The Nightshift - Human!FNAF2 x Reader [Hallway]

The Nightshift – Human!FNAF2 x Reader [Hallway]

You let out a breath and slowly backed away from the noisy doorway, a sudden feeling of dread spreading over your body you couldn't help but focus on the light you could see at the end of the hall coming from the security office. Jeremy was at his post as usual and even from your position you could hear the gentle hum of his dusty old desk fan, that thing was pretty annoying during the day but when it was dark it was more than comforting, the only familiar sound that could reach your ears in the silent, almost eerie building.

Eventually you swallowed the lump in your throat and quickly started on your way towards the end of the corridor, as you got around halfway you heard a second set of footsteps behind you causing you to feel your entire body stiffen, yet you didn't stop.. Hearing someone following you wouldn't have been so terrifying if when your steps quickened, the ones behind you hadn't also until you were both at a full run, the person behind you beginning to chuckle as they followed you, noticing your fear and enjoying the chase!

Suddenly they threw themselves at you, their chest slamming into your back and tackling you to the ground where your head hit the hard, cold surface, the feeling of someone sat on you causing you to shake yet the knock to your head slowly made you lose consciousness. As your eyes closed you caught a glimpse of the person who had caught you, it appeared to be a man with long red hair and a wide grin on his face... Gently shushing you as your head fell heavy against the floor.

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“What do we do with a drunken sailor~ What do we do with a drunken sailor~ What do we do with a drunken sailor~ Early in the morinin'~”

A song? Sounded like some kind of sea shanty... Wow your head must have been messed up if you were hearing something like that... Sitting up you felt your skull throb, your eyes being peeled open slowly to see a dark room however it felt small, perhaps suppressed, like you were surrounded by some kind of fabric.. A curtain?

*Shing* “Feed 'im 'ungry rats fer' dinner~ Feed 'im 'ungry rats fer dinner~ Feed 'im 'ungry rats fer dinner~ Early in the mornin'~”

This time you heard the sound of grinding metal, despite your groggy eyesight small yellow sparks flew into the air in the corner of the room, illuminating the man who was singing for just long enough for you to see him... *Shing* There it was again, however this time he was moving, you eyes watching the sparks slowly glide over to the other side of the curtained room, still singing the strange song softly like he knew your [e/c] eyes were upon him~

With a quick strike of a match a candle was lit, finally giving you a look at the man and the room that you were in once your eyes had adjusted to the sudden light. You were right about the curtain, it was long and surrounded a small stage-like area where you were sat, the curtain was sightly ripped and dirty but you could make out a deep shade of purple below the dim flame of the candle.

“Way, 'ay and up she rises~ Way, 'ay and up she rises~ Way, 'ay and up she rises~ Early in the mornin'~”

Your [e/c] pupils drifted up to the man holding the candle, his skin was tanned and had a tough look to it, a small amount of stubble over his chin which accompanied his wide grin perfectly, he was rugged to say the least.. Looking further you noticed that he was dressed as some kind of pirate, an eye patch over one eye while the other was a bright yellow, his red hair messy and hanging down to just below his shoulders and some of it in front of his face. “Wh-Who--”

“Now now, Lass don't talk just yet. Ye hit yer head damn hard, you'll be seein' stars fer a week hahaharr~” he laughed quietly, crouching down just in front of you and placing the candle down on a crate which was sat next to you. You did as you were told, not really feeling up to telling him he was the reason you had been concussed.. “I bet yer wonderin' who I am...”

“A little..”

He chuckled under his breath and sent you a triumphant smile, puffing up his chest to show off to you, “Foxy the Pirate's the name! I'll 'ave ye know I just saved yer behind from that scallywag, Freddy Fazbear haharr.” he chortled, seeing the confusion painted rather clearly over your face his laugh soon descended into a slightly awkward silence, “'E's been watchin' ye.. Followin' ye 'round this here buildin'.. It be creepy, n' I couldn't 'fergive 'meself if a pretty lass like ye were hurt~”

Was he saying that you had some kind of stalker?! It unsettled you slightly however you have never had a secret admirer before, what if he was hot? How long had he been following you? Wasn't Freddy the man you saw on the stage? Wouldn't you have noticed him following you around? There were many questions you wanted answered and yet they only made your head hurt, bringing your hand up to your head you gave the Pirate-man a look which showed your discomfort.

“Here, Lass. Lemme see yer head there~” The pirate was certainly a strange one, a sensual tone woven within his words as he moved his rough fingertips over the surface of your forehead, moving a small amount of your [h/c] locks to reveal a deep purple bruise just below your hairline. “Good news is yer not bleedin'~”

“A-And the bad news..?”

Foxy grinned, his teeth were white and appeared to be sharp against his tanned skin, his yellow pupils wondering over your body with a lustful shine, “You'll be stayin' with me fer a while~” your eyes widened at his words and a blush ripped over your face and chest, why was he so excited about that?! Before you could so much as object he lifted his hand and licked his thumb and forefinger, reaching over to the small candle he had lit before and snuffing it out in order to leave you both in the dark, not only could you not move, but now you couldn't see either.. Great..

A sudden squeak left you as his arm wrapped around your waist, his fingers being pressed hard against the small of your back and causing you to thrust your chest forwards, a chuckle coming from the darkness at your responsive movements. Breathing heavily you then felt something cold touch just under your chin lifting your head up to expose your [s/c] neck, it was metal thankfully although what it was exactly you couldn't make out, in your flustered panic you lifted a hand to run your fingers over it, the metal seemed to curve and end with a sharp point... “Careful where ye put yer fingers, Lass~ That be me hook and it be sharp~”

A hook?! You quickly moved your hand away, your finger getting caught on the sharp tip of the cold metal and gaining quite the deep cut, a short whimper of pain escaping your lungs as your left the warm blood rush down the length of your finger and over your hand. “Ahh shite.. Now ye've gone n' done it~” the way he spoke was filled with arousal, you didn't know what you were doing to put him in that state but it was clear what he wanted..

He took your injured hand and lifted it up, your eyes scanning the darkness in front of you in hope of seeing just what he wanted to do with your hand, to your surprise your felt a warm, wet appendage move over your hand, lapping up every drop of blood which had stained your skin, the blush on your face spreading as the heat you felt set your body alight.

He licked your cut slowly until it no longer hurt, your nerves calming down until your breaths were as slow as his, the darkness not seeming quite as thick as his topaz eye seemed to glimmer through it and focus on you. Foxy let out a gentle chuckle and ran his red tongue over his sharp teeth at the metallic flavour of your fresh blood, suddenly jerking and slamming his hook into the wooden box you were leant against, a short thump reaching your ear as the metal embedded itself into the lumber, you were caged by him now and he had no intention of letting you escape.

You opened your mouth to speak but before you could you felt him press his lips to yours, the stubble around his mouth gently grazing your skin while he slowly assaulted your senses. “Didn't I tell ye not t' talk~? Ahahar~” Foxy's voice was low and sensual, almost like a whisper only it couldn't have been less subtle, his hot breath spreading over your neck and face as he remained inches away from you, the tips of your noses touching and brushing against each other as he spoke.

Letting out a breath you did as you were told, your eyes closing as you practically invited him to continue.. There were some things you couldn't resist, strong rugged men happened to be one of them, the hook may have been a turn-off but you could look past it. “Hahar~ Good lass~” he chuckled before leaning in again, pushing you up against the wooden box you felt him lift your legs and hoist you onto his lap, his waist grinding hard against yours.

Your squeaking and writhing only made him want more, a smile pulling at his lips in-between the kisses, you were an amusing little thing, that was for sure~ On impulse your hands glided up his arms to his shoulders, taking handfuls of his collar you pulled him closer bringing a growl of approval from the back of his throat, sliding his tongue into your mouth you could taste the lingering essence of your blood he had lapped up earlier. Oh how you wanted more, his hips moving and pulsing against you, his tongue thrashing around inside your mouth until he heard you whimper as if begging for something~

“Don't get too excited there~ Ye might just push me too far~” Foxy purred, his sentence broken up by the attention you now craved, your legs wrapped firmly around his waist, keeping him as close as possible as he was the source of that lust you felt... Don't ye worry, Lass~ He was goin' t' satisfy ye~