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Human!FNAF X Neglected, Bullied, and Abused!Reader
School's been a sore topic for me ever since I was a child. Back then, my family had struggled to find a job to afford rent. Dad did odd jobs, barely racking up enough.
Kids would tease and bully me for being poor. I used to cry to Mom about how unfair life was. Dad started becoming more determined to get a stable job and show everyone that he could do something right.
Dad worked hours upon hours, designing something. Mom wouldn't let us in the basement. Finally, he was done. His machine was very promising and he decided to get some investors. It took off and sales flew through the roof. We moved out of our tiny apartment and moved into a mansion.
Dad started having meetings more and more as the years went by. Mom is a famous defense attorney. She's involved in many high-profile cases around the country. Mom started working long late hours at the firm. Maids started taking care of us. They were all in it for the money. Some even liked Dad.
Dad started having lipstick marks that were a
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Human!FNAFXReader: A Broken Porcelain Doll
Warning: If you can't handle mentions of abuse, this story is not for you.
Chapter 1
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
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Hopelessness Chapter One: Mistreatment
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 mis
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Human!FNAF X Neglected, Bullied, and Abused!Reader
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
Prologue
"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."
"Why?"
"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 yo
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Hetalia SpainxReader - Stuck In a Box
"Antonio Fernandez Carriedo!"
The Spaniard turned around at the sound of his name being called. His eyes fell upon _____, his best friend for as long as he could remember (excluding Gilbert and Francis, of course). His lips curled up into a happy smile when he saw her-- even though she was glaring daggers at him.
"Hola, bonita," he said with the big grin still on his face. "How have you been?"
"Oh, just fine, thank you," she replied, crossing her arms. There was a razor-sharp edge building in her voice.
"What's the matter, bonita? You okay?"
"Oh, yeah!" She stomped past him angrily, heading inside the house. "Everything's peachy-keen!"
Antonio turned his head in her direction, furrowing his brows. "Bonita?"
_____ stepped into the house where Gilbert and Ludwig (and currently _____) lived, furiously kicking off her shoes after wiping her feet.
"_____! _____!" called a voice frantically from the hallway.
_____ saw Gilbert running toward her with a panicked look on his face.
"What is it,
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Hetalia PrussiaxReader - Stuck In a Box
"_____! _____!"
I turned my head to see my boyfriend, Gilbert Beilschmidt. He was running toward me with his arms flailing in the air.
"What is it, Gil?" I asked.
"Gilbird's gone missing!" he said, panicked.
"Oh, no! Do you want me to help you look for him?" If it were anyone else's pet, I wouldn't have bothered. But it was Gilbird, and he was just so cute that I had to find him-- and he was my boyfriend's bird, after all.
Gil nodded. "Ja, thanks."
So we looked. And looked. And looked. We looked all through Gil's and Ludwig's house and property, but there was no sign of the little bird. After about an hour of searching, Francis and Antonio came bursting through the front door.
"Hola, mis amigos!" shouted the Spaniard.
"Bonjour, our Prussian friend!"
I straightened up from looking under the couch to look at the duo. "Hey, guys. Now might not be a good time to hang out with Gil. Gilbird's missing."
Francis put his hand to his mouth. "Mon Dieu! That's horrible!"
"Anything we can do?" aske
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Hetalia EnglandxReader - Stuck In a Box
"Alfred! Where are we going?!" I said as Alfred pushed me along through his gigantic house.
He snickered. "You'll see~!"
I rolled my eyes.
We arrived at a door, which Alfred opened and shoved me into the room, closing and locking the door. It turns out the room wasn't a room-- it was a closet. It was a small, empty closet, barely able to fit two people.
Wait. Two people. . .
I banged my fist on the door. "Alfred Foster Jones! Get me out of this closet, or so help you, I will--"
Before I could say any more, the door opened and Arthur was pushed in. The door closed, pushing Arthur closer to me. I could see his emerald green eyes staring at me through the darkness. My face heated up, and I felt his heat up as well.
"Ah. . . Arthur. . ."
"Oh, _____," he muttered. "H-Hello, love. . ."
"Um. . . Did Alfred drag you in here, too?"
He nodded. "Yes. He didn't even bother explaining to me why."
"Ah. . ."
He didn't know, but I did. Alfred knew about my crush on Arthur; he probably thought t
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Hetalia GermanyxReader - Stuck In a Box
"Ugh," groaned Gilbert as he downed the rest of his drink. "I'm so bored!"
"Well, this is your party, mon ami," chided his best friend Francis. "We should do something entertaining."
"Oh! I know!" said Gilbert's other best friend, Antonio. "Let's play Hide-and-Seek!"
"Good idea!" Gilbert climbed onto a tabletop. "Everybody! I've got a cure for all of your boredom! We'll play Hide-and-Seek!"
_____, hearing her friend's announcement, put down her drink and smiled. "That sounds like fun!"
"Seriously?" said her boyfriend, Ludwig, with a raised eyebrow. "Games are for kleine Kinder."
"C'mon, Luddy!" _____ took his hand, making him blush. "We all need to take time to play. Loosen up!"
Ludwig sighed. He could never say no to her. "Alright, schatz. I'll play one game."
_____ pumped her fist in the air. "Yes! Hey, Gil! Luddy and I'll play!"
"Awesome! Alright, peeps! You go hide! Toni, Francis, and I'll be it! Go!" And with that, the Bad Touch Trio turned around, covered their eyes
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Hetalia AmericaxReader - Stuck in a Box
“Hey, everybody! Let’s play Hide-and-Seek!”
I smiled up at my Prussian friend standing on a nearby tabletop. The crazy albino had just recommended that we all play Hide-and-Seek at one of his famous parties (or, rather, infamous parties). He and his two best friends, Antonio and Francis, claimed to be “it”, and they turned around and began to count.
“C’mon, _____,” said my best friend Alfred. He took my hand and led me upstairs and down a hallway, stopping when we came to an almost empty room. We went inside the room, closing the door behind us, and spotted a large footlocker that was big enough to just barely fit me and Alfred.
“Ladies first,” he said with a smirk.
I raised an eyebrow at him. “Uh, no,” I responded, pushing him toward the footlocker.
He sighed, opening the lid and stepping inside. When he slid into a comfortable position, he smiled at me and said, “C’mon in. The air is fine.
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Hetalia ItalyxReader - Stuck In a Box
". . . Ready or not, here I come!"
At one of Alfred's parties, we all decided to play hide and seek, Alfred, of course, being "it". I ran into one of the back rooms, spotting an unlocked footlocker. After stepping inside it and making myself comfortable, I closed the lid, being careful not to lock it.
Several minutes passed, and I wasn't found by anyone else. A few moments later, I heard someone frantically stagger into the room, closing the door behind them. There was a short pause before the lid to the footlocker opened, leaving me exposed. I wasn't caught, though, because the person standing before me was my cute little red-headed Italian friend, Feliciano Vargas.
"Oh, _____," he stammered. "I didn't know you were in here—"
"Yo, Feli~! Where'd you go~?" called Alfred teasingly.
"Eep!" Feli squeaked, jumping into the footlocker with me. The lid closed with a loud slam, pushing Feli down on top of me.
"Feli!" I whispered loudly. "Get out of here! This is my hiding spot!"
"Eh?! B-
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Hetalia RomanoxReader - Stuck in a Box
“Gil! What the hell are you doing?!”
“You’ll thank me later, Frau!” he said, the smirk on his face evident in his voice, as he carried me over his shoulder up the stairs in his house. He reached the top and went into a room where Antonio and Francis were waiting. The two were sitting on a footlocker, and I could have sworn I heard muffled obscenities come from it.
“Ready?” the albino asked.
The other two nodded, and positioned themselves to get off and open the footlocker. Gilbert took me closer to it and threw me inside the split second they opened the lid. When I was fully inside, they immediately closed the lid and––judging by the clatter following after––locked it.
“What the hell?!” I groaned out, still trying to process everything that had just happened.
“Ragazza?!”
I blinked, then peered through the dark to see a familiar face. My eyes widened. “Lovino?!”
“What the hell are
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Icelandic Stereotypes..
“(Your name) what are you looking at?” Emil, the white haired Icelandic man asked, while watching his friend shuffle through random sites on the computer. He didn't have the slightest idea why she was at his house, but he didn't care. He rather her be over more than anyone else.
“Just some things to ask you..” (your name) replied, a smile appearing on her face, seeing as she found the site she wanted.
“What do you want to ask me then?” Emil replied questionably, as if ready for some super tricky math question, for something about his brother or-
“Is is true that Iceland has the strongest men and women?” she asked, causing him to rethink over the whole 'tricky math' thing. Emil took a moment to wonder why she even cared about this kind of information.
“That is said by some. But-”
“Is it true male tourists to Iceland can easily get laid?”
Emil raised an eyebrow, showing off on his 'what are you talking about' looks,
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Norwegian Stereotypes..
"Norwegian's look as if they're soaked in bleach.."
Lukas Bondevik, turned his head to see (first name) (last name) glaring at a computer screen, seemingly talking to herself.
Finding this all to interesting, Lukas peered over, accidentally resting his head on her shoulder, making her gasp and turn to see him.
"Lukas you scared me!" she replied, clicking the minimize button.
"What were you looking at?" he asked, taking the mouse, putting his hand over hers and moving the mouse back to the website she was on. It wasn't really a site though. She was looking up 'Norwegian Stereotypes', and Lukas raised an eyebrow.
(Your name) just let out a sarcastic laugh.
"Can I ask you a few questions then?" she smiled brightly, with Lukas giving her another strange look.
"Sure."
(your name) went right to it, and began to asking questions.
"Does everyone ski in Norway?"
"No." Lukas answered rather quickly. He thought he should maybe speak a little slower.
"Hmm.." (your name) went on. "Is it true that m
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French Stereotypes..
"Francis, is it true french people drink wine like water?"
The blond haired french-man looked over at his friend (your name), and a smile appeared on his face.
"Well I love za wine~" he laughed. "But non. It's not drunk like water-"
"Is is true french wash less often than others?"
He nearly screamed. Well he did, just in a non-many way.
"Zat is not true (your name)! I love to be clean!" he flipped his hair with a wink, making (your name) smrik and turn back into her seat.
"What are you doing anyway?" Francis peered over his friends shoulder to see 'French Stereotypes' on the screen. He didn't seem to happy about it.
"(Your name) don't tell me your-"
"Is it true french people are rude and racist?"
"NON!" Francis shouted, a little more angry than girly this time.
"Well is it true french always eat frogs all the time?"
Francis sighed, and just answered the questions.
"Zat is not true either."
(Your name) sighed, and began to tap her fingers along the desk. To Francis, he thought it was pr
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Spanish Stereotypes..
"(Nameee)? You paying attention?"
You blinked a few times, to look straight into the green eyes of your Spanish friend Antonio. You gave him a reasuring smile, before slumping back in your seat.
If it wasn't obvious enough, you really liked him, and there was only one way you could really get to see him often..
"Do you really want to learn Spanish (Name)?"
You looked up at Antonio and nodded.
He sighed though, not sounding very amused.
"You seem..distracted."
You felt your ears begin to heat up, at the thoughts running through your mind.
The reason for being so distracted, was because of a certain someone's behind.
That's right, once your Spanish friend turned his back towards to write on the chalkboard, your eyes focused right towards his buttoks. The rumors you heard were true, Antonio really did have a nice ass.
He never did seem like the stereotypes you found online. But, you still wanted to ask anyway.
"Okay (name) translate-"
"Can I ask you a few questions?" you asked while raisi
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South Italian Stereotypes...
To say your friend Lovino can get easily angered was an understatement. He'd never admit he was wrong, even if the whole party knew it was his fault.
At least he was nice towards you-and usually just women in general. However as you flipped open your notepad-to reveal your list of 'questions' you were going to ask him-you couldn't help but feel that it was going to end badly.
It was tough to find the few questions you had, but it was definetly worth it. Knocking on Lovino's door, he opened it with a wide mouth like he was expecting someone he didn't like.
"Oh..it is you (Name)." he mumbled, crossing his arms. "You may come in."
"Thanks." you smiled and poked his nose, not watching him blush and rub it as you walked in.
"S-so..why are you here anyway?" he asked, his arms still crossed and his foot tapping like he hadn't much time and needed to be somewhere.
"I have some things I'd like to ask you."
"Pfft. Why?" he asked, not even giving you a chance to state what 'kind' of questions.
De
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Russian Stereotypes..
"Everyone drinks Vodka?"
The tall Russian man names Ivan, looked up to his dear friend (your name), who was 'supposed' to be looking for information about America. Don't ask why he wanted HER specifically to do it, maybe it was because he just liked seeing her. But for now, he was wishing he hadn't.
"No (your name)." Ivan replied, although chuckling to himself since HE was drinking vodka at the moment himself.
"Is Russia cold all year round?" (Your name) asked again, still looking at the computer screen in front of her.
Ivan felt like it was going to burn her eyes.
"No no (your name) it's not. But, why are you-"
"Russians only own warm clothes?"
Ivan gave her a 'are-you-retarded' look, before sighing and going towards her. Leaning over her shoulder, and peering at the computer screen. 'Russian Stereotypes' was the main page.
"Why are looking at this (your name)? You're supposed to look for America's weaknesses."
"I know I know. Hold on." (your name) giggled, making Ivan lean back a lit
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Prussian Stereotypes...?
NOTE~~P.o.V has changed and will for the future ones~~
 “Keeeeeese (your name), what are you looking at?” your Prussian friend Gilbert asked, glancing over your slumped shoulder to see you were on some random site.
“Just looking for something.” you replied back, resting your chin on your free hand while clicking around the site, hoping to find something decent.
Gilbert was still not convinced it was just 'something'. You never just 'walked into his house and used his computer for no reason' unless it was for something important.
Usually it was either something for homework, or your family was hogging the computer(s) in your house.
“Are you suree?~” he laughed, before pulling up a chair next to you with a big grin on his face.
“Som'zing you need to ask the awesome me?”
You rolled your eyes, however having to smile at the same time.
“Yes. If I can find any...” you slowly trailed off while scrolling down a specific site, cau
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Belarusian Stereotypes..
A light shiver made it's way down your spine, as you felt someone's cold eyes peircing through your skin straight into your heart. Of course, there was only one person who could do that to you, and that was Natalia. She was...quite..different..in a few ways. Like she was always begging and trying to force Ivan into marrying her. Apparently she liked knives aswell, but in all honesty you didn't seem to care. You were utterly attracted to her, but that didn't mean she still didn't scare you.
"H-hi Natalia." you whimpered slowly, seeing her glare at you, as if she were about to just pounce at any second.
"Hello." her accent made you swoon. "What are you doing?"
The thoughts of her beautiful accent disappeared when she came closer, as your breath began to quicken. As she looked over your shoulder you gulped.
"Can I ask you some questions?" you ask quietly, hoping she wouldn't take it the wrong way. Heck, you just hoped she wouldn't kill you.
"Hmm, sure I guess." she sounded a little calmer
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Swedish Stereotypes..
"(Name), I wouldn't try it." your Danish friend Matias laughed, while chugging down the last bit of beer in his mug. "He doesn't care."
"Of course he will!" you protested, clicking to the site you were looking at before.
Matias just laughed again, and continued his way into the kitchen in hopes of finding more beer to survive off of.
"He will listen.." you mumble to yourself, scrolling down the page to find different 'Swedish Stereotypes'.
It was or maybe would be the only way to get his attention. You tried before, but it never seemed to work. You'd ask him some questions and maybe have a chance at finally talking to the quiet man.
"Oh Berwald!" you called over, seeing him step in the doorway with Tino and Lukas. "Do you have any time?"
He only nodded his head and grunted, giving you the impression he didn't really care. Biting you lip, you wondered if Matias was right.
"Where's the idiot?" Lukas asked, holding two brown bags mostly filled with beer inside. Probably for Matias.
"In th
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School's been a sore topic for me ever since I was a child. Back then, my family had struggled to find a job to afford rent. Dad did odd jobs, barely racking up enough.

Kids would tease and bully me for being poor. I used to cry to Mom about how unfair life was. Dad started becoming more determined to get a stable job and show everyone that he could do something right.

Dad worked hours upon hours, designing something. Mom wouldn't let us in the basement. Finally, he was done. His machine was very promising and he decided to get some investors. It took off and sales flew through the roof. We moved out of our tiny apartment and moved into a mansion.

Dad started having meetings more and more as the years went by. Mom is a famous defense attorney. She's involved in many high-profile cases around the country. Mom started working long late hours at the firm. Maids started taking care of us. They were all in it for the money. Some even liked Dad.

Dad started having lipstick marks that were a different shade than Moms. He reeked of perfume and alcohol. Going back to school was hard. I was constantly compared to Casey, who was an athletic star. Shelia was a cheerleader and pretty. I had assumed the role of being the brains of the family.

I had straight A's every single report card. I didn't fall behind. In fact, I was already ahead of the whole class. They soon pumped me up to more advanced classes. I won the science fair three years in a row. I felt so proud.

My parents paid no attention to it. Soon, I was bullied and threatened again. I felt so depressed. I couldn't even look at myself in the mirror.

My grades started slipping. My parents raged against me. I was nothing compared to my older siblings.

Brianna stole my spotlight, pretending to be the victim all the time. They pay most of their attention on her. I was a stranger in this house. I barely smiled again. I had to hide behind this masquerade. Nobody knows that I'm breaking inside.

Warning: If you can't handle mentions of abuse, this story is not for you.

Chapter 1

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.

Flashback

"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

Prologue

"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."

"Why?"

"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."

"Wait, (y/n)."

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.

"CHICA!"

"Hey, (y/n)."

"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.

"It's beautiful."

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.

"Bonnie."

"Yes, (y/n)?"

"Can you play me a song on your guitar?"

"Sure."

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."

"Why?"

"Cause I'm tired."

"Please one round."

"No."

"Please for me."

"No."

"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.

"No."

You didn't respond.

"Fine. Just this once."

"Yeah!"

"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."

"Or else, ye-"

He fell into a pile of laughter, not able to contain it. You point your wooden sword at him.

"Match."

"Ye cheated."

"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."





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