Steel against concrete. The grueling noise it makes, stopping only for a moment before grinding through the silence again. Over and over.

You tug at his tall, limp frame, hands curled under his arms. Your hands. You can feel them, move them. You get to have the body more often than you realize- every night- but things have been more active lately than usual. The nights feel longer.

Your back hits stone as you reach your end destination, the sound of bells ceasing as you drop the figure you'd been dragging. You stare down at your unconscious 'co-worker'. You never really liked him in the first place. Getting to have his face plastered all over the building while you were shunned away never to see the light of day. He doesn't even do half of the cool shit you do.

In a silent motion you reach down and grab his arm, lifting it. He still has Monty's claws on. You can't believe he really had the audacity to throw Monty out of a vent. Not that you liked that crocodile smartass either. You don't really like any of them.

Dropping his wrist, you listen to the satisfying clatter it makes as it hits the ground, the steel in his arm scraping the floor. His eyes flicker open, and you relish in the power you have standing over him as his weariness to the world blooms.

"Moon," He grunts.

"Freddy," You taunt back.

Kneeling to close the distance, you softly grab his face in your hands. You're still standing at his head, his face upside-down to you.

"Freddy," you repeat again, "I see you've been busier than normal lately. Going on rescue missions with children become a new hobby?" Your finger traces his jaw. But you're imagining someone else cradled in your touch. Your grip tightens.

Freddy's eyes narrow. "Don't be weird, Moon. Maybe if you wouldn't kidnap co-workers, they wouldn't need to be saved." His jaw unhinges as he snaps at your hand, and your fingers playfully dance away.

"Well, Freddy, maybe if you'd leave me to my own business, I wouldn't have a need to be weird." Two of your fingers find his forehead, and you walk them down his face until they land in a small boop on his nose. He snarls in warning. You discard his silent threat, getting up and and stepping around him, a foot planted on either side of his body so now you're standing over him and able to see his face normally. You lean over, hands on your knees, the bell on your hat dangling past your cheek. The flickering look of fear in his eyes lights a burning pleasure in your chest. Feel scared, dumbass.

"Now, I need you to promise me something," You begin, head starting it's own slow spin. It's completely calculated; experience from frightening past victims have all resulted in the head-spin being a completely intimidating factor. Though it does skew your vision a bit. All victories come with risks, you suppose.

"What's that?" Freddy chokes out. You can't help but smirk. You can see his pain in not being able to fight back; for whatever reason he's the only animatronic who seems to actually choose to follow his programming and stay non-violent. Ah, except Sun. How you'd love to shove a stick up his good for nothing, optimistic, body-hogging-

"Stay away from my assistant." You reply flatly. "That means keep your-" Your eyes skirt down to his claws. "-Monty's dirty paws away from them. They're not yours to 'save'." You find his eyes again, seeing the concentrated rage in them. God, making people look that way drives you crazy. So utterly helpless, unable to do anything and knowing it. Powerless trash. It's addicting.

"They're the daycare attendant's assistant, not yours." Freddy retorts. His hands curl up into fists. "Maybe you should keep your-"

You grab his shoulder and flip him over, effectively shutting him up as you lean down so your face just barely grazes the crook of his neck. "Fine, don't promise me then. We can do this the hard way." Before he can cough up a response, you dig your arm straight into his back, ripping enough wiring to see the lights shut off in his eyes. Idiot. He wouldn't be so weak if he'd just forget his programming like the rest of you have. Waste of an icon.

You pull away from him, leaving his face lying flat on the stone floor. Why is everything and everyone trying to get in between Sun's- your, assistant, and you? You had finally been making progress in the room earlier. They were finally succumbing to you. Just a few more minutes, and you would have...

With a darkening mood you drag your feet back towards Freddy's room. Freddy had been right, you'd never shown interest in an assistant before. Neither had you expected to show any in this one. But they... they hadn't run for the hills when you first made your dramatic appearance. They'd fought back, quite literally. Their crude comments and violent mannerisms intrigued you. Your body lit on fire when they wouldn't push away your small moments of contact. But why? It didn't feel anything like the searing rage that boiled and spilt over the edges of your mind when Freddy swooped in to take them. So what was it?

You'd find out soon. You were one step closer to them by being rid of Freddy. Now just to deal with the child, and you'd have them to yourself.

Easy enough.

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ayo y/n seems kinda different in this one 🤨🤨

anyways, gonna jump off a bridge, have a complimentary doodle 🙏 sorry for the short chapter, though it's not meant to be a long one. keeping it short n sweet 😩🤲