𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐚𝗺! 𝐈𝗺𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

[So-Called Father] Freddy x reader

@SimpingCurrently requested:
Basically Freddy and reader and shopping and having a grand old time. But Freddy spots his birth father and starts having a mental breakdown and reader has to calm him down

a/n: I think I might have some dyslexia because I think I'm writing a word right and then after rechecking it over and over again I realize it's a different word. again, not sure, but I think that's why there's been a lot of grammar mistakes in my writing.

[angst to fluff]

"What do you think," you asked. "This," you held up a shirt. "Or this?" And you held up another shirt.

"The one that makes you most comfortable? I don't know, I'm not into this sorta fashion stuff." Freddy laughed. "Freddy, just say which one you would like more on me." You said.

Freddy paused for a second, looking at both shirts. "Well.. you'd look pretty cute in the first one." Freddy flushed. "Same! You must be a mind reader!" You teased, hanging up the other one.

"So," you said as you stood in line with your new shirt and clothes in hand. "Should we go get some food first, or go to the gaming store?" You asked. "I'm starving, let's go eat lunch." Freddy whined, holding onto your hand. "Alright, alright.." you chuckled softly.

You went through self checkout and you walked out into the outdoor mall. You held hands with Freddy the whole time, even though you had to walk a lot slower. That was okay for you though, you were patient enough, and Freddy was pleased with that.

"I can carry your bag, if you want." Freddy suggested. "What a gentleman." You teased. "Sure." You handed him the small bag, putting it on his shoulders.

He stared at you as he walked. He didn't need to pay attention to where he was going anyway, you were leading him around.

This whole outdoor mall thing was a date, and you two have done so much already. First, you two went to the movies and saw an incredibly bad movie, laughing your heads off the whole time. Then, after that you two just wandered around any cool looking store. You then went to a candy shop and bought an embarrassing amount of candy. Now you both just finished shopping for new clothes, Freddy getting more superhero themed clothes while you got a variety of different styles.

So far, this date was really fun. Even though, Freddy sometimes wondered if you were embarrassed to be seen with him in public, especially in such an intimate way like holding hands. But looking at your face right now, seeing your eyes glisten with excitement and the wide smile resting on your face, he couldn't help but feel at home.

You both walked into some fast food place. "I heard from a friend this place is pretty good, it's just a small business sort of thing." You explained. "Nice, it's been a while since I went out to eat, and thankfully, I got some good dessert." Freddy winked.

You rolled your eyes. "Freddy, you're such a dork." You stated, ruffling his hair. You stood in the front of the line, Freddy getting all clingy now. "I'm you're dork." He whispered into your ear, making you giggle in embarrassment. "Not in public Freds.. sorry, um, can I have the (meal) please?"

"Yes."

Freddy continued to stare at your face, and you gave him a side glance. "Freds, pick something to eat." You said. "Right right, sorry, uh, let's see, I'll get a— uh.." Freddy looked at the menu, but his eyes immediately shot to the tall man working at the register.

Every muscle in his body stiffened, his stomach twisted into a knot, and he suddenly felt like throwing up. There, stood a tall, muscular man, and his eyes were dull, just how Freddy remembered.

It was his dad. His actual dad.

"You really think Superman is gonna save you?" His dad asked, while young Freddy kept his eyes glued to the television, Superman being the only reason he wasn't crying. "Well he ain't kid, you live in this shit hole with me. No wonder why your mother left." He scoffed.

Freddy bit his bottom lip, trying his best not to cry. He wished he could be like Superman, kick his dad's butt and just fly away. "Hey, hey! Are you fucking listening?!" His father shouted, grabbing Freddy by the shirt and yanking him up. Freddy screamed and cried, trying to wiggle free. "You can't run anywhere," his father kicked his crutch away. Freddy was forced to look at him, his eyes widening in fear.

"I'll teach you not to be a disrespectful cry baby."

That was only one memory, but every single one flashed before Freddy's eyes, each memory making him want to cry in fear. This man— Freddy's father stared at Freddy, as if he knew it was his son.

His father's eyes widened in realization. "Frederick?"

A whimper escaped Freddy's mouth, he didn't mean to do that, but it was just his knee jerk reaction. Freddy stumbled backwards.

"We— I gotta— I have to get out of here.." Freddy started panting, like the room was closing in on him. "Freddy? Why, what's wrong?" You questioned, now fully concerned for Freddy.

Freddy glanced between you, and his father, the sudden realization that he could hurt you. Freddy grabbed your wrist forcefully. "Don't— we have to get away, go, let's go." Freddy demanded, pulling you out of there as if his father would start chasing you two.

Though he just stood there, and watched.

You two kept walking until Freddy's legs couldn't take it anymore, and you both sat at the park. Freddy sat down on the wet grass under a tree, while you stood up and panted for air. There was no one else there, everyone hanging out at the outdoor mall.

"Freddy, what was that? What just happened? Are you okay?" You asked, crouching down near Freddy. "You know what? No, it wasn't okay." His voice cracked, and his breathing getting faster.

You grabbed his shoulders, afraid he might be having a panic attack. "Freddy, Freddy, look at me." You instructed. He looked at you, tears welling up in his eyes before they started dumping out, and his breathing quickened.

"Freddy, tell me five things you see, okay? Can you do that Freddy?" You asked. Freddy nodded, almost choking over his fast breathing.

"I— I see you.. and a tree, there's a bench, a bird, a plane, and Superman.." Freddy joked slightly, making you a bit relieved. "Good.. now, tell me what you hear." You instructed. "I hear a— your voice, and I can hear dogs, a—and kids.." Freddy explained.

You went through each sense with him, until his breathing had calm down, but he was still crying.

"Freddy," you said softly, hugging Freddy's side. "Will you tell me what happened?" You whispered. Freddy hiccuped in response, his head lowering.

"Th— that guy.. he was my father, my birthing father.. he— he did so much shit—! He would beat me, and emotionally abuse me! An— and... fuck.." Freddy sobbed, his voice quivering. "It was so many years ago and he still fucking haunts me!" Freddy shouted, not at you, but at himself.

Your grip around him tightened, and you started to wipe his tears away, even though they kept coming out. "It's alright.. just let it all out, I'm here." You spoke gently, and Freddy couldn't help but sob even more.

He slammed his face into your shoulder, hiding himself away in your arms. He was safe, you were safe, as long as you were here, Freddy will be okay.