Cursed [Yandere!Golden Freddy x Reader] {ON HIATUS}

One | Greetings From Freddy's

Chapter One, Day One

12:37 PM

<Your Point Of View>

        Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria was the best place to go to as a child. If you didn't visit at least once, you were considered unfortunate. Who couldn't resist totally out-of-this-world, singing animal robots, pizza, and parties? It's a kids version of heaven; to children, any way. Not sure on if parents would agree with that fact.

Lucky for you, you lived just a street away. Every Thursday night after school, you would drag your mum to Freddy's.
It was affordable as it was only £2.50 entrance fee per person with no limit to how long one could spend there.

You would jump up and down cheering, singing and dancing along with the main attraction: the three animatronics, Freddy Fazbear, Bonnie The Bunny, and Chica The Chicken. It was easy entertainment, keeping you happy for hours.

From the day you discovered Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria at the young age of 4, it was your favourite place to go to. It was your world.

Thinking about it now, 15 years later, you can't help but remember if it had been called something else prior to the pizzeria's name now. It didn't change, did it? Or had you dreamed it? Multiple of your childhood memories were merely fuzzy, distant blinks of nothingness; blurry images that simply could have been imagined by a child's mind. 

You remember Freddy being a shiny gold colour, but upon walking into Freddy Fazbear's, he clearly wasn't; He was a dirty, dark brown. 

You hadn't been to Freddy's since you were 10. It had been so long. In the period of your absence at Freddy's, there was room for changes to take place. For all you know, the owner had replaced the mascots.
You were certain there was a gold animatronic once. Despite the large probability of the memory not necessarily existing, you still hung onto the thought. You couldn't have made it up, right?

You distinctly remember a golden bear with a black top hat, holding a microphone while singing and dancing in front of a crowd of children.

...Just like the brown bear on stage.

Oh.

Defeated by your own mind, you sat down on a stray chair by a party table. Greasy plates with pizza crusts and cold chips, empty and half full cups, and pink and red party hats were left, scattered across the table. 
You hadn't returned to Freddy's for pizza or a party, in fact, you had returned for work. There was an "Employees Wanted" sign hung on the doors outside. You had noticed it  while walking your pet to the park.

Considering you had no job and was still living with your parents, you just had to take this opportunity. A chance of employment around here was slim because the town wasn't all that big and most jobs were taken. Luck was finally on your side again, meaning you had to snatch the golden opportunity before anyone else did.

"Miss, would you like anything to drink?" You looked up to see an employee. He had an apron tied around his waist, dressed in black slacks and a white shirt with the sleeves sloppily rolled up his forearm, stopping at the crook of his elbow.

Patiently, he waited for your reply. You shook your head. "No. No thanks. I'm here to apply to be the Janitor. When I phoned in, Mr... Fazbear? I think it was, didn't exactly give me clear instructions where to go." You explained in a disordered fashion. Tiny butterflies made up solely of nerves swirled in your stomach, reminding me how anxiety-filling it was to apply for a job. No matter ones age, the chance of rejection while applying for any type of work always happened to leave an uneasy feeling within; the possibility of being turned away lingered in the back of ones mind.

"Oh!" He perked up. "Ah, right. OK! Follow me and I'll show you to the boss's office." The employee came across as moderately plain. A simpleton, you thought - nothing to be impressed by. His overgrown, tousled tangle of caramel brown hair hung over his eyes, nearly hiding them completely. He lopped as he walked, slumped over like a witch with a bad back. With a skinny frame like his, he could possibly snap, as easily as a twig would, at any moment; he was scrawny... so unattractively frail. However, the first impression of his friendly personality sort of made up for everything else.

Kindly, he took you down a short, grubby looking hall by the kitchen. You took a sly glance at his name tag as he came to a halt and spun around to face you. He stepped to the side, gesturing for you to go through the door in front of you and him.

J.Fitzgerald, it read.

Directing your attention from him to the door, it had a faded sign with the (presumably) owner's/boss's/manager's name written on it. Paint had been scratched off, some letters so worn to the bone that you were having a difficult time trying to make out what they were. 

Spending little time overthinking stupid words on a sign, you pulled a short-lived smile at the employee. "Thanks, Mr Fitzgerald." You said.

He let out a one-noted laugh. "Ha, no, its Jeremy," He corrected. "Call me Jeremy. Mr Fitzgerald is super formal and that's not me." 

You nodded.

The interview clicked by. It was quick and unbelievably effortless. You were hired straight away, the rest of your time with the boss and rightful owner of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria was spent going through expectations, rules, your job and it's duties.

Work for 5 days a week from 9AM 'til 5PM, earning a pay of £120 at the end of your 5th shift on the 5th day. Not bad!

[Word Count: 1015]

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First chapter of a new story! To my old readers of 6 For Gold -if any are reading now- can you notice the difference in my writing. 

What do you think, better or worse?

//Sweet Nightmares