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Third Person POV~ It had been a few months since the animatronics forced-sorry, 'asked' (y/n) to stay in the pizzeria just to keep an eye on her. In that timespan, as embarrassing as it was, she had gained a crush on Bonnie. Not a small crush-more of a 'oh god I'm head-over-heels in love' kind of crush. And she had absolutely no idea what to do about it. Not to mention the overprotective humanized Chica pretty much monitoring him 24/7. Your POV~ I sighed as I watched poor Bonnie get stalked by Chica AGAIN. And I couldn't do anything about it. If I tried, I'd be dead and cooked into pizza. Not that I'd complain about that, but Freddy would,  

Reader's POV~ It's been about two months since I was "moved" into the pizzeria. I'll admit, it hasn't been so bad. Minus the death threats from Chica. The first time I went near Bonnie, she threatened to poison me, cut my limbs off, and turn me into a pizza. Lately though, the threats have been less...well...threatening! The last one I got, she only threatened to stuff me in a sack 'till I couldn't breathe anymore. What? It's less brutal than most of her threats! I've also noticed she's stalki-er,  following" the purple bunny-man less and less, and  following" me more and more. It's been getting slightly creepy. I see why Bonnie was so nervo

Boo's POV~ I sighed as I stared at my closet door, remembering when I first followed Kitty into the Monster World. But that was a long time ago. It's been 10 years since I last saw Kitty...or, that's what I called him anyway. I doubt he even remembers me. But I still remember. I'll always remember. It'd be nice if I could see him again. But, I doubt that'd ever happen. I still remember when he left. All of a sudden, I saw the doorknob on the closet turn, and the door slowly swing open. And a familiar blue head popped through. "...Kitty?"

Reader's POV~ It's been a couple months since I first took my job here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, and I'll admit, it hasn't been too bad. Though, Freddy wasn't joking when he said I would be staying. He somehow convinced the manager to let me take the day job too! I mean, how the HELL is that even-then again, being threatened by a killer robot might have had something to do with it. Well, I'm pretty sure he wasn't threatened too badly... *Le Flashback* "GIVE HER THE JOB OR I'LL CUT OFF YOUR LIMBS, SLIT YOUR THROAT, AND *deemed too gory for readers*, YOU GOT THAT?!" "AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I GET IT!" *Le Flashback End* I take it back.

Reader's POV~ It's been a couple months since I first got my job here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, and I'll admit, my life's been getting better ever since. I mean, the first day I stayed at Freddy Fazbear's, my stepdad panicked and started posting flyers everywhere about me going missing. I had to go explain what was going on. Of course, I never mentioned the fact I would be staying with a bunch of hot men. I  told him I'd be getting an apartment on my own. He allowed that, as long as I visited from time to time. And I did. The first thing that got better: my mom started being nicer to me! I mean, she'd still act cold from time to time, b

Foxy's POV~ I stared at the girl-(y/n)-who claimed she was the nightguard. She IS wearing the uniform, but you never know. I glanced at Bonnie, who also seemed to be puzzled. I looked back at (y/n). "Are ye really the nightguard lass?" I asked, and she rolled her eyes. "Um, yeah. Why are YOU guys here?" she asked, her (e/c) eyes narrowing. "We work here!" Bonnie exclaimed, and I facepalmed. Seriously Bonnie? I shook my head and faced the lass. "Ye see lass, the real reason be...well, ye gotta promise you'll believe me. Ye promise?" I said, and (y/n) nodded, raising an eyebrow. "Well, ye see, we're the animatronics. I be Foxy, and that's

Freddy's POV~ I walked towards the backstage, still trying to process what the nightguard-I mean (y/n) had said. What did she mean when she said she had nothing to live for? I pondered this as I opened the door to the backstage, only to be greeted by- "SCREEEEEEEEE-" "GODAMNIT FOXY YOU RAN OVER FREDDY!!!!" "No I didn't Bon-Oh, sorry Captain!" I groaned as I stood up, dusting off my clothes and adjusting my top hat. I glanced at the purple-haired male sitting on one of the chairs through the door. I sighed, and faced Foxy, who was chuckling nervously. "S-sorry Captain...Hehe.." he muttered, backing away slowly. I shook my head and reassu

Reader's POV~ I walked to my new job, at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. To be specific, I was to be the night guard. I know a lot of you are probably wondering why I would take the night shift. I'll make it simple for ya. I wanna die. Yeah, you heard me right. Ever since my dad died, my mom started drinking a lot, and she'd start abusing. Sure, she only spoke words, but they hurt. Especially since they were coming from my mother. She eventually remarried, but my stepdad was just as kind as my real father. That's what I loved about him. At this point though, I didn't care. I didn't even tell either of them what job i had gotten. I knew (stepdad