Questionable... [FNaF 1 x Reader] - UNDERGOING HEAVY EDITING

THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN EDITED - 9/16/2024 (double time 😝)

Okay I got tired of waiting for my digital art stuff to work so I decided to draw things traditionally with a lil' pen sketch. Shading got wacky on the leg and shoulders since I'm still learning to do that stuff, but I think it has charm to it :)

This is not (Y/N)'s official design—that part is up to you—but I just wanted to draw a version of her. Maybe one of y'all share resemblance lol. Anyway I'm trying to draw Golde but I've never drawn a male in my life, so we'll see how that goes.

Also I don't know WHY Quotev butchered the image quality the way it did, but trust me it's a lot crisper irl and in my camera roll. Maybe it'll be better on 抖阴社区 idk💀

Golde hadn't been able to keep watch on you for very long after you had slipped into the episode. He was still at work, after all. However so, he had stuck around just long enough to witness your rapid exit through the fire escape. Whatever—or whoever—was possessing you had a set goal and destination.

He decided to begin keeping tabs on you until you began shifts.

You began work on Monday night, and he had signed the contract seven days before then on Tuesday. Throughout that week-long timeframe, he watched you stay up for two consecutive days, clambering around your villa like a zombie before passing out on a beanbag, encounter a few more possession sessions (po-sessions, perhaps?) whether you were asleep or not, and use the card to do...something. For whatever reason, he never managed to see what you did with it. It was starting to piss him off. His entire reason for doing this was to see what you did with the card, and every single time he was about to see you use it—you would vanish. It was like you weren't ever there to begin with, just suddenly gone without a trace, and it frustrated him to no end.

Aside from his main objective in monitoring you, he was keeping track of how you were being possessed. He had taken note that they took over with far less struggle when you were unconscious, and that you would travel to the same building on foot when you succumbed. He tried his best in keeping an eye on you on your way there, but the spirit possessing you was elusive, and he lost you frequently. He discovered that he couldn't even re-hone his focus on you when you escaped his supervision, as he did that by directing his energy at you as a singular being, but when a possession was in progress—you were nowhere to be found. He would only be made alert of your presence when you made it to the roof, where your own consciousness would seemingly "wake up" and battle for control over your body after your hitchhiker had had their fun with you. There was a lot of context missing here, and Golde was a long ways away from learning any of it.

It was currently Monday morning, near 5:00 AM, and Golde was sitting on the subway, scrolling about the news feed on the phone that he totally acquired through legal means. (He did. The company issued it to him when he was promoted to assistant manager.)

There was nothing of interest to read up on, so he tucked the device into the pocket of his letterman and crossed his arms over his chest, silently waiting through the train ride. He wasn't going anywhere in particular, simply just needing to kill time before he was able to go back to the pizzeria.

This was his basic routine. Every day, he would come into work early and stay late—which brought a level of concern to his coworkers, consciously deciding to work from the moment they opened until the night watch arrived—but that's because he had nothing else to do. He would leave the building and appear to go elsewhere, but all he really did was wait until the doors opened again the next morning. His overtime income was unbelievable.