Warning: If you can't handle mentions of abuse, this story is not for you.
Your alarm went off, blaring loudly.
"Five more minutes."
You rolled to the other side of the bed. The alarm ringed in your ear, no matter how many times you put the pillow over your head.
Finally, frustrated about the alarm, you threw the pillow at the alarm. It fell, shattering into millions of tiny pieces.
You picked yourself off the bed, moaning in pain. The bruises were fresh and open. You were covered from head to toe. You slowly crept to the bathroom, using the walls to stabilize your walk.
You shivered as the first warm drop hit your skin. You took a quick shower and brushed your teeth. Looking into the mirror, you saw yourself. You would have to use makeup to cover up, not wanting to get in trouble.
You had lots of concealer, thanks to your parents. You quickly conceal every bruise you could reach. You had long red lashes on your back from a belt that you couldn't conceal. You didn't need to cover them up.
After all, you didn't change with all the other girls.
You threw on a black tank top that had a skull on it and dark blue ripped blue jeans. You contemplate dying your hair some unusual color like purple or blue. But you shot it down from your mind.
Making sure to grab your dog tags, leather jacket, and black combat boots, you go downstairs. People thought that you were a punk. You weren't really a punk. You kinda of dress like it and your attitude need some work.
Your dear family were sitting at the table, talking and laughing. Your blank expression turned into a scowl. They were so happy without you. You hated them. Look at them, so perfect. It made you want to throw up.
Your brother visited sometimes, depending on the situation. Last night, you heard your mom talking on the phone with him.
"Casey, we have a problem."
You knew exactly who she was talking about. You. She would have late night conversations with your brother, discussing your behavior.
"Honestly, she's become more bothersome. I got a call from the school, telling me she got into a fight. The other girl was badly injured."
That wasn't true. The girl provoke you, pushing you around and insulting you. You had had enough of it, pushing her to the ground. The principal came, asking if the girl was okay.
The girl said that you were being violent, trying to fight her. People who had seen what happen, said that you started it.
"I don't know, Casey. I don't know anymore."
She still tried acting like she cared about you. She gave up on you as soon as you got into middle school. You had those scars and bruises from her.
You went up to your room, trying to go to bed. Your father came up, giving the occasional beating for you. It was quick and fast. He left your there, writhed in pain.
End of Flashback
Casey was the only one who seemed to care at all. He was a aspiring surgeon. In just his second year in med school, he was passing with flying colors. He had also proposed to his girlfriend of five years on their anniversary.
Then there was your sister, Sheila. She was older by a year. You didn't like her. You had told her about your crush on a boy. Guess what she did? She sleep with the guy in your very bed. You had thought she cared. But in reality, she didn't.
You had a younger sister, Brianna. She was a brat. She always wrecked havoc on your stuff. No matter how many times you told your parents, they would simply ignore you. They scolded you if you tried to do anything.
Your lovely parents were so lovely. After struggling for years, your dad started a company that boomed. You guys had bought a new house and they spent less time with you. They became more colder and venomous to you.
You hated your life. You hated it so much.
This story has drawn inspiration from Hunger Games, Red Queen, and other dystopian books. This is also on FanFiction. You can check my Fanfiction out from the same username. I've been meaning to do stuff on Devianart. So here it is.
The sun beats down on me, forcing sweat beads on my forehead. Everyone was doing their morning rounds like any other day, not wanting to upset the guards.
"You there, halt," a sentinel said. Chills ran down my spine. My breath hitched. Was he talking to me? He was, instead, looking ahead at a child.
He turned his head up, slightly.
"Yes, sir?" He said with a sound as silent as a whisper.
"You have disrespected the honorary guards. And you have dirtied clothes. No manners at all," he said with a cruel smile.
"But...there is no dust, sir."
"You dare talk back to me," he yelled, spitting on the child's face. He backhanded him, making him crumple into a heap. He deliver a swift kick to his chest.
The other guards laughed at the mere child's misfortune. You could not fight back or else you will face certain death.
The guards cleared, leaving the child slumped down in his pool of blood. There is nothing left we could do for him. This was just a remainder that they have total control.
The market was crowded with people. That meant one thing. Today was Friday.
I hate Fridays. It makes the village crowded in the summer heat. I hide in the shade, eyes shifted back and forth, waiting for my prey.
I walk into the crowd, my hands doing the movement. Some bills from a man's wallet, a woman's pearls, a boy's wristwatch, and a girl's ruby necklace. Easy stuff to snatch.
A cannon goes off from the distance. Two armies clash, bloodshed befall both. The government needs to fuel the war. So they use us, people, who weren't extraordinary.
We were worthless. Meaningless. I felt rage against the government. Who did they think they were?
Human!FNAF X Neglected and Bullied!Reader
This fic will have lots of language, potential violence, mentions of neglect, bullying, abuse, and suicide. Turn your back now if you can't handle mature themes like these.
(h/l) = hair length
(h/c) = hair color
(y/n) = your name
"Happy birthday to you, birthday girl. Do you have a wish," a light blue eyed animatronic bear with a black bow tie and a black top hat asked.
"Yes. But it's a secret," a little girl with (h/l) (h/c) hair said.
"You can tell me anything."
"Sorry, Freddy. I can't tell you."
"Why can't you tell me?"
"Because I can't."
Going back and forward with Freddy cause a tickling war, ending with both of you laughing.
"You have defeated me, young girl. You are bright at this age."
"You make me laugh all the time. You're such a great friend to have."
She launched herself onto Freddy, hugging him tightly.
"You're going to be always there for me through thick and thin, right?"
"Anything for you, (y/n), anything for you."
"I can smell cake."
The girl rushed down the hallway, following the scent with the bear tagging along.
A bright yellow animatronic chicken with a bib that said "Let's Eat!!!" was taking out something from the oven.
"What are you doing?"
"Baking your birthday cake."
"It looks awesome."
It was a three tiered cake. On the bottom was multi colored gumdrops arrayed in different patterns, forming pictures of flowers and snowmen. On the middle was a game controller that had different colors of frosting. It had sprinkles sprinkled all over. On the top were 5 candles.
You grab Chica into a bear hug.
"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. You don't know how special this is to me."
Freddy appeared in the doorway alongside Bonnie.
"Can you play me a song on your guitar?"
Bonnie did Happy Birthday on his guitar, nailing every single note. He sang beautifully like a song bird. You giggled.
When he ended, you gave him a hug. Releasing from the hug, you gave him a toothy smile.
"I'm going to Pirate Cove to see Foxy."
While you had been with the other animatronics, Foxy had a show for all the kids who were there for the party. When he was done, he went back to bed.
"Foxy, Foxy, Foxy!!!"
"What do ye want, lass?"
"I want to play pirate."
"I don't know about that."
"Cause I'm tired."
"Please one round."
"Please for me."
"Please with a cherry on top."
"Doesn't work for me, lass. Ye going to have to try harder than that."
"Please, Foxy, just one game."
"For the last time, no."
You gave him big puppy eyes and a pout.
"Lass, ye can stop that. Not going to work on me this time."
You still stood there, begging him.
You didn't respond.
"Fine. Just this once."
"Ye scurvy dog. Ye will walk the plank!"
Foxy pushed you with his hook, making sure not to slice you. You were on the edge of Pirate Cove, pretending beneath it was the ocean full of hungry sharks.
"Any last words, ye landlubber."
"You might want to watch out."
You pulled out your wooden sword, slashing at the captain.
"Two can play at that game."
Foxy pulled his sword, blocking your attacks. It was a titanic power struggle between the two of you.
You knew Foxy's weak spot. You started tickling his neck.
"Heheehee. Stop that or else."
"Or else, ye-"
He fell into a pile of laughter, not able to contain it. You point your wooden sword at him.
"I believe I did it fair and square."
"Keep telling ye self that."
"Come on, Foxy. We need to get cake."
"I don't know, (y/n). I don't think they like me."
"If they're not nice to you, I'll give them a piece of my mind."
You dragged Foxy against his will to the kitchen, where Bonnie, Chica, and Freddy were waiting.
"I want cake now."
"I don't know (y/n). The cake might be a lie," Foxy said.
"How dare you. My cakes are never a lie," Chica said, glaring at Foxy.
"I just want cake. No matter if the cake is a lie," Bonnie said.
"Cut the chatter. (Y/n) needs to blow out the candles," Freddy said.
Chica set the cake in front of you.
"Make a wish," Bonnie said to you, grinning like a mad man.
I wish that this day will never be over and that they'll be there for me during rough times.
You blew out the candles, smiling. Chica gave you a huge slice of cake, while all the rest got smaller sizes.
"Why does she get more cake?" Bonnie whined.
"It's her birthday, ye idiot," Foxy replied.
"See, Bonnie. Just wait until it's your birthday then you'll get lots of cake. That's if Chica even bakes you a cake."
You took a large bite of the cake, enjoying the chewy goodness. You heard someone calling your name.
"I have to go. I'll see you guys soon."
You ran to your parents who were with your older brother and sister.
"Where were you? We were so worried," your mom said.
"I was with my best friends in the entire world."
"Let's go home now. I have to get to work soon," your dad said.
As you exited the pizzeria, you look back at it. You could have sworn that all four of them were waving at you. So, you waved back.
"Who are you waving to?" your brother asked.
"Freddy, Foxy, Bonnie, and Chica."
"Those losers. You're such a kid. Your friends suck. Are you going to cry now, little baby?" your sister taunted you.
"They are my friends. Nothing you say will ever change that."