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••• In Cold Blood •••

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TW: gore

The endos lunged, throwing themselves towards me like a pack of hungry wolves and kicking up a tidal wave of multicoloured sticky notes.

Blood rushing, I took off towards the other end of the room in hopes of finding an exit that I could close after me. My light swept the sticky notes, but everything was so densely covered that I couldn't tell what was a shelf from a desk. The colours blended together in an iridescent spiral of impending death, a multicoloured zoetrope that had me trapped.
The metallic screeching and cracking of the endo's joints closed in like death's song. My desperation for survival reached astronomical heights and I prayed, I begged that I wouldn't die down here, in the depths of a Freddy Fazbear's, like how so many had before me.
I swung back around to face my robotic hunters and my heart almost gave out. The first one was only a hair's breadth away, sharp claws reaching to tear my face clean off.
But they were frozen in the illumination of my flashlight, like how they were in the doorway.
Before I took my light off of them.
Intense adrenaline made my brain work twice as fast as I tried to puzzle a way together that would let me escape this room I'd boxed myself into. Disturbed sticky notes fluttered in the air like snow, slowly resting on the floor where they landed.
It was a game of survival. I had to win.

Keeping my light on them, my eyes darted towards the exit that the army of endos had piled through. It was clear, but I didn't know how many were still coming from down that hall, or if I could make it to the exit, anyway.
And what after I made it to the hallway? Run? I wouldn't be able to outrun these guys, not in a million years. I was stuck.
"He's going to be so sad," the little girl's voice mourned in my ear. I flinched, then felt my heart leap into my throat when my light dipped and multiple creaks of metal followed. I hurried to resume pointing it at the endos. "But such is the Afton curse."
Tears pricked at my eyes as I stood there, just as frozen as the endos. I wasn't sure if I was beginning to cry from fear or from the ghostly voice or from the mere mention of Afton.
"Don't worry," she continued as fat tears rolled down my cheek. "I'll take care of you, Y/n."
"I don't want to die," I whispered in this large, echoey room.
"Neither did I."
My hands gripped tighter around my flashlight. Michael had been in this situation before, I recalled him telling me about it, pinned to a corner, boxed in a shoddy little security office. He survived. I had to survive, too.
This light could only last so long before the batteries died. I had to give myself a fighting chance. I needed to run. I needed to run now.
"I'm not going to die," I demanded through a thick, sobbing voice.
"... what?"

Carefully shuffling over the sticky-note floor, I kept my light aimed at the endos. I slowly, so slowly, edged the room, keeping as far away from their still bodies as I could.
  Metal creaked and whined. My heartbeat thundered in my ears. Paper crackled underfoot.
  "You can't outrun them."
  "I have to try," I whimpered. I made it to the doorway, hitting the edge of the softened wood with my spine. The endos' joints groaned with slow movement and I could see them inching around to face me, purple optics piercing.
  "... I hope you win."
  I hope so, too.
  Inhaling a deep breath and eyeing the illuminated endos, I spun on my heel and dashed back down the hall.
  I could hear them, clicking and scraping and screeching behind me, a colossal wall of metal as they gave chase. They didn't scream nor growl, but clattering sound of their limbs crawling and dragging and scraping was more than enough.
  My light careened wildly as my arms pumped, pushing me further down the dark hallway. It caught the edges of shelves, shone on decrepit, friendly posters turned horrifying, it caught rats and cockroaches. I pushed on past, ignored them, and prayed that the sound of the endos getting closer was just the trick of the mind.

  I wanted to cry. I wanted to break down and sob, but I knew that I would be as good as dead if I gave up. So I pushed on, I continued, and as I was starting to tire I pushed myself further, chasing the darkness ahead to escape.
  With horror, I could feel my energy reserves starting to give. My legs were aching, burning, and the beat of my sneakers on the dusty flooring were beginning to slow. I could almost feel them on me, snatching at my jersey, catching the wispy ends of my hair.
  In one last desperate attempt to live, I slapped my hand over my Faz-Watch. Seven icons popped up.
  "He- help!" I pushed out between panting breaths. The roar of the endos were deafening. "Help!"
  It was useless, I knew. The bots probably had another two minutes left of recharge to go and then they'd still have to find their way down to where I'd foolishly ventured. I didn't have enough time. I wasn't going to make it.
  A hand caught on my hair and yanked it, and my body twisted back with a strangled yelp. Another one grabbed at my calf and dug its sharpened claws through my skin, piercing into the flesh and bursting open a pain so blinding that I saw white.
I went down with a cry. The dust dilapidated around me, what would be my disgusting tomb.
  "No!" I sobbed as my fingers scratched along the tile. I was being dragged back down the hallway, gathering dust. My flashlight was long gone.
  The claws in my leg deepened as it hauled my weight along the ground and I cried a wet groan in pain as I felt the spokes wedge their way through muscle. A new hand grabbed at my other leg, pulling me along faster.

  In my pain-hazy brain, I faintly realised that they weren't outrightly attacking, but instead taking me somewhere specific. My eyes fluttered, caught with dust, and I managed to shuffle my way around to see where the army of endos were taking me.
  A sinkhole. There was a fucking sinkhole underneath the Pizzaplex, and the endos were dropping themselves into it like willing sacrifices. I was being pulled towards it.
  I began to struggle with newfound energy, knowing inherently that the sinkhole meant death. One leg pulled free and I used it to kick at the head of the endo with its claws deep in my calf.
  "Fuck off!" I sobbed. It watched me, taking the brunt of my attacks without even flinching. My sneaker's heel pummelled into its face but the purple optics just stared straight through me. "Leave me alone!"
  I should've stopped instead of run. I should've been smarter and used my flashlight to freeze them, but fear made me dumb and bolt. I was driven to flight instead of think, and this was my consequence.
  Why did I go down into those stupid tunnels?
  My hand caught on something - the leg of a table - and I grasped both grips around it as tight as I could. The endo continued walking backwards. Its claws began to drag down my leg and it burned, it burned.
  A guttural yell of agony shredded through my throat but I couldn't let go. The crumbling edge of the sinkhole was only a few steps away.

  I dropped my head onto the dust-covered tiles in teary defeat. It was only a matter of time until my arms would give out - my stamina was fleeting in comparison to a robot, and more were approaching when they realised that I was putting up a struggle. I didn't want to watch my fate.
  I closed my eyes instead, I let myself imagine Michael - fully imagine him. I allowed my thoughts to unlock and run rampant. For so long he had me haunted, but this time I had my arms open wide for the ghost of his memory.
  Dancing drunk in the carpark. His unbridled excitement when I got my scholarship. Investigating together. Our first kiss, and the many that followed.
  The first time I woke up beside him as a lover.
  That one had to be my favourite. He was still asleep, hair messy and tossed across the pillow like curls of molten chocolate. The curtains of his room that we'd forgotten to close let the morning sun cascade on him like honey, delicately brushing across his freckles and tinting his eyelashes gold.
  He was so beautiful. And he was mine that morning, all mine, my best friend and my love. I remembered brushing his hair back from his forehead. I remembered our legs still tangled under the covers. I remembered his mouth parting under my touch. And I remembered carefully kissing every bit of his cheek that I could without disturbing his slumber.
  Even just reminiscing that morning still had my panicked heart fluttering with adoration. A watery smile crept across my dry lips.

  If I had to die, I'd rather die thinking of him.

  So I did. I thought of him, truly did, after eight years of forcing myself to think of him as little as I possibly could.
  I thought of him picking me up after class, of him teaching me about robotics, of watching that stupid cheesy soap opera he was obsessed with every Friday night. Of the surprise kisses he'd give just to see me blush, his hands that would caress with softness he gave no other, of the care he had for those poor young souls, even though they were trying to kill him. 
  With a grunt, I hauled my tired, aching arm to hook around the table leg and released my hand to grab at my locket. I sighed with relief that it was still attached, fearing that I'd lost it when I was dragged across the floor. I'd allow myself one last look before letting go.

  Someone called my name.

  My eyelids fluttered as I glanced up through bleary eyes.
  "Mikey..?" I deliriously croaked. But then glowing blue eyes pierced through the darkness and I felt my brain switch back on. My eyes widened. My breathing shortened as panic and a need for survival returned. "Freddy? Freddy!"
  Anybody could hear him coming from a mile away, thumping across the black and white tile like a sprinting elephant. What I wasn't prepared for was just how fast he was (or maybe that was part of the shock) but he'd erupted into the room and, without hesitation, barrelled through the endos that had turned to him like damn Hercules.
  The endo with its claws in my leg began pulling with vigour and a shrill grunt pierced through my teeth. I began kicking at it again with a second wind of strength, digging the heel of my shoe into parts that I knew were more delicate - joints, hinges, the optics themselves. Its head was thrown back from a well-aimed kick and I took the chance to release my grip on the leg of the table and roughly yank out the wires from around its throat.
  It shut down, slumping like the dead. Its claws slowly released and my head swam with pain as I shook its hand off of me.
I found with disturbed fascination that my blood had tainted the claws at least half an inch along.

  A massive crash to my left had me shrieking back into reality and snapping my attention to Freddy, who was destroying the endos with a look of brutal rage that I thought I'd never see on his gentle face.
  He landed his fist, slightly destroyed, into the jaw of a snapping endo and ripped its head in half. Another had the unfortunate fate of getting kicked in the back while both of its arms were ripped clean off by Freddy's hands.
  He was ferociousness unparalleled. With an animalistic growl curling from his sneering maw, Freddy launched into the surrounding endos and began ripping them up like pieces of paper, one by one, until nothing but useless endo parts and fading purple optics surrounded us like some fucked up version of robot confetti.
  He stood there, in the middle of it all, heaving for breath even though he shouldn't really need to. I stared at him with a new kind of fascination.
  "Holy shit," I panted as I used the table to get myself upright. My hand found my locket again, just in case, before I let myself slump. The old wood groaned.
  My injured leg was pounding with each thud of my heart, sending deep-set aches of torn pain through my entire calf and I forced my eyes closed. I didn't want to look. I didn't want to risk fainting if I saw that it was as bad as it felt.
  God. When did I get so tired?

  My weary eyes found Freddy again. He was staring at the ravaged endos with a look of frustrated confusion. A sharp stab of agony had me drawing in a quiet hiss of a breath through my teeth and it was enough to steal Freddy's attention.
  His wild eyes snapped to me and I flinched under his frightening expression, but then he softened the very next second. His curled maw relaxed into a worried frown, furious brow faded into concern. He approached with a gentleness that would soothe even the most frightened child, watching my reaction warily.
  I felt myself slightly relax under his softness. He was back to his normal self.
  "Y/n," Freddy gingerly called. His eyes flickered yellow as he scanned me and I tried not to notice the way his face shifted when he lingered on my leg. "You're bleeding."
  "Hadn't noticed that one, captain," I huffed as I leant back on my trembling arms. He pulled a dry look at my sarcasm and I managed a crooked grin. "Sorry."
  "What is this place?" Freddy murmured as he helped me off the table and leant my weight against him. "I followed your Faz-Watch's signal, but my internal mappings do not know of these halls."
  "Was kinda hoping you'd know," I heaved through a whimper. The darkened walls, I'd only begun to notice, smelt of char and dust. The tiles beneath our feet had long ago cracked. As I finally scanned the room, I found that it resembled... an old pizzeria. A really decrepit one. It even looked burnt down.
  Why would an old pizzeria be under the Pizzaplex? Why would they build the Pizzaplex on top of a damn sinkhole? Didn't anyone do site evaluations?

  Freddy stilled. I glanced up and found him looking around the old pizzeria with a strained, frozen look.
"No, I know... this place," he whispered. It looked as if he were seeing his own ghosts. His voice audio glitched. That British accent returned. "This is... impossible... how..?"
A clank down the hall had me flinching. Purple optics were slowly approaching through the darkness. I tugged on Freddy's arm.
"Uh, Freddy?" I called breathlessly. The endos were breaching the large room now, prowling and stumbling closer. "Freddy?"
He was still staring at the pizzeria with a lost, hollowed look in his eyes, looking glassily over the crumpled tables, the charred chairs, the remnants of a party cut short. A half-molten can of gasoline sat in one corner, contents empty.
A steel foot clanged over a blackened poster. My insistence grew.
"Freddy!"
His eyes dropped to me, spooked and scared. I sent him a pleading look as I tightly gripped his hand. He could have an emotional crisis over whatever this was later and I was more than happy to help him through it, but we couldn't if we were both dead and torn to bits.
His gaze jumped to the bots and pulled me in closer to his side in protection. I limped into his space, holding his arm with its destroyed hand around me. The endos had begun to surround us, heads bowed, shoulders hunched, optics trained like hunting wolves.

"We're going to have to run," Freddy said. I shook my head.
"I can't," I gasped through my panic. "I can't run, I-"
"I know," he reassured, and then scooped me up into his arms. I squeaked in surprise, and then cried in pain when my leg bumped against his arm. I gritted my teeth with a grunt. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sweetheart." Freddy carefully adjusted my position into something stable. "Are you ready?"
I nodded. I wasn't willing to loosen my jaw, afraid that I'd just burst into tears. Honestly, bursting into tears didn't sound half-bad.
Freddy tightened his hold over me and crashed his back into the endos by the exit. I hunched in on myself against his chest, ducking my head to avoid shrapnel and bits of robot. I felt Freddy falter, give this burnt-down pizzeria one last look, before the endos charged and he turned tail.
I hooked my arms around his neck and peered over his shoulder. The endos were giving chase, scrambling over one another like a wave of metal in this near-absolute darkness. They were ferocious, lusting for blood, reaching their arms out in hopes of snagging Freddy's plating. My arms tightened.
"They're coming," I breathed.
"I know."
"They're right behind you."
"I know."
"They're-"
"I know!"

I smacked his shoulder and sent him a pitiful glare. His glowing blue eyes glanced at me in shock.
"I'm scared, don't yell at me!"
  "My apologies," he grunted as we swung up a set of stairs. The metal of the endo's feet and bodies screamed against the tile as they skidded around to continue chasing. I pushed my head against his chest and held on for dear life.
  Freddy shouldered his way through some doors, bringing us out into one of the familiar, though less frequented utility tunnels. His mock-breathing hitched.
  "Internal mappings rebooted," he said. His ear swivelled back to asses how close our chasers were (too close, way too close) and curled me into a ball against him. My eyes stung when my injured leg brushed against his shell and I threw my head back in silent agony. "We have to lose them through the tunnels. Are you okay-?"
  "Just run," I groaned a cry. He nodded and ducked his way into a storage room, sweeping his way around storage units and shelves.
  The endos careened after us, crashing into the obstacles with little care for their body's integrity. Freddy shoved through another set of doors, bringing it off its hinges, before racing down another hallway. He ducked in and out of rooms, never looping back in case we got surrounded by limping, half-destroyed stragglers. He was following a route in his processor that would help lose the endos and get us back home.

  Finally, when the last endo had been lost in an abandoned kitchen, Freddy made his way to Rockstar Row. I felt woozy and delirious, and I once caught sight of blood dribbling down the back of my shoe and almost fainted. I couldn't be bleeding that much, right?
  I hoped not.
  "We need to get you to a first aid station," Freddy said as he all but stormed through the Row. I could feel myself relaxing now that we were on familiar grounds.
  "What happened?" It was Roxy, emerging from her room with a look of genuine concern. Her eyes widened when they found my leg.
  "I tripped," I croaked. "And fell."
  "There's claw marks in your leg."
  "It was a bad fall."
  "Y/n was attacked by endoskeletons," Freddy answered gravely. Roxy almost had to rush to keep up with Freddy's fast pace as he entered the Superstar Daycare Pick-Up and ducked into a staff-only area.
  "Endos?" Roxy echoed in disbelief as she watched him gently set me on a gurney from the door. I stared at the wall as Freddy rifled around for painkillers and a glass for water. "Aren't they all offline?"
  "Apparently not," Freddy murmured as he returned. He watched as I downed the painkillers and drank the entire glass of water in one go. "I do not have the... appropriate appendages to perform first aid. Now, I know your first meeting with Sundrop left much to be desired, but-"
  "It's okay," I said, and then cleared my throat when it came out croaky and dry. "We're friends."

  Freddy blinked in surprise.
  "Oh!" he said, and broke into a smile. "How very fortunate! He is the only one equipped to deal with injuries such as these. He should be along in just a second."
  "Mmkay," I hummed. A drop of liquid echoed in the medical room and I went to glance down. Freddy's finger caught me under my chin and pulled my gaze away before I could see the state of my leg.
"How are you feeling?" he murmured. I exhaled through my nose and let my head slump onto his hand.
"M'probably gonna have nightmares for the rest of my life," I admitted with a half-hearted shrug. "And I'm pretty sure I'm now terrified of the dark and the utility tunnels, so that's swell."
His thumb stroked the line of my jaw. I felt as though I could melt.
"You were very brave."
"Oh," I said. My eyelids fluttered. "Thanks." I didn't feel very brave, and I'm pretty sure that the only reason why I wasn't screaming and crying in pain was because of still being in shock.
A slow creak of metal had me stiffening but it was just Roxy moving away from the doorframe. She was watching us with an odd, confounded look.
"I'm gonna check the tunnels for any loose endos," she said with a thumb over her shoulder.
Freddy nodded, though his eyes didn't leave my tired face. "Thank you, Roxy."

My gaze flickered to Roxy's. She stared, brows softened, and then left with a flick of her tail.

Freddy was assessing a scratch along my cheek when I returned my attention to him. He peered close, intimately close. His breath brushed against my neck and it had my spine stiffening.
I recalled the way he reacted to the old pizzeria and frowned. That... certainly wasn't normal.
"Are you okay?" I asked quietly. His blue eyes jumped to mine and he smiled in confusion.
"Pardon?"
"Are you okay?" I repeated. I wanted to lift my hands to pull his own from my face so I could get him to concentrate, but the ache was too heavy. I settled on locking my stare with his, tracking wherever his drifting, meek gaze may lead. "You knew that... place, didn't you? You had a look on your face."
  Freddy's hands fell away. They landed on the sheet of the gurney on either side of me, corralling my thighs in loose aptitude. He eyed the white sheet as if counting threads.
  "I... was mistaken," he mumbled. I mustered you the strength to lift my arms and held the cool, smooth metal of his cheeks. I guided his head around to face me. His blue eyes reluctantly found mine.

  "You're lying to me," I said quietly. His ears pinned back and his expression morphed into one of pained hesitance. I brushed a circle on the edge of his blue face design - when had I started caring so much about him? "It's okay, you don't have to tell me. I'm here, though."
Freddy's ears swivelled forward. Some of the hurt left his eyes, slinking away like water over rocks.
"I may not be some high-powered, super-intelligent robot, but I know what it's like to hurt," I continued. "So if you need someone to talk to, n' all that, I'm free."
  I poked his nose and a small honk bounced in this sad, little room. I gave a small smile. It was mirrored onto him.

"Hey, friends!! Hi, hello!!!" Sundrop enthusiastically burst through the doorway, making me jump and for Freddy to hastily rip himself from my hold. My hands felt empty.
The attendant didn't seem to notice our little moment, instead zeroing in on my leg with a loud gasp before we could return the greeting.
"Oh no!" His head spun, and while his expression couldn't change from that massive toothy grin, Sundrop's voice made it clear that he was concerned. "You've got a boo-boo! That won't do-do! Let's clean that one up for you, friend Y/n, yes, clean up, clean up!"
  Freddy moved out of the way as Sundrop fluttered about the medical station, grabbing an armful of supplies while gleefully muttering to himself.
  "It's not that bad," Freddy reassured when he noticed that my face was scrunched in apprehension. I didn't actually want anyone to touch my leg, even though I knew that leaving it was a one-way ticket to infection city.
  Even just anticipating the pain of the saline wash Sundrop was expertly preparing had tears stinging at the corners of my eyes. Or maybe it was just the pain of the injury, making itself know once again as the shock wore off.
  "Really?" I gasped through gritted teeth. Pulses of pain had returned.
  "... yes. Really."
  "You're a terrible fucking liar, you know that?" I hissed through a breath. Freddy guiltily chuckled and laid a hand on the top of my head in support.

  "Are you ready?" Sundrop didn't even give me time to answer as he knelt before me, still managing to be the tallest in the room. "Three-two-one, here we go!!"
  "Oh, FUCK."
  "No profanity allowed!" Sundrop sang as he merrily cleaned out the bloody gouges in my calf with a cloth soaked with saline solution. "This is a family-friendly establishment, family-friendly indeed!!"
  "Nonononono," I cried as the sting of the solution spread what felt like damn fire ants under the skin of my leg. Clearly, the painkiller wasn't strong enough to numb this out, too. "Stop- stop, please stop!"
  "Can't stop, cottontop!" Sundrop cheered. The cloth firmly cleaned out some gunk that I was sure I'd picked up from the dirty floor, and the pain was so intense that it made me feel like I was experiencing vertigo. It was if I could feel every fibre of the cloth scrape against my exposed flesh. "Infections are serious, yes, they are!!"
  I groaned a sob. Freddy's hand entered my bleary view and grabbed at it without a second thought. My pain meter was reaching a threshold and I was afraid of what would happen once it was superseded.

"Clean, clean, all clean!" Sundrop gushed as he sat back and dropped the bloodied cloth into the sink. He reached for a large, white tub of something with a scientific-medical name and turned back. "Time for antibacterial cream! Ready? Three-two-one!"
He began smothering the cream onto the cuts and I threw my head into Freddy's arm. Something 'donked.' I didn't care if it would give me a headache. Any distraction was enough.
"Oh, my god," I wailed.
"Almost there," Freddy soothed. He wrapped an arm around my shoulder and I slumped into his side, craving any sort of comfort. "It won't need anything else other than to be wrapped, correct?"
"Correct, friend Freddy!!" Sundrop enthusiastically nodded. "Correct, correct!! You're doing great, friend Y/n!!!"
Through my agony and flooding tears, I managed a shaky grin.
"Thanks, Sunny."
Freddy continued to hold me as my calf was firmly wrapped in a white medical bandage and I was grateful for his presence. If I didn't have him to ground me, I was sure that my atoms would split into the astral dimension from the way my head was spinning.
"Done! Done, done, all done!!" Sundrop sat back and reached over to a counter. "Here's a lollipop!! Make sure you rest up now, okay, friend!!"
I stared at the orange stick of candy and slowly took it from his grasp. He patted the top of my head with a giggle.
"Okay, doctor Sun," I nodded, and he silenced. He stared at me, quiet, which was odd and frankly disturbing because he was never quiet.
"I am not a medical professional," Sundrop finally said. My brows furrowed in bewilderment.

"Thank you, Sundrop." Freddy quickly jumped in before the two of us could confuse ourselves even more. He carefully scooped me into his arms with gentle precision. "I'll make sure that they rest."
  "Okey-dokey!" Sundrop sprung to his feet with a clap and followed Freddy out of the medical station. He resumed his usual swaying, which I noted was absent while he was treating my leg. "I'll see you later, bye-bye, friendos!!" 
  "Bye, Sunny," I called over Freddy's arm. He feverishly waved from the entrance to the daycare in ecstatic farewell.
  I leant back into Freddy's chest with an exhausted sigh and closed my wet eyes - I would never pick in a million years that my night would've gone like how it had. I thought I'd just find some dusty old files, maybe an old robot with mysterious stains or two - but this was Freddy's. I should've expected something along the lines of fucking insanity.
  I almost died.
  I almost died.
  The revelation of it had my chest twisting with a sickening pull. I faced death. I stared it right in the eyes. I could feel it still, the anxiety of its cold fingers gripping my leg. The purple, uncanny glare almost ripping the very heart from my chest.
  I forced my eyes open. I didn't want to think of it. But it was all I could think of.

  "Freddy." My voice was lower than a whisper, almost inaudible, nothing more than a vibration along the back of a breath. He hummed in response. "... I almost died."
  The rhythmic beat of his walk, the rocking sensation of his arms, it almost tempted me to sleep. I forced back on it. I didn't want the dusty horrors of the complex's bowels to revisit me so soon. Freddy's blue eyes dropped to me, but I just continued to stare with unblinking eyes at his bow tie.
  "You are here," he said. "You're alive, Y/n."
  "I'd be dead if it wasn't for you," I whispered.
  "But you are not," Freddy reminded with a soothing, calming voice. The door to his room slid open and I felt an extra cover of relief settle over me like a warm blanket. My gaze roved the familiar area, something that I had begun to consider a safe space to me now, before stopping on something that was certainly out of place.
"Did you... destroy your charging chamber?" I asked incredulously as my eyes set sight on the unit. The door was hanging limp, held up by only a single wire. It was crumpled and dented like tinfoil, the result only someone with an intense amount of strength could produce. The very clear shape of Freddy's fist was moulded to the inside of the door.
Ah. That's why his hand was already damaged.

Freddy hesitated as he meekly eyed the sparking chamber. Guilt had his ears twisting back.
  "The chambers cannot be exited while charging is in process," he explained. "When I heard your call for help, I... had to destroy it."
  "Oh."
He gingerly set me down on his couch and knelt before me. I startled at the intensity of his eyes as they stared into mine, before jolting slighting when his hands landed on either side of my hips.
"Please, Y/n," Freddy insisted quietly. His thumbs moved to curl over my thighs and I sucked in a breath. "Remain here for the rest of your shift. You need to rest." His hands slid down to my knees as he stood, and I felt fucking bewildered when my heart lurched with him. "I'll get you some new clothes."
What in the holy fuck. My heart thundered in my ears for the second time in twenty minutes, but not out of fear. Did he just caress my legs? Did I just like it?
  Swallowing against my suddenly dry throat, I nodded.
"Okay," I whispered. He lingered, staring, before turning to leave his room. I sat upright. "Freddy?"
When his blue eyes landed on me, I pulled a weak smile. I felt so small, sitting on a couch sized for robots and being looked down at by such a tall specimen. My thighs burnt from where he'd dragged his palms against them and I tried to push the sensation out of my mind. It was beginning to make me feel lightheaded.
"Thank you," I said, because I realised I hadn't actually thanked him for saving my ass from the jaws of death. "Thank you for getting me out of there."

  Freddy's face warmed into a affectionate smile. But then it froze, and he glanced down at the carpet of his room. I could imagine him staring through the floors, glaring at the sinkhole who'd tried to take me.
  "Y/n," he said. His voice was lower than usual, almost commanding my utmost attention. I gave it to him, staring as he stood in the doorway.
  "Yes?"
  Freddy's eyes flickered up to mine from the floor. His expression was serious - serious enough to send a chill down my spine. A darkness crossed over his face.
  "Do not go down there again."
  It wasn't a suggestion, an idea or advice. It wasn't him telling me that hey, maybe going down there again wouldn't be the safest.
No, it was a demand. One that he expected an answer to, if his silence was anything to go by.
  I nodded quickly, as if to make up for the delayed seconds of me staring at him dumbly. Half of my brain was still on the feeling of his hands.
  Satisfied, Freddy relaxed, before finally leaving the room in search of clean clothes so I could change out of my blood-stained, dust-encrusted sweats. The door shut behind him with a clang.

  Alone, I dropped myself back onto the couch and stared at the ceiling.
  This couldn't be happening. But the feeling of Freddy's massive hands on my thighs was so viscerally imprinted into my head that I couldn't deny it, either. The weight of them, the size. He made me look tiny in comparison.
  He could squish me. So, so easily.
  And my heart was fluttering. There was something within me, burning, coiling viciously, singing his name and cursing me at the same time. The feeling had me viscerally frightened.
This was wrong. This was so, so wrong.

  "I'm going fucking crazy," I whispered to the neon lights of Freddy's room.