line. You had a feeling Moon was here, looking around as your hair stuck to your face, watching and waiting. Seeing red out of the corner of your mind made you shudder, fixing your footing as you wanted to pretend you knew he was there.
Letting the towel hit the towels, you could have sworn you heard a sharp inhale. As you placed on your clothes, you parted your dry lips to speak, slowly, watching and thinking on your words carefully.
“When I said…Moon was beautiful. I did mean it.” Letting your gaze lift towards the mirror as you pretend to verse what you would say.
“But I never truly imagined how lonely he must have felt, that feeling of no one truly liking you, that feeling of self hate felt so familiar. Knowing…deep down that the person closest to you will always be better than you.” Your eyes shifted for a moment, you could taste how tense the room was. Your eyes narrowed as you walked towards the mirror, stepping over the towel that laid on the floor.
“I wonder…how much do you guys really feel? Could you feel sorrow, guilt? It makes me worried, how human you all are. More human than those who have skin, I don’t know if I should feel scared or..hopeful.” Watching the eyes in the mirror shift, they were thinking. It was so unique to watch how human the emotion was in their eyes. Eyes tell you so much, much more than you think they do. Watching as you shoved yourself away from the sink, letting your body bend down to pick up the towel.
“Show me how humanae you really are.” With that, they turned and walked out of the bathroom, the door shutting behind them softly.
Moon let his eyes narrow at her words, did she really mean it?
Making your way back to Freddie with a happy step, taking comfort in his father like aura. But—he wasn’t there—it was dark—Moon. He was right in front of you, your breath hinching at the hard of his glare, long legs striding towards you with anger. You stepped back and with that he stepped forward—you didn’t know if you should run or not. Your own fear of animatronics crawling up your back, hungry to make you cry to the point that you’re helpless. The power from his stepping made you shiver and shake, your knees almost giving out but without a second as his hand shot out, grabbing your throat angrily. Pulling you close so his moon crescent is almost touching your face, breath hitched as your eyes stared in sudden fear. The feeling of his fingers digging into your throat made your eyes water, his glare hardening.
Why isn't he talking? He was so quiet.
You leaned back, trying to stay away from his killing grip.
Has it been minutes? Has it been hours? It seems like it has been forever as you both stared at each other, but the feeling of his fingers that dug into the skin of your neck made your legs shake.
Finally, the silence was caught off when he finally spoke, his voice was short and hurt.
“Did you really mean that?” But it was loud, booming but it sounded so hurt and broken as his fingers finally tightened around your neck once more, gasping as your hands shot up to his wrists, gripping them. You felt choked back on your words but you nodded, desperately as your hands touched his arms, soothing them softly. In a comforting manner, as your forehead was pressed against his. You watch as his own body shakes as he begins mumbling about how it was past your bedtime. The grip on your neck finally softened as his hand traced up your neck, softly touching your cheek. This was the nicest thing Moon has done—it felt genuine but then he shoved you, landing right on your ass as you glared at nothing.
“Still a fucking dick.” Hearing giggling as you stood up, rubbing your ass.
“It’s almost 6 am!” You snapped, turning towards to look at Freddie, nodding your head before…leaving with him to wait out the next few hours.
Hoping to never come back here again.