#look i have so many headcanons for puppet its unbelievable

[ficmachine]

[Gently wanders in]

Hello! I am writing to politely request a Puppet (FNAF) x NB Reader if that’s okay! I don’t mind how Reader is familiar with the animatronics at all, even if it means we just break in and K.O the security guard to spend time with them 🥺 - 🍒

Plot twist: Plot twist: you're not the one who breaks in to see them.

(Also hc: puppet's mute and goes by they/it pronouns lets g o)

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The Puppet/Marionette (FNAF) x Gender Neutral Reader

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Your eyes snap open.

It's dark and the fact that the first thing you see isn't your bedroom only adds onto your quickly-rising anxiety. Eyes darting left and right. Heart pounding.

The sudden creak from somewhere deep within the apartment, the vaguely familiar surroundings, and sudden awakening messes you up for a bit. Enough for your brain to take a moment to process where you are – your living room. You exhale. The second the recognition settles your body starts to relax, sinking back into the somewhat comfortable couch. You must've fallen asleep watching TV, and with inactivity sensor on it definitely turned itself off when you didn't press the button it in time.

That's alright.

Something doesn't sit right with you in the back of your mind, however. Yes, you have fallen asleep here a few times, and usually you'd get up and stumble into your bedroom without even waking up properly, but this time you simply don't have the energy to move. It's odd... You're usually bothered by dozing off at the TV but perhaps sleeping here tonight won't hurt. Sighing quietly you shift, cuddling further into the pillow. Good on you for being smart enough to leave out here earlier.

Oh well, at least you're not very sore.

You settle down very quickly, and the gentle pressure of your feline friend petting your head drags your consciousness away from you quickly. It was only when you realised that cats don't pet people that your breath hitched.

Fuck-

You don't even HAVE a cat.

And in that moment you swore you've ever felt this awake, nor this scared.

Your body jerked you away from the intruder, launching yourself in a way to put as much space between the two of you as possible. With a loud thud you fell off the couch banging your head back into the coffee table behind you. With a yell you grab the back of your head- piercing white pain spreading through your entire head; tears quickly gather in your eyes as you close them shut. No longer being able to think of anything else but how much everything hurt you curl yourself up into a ball.

Someone moves closer.

Your flight response changes, your body locks into place.

Within seconds the same thin hands that dragged through your hair were moving you palms away from your head but you didn't budge. Oh no, there was no way in hell you'd move. You weren't going to.

What seemed like minutes passed, and instead of forcing your hands away they settled for rubbing your shoulder reassuringly. When the pain slowly ebbed away into manageable levels, and you've gathered your courage, you slowly looked up. You looked up and near sobbed out loud in relief.

As creepy as this whole situation was you've never been happier to see them before.

The Puppet's lips tugged down into a frown, once again running their hands over yours and you begrudgingly let go. With a gentle bump of their forehead into your temple they sat up to tower above you, checking your head for any and all injuries.

Sometimes you forget how small you are in comparison.

Nothing's wrong though, no wounds; you're fine. You could tell that much by how their shoulders and posture visibly relaxed. You relax as well, wiping your tears away.

They lift you off the floor, pausing and making sure it's okay with you first, and take you to your room. Settling you into your bed, you couldn't help but feel emotions swell in your chest when your favourite lanky bud tucked you in – all their movements very careful to not hurt you more. You smile at them, unable to stop the chuckle when they seem to beam back at you.

How did they know where your bed was when they've never been here before (to your knowledge, at least) is a question you can ask another time; just like any other questions you've been meaning to ask.

Marionette sits on the edge of the bed, as close to you as they can, tilting their head to the side – asking if it's okay for them to stay for a bit. And you nod back. You even scoot back to give them more room, and they don't hesitate to make themself comfortable.

Settling down once more you accept another apologetic bump of their forehead into yours, and reassure them you're fine with a gentle kiss pressed to their forehead. They melt right there and there - letting their limbs fall limp by their sides only catching themself when they start sliding off the bed. Quickly sitting up they give their body a little shake for good measure, shaking the excitement out the best they can in one movement.

“Stay the night, it's okay.” You mutter; heavy eyelids closing as the exhaustion from this whole event finally settles into you. The pain still very much there but there isn't much you can do about it, you'll just sleep through it.

And as Marionette's soft fingers carefully caress your cheek you know you won't have trouble falling back to sleep again tonight.

#bug writes fics #fnaf #the puppet x reader #marionette x reader #five nights at freddy's #gender neutral reader #nonbinary reader #enby reader #nb reader #cherry's asks #look i have so many headcanons for puppet its unbelievable #and before you ask yes i do character hcs feel free to send asks :0 #relationship hcs too bc why not #both platonic and romantic