(T/T): Tail Type
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"(Y/N), baby, you okay?"

I was sitting on my bed staring at the blanket with my legs crossed. I haven't moved from that spot for 30 minutes, my thoughts mixed with worry and curiosity.

Am I okay? I should be, my birthday was only a few hours and everyone was excited. I'll be 18 and be able to spend all day celebrating it with my family. So...why don't I feel okay?

Memories of my dream clouded my mind and I reached a hand up to hold my head. Why does it hurt so much? Even after Nightmare was able to get rid of the pain, it came right back after dinner.

I felt a hand grasp my own and pull it off my head. Another hand tips my head to gaze into a pair of black irises.

Plushtrap was frowning, rubbing a thumb on my cheek soothingly, it made me feel a little better. I leaned into his touch and purred while he used his other hand to brush his claws carefully through my hair. He always knew how to make me feel better without words, without having to say a word to me. I didn't have to say anything for him to see that I wasn't as fine as I was earlier today.

"What's wrong?"

I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath, "Do you remember when I first met you all? How I acted?" Plushtrap lifted me up and positioned himself to sit criss-cross and set me down in between his legs. He wrapped his arms around me and placed his head on my shoulder while I leaned into his embrace.

"You were, very cold with words, you spoke like you were dead until you quickly adjusted to us, quicker than we expected really." Plushtrap explained. I was quiet at first. Cold, spoke like I was dead. "Dead, huh?" I muttered. "Come on, what's been bothering ya?" Plushtrap's words held so much worry that I felt bad for making him feel that way. But, he's my Nightmare Love, and I trust him.

"Nightmare's been acting really nervous, and I've been having these weird dreams, and my head just keeps hurting." I groaned. Plushtrap nodded and gave my neck and shoulder small kisses, making my breath quicken while he whispered, "I'm sure whatever it is he can take care of it, even the others can too." "It's just, he had that bear meeting and they only do that when somethings wrong." I leaned my head back.

"Maybe they want to plan a big surprise for you? Tomorrow is your birthday, and you'll be turning 18, too." Plushtrap tried to reassure me. Slowly, I nodded in reply, looking up at the ceiling, how many times have I awoken to this ceiling, blinking away my tiredness and being ready for another day.

Another question came out, "Who do you think will become the next heir to the Nightmare Realm? You know, when Grand Pappy retires." Plushtrap nuzzled into my hair, probably thinking. He spoke, "Maybe one of the older Nightmares? Maybe Fredbear will step up while Freddy takes over." "You think so?" "It's a good assumption." Plushtrap said.

Plushtrap suddenly moved me so I ended up facing him. I was straddled on his lap while he wrapped an arm around my waist. Again, holding my head up to look at him straight in his eyes, "There's definitely more to it, you know you can trust me with anything right?" I nodded, "I know, I'm just-"

"Look isn't that the kid from the bite?"

"I heard (she/he) was a cry baby and was afraid of the animatronics."

"Yeah but look at (her/him) now, (she's/he's) not only a cry baby, but a freak."

I buried myself into Plushtrap and let out a long sigh. I started to clench Plushtrap's buttoned up shirt and tried to shake my head to get rid of the pain. This headache just kept getting worse.

"Woah, woah, (Y/N)." Plushtrap pulled me close to him while I let out a groan, "Do we need Nightmare? Should I get someone?"

"No, please, I'm sure the pain will go away. It's just a little migraine."

"Wow look at (her/him), (she's/he's) so different."

"Yeah I wonder if (she's/he's) still a crybaby."

"What a freak."

"Plushtrap, am I a freak?"

Plushtrap was quick to push me away just to connect his lips with mine. I instantly melted into the kiss, letting this moment of silence make an attempt to calm my thoughts and my headache. It worked, and for that I had let the tears run down my face as Plushtrap pulled away, leaning his head against mine. His hands placed gently on the sides of my neck, his claws teasingly poking into my metallic skin.

"I would never think of you as such a thing, (Y/N), you know I would kill everyone for you. This family would do the same. There is nothing wrong with you, you're a special (girl/boy) to us, one we'd never let anything harm you."

I nodded and leaned my head to the side to give one of his hands a soft kiss, "I'm sorry..." "Shhh, it's okay, what's making you feel like this?" I trailed my eyes away, "Memories, from the past." "And that's all they are right?" Plushtrap moved one of his hands to play with my (T/T) tail. I laid my head against his chest, "Yeah, just memories."

We stayed like that for what seemed like forever, my voice interrupting the silence.

I love you so much, Plushtrap."

"I love you too, (Y/N)"

I looked up at Plushtrap and placed my hands on his cheeks, leaning in to kiss him once more. It was short, but very sweet, and I didn't want to let go even if I were to pass out.

But something stopped me from continuing.

With a sudden stabbing pain in my head, I pushed back and let out a cry as I held my held.

"(Y/N)! What's wrong!"

The pain was too much, I clenched my teeth shut my eyes tightly to get rid of it.

Before Plushtrap could do anything, I heard my room door slam open.

"Plushtrap! Get (Y/N) and hide (her/him)!"

"What's going on?! Why is (she/he) in pain?!"

I felt my body being lifted and I tried to open my eyes, whimpering in pain as I saw Nightmare. He looked extremely worried and..scared?

Nightmare placed a hand on my head as he set my down in the closet, the pain was gone, but Nightmare was still shouting at Plushtrap, "Go downstairs and act normal! Don't ever mention (Y/N)!" Nightmare took a moment and said something that sounded like a ton of different voices. I recognized it as some sort of cloaking ability, Nightmare usually used it on Carl if we wanted to go extreme on finding him.

But why was he using it on me?

"Why?! What's happening?! Who's here?!" Plushtrap looking at Nightmare. I watched as Nightmare looked at Plushtrap with a serious expression, "It's here." Plushtrap's eyes widen, "You don't mean..." Nightmare nodded.

"Nightmarionne."