#THIS WAS THE DRABBLE. the little funny thought. sitting in my drafts 4evez.

[valentine-writes]

y/n who does a funny little thing where they keep taking a little nap in the strangest places while they're supposed to be actively working.

it's not a huge deal since they mostly work after hours in the late night, but... like. why? they never seem tired and the napping spots are... weird. and they're innocent really– but most can't help but notice how the locations become increasingly odd.

it starts somewhere tame and unexpected– there they are, sitting asleep in an out of service go kart at roxy's raceway. roxanne wolf barely even thinks about how uncomfortable the position is, slumped in the seat, head at an angle which almost guarantees a sore neck. roxy just wakes y/n up. y/n laughs it off, apologizes, and goes on with work.

in the kitchen, where the pizzas are made, chica sneaks in to grab discarded trash and other food items that may have been deemed unsafe or unfit for human consumption by now. and there's y/n, sleeping while sitting upright, back leaned against a fridge. chica tries to tip toe around them– but they snap awake. alarmed, chica tries to explain herself– but they only apologize for napping on the job, as per usual, and returns back to their duties.

after hours in the green room are usually reserved for the animatronics to get some alone time. practice for their next show, give themselves pep talks in the mirror, rip everything and anything in the room to shreds if you're monty, or just reorganize, decorating with the bits of fan creations received that day. freddy does this last task very often, considering constantly he received many gifts from his adoring fans. today, his ears pick up a faint noise... something unfamiliar. he sets down a letter on his vanity, looking around. no one. he slowly reads through, hangs some drawings of him up made by enthusiastic children– and heard the noise again. although he's sure of what it is now.

there's a soft snoring, coming from the vents above. lo and behold, from the panel of the vent he can spot their familiar resting figure. how'd they get in there?

by now, everyone's aware of y/n's weird napping habits. it's just a race see who finds them next.

...

curled atop a pile of discarded staff bots, limbs torn from their non-operational bodies, decapitated, and some too dismantled up to even identify as staff bots– is y/n. their eyes are shut, their body completely still.

a certain gator's gaze fixes on them– too scared to scan their vitals, but much too concerned not to move any closer. maybe, this time they weren't sleeping. there was a real possibility someone harmed you– something had knocked you unconscious, leaving you splayed across the pieces and remnants of much more unfortunate staff bots.

if this montgomery could breathe, his breath would be baited.

approaching carefully, slowly, as if too horrified to even figure out their current state–

he watches a small yawn escapes their lips, eyes slowly fluttering open.

"oh... hi." y/n rubs the sleep out of their eyes, as if there's nothing wrong with this current situation or location. they smile up at monty, who wears an expression that is unfamiliar on his face. concern.

"...i just had the weirdest dream." thinking very little about the entire situation, they simply chuckle and shrug their shoulders, apologizing about their strange little nap mishap.

monty only stares a moment. there's a glint in their eyes of something unfamiliar. before he can even speak, they stand up and stretch, walking off briskly.

y/n's good at acting like nothing is out of place. they're casual, nonchalant– as if this was just another nap in the go kart or kitchen.

the truth was, resistance to the afton virus wasn't effortless. it was draining– living hell, as they fought for the right of autonomy, while the stranger within their body grasped for the controls to their mind.

fighting it back took a lot of control. like draining energy from a battery. when that battery ran out, rendering them unconscious as the virus took control? well. y/n didn't quite know what took place once they snapped out of it.

good thing the afton virus dulled their feelings of regret too. maybe the indifference towards their actions was somewhat of a secret blessing.

y/n didn't even worry about being suspected. they didn't wonder whether any of the animatronics picked up on the subtle violet tint in their eyes. being the one sitting in the passenger's seat of their own brain, while someone else took the wheel–

it wasn't their job to worry about it.

#afton virus yn au #ty vurelly for the inspo i am sorry that i have taken it for granted #fnaf security breach #glamrock freddy #glamrock chica #montgomery gator #roxanne wolf #fnaf sb #THIS WAS THE DRABBLE. the little funny thought. sitting in my drafts 4evez. #i don't actually like how it's written too much but whatever!! it is. here. #also i'll let u in on a secret.... ;).... i dont like. using y/n when writing. #i could have worked around writing Your Name a million times but itz ok we ball