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Anti-Social Artist (Glamrock Freddy x Fem Reader) Chapter 7: New Friends, New Enemies

"Way to go, Superstar! What an amazing performance, and even better with the guitar alone!"

Listening to the anthropomorphic animatronic bear giving nothing but praise didn't surprise me; no, it scared me.

I knew Freddy was known for his kind gestures towards everyone; Words of encouragement, giving pats on the back, and comfort hugs. Everything is so sickeningly sweet to make people happy and not expect anything in return. Was it challenging to grasp he was a machine or at least half a machine? I want to access the company's endoskeleton books or manuals to understand their mechanics better. Not for reasons to harm the animatronics in any way.

'Oh, how I miss having knowledge's sweet and bitter taste in my good days.'

Unfortunately, I failed to realize until now that I was unintentionally zoning out while staring at the cheerful rockstar. Thankfully it didn't phase Freddy.

"As much as I would love to listen to you play again, you need rest! I'm astonished you're still standing!"

Before I could reply with one of my panic-inducing flirtatious jokes, the stomps of a fuming alligator come towards the stage, pointing an accusatory finger my way. "You! What the hell are you doing with my guitar?"

My voice died down at the serious tone, which seemed all too familiar and not in a good way. As if in pilot mode, I removed the strap off my shoulder and held the guitar in one hand while the other wrapped protectively around my stomach. "I understand you're angry for something of yours taken without permission. I am sorry." I reply in a monotone voice.

Everything felt uncomfortably loud. There was no sound, yet the silence felt ear-shattering. That dreaded thing always creeps up on my back straight to my mind. The only thing I could make out was how much my body shook. I knew how it felt to disappoint, the torment I was reliving in the aftermath of every fright, my ribcage getting tighter around my lungs, and my hands trembling. Why did I use his guitar? What was I trying to accomplish?

'Oh, I wanted to vent through music. That was it. Well, that didn't end well for me.'

Montgomery Gator snatched the guitar off my hand, standing tall while pointing an accusatory finger inches away from my chest, and a light puff of smoke blew out of his nostrils. "You're lucky you play well and haven't created any visible damage, but next time I won't be so forgiving if this shit happens again!"

Freddy attempted to step in but was cut off before he could.

"Do not touch my property without permission, play way past midnight in a place where literally everyone who lives here can hear you, and most importantly," the gator leaned in, forcing me to stare at him, "Stop running yourself thin so that Beckett gets what you want."

My voice couldn't speak up, and my body froze on its own as I stared at him in shock, a dumbfounded look on my face. I wasn't expecting such words to leave Monty's mouth; I was wary of the scolding for using his stuff, but the fact that he straight-up viewed me as a greedy attention-seeker was such a low blow. Instead of backtracking or walking away, his mouth forming a toothy grin was the last straw.

A growl emanated from the other animatronic, who immediately took place before me, blocking me from Monty's view. I couldn't get a word in since everything was happening so fast for me to catch up until Freddy decided that enough was enough.

"Take a walk Montgomery, while you still have a chance."

I've never heard the bundle of joy shaped-like bear transition into something this aggressive. It astonished me, but why? Why was he protecting me? Weren't they friends? Wouldn't they take each other's sides no matter what? I was only their coworker; why did Freddy genuinely care? So many questions, not the right moment or time.

Monty let out a dry, sarcastic laugh on his face by what I could hear. "Always the kind one for everyone, right, fat bear? I knew you'd have a soft spot for y/n in no time. Someone helpless and fragile to make you look good, the knight in shining armour."

Freddy's fists couldn't clench any tighter; his fur would've ripped by then if he did. I wanted to reach out to him, ground him as he did for me back when I first woke up from my collapse. But I could tell that even the lightest touch would cause him to snap unless I found a way to bring him back.

"Funny, knowing that the animal you're based on has ears at the back of its eyes and has excellent hearing range, yet you seem to be as deaf as a cuttlefish." He replied nonchalantly.

Monty's face was inches away from his face, whispering in an unhinged tone. "What'd you just say, fazfuck?"

"You've proven my point. As I said, walk . Or do I need to get you a leash? I'll help you take the first few steps. Take a pick." Freddy sounded amused. To be fair, I found it incredibly attractive when the cheerful people finally snapped and immediately broke character, turning into someone they've never gotten out of their shell. But what is terrifying is the part where they burst into anger for the first time in front of those who've never seen them angry. And a calm and collected bear transitioning to a sarcastic and threatening one is, to say the least, surprising. Sarcasm was kinda sexy in a weird way.

Montgomery didn't respond, pondering his decision, but Freddy didn't give him much time. "Considering your irrational behaviour, it's quite a cowardice act to call y/n helpless and fragile in her most vulnerable state where she may be unable to defend herself." He stepped forward, making the other step back.

He kept expressing his anger without laying a finger on the gator the more steps he took, "The one who likes to put himself on a pedestal here is you. Insulting your coworkers doesn't make you the bigger person; your nicknames for me shouldn't be a problem, but tormenting y/n is where I draw the line. It's never to make me look good. I defend her because she has a heart of gold and cares for all robots here."

I felt a light tug at the end of my pants; looking down, I see Tiny gently chattering his teeth for piano keys, gesturing me to kneel down. And so I picked him mere inches off the ground, listening intently as Freddy covered us.

..-. --- .-.. .-.. --- .-- / -- .

(Follow me)

As much as I wanted to leave, I had to make things right. It was my fault I got Freddy in this situation to begin with. I looked over my shoulder and saw that the two animatronics were still at each other's throats. Even If I wanted to make amends with Monty, this wasn't the right time. It was time to go. And so I followed my small friend behind the stage to sneak out.

We returned to the ground floor through the backstage entrance, taking the stairs down instead of the lift. I typed a message to Freddy on my way down but decided to send it once I settled in the Daycare. I have already caused enough of a ruckus, and giving everything time would be best before speaking again.

My small robot friend and I approached the Daycare's giant doors, seeing both Sundrop and Moondrop waiting for us. I was expecting some sort of scolding from them, considering how they were caretakers. I hated my brain for this, more so my anxiety for making confrontations more complex than they had to be. Monty's words would now be stuck in my head on a loop for so long. Even if I forget about them, I will still be reminded and tormented until I die. A bit exaggerated from one perspective, but words stick with you like a leech and drain the life out of you. I usually try to learn from it and improve instead of being miserable, but there was a catch. Time.

I always need time.

Time to think, function, and adapt to new things as fast as my anxiety will allow me.

Every day every new, unexpected event throws me off my rhythm, and I have to restart my schedule automatically in my headspace. It was infuriating.

What was I thinking? For the right reasons, why do my acts always look so selfish to everyone else around me? Why do I always fuck around and find out? What do I want or need? What is it that I seek, or why is everything so confusing? What's that piece of serotonin I'm seeking?

'Monty was right. I shouldn't have played at a time when everyone was asleep and could easily hear me. I need to apologize to everyone later.'

"y/n?"

I looked up immediately and noticed the daycare attendants looking at me with concern written all over their faces. There was no way they were letting me stay with them after running away.

'Why do I always want to give everyone a reason to hate me, whether unintentional or not?'

"I'm sorry I ran away. I needed to get away, I think? I'm not sure. It has nothing to do with you guys. I have a habit of always being alone and doing my own thing." I nervously move my hands around, attempting to express myself while stimming all the harmful emotions and overstimulation at the same time.

Sundrop kneeled to my level and looked at me with a soft smile. "I should be the one to apologize. I shouldn't have talked out loud. I should've been warier about your anxiety and fear of meeting new people." His rays shrunk into his casing. "I realize I triggered you and made you flee the noise. That was not my intention. Will you forgive me?"

He opened his arms, silently asking for a hug. I took the chance without a second thought and hugged him tightly for dear life. The need for physical touch and comfort was very much needed.

"I forgive you, Sun," I whispered, trying so hard not to cry, "but It wasn't your fault. I should be the one to apologize. I ran away, probably woke everyone up."

I tried so hard to keep it together, but my exhaustion, fear, and guilt caught up to me. My tears began to fall. "I got Freddy in trouble, Monty hates me, and I deserve it-"

"Woah, woah there, Starlight. You're not to be blamed or hated!"

I didn't notice or feel being picked up, but Moon was behind Sun, looking over his shoulder at me.

"How about we talk about this over a nice, hot meal and a comfortable bed, hm? You've been running yourself thin." Moon spoke quietly, the LED lights dimming, which was oddly comforting.

I rested my chin on Sun's neck ruffles, nuzzling into them for their nice feel of the texture, and nodded in reply.

My eyes grew heavier as I shut them closed.

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Anti-Social Artist (Glamrock Freddy x Fem Reader) Chapter 8: Parental Figures

'Everything's fine, everything's fine, everything's fine, everything's fine, everything's fine. EVERYTHING IS FINE.'

I clutched my comfort hoodie with a trembling hand while I stroked my hair with the other to ground myself. My heart felt like it would break its way out of my ribcage. My chest carried this dense and heavy weight that suffocated my lungs as I leaned against the corner of the room. "I'm not selfish...I'm not greedy. People misunderstand me. I did nothing wrong. I did..." I tried so hard to keep the emotions within myself as I should, but after what Montgomery told me back on stage, I couldn't help it. I kept these feelings in for so long it wouldn't hurt to break a little. Yet, I was in Sundrop and Moondrop's home above the daycare, inside a spare room they put me in along with Tiny.

The weighted blankets were so cosy, but I was restless due to the recent events, so I left the bed and sat in a corner to feel the cold walls for alleviation. Tiny DJ Music man was asleep in bed, creating white noise as some snore.

I didn't wake him up because I felt like he went through a lot of trouble to help me. He deserved a break, considering I'm a burden.

'Take deep breaths and count to 10. You did nothing wrong. Even though you knew what you were getting into, it wasn't your fault. Of course, you didn't waltz to the stage and play an electric guitar that didn't belong to you; not at all your fault.'

In situations of stress, I would sarcastically try to enlighten the case or accidentally gaslight myself. It's not like I had any other healthy coping mechanisms, no. I have to stay calm. There's always a reasonable explanation behind everything or nearly everything.

'Montgomery was angry because I took his guitar and used it without permission. Rightfully so, he got angry at me and said some unkind words I wouldn't have chosen for an argument, but still, he was angry, and I shouldn't go against his better judgement-'

I paused my thought, bringing both my hands to my head and stroking my hair, everything started to settle a little, but something inside me couldn't calm down. It hurt. It stung like an angry wasp releasing its anger in my chest, but it didn't die. It wanted to keep going again and again.

The buzzing sounds spread up into my head, asking- no -demanding that I let myself go for once. Don't mask it, don't hide your thoughts, let them know how angry I am, how I see what people say behind my back about my behaviour or how weird I am. I need to make them pay.

'No, it's not worth it. It'll cause something I don't want to be a part of. If I call my coworkers out, it'll prove Monty's words right. I'm not an attention seeker and don't need all the backlash. I am to blame, and I deserve it.'

I grabbed the hem of my hoodie and muffled my mouth in case any noise came from my cries of agony. No words could adequately express this pain other than 'Why?'

I couldn't stop myself. I cried my heart out. My hands were shaking while quieting the noise. I was so tired, so hungry, but mostly drained. Mentally drained.

I wasn't hungry before, but ever since I woke up, I was starting to have cravings. Being starved purposely for two weeks felt like nothing at first, but now that I'm returning to reality, it hit like numerous heavy rocks. I felt so weak, so tired, so angry, so helpless.

I turned off my devices and put them away for space. I felt terrible for leaving Freddy without a sign of life. Being away from social media would help to clear my head, yet, it also provided me with serotonin-like comments from lovely fans of my work. Yet, where there's love, there's also hate, and I didn't want to accidentally come across some mean comments in this state of mind. I needed a clearer head to face the music.

'Wait, music! I need music. But I don't want to turn on my phone, and the only one who can play music is...'

I looked over at my small robot friend, still sleeping soundly. One day, he mentioned I could always come to him if I needed a tune. But first, I needed to get everything out of my system.

I silently crawled across the room and picked from the variety of plushies near the bed, the thickest one that I could find. It was one of those Squishmallows of a Pokemon, a purple one. It was thick but soft; it was perfect for the job.

I crawled back to my corner and let out the most blood-curdling scream I've made in a long time, muffled down decibels enough so the attendants couldn't hear me through the walls.

"WHY?! WHY HAVE I DONE THIS? MONTY NOR FREDDY WILL EVER FORGIVE ME! I HAVE BEEN SO STUPID!"

And then came my annoying sobs again. I couldn't help myself; I was so tired. Why did people call me an attention seeker? Students? Teachers? And now coworkers? Why do they judge too quickly? Why are they so harsh?

'It's because I give them that impression, right?'

At least Aaron doesn't think that, right? Neither does Tiny or the Daycare Attendants, right? Or are they pretending? Do they pity me? Are they walking around eggshells whenever they're with me?

I know I met Sun and Moon, but do they pity me now? Am I a burden to them?

'Well, you only know if you try, Y/n.'

I hugged the plushie tightly against my chest as I stood and tip-toed out of the guest bedroom.

There was a lovely wooden kitchen in the colour of space, a shade of blue. There were stickers, magnets and photographs covering the fridge. The magnetised icons looked like souvenirs from Europe, and the pictures showed both animatronics loving one another. It was sweet.

I looked through the cabinets for a glass and filled it with water from the sink. Things were indeed louder at night when everything was quiet. But due to growing up on guard every day in my household, I was as quiet as a mouse trying to look for food.

I didn't have permission to find something to snack on, so water would help a little for the time being and quench my thirst. I couldn't wash the glass in the sink, it would be loud, but I couldn't leave it in the sink either. I would get in trouble for that.

"Y/n?"

I quickly looked over by the opening where the dining area and the kitchen were connected. It was Moondrop. He had a playful smile on his face. He didn't seem to be angry or annoyed. "Having late-night cravings?"

On the other hand, my face was not relaxed by any means. I felt like the colour drained from my face, pale, fearing one of the worst things after being caught, being scolded with no end. For some reason, that didn't happen. "...no? I just had to get a glass of water. I'm sorry If I woke you up."

Moondrop shook their head with a tired smile. Something about that smile told me that they were used to being awake, but I didn't want to assume.

'It wouldn't hurt to ask, right?'

"You were already awake, weren't you?"

Moondrop looked at me, surprised by my deduction, but nodded as they slowly walked towards me. "While being the one who puts the kids to bed, I help Sun fall asleep. I couldn't sleep since I'm on watch as well."

I automatically looked around cautiously, feeling shivers crawl down my back. "You mean someone is watching us?"

"No," they chuckled, "I was looking out for you until I woke up. You've been asleep for a while."

I looked back at them, confused, pointing at myself. "You were making sure I woke up?" They nodded. "Why?"

Moondrop took a moment to respond. I saw the hesitation, choosing the right words, walking around eggshells, and worried I might take it wrong. But I couldn't judge so quickly; I was putting my guard up to make sure I didn't get hurt again. It was funny how I let my feelings get hurt back on stage but not now when I haven't done anything wrong.

'What if I did something wrong? Did I oversleep? Am I being selfish? Did I take too much of their time? Oh no, I need to leave; I NEED TO GO HOME.'

"Y/n?"

I returned to reality, "Sorry, did you say something?"

Moondrop looked more concerned and reached for their hand out towards me, "Do I have permission to touch you?" They asked so softly, so openly, without hesitation. What did they want? In this case, I simply nodded, and they put their hand on my shoulder and kneeled a bit to my level. "Sun and I were talking about being your mentors to support you throughout your two weeks off and after that, too, without charge."

'Wait, what? This isn't supposed to happen, is it?'

"I'm sorry?" I looked at Moon, astonished but confused. Where was the disappointment? Where was the scolding? Where was my punishment? Aren't I too much? Shouldn't I be disregarded?

"I don't...understand. It's not like I don't want you to be my mentor. It's not that. I just thought that.." I lost my train of thought to explain myself, but I couldn't find the right words. I fiddled with the plushie, trying to hold back my tears. "Why do you...want to help me?"

'Why do they care? I'm nothing. I'm a burden! STOP!'

My body started shaking when I couldn't hold it in any longer. I was overwhelmed, my ribcage collapsing, puncturing my lungs while applying pressure to my heart. My skull tightened around my brain, making my head hurt more and more. Everything. Hurt.

I started picking on the bandages around my knuckles that I forgot existed.

'Oh shit, I broke my mirror and hit my head before but forgot about them. I need to feel something else other than this. I don't want to feel this pressure!'

"I... I need... I need to feel." I flapped my hands aggressively while backing into a corner of the kitchen and sitting down. It felt embarrassing to cry in front of one of my role models. I didn't want to break down now. I couldn't wait to be alone again to let it all out. This wasn't my bubble. It was a new place. I didn't know its surroundings. I didn't see the layout before. It was like I was in space. An infinite amount of space and numerous wonders could be tremendous or dreadful.

I felt the texture of the delicate fabric of my hoodie, the wooden planks on the floor with my feet, and the metal handle next to me from a cabinet. Feelings things kept me grounded or helped me process my surroundings. I couldn't fully hear what Moon was telling me. Their voice felt muffled and almost distorted. I could feel the vibration of footsteps coming and going, but I ignored who they belonged to.

'Touch, feel, recognise, repeat.'

That's what I would tell myself when I couldn't think of anything else. Feel what close to me, soothing textures and temperatures to focus my breathing was.

'Touch, feel, recognise, repeat.'

I straightened my back against the cabinets and took deep breaths. I imagined that my belly had a balloon to fill. I breathed in, inflated the balloon, and exhaled to deflate. Inflate, and reduce again and again.

My head blocked out my surroundings. I could only hear my heart.

*Pound* *Pound* *Pound* *Pound* *Pound* *Pound* *Pound* *Pound* *Pound* *Pound* *Pound* *Pound* *Pound* *Pound*

.... . -.--

(Hey)

Tiny's morse code pushed through my blockage like a signal reaching another through a snowstorm. It was surprising yet not at all painful. A spidey sense picking up someone else's spidey sense if I could put it into words. "Tiny?" I whispered.

.. - .----. ... / --- -.- .- -.--

(It's okay)

"I can't... I can't do it, Tiny, I can't!" I never believed in myself, only in dire situations when I needed a job or had to pull myself together to push through. Right now, it wasn't that time. I was so tired, so hungry and run down. I was a mess. My hands started to shake as I reached out to touch his small, metallic face. I felt the cold surface keep me from trancing. He said something that I couldn't catch. "What?"

-... .-. . .- - .... . / .-- .. - .... / -- .

(Breathe with me)

He raised his tiny hands, repeating a motion slowly to empathise when to breathe in and let go. I calmed down my frantic and panicked breathing while stroking his little face. I held him close like a dog lay on top of you to keep you grounded. It was a cold block instead of a warm fuzzy blanket, which I found more comforting since my skin felt scalding and not to my liking.

'Breathe in and out. Breathe in and out.'

I closed my eyes briefly and held him gently, feeling safe with my best friend. My head felt so empty. My thoughts created an echo at the end of each sentence. In general, my body felt so hollow, so disgusting and worthless. It hurts to live like this.

'Why am I like this?'

'WHY DO I EXIST?'

I broke down again, but this time my sobbing was softer. My whole body shook, and my grip tightened around my miniature friend. I was so scared of being left alone, locked away for being too loud or emotional. "Please don't go, don't leave me. I'm so sorry!"

A larger, colourful hand reached out but didn't touch me to show someone was there. "We're not going anywhere, sunshine. We're right here with you." Sundrop, the bubbly daycare attendant, spoke in a calming and comforting tone. It caught my attention, and I didn't want to lose that kindness.

I looked at them with widened eyes, putting Tiny next to me before rushing to hug them without a second thought. I could feel how taken aback, they were by my reaction. I didn't care. I wanted comfort more than anything. Their visible arms picked me up gently, stroking my head as I held onto them like my life depended on it. "...I'm so sorry," I whispered behind their faceplate. Their sun rays were hidden inside, explaining why I wasn't punctured.

"There's nothing for you to apologise for, our little star. You haven't done anything wrong." Moon stood next to Sun.

"But I've caused so much trouble! I-I annoyed everyone on stage. Monty is mad at me, and Freddy is probably mad at me for not answering him. If I hadn't stopped eating, none of this would've happened! Aaron must be in so much trouble with the higher-ups! Oh, gods!"

They turned to look at me, their eyes filled with thousands of little stars around their irises.

"Freddy won't get mad at you for not replying to him. He's a very patient bear. He knows enough to know that you're struggling." Moon placed a few drawings on the kitchen counter as Sun sat down, leaning to get a closer look. They were signed by the animatronics.

Thankfully, Sun spread out the pages for me to see them individually. A colourful page was full of different food emojis by Chica. The next was a portrait of Roxy. Both said, 'These are my favourite foods. What are yours?' and 'You deserve to love yourself.' And lastly, it was a portrait of me. It looked a little rough with the pencil, but I loved the sketching style. It was written at the bottom, 'The other bots and I miss your presence. You can always talk to me if you need anything." Signed by Freddy.

I picked up the portrait and looked at it with a small smile. I missed the wheeled bots too. I missed waving at Map Bot and giving everyone pats on the head. My routine will be paused for some time, but hopefully, I will see everyone again soon.

"Aren't they sweet, Moon?" Sun asked. Moon replied with a light hum while turning a light behind the induction fan. He was going to make some food. "Y/n, what would you like? Do you have a preference?"

I put the drawing back on the counter as I ran my fingers at the sleeve ends of my hoodie. "I like these vegetarian sausage rolls, but they don't sell them here, I don't think. I love pasta, though! As long as it isn't slimy or too chewy. I recommend adding cream after draining the pasta and some broccoli pieces. Including a little bit of salt and pepper to balance the flavours."

Tiny crawled onto the counter with my devices on him as I spoke, leaving them out for me.

I thanked him with a nod before grabbing my headphones and putting them on. The soft leather covering my ears gave me a slight shiver due to how cold they were. Before turning on my phone, I put it on silent for the number of notifications I would receive. It only took half a minute before the device came to life. I immediately went to my music playlist and played something soft, like Indie music. Beach Weather's music became a huge trend, so I listened to one of their albums as I held onto Sun.

"...What are your pronouns?" I asked while looking at everyone, lifting one side of the headphones to listen.

"I go by he, she, and they." Sundrop piped in with a smile, "And Moon's pronouns are he and they. Tiny Music Man here goes by 'he and him.'"

"That's really kind of you to ask," Moon replied as he poured boiling water into a pot. "A lot of coworkers tend to use 'it' like we're things... It's nice to have someone who's not like them."

I gave them a small smile before leaning on Sun's shoulder again, drifting to listen to music. I couldn't help but scroll through the message notifications, mostly from Freddy and Aaron. The latest from the bear caught my attention, though. It read, 'I hope you like the portrait I made for you. I tried to capture how I view you, but It didn't do it justice.'

I felt like lemon yellow again.

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