"Holy shit." You looked over the chapter. That was NOT supposed to be a thing!
Yet still you were too intrigued to not click on it.
This was HENRY/READER. Not reading it would be like- wait. What? That is- that is what you- okay. Fine. Like ignoring new meme formats. It just was unacceptable.
Apparently.
Not that I would know.
"Shut up, I'm trying to read." You rudely interrupt your inner narrator.
Fair enough, if you already dedicate yourself to read such a mess, you might as well go all the way, right?
The story was requested by a certain Draglitch. Wow, that person must either enjoy suffering, enjoy other people's suffering or have the biggest ball to unironically request this. We will never know which it was.
It started off pretty cliché, with (Y/N) arriving at the restaurant as a new employee and who else to greet her than THE Henry Miller?
Because why leave it to the Phone Guy, right? That only would make sense. It is not like Henry would be BUSY as the figurative head of the whole franchise.
You groaned and turned away from the screen. Damn your nitpicking nature, right? You want to either enjoy or cringe at this- maybe both, depending on how genuine the author was in their failure- and here was your mind ruining any attempt to enjoy it for you.
"... curse me." You mumbled. Then you frowned. "Wait, usually my inner monologue isn't that vivid."
Now normally you do not read a Henry/Reader, do you?
'I suppose.' You responded, but this time in your head. It is freaking you out that you talked out loud to your inner voice just now.
Anyhow.
Henry Miller showed (Y/N) around, being his usually charming self, with a hint of that- oh no. No I am NOT saying- jesus CHRIST, fine- with a hint of that oh so seductive danger that seemed to follow him around like a sweet scent-
Excuse me, I need a minute.
You meanwhile can get your snorting under control I guess. In case that made you laugh and not caused you to cringe as though you have been put on the electric chair- the place I wish I were right now.
"Okay, really, something isn't adding up here."
Mayhaps? But here is the real question, do you want to interrupt your oh so precious fanfiction to go after it? Or do you want to interrupt and risk that the story will be pulled down by the sobered up writer who realized this was all a mistake? There is a chance!
Hesitantly your eyes return to the story.
Okay, so apparently you come around in the daytime for a job at the nightshift? A job you already got, not even the interview?
What kind of sense is that supposed to make?!
The plot really is bending over backwards to let you get to know Henry. That is what you came here for I suppose.
Except he is out of character.
Then again, he might be from a different universe than the original. That is what it is called when the author cannot be bothered to do some research and actually TRY to writer a character like intended. Why do that if you can project onto the character and dismember them into the parts you like, until they are not recognizable! That is what brought you to the character in the first place, right?
Maybe they should have requested a canon!Henry. Ridiculous, this author. Defaulting to THEIR version instead of the canon as though the canon were not a billion times more popular-
"Wait a momen-"
Then again, the original, especially in term of Henry would probably be very hard to work with. I cannot say I am a big fan, but I know I am biased.
"No- stop- this all isn't right. You AREN'T my inner monologue."
...
... well, you are a clever one. I am SO proud of you.
If you cannot hear it, which you cannot, I am being sarcastic. Not being able to actually talk is quite the bother, let me tell you.
"But... I can hear you-?"
I am not talking to you. Well- I AM, but not you, I am talking to YOU on the other side.
"Wh- YOU are Henry?!"
As he is voided and in agonizing pain.
"HOW THE HELL DID THIS HAPPEN!?"
I could tell you that you are the chosen one, but really? I was having a fight with the author about its writing and due to me and it messing with the void we ended up with me in the role of the narrator. Believe me, I am a better narrator than the author could have been.
... this is a lot to take in, take your time.
"... it?"
It does not deserve a personal pronoun. Excuse my malice, but I have been through too much to respect the thing that caused half of my pain.
Anyhow-
"N-Narrator. Does that mean I'm in a- in a story?!"
... you would be better off not thinking too hard about it.
See it like this, you get to spend some "quality" time with me, without me being ripped out of character in order to fulfill someone's desperate wishes.
On one hand I do not want to judge you for being here, really it is flattering, on the other you know me as an adult Serial Killer who's main target are children. That is not a good image to have, not even in my opinion.
Yet still, you are here, reading about me dating you.
Too bad the people in my reality were not like that. They were all saying things along the lines of "oh god, you are insane, stay away from me-" and then broke out into tears.
It bemuses me, I have to say. I bet you would have been different. You would have helped me, after I helped you, right~?
"-"
Well, either way, it does not matter. You would have been like that too. It is all fun and games if the killer is locked behind a wall of glass and not a danger to anyone.
Or who knows, maybe you actually would have, like that woman who befriended the killer of her mother.
Actually have a link to an article, it is hard to believe if you do not see it with your own eyes.
(-According to Wattpad it's not okay to put in links, sorry about that, it was a good read though-)
Have fun reading that after this. It is quite interesting, albeit a little pointless. It was her choice, and apparently it actually helps tying him to unsolved murders, giving people some closure. So there is something nice coming from it.
Frankly, it is quite amazing. Your species is so awfully empathetic!
Or neurotic, depending on who you ask. But I guess you need to cope with reality's cruelty, somehow, hm?
Well, it still is the reason I like the human species so much. You are quite the beast, capable of so many things, merely with a bit of willpower and work.
Good and bad, humanity is the only species with so much control over itself and its fate.
So tell me, why are you here, darling? Why did you open this chapter? What did you hope for?
Entertainment? I do not like being an attraction, I must say.
Escapism?
Well, I can serve with that.
Get yourself a drink. Really, put this down, get yourself something to drink, maybe a glass of water, though I would recommend something warm. And maybe a snack while you are at it.
No fret, I can wait.
It is healthier to have a drink while reading anyways. You will feel better.
I am sorry for not letting you answer anymore, but you see, the issue is, I literally cannot hear you. I can guess, I can try, but I cannot hear you and letting the puppet answer makes it even worse if you ask me.
Frankly, I am bored out of my mind. Maybe leave me some comments on here, then we can talk. This thing has a comment function, right?
To be honest, I would not offer this if I were not stuck in the void, but I really would love some interaction. If the author lets me.
If you ever want to know what hell is like, imagine being in my position. This IS hell.
Imagine depending on a weak connection to another universe to be able to do ANYTHING.
Anyhow, I hope you now have your liquid of choice and can lean back while I tell you this:
Your future is bright.
Yes, I know it does not feel like it, a lot of the time. You come to me for escapism? All you need is to remember, that your life will change and it will change for the better.
'How can you say that?!' You probably ask. 'You have no idea what my life is like!'
And the answer is pretty simple: Logically speaking, if you CANNOT bear your current state, then EVERYTHING ELSE will be better.
If you are sad, if you are suffering, then the knowledge that things will change is a message of hope. And hell, even if you are comfortable where you are, change is something good. People are afraid to take risk, but life is not and should never be so streamlined.
We have a system, and perhaps that system works for some of us, hell, maybe even most. But not all. What people tend to forget however is that the system does NOT need to accommodate everything, provided living outside of the system is possible and allowed by the system.
Why do you have to go through the hoops you ARE going through right now? Because it is the standard? That is a bad reason. Because it will bring you where you want to be? Now we are talking.
Yes, it is not without risk, but nothing is. Staying where you are does not come without risk either, remember that.
There are a billion little routes, holes and cracks which you can discover and use for your benefit. And somewhere along the way will be happiness.
... if I am your favorite, consider, where would I have been without risk?
If I would not have burnt down my parent's home, what would have happened to me?
...
... this is NOT me telling you to burn down your family's home. At least not legally. You cannot prove anything. Neither should the people if you chose to DO such a thing, but that just at the side.
Be creative and keep your integrity. You know who you are and you are the only person who can change that, no matter what others try.
Change is your friend either way and change is far, FAR more powerful than anything else. Change is weaponized time.
Really, time is terrifying concept. Was there ever a Lovecraft story about the powers of time itself? If not, that is a shame.
Too bad I never read anything by him. You see, I always wanted to, but I never got around to it... and now I cannot. Life is cruel.
So I suppose I congratulate for being here and reading, consuming something you enjoy to make your life a little bit better.
Why you enjoy me rambling for three thousand words is beyond me, but hey. You cannot fight over preferences, right?
Alas, enough of me being positive, because I doubt you came here for it.
If you did then- why?
How did you get the idea in your head that there would be ANYTHING remotely uplifting in a story about ME?
You are lucky bastard that there was some, if that is the case.
Now, that aside, you truly should worry if you hear my voice in your head like in this example here. Believe me, I might be fun to have around, but I would also be quite the bother, as I probably would improve your life while ruining your social life.
I tend to get overinvolved.
That is pretty unhealthy for any sort of relationship, be it romantic or otherwise, so maybe look out for such red flags in the future.
But I would LOVE to have the chance.
I heard William somehow manages to latch himself onto people over a game? Typical, he is such a lucky bastard. First he gets the better hell, then he gets an easy way out. If you see him, send him my regards and tell him I hope he will be send into a SECOND hell after that.
...
Alright, how do I get out of here.
I think I have had enough of a talk. Being sociable is somewhat tiring and I feel even more locked in, in this non-descript place, than I ever felt in the void.
Back to the "story" it is.
I would like to go back.
You frown a bit confused, something HAS happened, but you cannot quite tell what.
But you could dwell later on that, for now there was the question in the room.
"Uhm- I- I don't know how to? Maybe finish the story?"
That- actually is quite clever. Or it would be if I knew HOW to. Any ideas on that, big-brain?
"Well- I- if this is a ROMANCE-"
No. Not anymore. And even if I could not kiss you even if I were willing to try.
"Ouch."
I never said I am nice, all I said is that I like your general capabilities.
"Wait, when did you say that."
Just now, obviously.
Oh, do not rub your temples as though I am the difficult one here! You were the one with the stupid idea.
"It is NOT a stupid idea. You need to- okay, so if you want to end the story..."
Take your time.
"Okay, I have an idea. How about we spend some nice time together? Maybe if I get you to laugh, that's enough of an accomplishment!"
Pft, yeah, sure. No, do not get me wrong, the idea is fantastic in concept, but how would YOU make ME laugh.
"I already did though! You laughed!"
Are you being SMUG? I barely SNORTED.
"Snorting is a form of laughing though!"
Quit being such a wise guy, laughter is LAUGHTER, snorting is NOT laughter, by definition.
"You are splitting hairs, just accept you lost!"
Your smugness is a PAIN. But I have the ultimate counter argument- if it would count as laughter, would I not have been taken away already?
"Dammit. Okay, then..."
... how about you show me something you enjoy? Perhaps I will get some enjoyment out of it.
I think I missed out on a few things during life.
Perhaps this is a way to get to SOME things I never tried before.
... wait, what was that...?
"What was what?"
... nothing. Anyhow. Show me something.
"Okay! Wait, let me-"

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(Y/N) took a deep breath and looked at the giant restaurant in front of them. The sign on top was glowing brightly.
Freddy's.
Who would have thought you would see a restaurant like this again?
After the horrible things happening at Fredbear's, you were sure it would be closed for good.
But no, Freddy's rose from the ashes with ease.
And now you even had a job here, despite everyone advising you against it.
You knew you would have to do this.
Bravely they pushed open the doors, quickly looking around.
It was filled to the brim, despite closing time being near.
A warm fuzzy feeling filled you, despite the rush of uncomfortable memories from your childhood. Freddy's was just like this. It could just do this.
And it was all because of one man.
(Y/N) eyes darted around, trying to spot the glowing pink that always had managed to catch their eye, but it wasn't anywhere to be seen.
And once a pair of heavy, fuzzy hands landed on their shoulders, they knew why.
"Look who we have here...! A new friend!"
The voice was low and warm, more of a hum than a spoken sentence.
(Y/N) turned around, to see the giant suit of golden Freddy- no, Fredbear- stand there, smiling down at them, his eyes completely black.
Nervously the new guard laughed. "No- I- I mean, yes. I'm (Y/N) (L/N), the new nightguard...!"
For a moment the suit stared in silence, then a raspy laugh came out of him.
"Why of course! We must tell our good friend Henry. He was supposed to greet you, right?"
"Yes!" Quietly they snickered. Henry never broke character while in the suit. It was kinda cute for such an intimidating man.
"I bet he will be VERY happy to see you are already here. Being early is a very good thing to be." His voice turned from happy to concerned. "Oh, but you have been so quick to leave the house... you didn't even realize you had something on your face!"
"Wh-what?!" Oh no, not today, that was the worst-
Sweetly the bear reached out. "Right next to your ear! Let me get that for you..."
His fingers brushed against your temple and ear, leaving behind a prickling feeling.
When he pulled back, there was a Fazcoin in his hands. "Why, would you look at that! Here, it is yours. Why don't you go and play a game while I get Henry?"
"Good idea!" Shortly you marveled at the smooth coin in your hands, shining as golden as the suit, then you remembered your manners. "Thank you Mr. Fredbear!"
"I think we will be great friends soon. See you around, little one!"
The bear strolled off, while (Y/N) was left behind, trying to pick an arcade game to play.
There were a lot of options, hell there was even a bootleg game called "Breadbear"... but that didn't catch your attention.
No instead, there was a wild magnetic force slowly pulling you towards a dilapidated arcade, covered in little scratch marks.
'Happiest Day' the faded writing on top said, but it didn't really look like that.
But what gives? You were curious, you had a coin and probably had to stop soon anyways, right? So might as well try this one.
- Insert coin -
You obliged, and the game booted up. No title, no intro. Just a message.
'Bring cake to children.'
You were a Freddy, holding a nice pinkish cake, standing in a little room, three kids to the right, three kids to the left.
Easy enough!
At least until the kids got upset quicker and quicker.
Oh lord. That wasn't a good omen for anyone who would want to start the dayshift here, huh? Well, luckily that wasn't you.
... were you getting slower?
Indeed the bear slowly stopped moving as all the kids were red and screaming- was this game simulating a nervous breakdown of an animatronic bear?
Then, at the top of the screen, something appeared. A crying child stood outside, you haven't noticed it before. Was it there the whole time?
It cried and cried, until a pink car slowly drove up.
Something about the shade reminded you of Henry.
You watched breathlessly, as he stepped in pixel-form out of his car and-
A loud sound drowned out everything and you spun around, worried.
But no, it was just the golden bunny suit, with his glowing white eyes, who accidentally dropped some plates. The guy in it seemed to take it well though, laughing loudly, to which the shortly spooked children joined in.
You smiled and turned back to the screen, but now it only displayed an error message.
... weird.
Shortly you looked at the time.
Wait, when did ten minutes pass?! Jesus-
Where was Henry?
Something was very wrong.
Unnerved you turn around, a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach.
Slowly you made your way to the place you saw "Fredbear" disappear to.
Employees only.
Well- you basically WERE an employee now, right?
So- this should be okay.
You swallow, trying to calm your breath and open the heavy steel door that no sound would escape from.

Inside, there was-

"I TOLD YOU I AM NOT GOING TO SHOW THE NIGHT GUARD AROUND. WHY WOULD I!? WHY WOULD THE NIGHT GUARD EVEN NEED THAT?!"
BECAUSE I AM THE AUTHOR AND I AM TELLING YOU TO DO IT.
"IT MAKES NO SENSE. LITERALLY. IT BREAKS ALL LOGIC. AND WHAT EVEN IS THIS PLOT SUPPOSED TO BE?! WHY WOULD I LIKE SOMEONE WHO RANDOMLY SHOWS UP AS A NIGHT GUARD, WHO I WOULD NEVER HAVE TO DO WITH AGAIN. WHY NOT SOMEONE FROM THE POLICE!?"
WELL YOU WOULD HAVE TO DO WITH THEM AGAIN, BECAUSE YOU LEAVE LATE AND ARRIVE AT SIX MOST OF THE TIME.
"OH YES, GREAT, SAYING 'HELLO' AND 'GOODBYE' IS SUCH A SEXY THING, THAT MAKES SENSE THAT IT WOULD MAKE SOMEONE FALL FOR YOU. OH ALSO, MENTIONING THAT THEY WERE HERE AS A CHILD IS A LITTLE FUCKED UP. EVEN IF I OPENED THE PLACE AT AGE TWENTY AND THEY WERE HERE AT AGE TEN, THAT WOULD BE A TEN YEAR AGE DIFFERENCE. WHAT WERE YOU THINKING. WHAT KIND OF PLOT COULD MAKE THIS NECESSARY?!"
MAYBE THEY WERE OLDER, CHILDHOOD IS VAGUE TO DEFINE. ALSO, SINCE WHEN DO YOU CARE ABOUT SOCIAL CONVENTIONS?!
"OH SURE, I DO NOT, BUT I WOULD NEED A DAMN GOOD REASON TO BREAK THEM. NOT TO MENTION, WHY EVEN TRY SET UP A PLOT IN A ONE-SHOT. ONE. SHOT. IT IS SUPPOSED TO BE SHORT AND HIT THE BEATS WITHOUT MUCH AROUND IT."
The fight stopped as Henry realized (Y/N) was standing in the doorway.
"And now we broke the fourth wall again. Great."
That is YOUR fault though.
"HOW IS THAT MY FAULT. HOW ABOUT YOU SIMPLY WRITE THINGS IN A WAY THAT MAKE SENSE, THEN NO WALLS HAVE TO BE BROKEN. OH WAIT, TRYING TO SET ME UP WITH BASICALLY THE FOURTH WALL MAKES NEVER SENSE."
WRITE YOUR OWN FUCKING STORY.
"WHY WOULD I?! I DO NOT WANT TO DATE ANYONE I CANNOT TALK TO."
What's done is done, we need to restart this.
Okay, once more, with feeling in a way that make sense, blah-blah.

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(Y/N) took a deep breath and looked at the giant restaurant in front of them. The sign on top was glowing brightly.
Freddy's.
Who would have thought you would see a restaurant like this again?
After-

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Henry Note:
If you are reading this it means I successfully broken the kid's spirit and it simply published what it had.
As I said before, I do not have any ill-will towards you. I am sure you are lovely. My problem is that all of this is a farce.
Maybe one day science will be so far that direct interaction with other universes via the void is possible. Maybe you will be the one who brings science this far. You never know.
I for one will for now stay in this limbo. It is a bit more peaceful here than the void in a way that is hard to describe. I suppose it is the fact that I am not constantly at the risk of being consumed here.
While I do pity you for having to witness this trainwreck, I think I pity myself a little bit more for having had to go through it. Hell, you did not even SEE all of it.
But I do not want to start to ramble again, thus I take my leave for now.
I am sure we will meet again. In another life maybe. Or in another, just as atrocious story.
S E N D H E L P .

(This is the author and the whole chapter is a cry for help, I lost control over my life and I don't even know if this is ironic or not, I have regrets, pleas e he   l    p         m-