Foxy x Reader Part 4 (Five Nights at Freddy's)

“Foxy, I have to go! Let me get up!” You giggled, trying to pull yourself up from his lap. You wasn’t quite sure how you two got into this position. You had reached for the pink cupcake and Foxy pulled you into his lap, falling back in the process.

“Never, lassie.” He growled, close to your ear. You shivered and he finally let go, satisfied. You stood up and took a drink of your soda, then turned and, giving a small kiss to Foxy’s cheek, exited out the back door.

You leaned against the door in your bedroom, your fingertips to your lips. Did you really kiss his cheek? Wait, did he even have a cheek? You shook your head. Stop trying to change the subject, brain.

    You got ready for bed, and, getting a light blue nightgown on, slipped into bed and snuggled up to a pillow, pretending it was Foxy....

    You bolted up in bed at the thought of it being Foxy. What was you thinking? Were you seriously falling in love with him? For God's sake (y/n) he was an animatronic fox! But, your heart knew what it wanted. And what it wanted was Foxy.

    You hugged the pillow to your body and fell over sideways onto the bed, pinching your eyes shut. You didn't want to go back to that damned pizzeria, but you wanted to see Foxy again. Being with him made you forget about the crazed animatronics that wanted to stuff you into a suit and kill you. It was amazing what one emotion could do.

    The more you thought of Foxy, the more you seemed to drift off to sleep. You tried to stay awake, but the nagging sense in the back of your head took over, and you gave up. Within a few minutes you was asleep.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N) wake up!" Your mother's voice yelled into your ear. You rolled over, and off of the couch.

"Mom, what am I doing in the living room?" You asked, pulling yourself off the floor. She pointed at the tv in horror.

"Oh (y/n) it's just awful! The pizzeria is on fire!" She told you. This caused you to bolt up and stare at the live coverage of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria burning down. You screamed.

"FOXY!" You ran out of the house in your bare feet and nightgown, racing towards the pizzeria. Foxy had to be alright! He wouldn't burn with the pizzeria, would he? No, don't think that. He'll surely make it!

    You huffed, trying to sprint but still retain energy. Your lungs hurt, but you could see the smoke rising into the air. Just a little longer, Foxy. You thought. Then you'll be alright.

    You saw the firefighters trying to put out the now massive fire. We're the animatronics alright? Or were they still trapped inside? You tried to run inside, but a man held you back.

"It's dangerous, stay back!" He yelled at you. You broke free and ran towards the pizzeria, but your throat closed up and your heart stopped.

    The pizzeria collapsed to the ground.

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"FOXY!"