You messed up again. You were adopted by a sweet animatronic bear, with soft golden fur. He
loves you with all of his soul…. This is how you repay him for his kindness? The house is a
mess, the dishes aren’t done, and here you are. Overwhelmed, and doing the one thing that
relieves stress… Scrolling through your phone, being useless… Your siblings and cousins
ruined the house over thanksgiving, and the dishes piled up. You’ve already had a lot of trouble
keeping up with dishes anyways. You can only imagine what awaits you when your dad comes
home… You’ll get yelled at for sure, grounded… When you go to say ‘I tried! I really did! I just
couldn’t bring myself to do it, I’m sorry…’ he won't understand… You’re gonna make him regret
loving you… Why couldn’t you do the one thing that you were told to do?! Well, two things, but
still.
You keep scrolling, practically screaming at yourself to get SOMETHING done. The toys and
clothes on the floor stare daggers at you. The dishes taunt you from the kitchen, making you
feel more worthless. You can’t bring yourself to do anything that you are told… Pathetic. Are you
not? It doesn’t help That your mom isn’t that understanding. She’s harsh, because you’re the
oldest, and should be able to do basic things, but for some reason, it’s too hard. You shut down,
you feel a deep pain within yourself… It hurts to try to do, and it hurts to not do. So you do what
makes you happy, and it’s not productive. You lie in your room, being a waste. Waiting for your
adoptive dad to get home…
There’s a click noise, as the door opens. You brace yourself for the worst. “Oh dear”, you hear
from the front door, “Y/N, please come here my child!”
You reluctantly get up from the couch and walk over. The Nightmare bear looks down on you,
with a stirn expression. “Goodness Y/N, your mother and I told you to clean the living room and
to do the dishes! You’ve been unable to do that since we gave you those chores…”
You bow your head in shame. You look up sheepishly at your father’s face. He raised his voice a
little. Not enough to scare you, but it’s obvious that he’s upset. You mumble softly, “sorry dad…
I-I got overwhelmed…. I couldn’t even try…. I just gave up…. I’m sorry….”
You wait for yelling, or screaming. You wait for him to punish you for this stupid thing you
couldn’t do. But instead of doing that, he sits you down. “Y/N… My child… It is alright my dear. If
you were having THIS much trouble, you could’ve asked me for help, and I would’ve gladly
helped you! Now, you’re going to be grounded, yes. But only until your chores are done, and
over with. I’ll give you a task one step at a time, to help you with breaking it down. Now give me
your phone, and we’ll get through this predicament together.”
Your father smiles softly at you. It’s a wonder how a living embodiment of fear can be so…
Comforting. You smile back, thankful for his understanding, and you give him your phone. With
human parents, they would scream at you, take your things, and threaten to destroy them or
throw away the things you love. But your father is not human. He may be the embodiment of
fear, but not the fear of disappointing parents, and the consequences that follow. The fear he ismade of does not define his existence. He is made of fear, but he does not make anyone fear
him. Humans need to be more like him, especially parents.
He guides you through your chores, making sure that you don’t get distracted. He lets you
choose whether or not you want to do a harder chore, or an easier one first. You start with an
easier chore. You pick up the laundry and put it in the dirty clothes hamper. A start. An actual
start! You couldn’t do that on your own for a whole… Well, since you got adopted! You soon
finish the first task, and move on to the next. Then the next. Then the next. Then the next after
that. You made actual progress now that you are being guided. The chores are soon completed,
and you feel proud of yourself. The only one that’s more proud is Nightmare Fredbear. He picks
you up, and holds you close. His chocolate and vanilla scented fur brings you further comfort. “I
am so proud of you, my child,” he tells you, as he sits you atop his second muzzle on his
stomach. He nuzzles your face, and kisses your forehead. You may be in highschool, but you
will admit that being treated like a little kid is very comforting. “You did such a good job! You can
have your phone back now. Just please let me know next time when you want to give up, so I
can help break things down again…”
You smile, welcoming all the affection that he’s giving. Why couldn’t human parents be so
understanding? You both continue to cuddle happily. Your dad is more important than your
phone anyways. “Ok… I’ll let you know next time,” you smile. He purrs, as he continues to
nuzzle your face. “Thank you papa…”
‘Papa’. He doesn’t mind whatever you call him. Mr. Nightmare, Mr. Strings, Father, dad, daddy,
Nightmare Fredbear. You can call him whatever you wish. But… ‘Papa’, well… It holds a special
in his soul, and you know that. He starts purring louder, and both his mouths smile wider. Your
younger siblings are the only ones that call him papa regularly. You mainly call him dad, but you
felt like this was a good time to call him that. You and your papa spend the rest of the day
cuddling. More of his animal-like instincts take hold as you cuddle, his purring gets louder. “Y/N,
do you mind if I…? W-well you know sometimes, when Frisk, or your other siblings don’t want to
take their baths, I’ll sometimes…”
You know what he’s asking. He wants to groom you, like a bear cub. He normally grooms your
siblings without question, but he knows how weird you find it. He wants to make sure that you’re
ok with him giving you a tongue bath. You shrug. This is just how bears, and Nightmares bond,
from what you know. A social thing. “Sure, go ahead.”
You feel him gently licking your head, purring. It was wet, and weird, but oddly… It felt nice. It
tickled a little, but you didn’t mind. He licks your whole head, your hair is soaked, and your skin
feels a little slimy, but it made you feel happy. You let him lick wherever else he wants to clean,
as long as you’re comfortable. He purrs the entire time. You’d purr too, if you physically could.
He soon finishes grooming you, and you're clean. You’re actually cleaner than you normally
would be if you took a shower. What the hell is in Nightmare spit? Well, it doesn’t matter now.
After your bath, you cuddle up against him again. Burying yourself in his soft fur. You soon fall asleep in
his
arms, smiling
happily. You love
this family, better than
your
foster families. You’re
happy
to
finally
be home.
