.={The Cards Are In Nobody's Favor..}=. a CTW Freddy X Reader! (OLD ASF)

[You're Not Welcome 'Round Here..] {3}

[TW FOR: Transphobia, Torture, and Detailed death.]

[Y/D/N=Dead Name....]
{You can use any name you want, as long as you are COMFORTABLE with it..}

[Now, into the story, my dear readers..]

It's cold...

I was wrapped in like... two blankets.. so why that fuck am I sorta cold?

I shuffled slightly, finding my sleeping space to be invaded... Slowly my eyes would open, finding myself in a slightly uncomfortable metal box..? A fan made a constant, yet somehow, comfortable whirring. 

"...What..?" I mumbled, shuffled myself to sit up. Suddenly, a voice spoke, FREDDY'S voice spoke. 

"Good morning, [Y/N]! Sleep well..?~" His voice echoed, but it was as if he was still close by. "Alright.. Speak up, why am I in here..?" I huffed in slight annoyance, awaiting an answer. Freddy chuckled awkwardly before he replied, "Well.. It's a long story.. But for once no ill intentions were my reasonings.." He half-mumbled, although he did mean it. "Well, tell me then.- Erm.. Please..." I mumbled, hearing a fan whirr faster then before. 'Weird..' I mentally noted that.. "Well, since you a-asked so nicely!~" He sounded like his voice wavered ever so slightly.. just for a moment. "I don't see why I can't tell you..~" He hummed, making the metal walls vibrate from his voice. 

"Freddy.. First off, Where am I." I interrupted, making the bear quickly start stammering for a brief moment. "You're- UH well you aren't NOT in a stomach hatch." He replied, if he could sweat, he'd be sweating barrels. I began to get ready to yell, however, his next explanation stopped me dead in my tracks.

"Okay okay! It sounds bad.. REALLLY bad, but I have a veeery good reason Shortcake!" He interrupted, causing me to let out a small sigh before replying. 

"Alright... Tell your story."

"..."

"I'm not saying please, Freddy.." I groaned in annoyance..

"I'm sorry, WHO is in the stomach hatch right now?" He sassed.

". . . PLEASE tell me your story..." I crossed my arms. Not like I could hide my embarrassed face, I was sorta stuck there.. The fan would whirr faster yet again before Freddy spoke yet again.

"Well, it happened this morning.." He huffed, sounding genuinely angry..

No..

He was pissed off.

[RQ! '{}'=Character talking/actions outside of a flashback! It makes my job here much easier to tell the story.]

[Freddy's POV]
{"It was this morning." I felt Freddy lean back into the couch, his arms now crossed.}

My head would lift up, my systems slowly reactivating yet again. I slowly stood, my eyes moving over towards a passed out [Y/N], his hair was completely ruffled up, his clothing shuffled around from him moving in his sleep.

{"I had JUST turned on, and was going to wander around for a bit.. And then there was a knock on the door." He shuffled a bit, trying to get 'comfortable'.}

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

{"Then, someone started to yell. In a loud, and v e r y annoying voice..." He mumbled, seeming like if he had fur, it'd be ruffled, or even standing on its end because of this person.}

"[Y/D/N], we need to talk!" A man yelled from outside the door, trying the door knob a few times. 'It's locked.. Good work, Fresh Meat..' I smirked, proud of such a simple thing that this human had accomplished.