CTW Funtime Freddy x Reader

Chapter 25-Story

The pic is an old edit I did a few months back. I wanted to put MY take on how the possessed animatronics interacted, and I thought the video above was a perfect example 👌

"There's something you should know."
"Dude, I'm talking to a living animatronic. There's a lot of things I should know."
"Wha-! I thought we already covered that!!"
"Yes, yes, ghost energy. You were saying?"
Funtime Freddy sighed. He sat across from you on the couch while you were seated on the floor. Your mom was back at work and your dad was at a job interview already, apparently.
"Of course, during the day, we had our regular performances. But at night, there was a night guard hired to watch over us. His name was Michael...."
"W-what happened to him?" You stammered nervously.
"I dunno. Anyway, he worked at all of the Fazbear locations for at least a week each, and there was one in particular that had a pretty interesting story." Freddy smirked.
"Ok? And what would that be?" You asked.
"Working the night shift you have to watch the new animatronics, the additional attractions, and the withered old versions. Ten animatronics and total. But it wasn't all checking the cameras and surviving the night that he dealt with."
"Wait, what else?" You were concerned about why in their right mind someone would want to work there.
"Well, I guess the animatronics were alive, like me, but not completely like me. They were the souls of children, and like children, they didn't always get along.."
Flash
Withered Bonnie was standing in one of the Party Rooms, watching as one of the security cameras scanned the area. Toy Chica, Mangle, and Withered Chica came from behind.
"Hey! Bonnie has cooties!" Toy Chica teased.
"No, Chica had cooties!" W. Bonnie pouted, pointing his hand at her.
"No, you do, stupid!"
"No, you do!"
"No, you do!" Toy Chica stepped forward and pushed W. Bonnie. They both started yelling at each other and the speaker system came on.
"HEY, SETTLE DOWN IN THERE!!" Mike, er-"Jeremy" yelled from the other room.
W. Bonnie pouted. The security camera turned off, indicating the guard wasn't watching. He turned to Toy Chica, his red eyes flaring up. "Why must you tease me so, Chica?" He said.
She put one hand on her hip and spoke in a serious, wispy tone. "Because you really do have cooties. You're an impertinent cootie-pants and that's that. Ladies?"
The three animatronics ran out of the room laughing, leaving Withered Bonnie alone. Toy Bonnie came inside. "More disgusting and old version of me?" He asked.
"Who wants to know?" W. Bonnie turned to him.
"Someone wants to see you behind the carousel."
"The carousel? Who?" W. Bonnie pressed.
"Follow me, please." Toy Bonnie gestured forward and they both walked to the carousel. They got onto the seats, using their legs to propel them forward. Once they spun around once, both rabbits got off and skipped to the corner of the room with their hands behind their backs. Well, I guess W. Bonnie would only have one hand-
W. Freddy was in the back, playing with a collection of blocks left behind by the kids. He stood up, recollecting a more sophisticated tone. "Thank you, Toy Bonnie."
Toy Bonnie turned to leave, but Freddy interrupted him. "Oh, and Toy Bonnie? Get me a Caprisun Caribbean Cooler. And for our guest...let me guess, a very berry squeezit?"
Withered Bonnie shook his head. "It's a little early for me. My mommy always said I can't have sugar before breakfast."
"Get him one all the same, none for you though!" Freddy added, "He just quit."
He turned back to W. Bonnie.
"I recognize you," Bonnie said, circling to the other side of Freddy.
"I thought you might." Freddy turned away from him.
"You're Gabriel Miller. You played freeze tag in Party Room 4."
Freddy laughed. "Perhaps in my younger days, now I play an altogether...different game."
Bonnie paused to ponder. "Cartoon tag?"
Freddy nodded. "That's right. You know you're tags." He started to pace towards Bonnie. "Jeremy, let's get down to brass-tacks. I couldn't help but notice you've developed quiet a kinship with Miss Susie."
"You mean Chica?" Bonnie asked.
"All the same." Bonnie bent down to play with the blocks. "What are you doing-DON'T TOUCH THAT!!" Freddy slapped Bonnie's hand away.
"Well, I might have. Why do you care?"
Freddy smirked. "Oh, Bonnie. Don't be coy. We're both men of the world. We're both six."
He walked up face to face with Withered Bonnie.
"Actually, I'm six and a half." Bonnie added.
"And I'm six and three quarters." Freddy said. "But that's not important. What is important is that we needn't play these games."
"Fine, it's true." Bonnie chuckled, opening a granola bar left on the carousel. "We held hands for five seconds. More like I held onto her forearm, honestly. Then she kicked me in the shins and I chased her down and rubbed bark chips in her face."
Freddy huffed. "Well, that's clearly quite serious."
"I would like to think so." Bonnie dropped a piece of the bar onto his lower jaw.
"I should tell you that Susie and I also have a past."
"Really?" Bonnie lowered the bar.
"Yes. We made kissy face behind the cafeteria. Then she punched me in my tummy and I locked her in the boys bathroom."
Bonnie dropped the bar to the ground, appalled. Freddy only smirked. "Get to the point, man! It's two AM in twenty minutes and I intend to be there. I have to know what happened to Jeremy's hat."
"Gabriel, Jeremy, I hope you two are playing nicely." The puppet said, floating into the room.
"I'll take care of this," Freddy whispered. He turned to the puppet. "Um, um, Charlie? Um, um, Gabriel said that-um, he told me that-he told me that he-you know him-he doesn't have a face."
The puppet nodded slowly. "That's nice...well you two boys have fun, now."
As soon as Charlie left, Freddy turned back to Bonnie. "Chica left me, Bonnie, isn't it obvious? She's a fickle temptress. As first graders often are." He paced past Bonnie.
"Then what do you need me for? If you want to win her back, all you have to do is put old gum on her head and kick her in the stomach."
Freddy sighed. "Don't you think I've tried that? I've tried everything! Stolen her milk. Mashed up all my food on my plate and made her watch me eat it. Nothing works."
Just then, Withered Foxy ran in and touched Bonnie's chest. Freddy ducked and grabbed onto the carousel. "FREEZE! YOU'RE OUT! YES!!" Foxy cheered.
"Carousel is base! You said carousel is base!" Withered Foxy paused, pondering his actions, and he ran out of the room sobbing.
Freddy stood from the ride. "I need an inside man. Someone who can put in a good word for me. Tell her that I write my "2"'s backwards and I hid a bicycle."
"Well, I can't do anything until you unfreeze me!" Bonnie grumbled.
"If I do this for you," Freddy came behind him. "He crawled between Bonnie's legs. "You'll help me out?"
"Yes." Bonnie muttered. Freddy stood up as Toy Bonnie came back into the room.
"Your beverages, sir?"
Freddy and Bonnie each took a drink. "Maybe I will have that drink after all," Withered Bonnie remarked, easily ripping open the top with his fingers. He and Freddy started to squeeze the juice into their mouths, but Withered Bonnie struggled, cause, well. He doesn't really have a mouth.
"Hey, you need some help?" Freddy strained.
"No, I got it," Bonnie aimed for the endoskeleton mouth at the base of his jaw. "SO WHAT DO I GET OUT OF ALL OF THIS?!!" He roared, slamming the now empty juice box onto the floor.
Freddy put his drink down as well. "I thought you might ask. There's a kid who comes here, but he always seems to 'lose' his PB 'n' J's. They could be yours for a month."
Withered Bonnie raised his head, his red eyes focusing in. "Does he cut the crust off?"
"Well, no, it's the most nutritious part-"
"NO DEAL!!" Withered Bonnie stormed away.
"How dare you, Jeremy. Don't be a poopy-pants!" Freddy called.
Withered Bonnie stopped.
His eyes flared with anger.
Twitching with rage, he slowly turned to Freddy.
"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME??"
"A poo....py....pants."
The two animatronics approached each other, coming face to face.
"WELL, I KNOW YOU ARE.. BUT WHAT AM I?"
"You're a rabbit, Jeremy. You know what we do to animals?"
"WE PET THEM NICELY AND..FEED THEM CARROTS?!"
"That's right. By the way, the night guard Jeremy Fitzgerald. He got a new hat."
"YoU SpOiLEd iT!!!"
Withered Bonnie roared, screeching and throwing a punch to Freddy. The bear managed to fend him off and attack.
"LAST NIGHT HE SAID HE NEEDED A NEW HAT!!!"
"I THOUGHT IT WAS A RED HERRING!!!"
"Alright, you two, what happened?!" Jeremy came, rushing down the hall with a flashlight and a tazer.
"Bonnie was punching me, and-and I tried to stop him, and-" his whiny voice switched to vile and serious, turning his attention over to Withered Bonnie. "THIS ISN'T OVER, BONNIE!! YOU'LL RUE THE DAY YOU CROSSED ME!!"
Bonnie glared, raising a fist into the air.
"And I don't want to see him and his face..."Freddy started to walk in the opposite direction from Jeremy and Bonnie.
Withered Bonnie walked around the carousel back to the Party Room vents. He saw Toy Bonnie on the floor with juice stained all over his belly, bow tie, and mouth.
"...You have a real problem, man!"
"I can quit...!" Toy Bonnie raised a juice box. "THIS DOESN'T DEFINE ME!!"
FLASH
"And that's the story of how FNaF ships were born," Freddy concluded.
"Wait, if they're six, how could they ever be in a relationship?" Y/N asked, confused.
Freddy shrugged. "I mean, as long as the author is dragged into the heck you call high school and she's beyond stressed about going into it, then we'll be getting crappy chapters like this till she gets better."
"Wait what-?"

ALSO IF YOU GUYS ARE OK WITH MORE FUNNIES LIKE THESE LEMME KNOW!! I always wanted to do something with the animatronics acting like children cause they're literal children's souls. I mean, it makes sense to me 🙁