Threads of Vengeance (Fnaf + Ghost! Reader Insert)

The Silence After

"What bunny?" John asked, his voice suddenly sharper.

Kai hesitated, clutching at Brook's sleeve. "The yellow bunny. It said I won a prize for being the birthday boy. It told me the prize was in the back. Y/n found me talking to it. She got so mad... she yelled at me and said not to follow it."

Brook felt her blood run cold.

"What happened next, Kai?" John pressed gently.

"I got scared because she was so mad," Kai hiccupped. "I hid... I thought if I stayed out of her way, she'd stop being mad. But when I came out... she was gone."

Brook's voice cracked. "Oh, baby, no. You didn't do anything wrong. You couldn't have known."

John stood abruptly, his hand tightening on Kai's shoulder. "Kai," he said, his voice low and urgent, "are you sure it was a yellow bunny?"

Kai nodded, scrubbing at his tear-streaked face. "Yeah. It looked like Bonnie, but yellow."

John's jaw tightened as he glanced at Brook, who looked equally alarmed.

"Kai," Brook said, trying to keep her voice steady, "remember what we said about not following strangers? It doesn't matter if they're people or robots. You never go with anyone who tells you to follow them, okay?"

"But it said I won a prize..." Kai mumbled, confusion and guilt clouding his expression.

John placed a hand on Brook's shoulder. "Stay here. I'm telling the officers."

Brook nodded, pulling Kai into a tight embrace. "It's okay, sweetie. You're safe now. We'll figure this out."

As John explained the new information to the officers, Brook held Kai close, her heart heavy. Moments later, officers were searching the pizzeria's back rooms and storage areas.

But they found nothing.

No sign of Y/n.
No sign of the red-haired girl.
No sign of the yellow bunny.

The lead officer approached Brook and John with a somber expression. "We've searched the premises thoroughly. There's no evidence of anyone being back there, or any animatronic matching that description. We'll keep investigating, but for now, you should take your son home and get some rest."

Brook felt a pang of despair. Rest? How could they rest when their daughter was missing?

John wrapped an arm around her, guiding her and Kai toward the exit. Brook glanced back one last time, her gaze sweeping over the shadowed corners of the pizzeria.

Somewhere in the darkness, she was certain Y/n was still here. She just didn't know where—or how.

* * *

The world was quiet.

Not the comforting quiet of a peaceful night or the soothing stillness of a distant storm. This quiet was heavy, oppressive—a silence so deep it felt alive, pressing down on Y/n like a weight she couldn't escape.

She blinked, or at least she thought she did. The motion felt sluggish, unsteady, like her body wasn't hers anymore. Darkness stretched endlessly around her, but it wasn't the ordinary dark of a room without light. This was something deeper, suffocating.

Y/n tried to move, but her limbs didn't respond. Panic surged through her chest, her mind screaming at her muscles to obey, but nothing happened. She was trapped, paralyzed in this void.

Am I dead?

The thought echoed in her mind, sharp and cold. It wasn't just a possibility—it felt like a fact. She remembered the knife, the pain, the warmth of her blood spilling out as her strength faded. Afton's twisted grin.

She shuddered internally. Or did she? Was her body even hers anymore?

The silence shifted, a faint sound breaking through the void. A low, muffled hum. It grew louder, clearer, until it became a familiar tune—a music box, its haunting melody looping endlessly.

The sound stirred something in her. Memories. The party. Kai's laughter. The cake. The chaos. And the little girl in the corner.

Her chest tightened. Kai.

Where was he? Was he safe?

Suddenly, the silence shattered. A rush of sensations flooded her all at once—cold air brushing against her skin, the faint hum of electricity, and the distant echo of mechanical whirs. Her eyes snapped open, her body jolting as though she'd just surfaced from deep water.

She wasn't in the storage room anymore. She was somewhere else entirely.

Y/n sat up slowly, her muscles aching, the movements feeling foreign. The room was dimly lit, bathed in the sickly yellow glow of a flickering overhead light. She was surrounded by clutter—old toys, discarded animatronic parts, and remnants of what once might have been a child's play area. The walls were covered in peeling posters, their colors faded and edges curling.

Her hand brushed against something soft, and she looked down. A stuffed bear, its fur matted and torn, stared up at her with lifeless button eyes.

She scrambled to her feet, her breathing shallow and erratic. The world felt off, like it wasn't real. Her movements were strange—too stiff, too light, like her body weighed less than it should.

"Hello?" she called out, her voice hoarse and echoing unnaturally in the empty space.

No response.

Her heart—or what she thought was her heart—hammered in her chest as she turned in a slow circle, trying to make sense of her surroundings. The faint music box tune lingered in the air, weaving through the silence like a ghost.

A mirror on the far wall caught her eye, its surface cracked and smeared with grime. She approached it hesitantly, dread curling in her stomach.

When she finally stood before it, she froze.

The reflection staring back at her wasn't her. At least, not entirely.

Her face was pale, almost ghostly, with dark shadows under her eyes that weren't there before. Her hair, once vibrant, looked muted, as though drained of life. But it was her eyes that made her stomach twist—they glowed faintly, like the dying embers of a fire.

She stepped closer, her fingers trembling as she reached for the mirror. Her hand stopped inches away, and she gasped. Her fingers weren't human anymore.

They were thin, skeletal, with patches of pale, cracked skin revealing glimmers of metal beneath. Her nails were jagged, blackened, and unnaturally sharp.

Her breath hitched, and she stumbled back. "What... what's happening to me?"

The music box stopped abruptly, and the silence that followed was deafening.

"Welcome," a soft, eerie voice whispered behind her.

Y/n whipped around, her glowing eyes wide.

A figure stood in the shadows, its outline barely visible. It wasn't human. Its long, thin arms hung limply at its sides, its pale, mask-like face tilted in her direction. A faint red glow emanated from its chest.

"You're one of us now," it said, its voice carrying a strange, mournful tone.

The realization hit her like a punch to the gut. The lifeless body of the little girl flashed in her mind, her glassy eyes staring into nothingness.

I'm dead.