❛ SLEEP, SWEET GIRL. ❜
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** warning : suggestive comments,
fluff & longgg chapter **

The night retreated, the first gentle rays of the sun crept over the quaint town of Willowbrook, illuminating the world in a soft, golden hue.

Upon arriving home, the car was parked in the drive way where the Diaz twins hesitated at their front door. In the face of the unknown, they decided it was best to stick together. Issac excused himself to freshen up inside Mike's house, leaving him and (Y/N) with the task of tucking a sleeping Abby into her bed.

No words were spoken since the event that had happened a few hours ago, not ready to even bring that topic up yet without Abby who was knocked out sleep, and the other three were close to it also.

Mike tucked his little sister into her bed gently, pulling up the sheets and blanket just how she liked them normally, "There you go." He whispered patting her side, before turning to glance at (Y/N) stood by the drawing wall staring at pictures on it.

Knowing Abby was fast asleep now and heard the faint sound of Issac inside his room down the hallway, Miked strolled up beside the girl to trail his hand across her lower back in greeting, and sat down in the chair under the desk.

The Diaz girl turned her attention from staring at the yellow rabbit drawing on the wall, almost in a trance if it weren't for Mike, and smiled flustered spotting him tapping his thigh to invite her to sit down smirking at her.

He opened his arms as she heaved herself in between them on his lap sideways, legs daggling off the side also with her hip pressed against his lower chest, and wrapped on loose arm around his shoulder to balance herself.

"I'm glad she's asleep after what happened." She mumbled in a quiet tone, leaning the side of her head onto his shoulder sighing, and gazed up at him through her lashes tiredly, "I'm hoping Izzy, and we can also.."

Mike just nuzzled his nose gently onto the white bandage placed over the wound on her forehead, releasing a heavy exhale onto it, "It's gonna be alright," He rasped pulling back to gaze into her eyes reassuringly, "I promise, sweet girl."

She felt her lower stomach flip with butterflies at the new nickname, pushing her face into his jumper shoulder, and nodded her head in agreement, before peeking up feeling him shuffle around.

His dark eyes landed on something on the wall which had his blood running cold, pushing up a hand onto the back of (Y/N)'s head to keep her close. He swallowed harshly, touching the pictures on the table in front of them with his spare hand, which had all four missing kids dressed up like their selected mascots.

The orange haired one with a hock in his hand, one  wearing a top hat, a blonde girl that looked similar to Chica, and another with bunny ears on top of his head in the drawing.

She felt his figure against her become tensed up for some unknown reason, trying to pull herself away from his hand behind her head, "Mike- what's wrong?" Her question was muffled up his jumper, and only got to see him holding up the white piece of paper.

His larger eyes flickered from her nervous face and back to the drawing slowly in his grasp, parting his lips to answer her in a shaky tone, "It's them... The one's in the dreams."

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The four were now all sitting around the table after the sun had fully risen up above the skies, the adults agreeing to ask Abby about what she saw, and why she was drawing things that looked so similar to the very things that were haunting the dreams.

Abby munched on her toast that (Y/N) had made for her, a finished bowl of soup that Mike cooked up, and the smell of baking cookies drifted through the house, thanks to Issac being the one who promised Abby them after she ate breakfast.

Mike's unsure gaze flickered to the Diaz girl opposite beside of Abby, wearing one of his oversized jumpers with a hoodie, and saw her nod reassuringly for him to speak up, socked foot reaching up to tap onto his underneath the table.

Feeling a bit more calmer after her comfort on the matter, he folded his hands together in his lap turning to his sister, "Hey, Abby, um.." He trailed off sitting forward, and it made Abby pause her eating, "we need to talk about last night, okay?"

Issac's head perked up hearing the conversation from within the kitchen, and made sure the cookies out of the coven weren't undercooked before walking over to near the bench to listen more. He placed the pink apron he had on away on the hanger, and tied back his mop of a hair into a piggy tail also.

Abby placed her toast onto the plate waiting for her brother to continue talking, sometimes looking to the Diaz siblings, as Mike fumbled to get his words out, "So those, uh, those....machines-"

"My friends?" She interrupted innocently not understanding where he was going with the topic, and glanced between all the adults staring at her nervously, "They are Ghosts, if that's what you're wondering. How else could they make the robots move?"

(Y/N) shuffled uncomfortable in her spot feeling a sudden sharp pain in her stomach, placing an arm around herself leaning back into the chair, and found Mike's eyes across the table, who looked hesitant to keep talking about the Ghost children.

"Can I have some more soup, please?" Abby asked Issac sweetly turning her attention to the cook in the household, as he snapped out of his worried daze on his twin at the sound of her question.

"Yeah, of course Abbs." He nodded his head rapidly flashing a wide smile, grabbing the pan from the counter beside him, and disappeared back into the kitchen to heat the liquid up for her.

Mike leant forward to place his elbows onto the glass table, expression growing serious but sad now, "Hey, Abbs. You know we used to have a brother, right?" He stated in a hesitant way, fingers finding (Y/N)'s ones across the table to fiddled with a bit, "His name was Garrett. I don't really talk about him very much."

Abby frowned deepened across her brows, moving around the piece of toast on the plate mindlessly, "Neither did Mom or Dad." She whispered flickering her gaze back up to Mike across from her.

"Yeah, it was hard for them. It's hard for me, too." He admitted with a soft look over his face, making (Y/N) squeeze his hand ignoring her own pain for now, watching him pass over a drawing to Abby, "C-can you explain this to us? You drew that, right?"

He gained a single head nod back from Abby, causing the Diaz girl to use her left hand to brush back some of Abby's hair off her forehead gently, "Alright, do you know what that is?" She cooed in question, tapping the side of the drawing in the little girls hands.

The couple could see how hesitant and scared Abby was to tell anything about it, and Mike goes to reassure his sister, "Hey, it's okay. I'm not mad, we're not mad." He speaks softly leaning more forward, "But I really need you to help us understand, please."

Abby pursed her lips pondering for a few seconds, and gripped the paper in her fingers more, "That's when Garett got taken." She tells them quietly, making the duo share a shocked look between one another, as Mike has told no one but the Diaz twins about the details.

(Y/N) runs her thumb over Mike's knuckles feeling his hand trembling in her grasp, and gently touched Abby's shoulder with a squeeze, "Who told you about that?" She questioned alarmed, another sharp pain shooting through her that she ignored and thought back to the boy she saw in the dream, "Was it a boy with blonde hair? Or one of the animatronics?"

A look of recognition passed over Abby's face hearing the two things mentioned, followed by another head nod, "Did that boy ever tell you anything about the man driving that car?" Mike asked hopeful, "Anything at all?" He touched the side of his head in gestuerment, "Just think, think really hard, okay?"

Abby furrowed her brows deeply, scrunching up the sides of the drawing a bit staring down at her trying to think back, "No. All they talk about is a yellow rabbit." She began in a voice just audible, eyes locking onto (E/C)'s one across from her, "and... they talk about you and Izzy's parents too."

Abby's words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of unspoken history. The revelation that the animatronics at Freddy's Pizzeria had mentioned (Y/N) and Issac's missing parents left her stunned.

For years, she had harbored resentment and anger toward the parents who had abandoned them without a trace. Now, confronted with the possibility that these animatronics, of all things, knew something about their disappearance, a whirlwind of emotions churned within her.

Her gaze shifted to Issac, who was quietly preparing soup on the stove, his expression mirroring her own shock. Their shared history, marked by the absence of their parents, had always been a wound neither of them dared to touch.

The sudden revelation brought an unexpected mix of emotions - disbelief, anger, and a strange flicker of hope that there might be answers waiting to be uncovered.

"I don't know what to make of this," (Y/N) confessed, her voice barely a whisper, eyes flickering back to Abby, "I've spent so long trying not to think about them, trying to move on from the pain they caused us. And now... this?"

Mike now interlacted their fingers together, offering a silent reassurance, "We'll figure this out, (N/N)." He promised in a steady tone, his eyes filled with unwavering support, and fondness seeing her stressed state.

Abby, too young to fully grasp the complexities of the situation, looked between the three of them with wide eyes, sensing the weight of the conversation.

"Maybe they left because they were scared of something," She ventured, her words tinged with innocence and curiosity, "Maybe they thought they were protecting you both in their own way."

(Y/N) let out a sigh, her mind still racing with conflicting thoughts, "Maybe," She murmured, her gaze distant as she contemplated the possibility, "But that doesn't excuse the pain they caused, leaving us without a word, without any explanation."

Issac nodded his head in agreement with a scowl over his features, and mixed the soup around a bit roughly showing how mad he was, "They can burn in hell for all I care." He spat bitterly, making his sister send him a sad look, "Not like they did anything good for me and (N/N)."

Mike stared between the two twins that he grew up with, knowing exactly how they felt about having family members disappearing without a trace. He knew that too well. And he was blind to think (Y/N), the love of his life wasn't still effected by being left in the dark by her parents still to this day.

Abby scratched the side of her head showing off the bracelet Issac made for her on her wrist, "I can ask them about all that, if you want guys." She offered in a sweet way, not really seeing the problem going in between the trio in front.

All three of their eyes move onto the girl straight away hearing that, sharing a look between each other before Mike nods his head shortly, "We would really appreciate that." He says flashing a small smile at his sister.

She returned the look with a brighter one happy to help her family, legs kicking back and forth waiting for more soup, as she watched Issac stomp out of the kitchen holding another bowl of it.

"Careful, it's hot." He warns gently no longer raged over the parents issue, placing down the bowl in front of her on the table, and patted her head as she digs in straight away.

Mike stood up from the table now seeing that his sister was alright for the time being, catching the quiet (Y/N)'s attention straight away, and just spotted the exhausted emotion plastered on his face.

He walks away from the living room without a word, his footsteps being heard through the hallway until the sound of a door open was next, which indicated he went into his bedroom to hopefully rest or sleep.

Her (E/C) eyes lock onto Issac's similar ones immediately wanting to go after him, and he playfully scoffed sending her a assuring smirk, "Go talk to him. I'll be fine to watch over Abby for a while." He told her wrapping an arm around the little girls shoulder, who giggled in agreement.

The Diaz girl snorted softly in amusement, smiling gratefully at he twin before getting up from the chair also, and went to the same way Mike disappeared down, which was the house hallway.

She pulled down the sleeves of his jumper around her more to under her fingers, flicking her let down hair around to get it off her shoulders, and walked towards where his partly open bedroom door was. It being the last one located in the hallway.

The soft glow of the room's dim lighting cast a warm ambiance as (Y/N) entered Mike's bedroom, the exhaustion of their third night shift at Freddy's Pizzeria weighing heavily on her shoulders.

Mike, half asleep and bundled in blankets lays there, eyes heavy with weariness, his tousled hair falling messily over his forehead. His bare shoulders were exposed from under the sheets, and looked up at her with drowsy eyes as she approached.

She regarded him fondly, her heart swelling with affection as she walked up to where his head was on the bed. Gently, she brushed his hair back, her fingers grazing his skin with a soft touch.

"You don't have to wait up for me, you know." She whispered, her voice filled with tenderness running her fingers soothing through his locks, "If you're tired, you should go to sleep."

His response was a lazy smile, a mixture of affection and exhaustion playing on his lips, "I'd wait forever for you," He murmured, his words heavy with sincerity and leant into her touch like a puppy dog, "Besides, I sleep better with you beside me."

Her heart swelled at his devotion, but a sudden pang of pain cut through her, causing her to pull back her hand from his face, and cradle her stomach instinctively, letting out a low hissing sound.

Mike's eyes flickered with worry, sitting up a bit from his bed despite being half asleep, "What's wrong, baby?" His questioned hoarsely, touch gentle as he traced the contours of her arm, seeking solace in the familiar touch of his fingertips.

For a moment, (Y/N) hesitated, caught between the urge to confide in him and shield him from her troubles. His eyes, filled with unwavering support, convinced her to be honest, "It's just a stomach ache," She admitted, her voice barely more than a whisper, "I've had it since last night, after we left the pizzeria."

Seeing through her facade instantly, his guilt and concern intensified. He opened his bare arms, silently inviting her to seek solace within them. With a sigh, she moved over to the other side, and slipped under the sheets, feeling his protective embrace envelop her.

She tried not to freak out feeling his bare skin against her under the sheets, her head resting on the pillow beside hers closely. He had one arm draped around her waist, the other behind her head and hers were the same, grazing his shirtless back with her nails.

After a few seconds of staring into each others eyes, he broke the silence, "I'm sorry," Mike whispered, his voice laced with regret, reaching up to graze her jaw gently, "You don't have to come to the next shift if you keep getting hurt like this-"

Before he could say more, (Y/N) silenced him by pressing her lips to the corner of his mouth, her gesture speaking volumes, catching him by surprise. Pulling back a few inches, she grabbed his hand against her face smiling.

"I'm with you until the end," She whispered in a unwavering voice, bumping the bridge of her nose against his softly, and reminded him their shared vow, "You and me, remember?"

Emotion swelled within Mike's chest, overwhelmed by the depth of her devotion. He nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck, throwing half of his body over hers to trap her underneath him.

"I don't think I wanna work now," His voice dropped into a whiny rasp as his teeth grazed her neck, his stubble making her squirm ticklish, "I rather stay here with you underneath me."

Her breath caught in her throat shocked at his words, face feeling warm now at his lips touching her skin. She rubbed his back up and down, feeling his muscles flex under her palms, "As much as I love that..." She trailed off, voice laced with exhaustion, "we need to finish the job, Mike."

He grumbled pushing himself back onto the bed beside her, before moving closer to lean his forehead against hers. Brushing his nose against hers, he whispered, warm breath hitting her cheeks, "Sleep, sweet girl. I'll watch over you."

Uncertain, (Y/N) hesitated for a moment, her tried gaze locked with his lidded eyes, feeling his soft lips skim against her skin, "Are you sure?" She murmured, her voice sounding reluctant.

He smiled shyly, his hand tenderly brushing a strand of her hair off her forehead, "I'll sleep better with you close." He reminded pulling her body into his arms, her head finding its way onto his chest. His heartbeat resonated against her ear, a steady rhythm that ushered her into a peaceful slumber.

Encouraged by his words, (Y/N) closed her eyes, allowing herself to succumb to sleep, cradled protectively within his arms. Mike watched over her for a few moments, his touch gentle as he brushed back a piece of her hair with the back of his fingers again.

As she began to drift into the realm of sleep, his eyes remained fixed on her, his gaze filled with a deep affection that he couldn't contain.

With a mixture of vulnerability and courage, he pressed his lips to her ear, the gentlest of touches as he whispered those three profound words that had the power to change everything, "I love you."

The confession hung in the air, a testament to the emotions he had kept hidden, now laid bare in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

He continued his tender journey, placing a featherlight kiss on her forehead, mindful of the bandage that covered the wound. In that instant, his love for her, pure and unwavering, resonated through the room.

Unbeknownst to Mike, (Y/N), although on the verge of sleep, registered his words. They slipped into her consciousness, seeping through the layers of drowsiness, leaving an indelible mark on her heart.

In her half-awake state, she felt a surge of warmth, a mixture of surprise, happiness, and something else—a quiet acceptance, as if a missing piece had fallen into place.

Yet, believing it might be a dream, she chose to let it wash over her, letting the words float into her subconscious. With a contented sigh, she nestled further into Mike's embrace, as they both fell asleep entangled in each others hold.

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The night hung heavy around Freddy's Pizzeria, the darkness only pierced by the neon glow of the sign and the flickering lights within. (Y/N), Mike, Issac, and Abby stood in the dimly lit parking lot outside Freddy's Pizzeria, ready for another night's shift. A nervous energy seemed to course through them, manifesting in different ways.

(Y/N) had been on edge ever since that fateful night in Mike's bedroom, his whispered confession echoing in her mind. She couldn't shake the memory of his lips against her ear, the warmth of his breath, and the soft utterance of those three powerful words.

The newfound intensity in his gaze and his increasingly affectionate touches had left her flustered and unsure of how to act around him.

As they exited the car, Mike's hand found (Y/N)'s with a natural ease that startled her but also sent a pleasant shiver down her spine. She didn't pull away; instead, she let her fingers intertwine with his, hoping to quell her racing heart.

"Vanessa's here." Abby pointed out staring at the car a few meters away from them, causing the trio to turn to it also, and Issac to freak out, the sight of Vanessa's police car parked outside the pizzeria had him flustered.

He quickly tried to fix his appearance, running a hand through his hair and adjusting his clothing, as if trying to make the best possible impression, and pulled his collared jumper around his neck posing in car window reflecting.

The Diaz girl deadpanned at her twin acting like a total idiot, going to walk forward to grab him but felt Mike's hand tighten around hers, making her pause to glance back at him worriedly. Realising what he did, his cheeks grow warm and dropped her hand for a second shyly.

She gulped hard knowing why he was being like that with her, and turned back around to scowl at Issac, "C'mon you monster," She hissed grabbing his collar to tug him along following Mike and Abby, ignoring her twins complaints, "you ain't impressing anyone like that."

Abby sprints off through the doors of the pizzeria, leaving behind the three adults, "Guys, I'm back!" She calls to the animatronics, who had awakened the moment they felt (Y/N), and Abby's presence enter the building.

Vanessa raised her eyebrows crossing her arms over her chest, and met the trio in the middle of the room, "Issac." She greeted the flustered male first, than her twin who smiled back, and Mike last gaining a bored look in return, "(Y/N). Mike."

Glancing away from the other for a second, her (E/C) eyes land on the animatronics playing with Abby on stage, and felt her heart swell a bit watching Bonnie wave at her, and Freddy to tilt his head to the side, ears flickering gazing at her in greeting.

She returned the gestures with a kind smile, only being pulled back to the adults when Mike's warm hand slipped into hers, fingers intertwining to give a firm squeeze, taking her attention back onto him.

"Guess you guys figured it out." Vanessa mumbled in a heavy sigh breaking the silence, arms crossed over her chest standing next to Issac on Mike's other side, all staring at the four on stage with Abby.

Issac glanced over at his sister and Mike from the corner of his eye, his cheeks still flustered since he was standing next to Vanessa, "Ghost children possessing giant robots, who seemed to really like (Y/N)." He snarked a bit defensively, "Thanks for the heads-up."

The blonde tensed up a bit hearing his words, and avoided his questioning gaze already feeling guilty as it was. Abby waves the group over, still standing on the stage, "Guys, we need help."

(Y/N) makes her way over to where they were pulling along Mike who was still holding onto her hand, and was followed by Issac also. They all see the notepad that Abby placed out to show, and saw it was a drawing design of a fort that the kids wanted to build.

"It needs to be big so we can all fit inside." Abby tells them running her palms across the paper, and looked up to the four adults on either side of her, smiling widely.

The Diaz girl shared a small look with Mike as she wanted to say no, but also didn't want Abby nor the animatronics to feel upset. And she knew she'd feel bad, by the way Freddy, Bonnie and Chica were staring down at the drawing curiously, and back up to her blinking slowly.

Mike rubbed his calloused thumb over her knuckles soothingly before dropping her hand, to grab Abby gently by the shoulders, "Abby, look. Now, this is all really fun and exciting," He started in a gentle, but scolding tone, "but these things are big, and they could be dangerous, so I think we need to lay some ground rules, all right?"

Issac nods his head in agreement, stepping forward to stand beside (Y/N) who was conflicted, "Yeah, Abbs. We don't want anything bad happening, to you or them." He add onto the words, motioning to the curious animatronics behind them all.

Vanessa also joined in to voice her opinion, which was much different from the males ones, "I think we could use the tables for the fort." She answered confidently looking at the objects, causing Issac and Mike's face to drop sending her an unimpressed look.

Though she just shrugged lopping her arm with (Y/N)'s, who made a noise of surprise now getting dragged away by the officer towards the tables, leaving a scowling Mike and a sighing Issac behind.

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The animatronics were now off their stages down below helping the group build the fort, using the tables and chairs to stack them up on top of each other. They used their strength to pick up many different objects to carry, and gave it to the four adults to decide where to put them.

(Y/N) took a chair from Freddy's paws seeing him standing there seeming like he wanted her to take it, and she did, patting his arm in thanks. His ears flicker a bit softly, showing he was either embarrassed or happy, causing her to laugh softly.

Mike leant his elbow on the table he just placed on the the fort, his eyes watching the Diaz girls movements fondly, trying not to gawk at her arms flexing as she lifted up the objects.

Beside him placing another chair beside the table, Issac nudged his side knowingly and smirked at Mike's embarrassed features at getting caught staring at his twin, resulting in him to snicker amused.

They agreed the fort needed to be higher since the animatronics couldn't fit, and Bonnie now placed the final piece on the fort, "You did it!" Abby cheered standing beside the four adults watching them.

Bonnie suddenly tips backwards and falls onto the floor with a loud thump, causing Abby to gasp and runs forward to check on him, "Are you okay?" She asked gaining a thumbs up in response.

Everyone joined Bonnie on the carpet floor inside of the fort, (Y/N) laying her head onto Mike's chest fisting his shirt material, and felt one of his arms wrap around her waist securely. Beside them was Abby next to Chica and Issac, Bonnie on their other side with Vanessa next to Freddy and Foxy.

"I like it in here." Vanessa speaks up contently laying for a few more seconds, before leaning up making eye contact with Issac, "Sounds like we need a roof. I'll go see what I can find."

Mike and (Y/N) turned to each other hearing that also watching Issac trail on after her, as the Diaz girl nudged Mike to get up with her hand, whispering for him to go and follow Issac.

He squeezed her against his chest quickly, pressing a kiss onto her healing wound on her forehead before getting up also knowing Abby would be safe with her, "I'll come with you two."

Standing up to catch up beside Issac who looked serious as ever, they followed Vanessa into the storage room where it looked messy full of unused things, that obviously as been sitting there for years.

"You seem to know a lot about this place." Issac's voice speaks up breaking the silence, gaze now suspicious staring at Vanessa picking up some table cloths from a box on the shelf.

The officer ignored his words only feeling a tug of guilt at her heart, and spotted how Mike was getting too close to an old doll looking animatronic on the floor.

"Don't. I wouldn't do that." She warned stopping him from touching it on the floor, "They're spring locks. They're on all the older models. They were designed to keep the animatronics parts in place so that, uh, a person could safely wear the suit. They tend to be pretty unstable."

Mike and Issac shared an uneasy look between each other hearing that, as Vanessa grabs a wooden broom with her free hand, "Let's see." She mumbled jabbing the object into the spring locks, causing them to lock into the broom and snip the end of it clean off, "Like I said, unstable."

She went to walk out of the storage room without looking back, but Mike's frustrated voice stops her mid way, "Is there anything else that you want to tell us about, Vanessa?" He asked defensively glaring, "'Cause you seem to know everything about this place. And what if Abby'd come in here? What if she found that thing?"

"You're the one who brought her, and (Y/N) here, Mike. Not me." Her voice came out more forcefully saying the Diaz girls one, causing Issacs' gaze to narrow down on the officer, "What I can't wrap my head around is why. You've already seen what this place does to (Y/N), and yet you two still let her set foot in here."

A pain of guilt stabs at Mike's heart hearing her words of truth, glancing down with a frown over his features realising she was right. Issac places a comforting hand on his shoulder seeing his reaction, and turned to talk to Vanessa, "Look, they might know who took Mike's little brother, and apparently now know where mine and my sisters parents are."

Vanessa shuffles a bit in her spot uncomfortable, a look of recognition flashing through her eyes before sighing heavily, "Did you ask them about all that yet?" She asked hinting at the animatronics outside in the play area.

"Yeah, I tried. I don't think they like me very much." Mike admitted lowly glancing at the wall next to him, eyes flickering remembering something now, which had his stomach churning, "But they do like (Y/N) and Abby."

"Mike, you need to drop this. Like, right now." Vanessa grunted through her teeth in warning, glaring gaze moving in between the males before spinning around to storm out of the storage room.

The two shared a wide eyed look with one another before going after the woman, to be met with the music from Freddy and Bonnie's performances, not even seeing (Y/N) and Abby dancing together in the middle of the room with the disco lights on.

"Vanessa, wait." Mike called out over the loud tone playing, trying to keep up with her along side Issac, "Talk to us!" He added on in a exclaim, arriving where she was at the tables placing down the blue cloths onto them.

"I'm trying. Neither of you are listening." She gritted out spinning around to face the adiagted males, both worried about the other two girls in their family, before her eyes caught onto Abby on the stage near Bonnie's guitar, "Abby? Wait! Abby, don't-!"

The little girl was about strum on the strings of the electrical guitar, causing the trio's eyes to go wide running over, yelling her name. But before Abby could get electrocuted, the familiar figure of (Y/N) pushed her out of the way to take the hit of harm instead.

A bright spark shot out from the electricity being touched, momentarily blinding everyone including the woman who had taken the force first hand, and was sent falling back onto stage roughly, feeling her some of her skin burnt.

The last things she saw before her vision turned black was, Abby's teary eyed face, the four animatronics gazing down at her seeming worriedly, Issac's mouth moving yelling something, and Mike trying to catch her body before she was knocked unconscious.

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─►☆ AUTHOR'S NOTE :
one of my most longest chapters yet good lord i wanted to keep writing but i feel bad you guys have to read so much and i need to pace myself other wise this will be over sooner than i want it to be LMAOAO but i will say enjoy these fluff scenes now cause the angsty shit is coming up soon YIKESS😓

once again ignore any spelling mistakes, im editing this bitch late hours in the late and i do tend to miss some little mistakes BAHAH ignore them
or ill send willam peepaw after you 👹

also i've been thinking about letting the world finally see my peeta mellark fic that's been in my drafts for ages... so y'all would read it or not?? 🙇‍♀️

i hope you guys enjoyed this chapter🫶 please don't be silent readers, lmk what you think MWAHHH