((A/N: Okay, so I was in the middle on writing this chapter last night, and I wasn't sure I should've waited a few more days to post it or just simply post it today. I thought about it almost the entire day at school, then I said, "Eh, why not just give it to them today instead of making them wait?". So that's what I'm doing! You're welcome for the UN-long wait this time. c; <33 But I just have to say one thing, I'm sorry if this chapter seems a bit cheesy and short. ;-; I mean, I literally wrote this all in one night last night. (And yes, I'm serious too. That's some tough shit right there man, ya know? It's not as easy as it looks...trust me... ))
(June 24, XXXX)
(Reader's POV)
It's morning. I hear the clock bells ringing. And children's laughter and joyful screamings in the air. I smell fresh, delicious pizza that just came out of the oven.
"Wake up, (Name)..." a voice whispers in my ear in a singy-songy tone and chuckled evilly. "You're here to help me persuade these kids into the back room. Come now, please, we don't have all day, dearest.~"
I open my eyes. Only to see a purple man standing over me on the black and white checkered tiled floor. He wore a purple night guard uniform, and there was a yellow badge on his chest. He gave me this terrifying sinister grin. Like he was about to murder someone. His bright, white glowing eyes are staring down at me.
"WAKE UP, DAMMIT!" he screams.
I scream, too. And sit bolt upright in my bed. I look around the room, shaking in fear. But to my relief, there's no one here. No purple psycho man. No children. I'm not at the pizzeria. I'm in my grandparents house. In their guest room.
Calm down, (Name)... I try to tell myself, It was only a dream.
I take deep breaths, trying to slow my now hammering heart, to still my trembling hands. It's the Effexor pills again. I took more than I should've. Again. I've really got to dial the dosage back. The sadness is bad, but a really tall purple madman as a night guard is no joke, either.
Gray morning slants through my window.
What time is it anyway? I wondered. How much sleep did I even get?
I reach over to the nightstand for my watch.
11:45AM. Not that bad I guess. Five hours of sleep won't kill me, right? I hope, at least.
I begin to stretch as I kick the covers off my body. Just as I'm about to get out of bed, my phone goes off. I fumble around for that, then I look at the ID through bleary eyes. I didn't recognize the number at first.
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Human!FNAF x Depressed!Reader (ON HOLD)
Fanfiction(First Name) (Last Name) is on the edge. She's angry at her father for leaving when she was eight years old, angry at her mother for not being able to cope, and brokenhearted by the loss of her little sister, Annie. Rage and grief are emotionally...
