(Just a short Rockstar Freddie x Reader.

Be warned: it's forced.)

He was so expensive. So fucking expensive. How the fuck was I supposed to know?!

What a waste of my fucking money!

You were caught, trapped backstage by the one animatronic you had wanted so badly. But Rockstar Freddie apparently had his own agenda in mind.

From the moment you had brought him into your restaurant, he had been possessive and controlling. Over you, no less! Why?! He flirted with the other customers, but that was as far as it went; with you, however...

Nedd Bear was in hiding. You hadn't wanted to replace him, not fully, but once Freddie had arrived, the flashy mascot had overshadowed the other bear. You loved Nedd dearly, but he wasn't the brightest crayon in the box. At first he didn't understand why he was being literally pushed to the side.

Rockstar Freddie had made sure that he understood, soon enough.

Grunting with the effort you squirmed, trying to loosen the ropes that bound you. Freddie had to keep you somewhere safe, didn't he? He couldn't afford to have you wandering off, especially not in the company of your other animatronics.

You belonged to him, after all. You purchased him. He was yours, and you his.

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The pizzeria had been closed for a good two hours. The rest of your employees had gone home some time ago. You were still trapped backstage, still trying to free yourself.

You knew what it was that Freddie wanted.

Why the fuck did I have to buy him? I was doing just fine with Nedd! He's probably being terrorized again!

For that had become the Rockstar mascot's favorite hobby; reminding Nedd of his place in your restaurant. You had had to fix Nedd too many times to count, and the poor brunet was completely terrified of Freddie.

But who wouldn't be?

"Babe, you're not trying to escape, are you?" Freddie's boots were approaching, which only made you squirm all the more. The Rockstar was smirking down at you as he come backstage. "Baby, baby... come on. You know this is your fault."

"I haven't done anything!" you spat.

"Keep talking to him and I'll do a lot worse. How would you like him to get his stupid fucking head ripped off?"

This made you stop. His smirk grew wider, kneeling down beside you. Freddie didn't bother with untying you, hell no. That would have given you a chance to run and find Nedd. And the Rockstar couldn't afford for that to happen; what if Nedd tried to touch you? Or worse?

Panting, you turned away from the brunet, which only irritated him. Backhanding you across the face, he scowled. "Look at me when I'm fucking talking to you. I'm not letting you go, just so you can run to that dumbass."

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Freddy Fazbear had always been the gentleman of the group. You loved the old bear from the restaurants when you were a kid, which had inspired you to open your own location. Why else would you have gotten so excited at the prospect of having a new and updated version of him?

Needless to say it had become apparent that Rockstar Freddie was nothing like his predecessor. He was cruel, rough, the way he handled both you and Nedd was nothing short of awful. He claimed to love you, since you had purchased him, but was that even true?

You weren't sure. All you knew was that he was obsessed with you.

Carrying you over his shoulder Freddie dumped you into your office chair. You remained tied up. One heavy boot on the armrest the brunet's terrible grin only grew. "Baby, don't look at me like that. It's your own fault."

"Fucking let me go!"

"So you can run to him? Fuck that. I'd rather you stay here and keep me company. There's plenty of things we can do together." And nothing he had in mind would be pleasant for you, you already knew that.

His hands were larger than a normal human's, ripping open your shirt with hardly any effort. Now you began to squirm again, trying to push the chair backwards. But the office area was cramped, and you only succeeded in moving back a few inches before hitting the opposite wall.

Freddie chuckled. "The more you protest, the more it'll hurt, babe. But that's up to you."

The jackknife in his hands made you freeze.

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He groaned, still lying in the same position he had been left in earlier that night. Lifting his head only caused the room to spin, so Nedd rested a bit more.

But your screams were worrying him, he had to get up. Had to!

Finally sitting up, his mouth worked, spitting out a tooth, as well as some blood to go with it. Great. Another missing tooth, just one more thing to have to fix.

Wobbly on his feet, the brunet leaned against the walls as he walked, one eye swollen shut and quickly turning black. His entire body ached; Freddie did enjoy beating him around. And for what?

Just because.

Once hadn't been enough, oh no. The Rockstar took a sadistic pleasure in tossing the other bear around. Perhaps if you had been able to, you could have had a third animatronic that might have protected Nedd. But it was Nedd's own fault for there being only two.

Why, why, why did I talk her out of buying another one? Why?!

With a sharp hiss, the brunet put too much weight onto one leg, and the pain that shot up his body almost made him stumble. Almost. But you were crying, sobbing as you screamed in pain.

And he knew that Freddie was with you. He had to go on.

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Blood ran down your chest in streams, staining your pants, though it was the least of your concerns. Freddie gripped his blade with a cocky grin, admiring his handiwork.

A perfect star.

Of course it was perfect; he had carved it himself. As a gentle reminder of who you were to him. A small symbol of his obsession.

Love? I don't fucking care if it is or isn't. She's mine either way.

With one swift motion he pulled you from the chair and onto the floor, landing on your side. A fresh wave of sobs came from your throat as you hit the tiles. The pain in your chest was searing, but you didn't need a mirror to know what he had done. A star, just like his own.

Seeing you on the floor beneath him, crying and bleeding by his own hands had sent a wave of excitement over the Rockstar. Unsurprisingly he felt himself beginning to swell up the longer he watched you. With a soft groan he tried to ignore the wonderful feeling, though he wanted more. "Sit up." When you remained on your side he kicked you, the steel-toed boot landing on your leg and sending a bolt of pain. "I fucking said sit up! Now!"

Breath hitching in your throat you sat up, head down, refusing to look at him. Freddie did not appreciate the gesture; he wasn't stupid like Nedd. You were rebelling.

The sound of his zipper being undone was loud despite your panting, but it made you freeze.

No. No, no, God no, not this! Anything but this bullshit!

"Open wide, baby."

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Freddie would never get that chance to violate you, not so long as Nedd Bear could still stand. And stand he did, in the doorway to your office, seeing you bleeding and partially exposed on the floor. Freddie was standing over you, grinning as he unzipped his--

"NO!!!" Nedd lept up, towards the Rockstar mascot, tackling the bastard to the floor with a terrific crash. Landing on top of him the smaller brunet began to hit him as hard as he was able... which wasn't very. One good punch to the nose stopped Nedd altogether, and he was thrown off and against the opposite wall.

Freddie got back up, wiping blood from his mouth. He eyed it almost with a curious expression. Nedd had actually attacked him. Successfully. "Do you think this is a fucking game, trying to hit me? Do you?" The Rockstar's heavy boot collided with Nedd's face, cracking it in too many places to count. But Freddie didn't stop with one kick, no; he beat the other bear's face to a bloody pulp.

Nedd had already passed, slumped over, but Freddie continued to attack him, venting his frustrations. You began to scream. "Stop it! For fuck's sake, leave him alone!!" More tears came, as you realized you were heartbroken that poor Nedd had been killed yet again, but this time you knew there would be no easy way to fix him back up. Freddie would make sure of that.

With a soft click he brought out his knife again, slashing across what remained of Nedd's face. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the white tiles. You heaved, feeling bile in your throat as you turned away.

At long last the Rockstar let the body drop to the floor, long past dead. He panted, looking back down at you and grinning. His eyes gleamed, but there was something vital missing to them. Sanity, perhaps. Licking his upper lip, he realized just how badly he wanted you. There were no demands for you to strip, no: he could do it himself. The remainder of your clothing torn, Freddie took a great fistful of your hair from behind, pausing only long enough to bring your hips up high enough.

The first thrust was the worst pain you had ever experienced; unwanted and sudden, you were torn open, your only saving grace being the blood that you shed. Freddie pumped into you with a wild look in his eye, totally having lost what sanity he once had. This, this was what he needed you for. And you were clearly in pain, from the way you were crying.

He pressed against your back, lips to your ear as he turned your head slightly. Enough to face what was left of Nedd's body. "Look at him. Look at him while I'm fucking you. I'm gonna keep on killing him and making you watch, do you understand me?"

No. No, you couldn't understand why all of this was even happening. Your chest still ached, and the brunet's rough thrusting only made the pain worse. You tried to squirm, but could do very little with your hands still tied behind your back and his grip on your hair.

Your eyes were shut. You weren't looking. So Freddie grabbed his jackknife again, dragging the blade down your back and drawing more blood. And more screams. The sounds, God, the sounds of your torment...

Freddie's orgasm was stronger than he expected, and he pushed inside you even harder, riding it out until he finally began to tire. At last he stood up, blood and seed coating his length, and he looked down at you. His upper lip curled back. "Clean me up," he demanded softly.

At first you didn't move. Tears streamed from your eyes as you fell onto your side again. The pain on your chest was nothing compared to that between your thighs. You made no effort to sit up until you heard the knife click open again. But... clean him up? "Wh-what--..... n-no... no...!"

Taking advantage of your open mouth the Rockstar grabbed your jaw, holding it wide and sliding himself down your throat. "Try anything funny and I slit your throat, baby. You don't want that, do you?" Freddie cooed to you. So you sucked, albeit hesitantly, your head spinning and unable to comprehend the situation. It had all escalated so quickly...

But had Freddie always been a sadist?

He had begun to harden in your mouth again, so he pushed you away, eyeing your bloodied, bruised and beaten body. Then the Rockstar smirked. "Ready for an encore?"