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

Chapter 5 - Indifferent Opportunities

"I'm not supposed to be here." You suddenly blurted, feeling overwhelmed and looking for a way out of this interrogation.

"Really?" He asked caustically and tilted his head. "And why is that?"

"This isn't my world."

So long, secrets.

Golde's smile dropped, the black in his sclera receding quickly and allowing his wide black irises to come into view. He straightened up.

"What?"

You pursed your lips and closed your eyes, mentally cursing yourself for spilling so soon.

"I'm not supposed to be here— in this world. It's not the one I'm from. I don't— I don't know how I got here, or why I'm here at all, but I'm definitely not where I'm supposed to be and I feel like the universe is trying to kill me because of it." You prattled on, watching as Golde shuffled backward around the table and fell back into his seat as you spoke, a blank stare resting on his features. Was he scared? Angry? Confused? You couldn't tell. He was an incredibly difficult person to read, but maybe that's because he wasn't a person at all.

"So—" he paused, gathering his thoughts after a beat of silence "—you're from another universe, is what I'm hearing?"

You nodded.

"Are you pulling my leg right now?"

You shook your head.

Golde fiddled with his watch as your words were fed into his parietal lobe. Honestly, he thought he was being too quick to believe you, but he had to remind himself that you did just pinpoint his identity and prove that you knew what he was by not-so-subtly mentioning how he killed one of the children that once inhabited his body.

"But—how do you know that this isn't your world? What's so different about it?"

"Where I'm from, Freddy's is, well..." you hesitated, realizing that slamming everything down onto him at once might not be the wisest course of action.

"It's what?" He pressed, anxious about the fact that the main difference involved the restaurant.

"You're not going to like it."

"I don't have to like it."

"It's a video game."

"A vid— oh, God, why." He groaned, burying his face in his hands. You could hear his shaky breaths as he stayed there for a moment, elbows planted on his knees and staring down at his feet. His hands moved from his face to hold his palms in the air as he processed the new information.

"All of... this—" he gestured to the general area around him "—is just a game for you?"

"Well, it's not just a game," you tried to elaborate, "it's a really good one. One of the best in the eyes of millions. It's my personal favorite."

Golde sunk further into his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"It's also set in, like, the nineties. This place is a huge improvement in comparison to what the original restaurant looked like."

"So, there's a multiverse, essentially," Golde suggested, bringing you back to the main topic at hand.

"Me being here proves it—but take it with a grain of salt, I'm not an expert on this stuff. I don't know anything." You wriggled a bit, legs beginning to fall asleep from the lack of blood flow. "Can you let me go?"