•your dead emerald eyes●《Chris Afton x reader fanfic》 ¤▪︎female▪︎¤

~Chapter 22~

Id never really watched Disney movies before, it was nice, like i was having my childhood all over again. Id never heard of half of them before: frozen? Cars? Id obviously heard of like Cinderella and beauty and the beast but not the Disney original ones. They were all really fun to watch too. I layed with my head in Chris's lap and Chris stroked and messed with my hair, to the left of us Eli was leaning on Freddy's shoulder and to the right bonnie was layed on top of foxy, Chica sat on the floor -with the little boy who i had learned was chicas cupcake carl- sat on her lap. 

Once we had finished all of the food and the movies we all stretched and sat up.

"Now what should we do?" Chica asks excitedly, everyone par Eli sighs.

"I thinks we should sleep, we're all really tired we have literally been watching films for a whole ass day" Foxy throws in and i nod in agreement.

Once we'd all agreed on sleeping arrangements we all fell asleep, i cuddle closer into Chris's chest, i doubt he'd fall asleep so i decided i wanted to get to know him a bit more.

"Chris?" I whisper very aware that most people wanted to sleep.

"Hmm?"

"I want to get to know you a bit more, can i ask some questions????" I whisper in a puppy voice, Chris sighs but agrees.

"Sure, what do you want to know, love?" I smile and think for a bit.

"Lets start with something simple, What is your favourite animal?" Chris chuckles.

"Fetch"

"Ok, so a dog, got it" i say with a laugh. Chris starts braiding my hair as i think of more questions. I asked questions for most of the night before i succumbed to the depths of sleep.

CHRIS POV

She asked a lot of questions i think with a chuckle, she was definitely curios, she did ask me how i died. I ended up telling her that mikes friends had done a prank that went wrong, they'd stuffed me into Fredbear mouth. I didn't want her to hate mike, not when he was just starting to forgive himself. I look around at everyone sleeping and then back down at Y/N. she'd taken her hair down and it was now messy and knotted, i laugh quietly at the sight. In this moment right now i feel like nothing can come between us and nothing will go wrong, but then again we were the Aftons... nothing ever goes our way.

??? POV

"Hes in our sight now sir."

"Good, knock him out and bring him, do not let him know your there, remember hes a dead AFTON"

"Yes, sir"

Y/N POV

I woke to the gentle sun on my face i smile happily as i remember the night before and spending it with Chris and my friends. That leads me to realise that Chris is not beside me. I get out of the makeshift bed and walk through the west corridor into the hall with the stage and tables and chairs then into the kitchen. Chris isn't there either, perhaps he went for a walk. I decide to make pancakes for everyone for when they woke up. I grab the ingredients and the bowl then i hum and dance around the kitchen making pancakes.

An hour later and everyone was awake, i was starting to worry, where is he? I didnt want to worry too much as i did already know that he was dead and couldnt die again. maybe someone else had seen him?

"Has anyone else seen chris this morning?" I ask the table where everyone was sat. Freddy, Foxy and chica shake their heads

"No, maybe he went home?" Liz says and carrys on eating. I nod but i still had an uneasy feeling, i decide that ill finish my brekfast then message clara to see if he had gone home for some random reason.

I had finished washing the dishes and everone else was playing a board game and giggling i watch from the couch and smile, I remember that i needed to text clara.

(Hey Clara, Did chris come home by any chance during last night?)

(no, I cant say he did dear, Why?)

Once i had read the message i freeze. Where is he?! he looks like a normal teenage boy, so possibility hes been kidnaped is there, he could have been hurt and left or worse. no. im overthinking, he'll come through the door in a minute smiling like normal and everything will be fine.

He didn't.