You didn't want this.
You never asked.
But, due to your gullibility, you were trapped and had no where to go.
You couldn't call in sick, even if you were sick in the head.
You couldn't take a break, because he was there.
Every hour that passes by, it was only one step closer to planning a suicide attempt, or something to get you out of this mess.
But you couldn't, because he's watching you.
Now, I want you to take this in consideration.
What you've experienced, was it enough for you to get traumatized?
Just wait until the story is finished, maybe you'll change your mind!
But, one last thing....
Don't get too close to him.
You were on the brink of insanity itself, its claws just barely in your reach. How? How could someone like an animatronic bear in a stereotypical pizzeria push you to that limit?
You didn't know. It was as if the curse of the pizzeria began to corrupt your soul. Maybe it has, though you weren't one to strongly believe ghost stories. However, Troy made you believe anything and everything that had happened and will happen.
You spent your morning 'guarding' the mangled scraps that considers you her rival to Troy's heart. It wasn't your fault that Troy was so captivated by you, although someone having a crush on you sounds impossible. Nothing extraordinary popped up besides Mangle feeling uneasy and constantly teasing you whenever she can. Her teasing stopped when one of the kids threw Mangle's head next to your leg; she tried to bite your ankle, but Troy sent her a paralyzing glare that even made you shiver.
You were currently sitting in your decent (f/c) car, music jamming on half volume and your dull (h/c) locks fanned out in your seat. If anyone passed by you and looked inside your window, they'll automatically call the police. A stained yet empty cardboard pizza box resided in the seat next to you that Holly gave you earlier. Your (e/c) orbs drained from life which made you look like a zombie with pale skin, or just sleeping after an exhausting day with your eyes open. Both situations sounds disturbing either way.
Your location? In front of Freddy Fazbear's.
You might as well change your address to this place, it's all you can even think about. Speaking of jokes, the current time on your car monitor is 11:48PM. You aren't looking forward to the third night; Colin's warning, Troy's warning, Phone Guy's warning, it's plenty of info that the third night is a drag to any of the night guards. You envied Fritz Smith, the guy who got fired. You wanted to get fired too, it sounds more relieving. Though, you couldn't. Troy has gotten a serious hook on you that's getting a good grip on your heart.
A knock on your car door made your heart skip a beat. You shifted and outside the stained barrier you call glass stood Holly herself. You grunted and rolled down the window to reveal Holly's boiling expression, but it softened when she noticed your eyes.
"(Y/N), I told you to take a break and rest! You told me you were fine! Now look at you! What happened?" Holly lectured you and you gulped, feeling a slight headache coming up.
"The night shift... isn't that easy as it seems. I'm not the type to stay up late and I think it's getting to me..." you lied smoothly, but Holly's white face scrunched up in outrage. "That's it, get out of the car. I'm joining you in this night shift. You can sleep while I watch the cameras so Boss doesn't think anything's wrong." She opened your car door and pulled you out. She was eager to join you, you on the other hand, aren't.
Your heart pounded in fear, unsure of what Troy would think. Troy wasn't the only problem, the Originals are going to be up and active this night and you have no idea how to encounter them and neither does Holly. Only this time, you were glad that Troy and his followers sided to protect you. Will they protect Holly? You weren't sure.
"H-Holly, I'm fine! You don't need to join me, it's an easy shift!" You tried to reason as she dragged you inside the establishment. You felt it, the eyes that only fueled your fear even more. Holly held a tight grip on your wrist that red marks were starting to spread, most of your blood most likely blocked from reaching your palms. You both entered the Office and she sat you down on the only swivel chair there was.
"(Y/N), you're my friend! I've got your back!" You wanted to cry out of fear, not wanting her to be here with you. The phone buzzed and Holly automatically clicked play.
The phone call was the only sound that you could hear echoing in your mind. He was speaking about Mangle's origins, which was surprisingly depressing to hear.
After the call ended, you were at the edge of your seat, shaking. Every little noise you hear would make you jump, however, Holly wasn't fazed. An hour into your shift and nothing surprisingly happened. Until, an earth-shattering crash disturbed the atmosphere of dread. You shrieked and covered your face with your arms. Holly huffed in confusion and flashed the corridor. "I'll go check it out, stay here okay? I'll protect you!" You couldn't stop her, she has already left with the flashlight in her hand.
That's when you cried. You were too afraid. You covered your eyes, worried that the leaking of tears will be too much. You felt an imitating presence looming over you. You felt your heart stop, but it didn't stop you from sobbing.
You felt them gently remove your hands and wiping away your salty tears with their thumbs. Your eyes are blurry from crying, though you could see the haunting figure of Troy. "Hang in there, princess. Just two more nights and you'll get used to it." You felt his soft lips pressed against your forehead, leaving behind a fluttery kiss. You were too drained to even make a reaction.
"No matter how much you hate me, I promise to protect you, (Y/N). You love me, it's that you're too stubborn to see." You closed your eyes, pondering. What was the point? Maybe, you do love him. Or were you already ready to give in so easily?
"What's the point, you've got me. I'm all yours. I have nothing else to fight for, Troy." It was true. Your happiness is gone, and without happiness, what's the point? You couldn't fight for happiness either way, the contract you signed took it from you.
You could practically feel Troy's lips twitch. To a smug grin, frown, poker? You couldn't tell.
"(Y/N), don't say that! Where's the determined and kind lady that I first met!"
"Not here. She's long gone." You casually told Troy. His reaction wasn't anything of what you were expecting; Troy's eyes were filled with fear, and for the first time. His look quickly got replaced with a stern one. Troy heaved you off your seat.
"No, you're not gone. (Y/N), you're still there. You're just blanketing yourself with guilt. C'mon, we've got an orb to protect." You shook your head before locking your hand on the Freddy mask and locking the other hand with Troy's. The both of you strolled down the shrouded corridor. This wasn't a problem for Troy, but it was for you, especially since Holly took the flashlight.
"Troy, Holly's here with me," you warned.
"I know that, I saw her walk by to where the crash was."
"What even was the crash?"
"I don't know, sounds like it's from the kitchen."
"Can we go check?!"
Troy huffed and led you down the Main Hall and past the Show Stage. The kitchen was hidden in the corner, slightly agape. It was open enough to hear the banging of pots and pans. Troy gave you a swift look before stalking ahead. You gripped on his arm, following behind. What could it be? One of the Originals? How did they get so far to the kitchen if Toy Bonnie was still on stage monitoring?
Troy kicked the door open, revealing a shocked Mangle. She wasn't the one the surprised you. It was the fact that she is currently shoving knives and pans into her animatronic self to become bigger.
"Mangle! Stop causing such a ruckus! You probably already waked them up!" Troy crossed his arms at Mangle who only yelped and scurried past the exit, accidentally cutting your shoulder. When she left, the same knife that managed to slice your skin fell to the floor. Troy picked it up and placed it in his back pocket, not caring to wipe away the small amount of blood.
"Holly's not here, let's check somewhere else then," he pointed out, which made you sigh before following Troy again. "She went to investigate the noise, so she's probably somewhere nearby."
"The only place nearby besides the Show Stage is Kid's Cove. I doubt she'll be there." You shrugged, "Who knows?" The tension grew and grew the more you neared Kid's Cove. You didn't like the building of the atmosphere. Troy approached the entrance of the Cove, but refused to peek in.
It was quiet. Too quiet. Way too quiet for it being the third night when the Originals are up and activated. That's when you smelled something. Something unpleasant. It made you gag.
"W-what is that smell?!" You asked, but whatever it was, you didn't like it. Troy peeked in, his oceanic orbs shrinking into dots, sweat rolled down his forehead. Due to curiosity, you tiptoed behind Troy and peeked over, instantly regretting it.
There was a man, a purple man. His hair is of a messy lilac with withered bunny ears sprouting from underneath. He is wearing a vest and a shredded red bow tie. His arm appeared to be ripped off, equivalent to his face. What's worse is the person laying on the floor. Holly. She didn't look too good. She was drowning in a pool of her own blood with her tongue and eyes ripped out. Her throat showed signs of being strangled, though it was if the person had trouble doing that. Looking back to the strange purple man, you realized he was coated with Holly's blood. You knew exactly who this man was, he was a part of your childhood after all.
But the surprise didn't stop there.
Bonnie rested one of his metallic fingers on his chin, tilting his head at the both of you. You weren't expecting words out of him, but he did say something.
"It's funny how dumb you are."