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

THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN EDITED - 9/17/2024

Sorry this one took longer to come out, I'm swarmed with school rn and pretty burnt out with Q. I've been procrastinating with another FNaF fic tho so I don't stop writing entirely, and I've messing around with potential sequel ideas.

I'm still trying to figure out how to draw Golde, so in the meantime here's Zephyr. I messed up on her eyes and jawline (jaw too narrow, eyes too spaced, and I don't like to connect the bottom of female eyes. If you zoom in you can tell), shading is wack, and AGAIN WITH THE QUOTEV QUALITY WHAT IS GOING ON. Anyway I hope you like her mwah 💋

The grip of a knife from the break room silverware shook in the forceful grip of your fist, aimed at the uniform-clad 'man' before yourself. Not many would react well upon discovering that the embodiment of Golden Freddy was their new boss—and you were no exception. You were now standing and had retreated a foot away from the table. Golde hadn't moved an inch. That sickening grin hadn't left his face either.

His sharp teeth glinted in the light as his jaw moved. "We both know that I can't hurt you. Sit down."

You stayed standing and kept your ground, snarling back at him.

"How do I know you won't bite through my skull the second I let my guard down?"

The gall you had when faced with Golde was astounding. You were scared, shaking in your boots, and even then—you found the audacity to hiss and scratch at him like your actions didn't have consequences. That smile twisted and contorted, smearing off his face at your implications.

"I said sit."

Your body dropped itself back into the seat against your will, and you felt everything ricochet from the sheer force of it. He just kept giving you more reasons to gut him like a fish. He began walking over to you and removed the measly paring knife from your hand.

"Good. Now, I'd love to know—" he slotted the utensil back into the block and slid it out of your reach "—how do you know who I am?"

You grunted, trying to resist the invisible restraints that Golde had undoubtedly cast onto your limbs. "I figured it out, douchebag. Let me go."

It wasn't entirely a bluff, as you had just made that realization like, two minutes ago and confirmed it by making a reference to when he crushed the skull of a child between his teeth—but it wasn't the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, either. You had some secrets of your own that you didn't plan on sharing any time soon.

"Obviously. But you see here—I've got a little trick. A glamour of sorts. What it does is ensure that nobody will be able to discover me."

He leaned over you, a hand gripping the back of the chair beside your neck.

"No normal human could ever connect the dots, so tell me— what are you hiding?"

His voice went mechanical—adopting a dark, robotic undertone that made his already deep voice even lower. The entirety of his eyes morphed into inky pools of pitch black, save for his blood vessels—the once-red veins turning a stark white. You flinched at the unexpected change, to which he chuckled sinisterly. That brew of nausea and dread began to bubble in the pit of your stomach again, and you were running your mouth before you could stop yourself.