Freddy knows your over there somewhere (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} brokenbirthdays) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wildhuntthreads,@ 2021-06-05 00:18:00 |
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What: Thoughts about Home
When: Early Morning April 5th
Where: Alder 102
Status: Narrative, closed
Warnings: Spoilers for Five Nights at Freddy's Sister Location story line, Player Specific Headcanons, Day dreams often turn to nightmares when you're alone, Can robots dream?, vague mentions of an off screen death, if you want a full experience listen to Nobody by Mitski
Freddy stood still on his stage. He was vaguely aware of the small red lights from the cameras in his room. By now he knew the chaperones rarely checked them. He'd had been on good behavior for so long, no incidents since December. Except for his attack in March. They'd added a new lock to the door after that. One with small buttons and a code that locked. It was like back home. Freddy stared ahead at the half closed door, the tv show Stevie was watching was soft, sounding almost like static. Freddy did not move, standing still, posed with his microphone ready at mouth height and Bon-Bon raised high for an imaginary audience. His eyes scanned the room, taking in the bright stars on a ocean blue wall to the crayon drawings of him and random stick figures. The sparkly dark purple curtains were drawn back to the edges of his stage. Strewn across the checkerboard floor were toys ranging from rubix cubes to sketch pads and crayons. All of it were things you'd find in a child's room. A child's play room. Freddy's head slowly tilted upwards as he looked at the turned off stage lights. When they were on they'd shine magenta and blue, fun colorful colors with extra cheer.
Freddy closed his eyes slowly. He stayed motionless like that, straining his ears to hear sounds of people. Not the TV, not the distant sounds of the halfway house, but the sounds of children. Their laughter, their screams, the way their shoes slapped on the linoleum as they ran around. Chattering of adults and the clattering of glasses and the way the music played from the overhead a speakers.
He opened his eyes, no longer on his stage in Eerie Harbor, but upon a bright light up stage with back lights and red curtains in a bright sun filled room. To his left was Funtime Foxy, moving and twitching their tail as they moved back and forth. Freddy moved, waving Bon-Bon around as the children crowded around their stage. He could see the drawings they waved, colorful crayon drawings of their "Best friend!" with him and Bon-Bon and Foxy scribbled across the paper. On the tables behind them was pizza and balloons, party streamers hung across the walls alongside a sign that read "Grand Opening!" The adults moved in and out of the room, they were hazy in his memories, he had been so focused on the children, they were all so small and so hopeful. "It's time for the sho-" Foxy's booming voice was drowned out by the screeching of metal and the screaming of a little girl.
That was this day. It had always been this day hadn't it?
The bright room faded to darkness, the static sound from Stevie's TV came back. In the distance he could hear sounds of someone singing and people moving around the complex. Freddy opened his eyes, rolling them to the side as he saw Bon-Bon watching him. They stared at each other, neither of them needing to speak to know what he'd been thinking about. Freddy moved his arm closer as Bon-Bon hugged him, his short arms barely reaching around Freddy's neck.
After that day the rest of his memories were just darkness. That had been the last day he saw the sun. Wrapped up in thick suffocating blankets and packed up in crates was the next day and to the under ground they went, abandoned.
"It's different now silly. It's not like there anymore."
The scooping room, having his endoskeleton ripped out of his body and the light fading from his eyes. The power fading from his soul only to be rebuilt, and abandoned once again. Why did that happen? What did he do to deserve that?
"Silly, are you listening to me?"
The routine maintenance tests, preforming again and again and again for no audience. When he stopped to look at the technicians he was shocked. No matter if he moved in a position other than his default he was shocked. Sometimes more than once. Until his voice box broke.
"Freddy?"
The flashing lights of the breaker room danced in his vision, blurring out the child's room of Eerie Harbor like bad exposure on film. The cold loneliness, left there to rust. He could feel the spiders crawling along his wires, the quick squeaks of mice echoed in his ears only to be drowned out by the never ending drone of Ballora's music box.
"Freddy."
He'd been so lovely once. He'd been so full of hope like those kids. He'd been so happy once. Why did all of that happen to him? Why was everyone so scared of him? Would he ever get to play for an audience again? All he ever wanted to desperately was to sing for the children again.
"Freddy!" Bon-Bon's face filled his sight, and Freddy blinked back to reality. "Where did you go? You looked so faraway silly."
"Wh-h-hy do you thi-ink they're so sc-c-cared of us B-Bon-Bon?" Freddy moved Bon-Bon away from his face and he started to move he walked to one of the sketch pads and sat down, setting his microphone down. He picked up a grey crayon and started scribbling. "Why d-d-doesn't anyone ev-ver come t-t-to the show?" He scribbled harder, coloring the whole page grey save for a single stick figure in the middle. "I d-d-don't want to b-be alo-one anymore." The crayon broke in his fingers, he crushed it. Freddy slowly opened his hand and stared down at the grey chunks in his hand. "I don-n't want to pret-tend anymore. Ba-a-aby was wrong. Pret-tending won't sa-a-ave you." He threw the crayon aside and ripped the sheet of paper out of the sketch book. "It-t-t doesn't sa-ave anyon-ne." He started to scribble more with a new crayon, this time him standing on a stage next to Funtime foxy with several little stick figures all around. "It ju-ust makes you sa-a-ad."
Bon-Bon watched Freddy quietly. He reached down for a red crayon, Freddy moving his arm to accommodate him, and started to color the curtains. "What do you want to do Freddy?"
Freddy was staring at the paper, now colored in crudely. "We're n-n-not home anym-more... We're out-t-tside. Bon-Bon I d-d-don't know what to do..." He trailed off, running his fingers across the small sea of tiny stick figures on his drawing. "I wa-ant to pla-a-ay. For a re-e-eal audience, no-ot my m-m-memories. B-b-but everyone is sca-ared of us." He left his hand resting over the paper. Everything was so drastically different here. Jackie and Stevie cared for him here, he wasn't alone here, but he felt so alone. He felt out of place.
Bon-Bon laid a paw on Freddy's hand. He was looking at him with his worried purple eyes. "You have me. I'm always here for you Freddy. So is Jackie and Stevie and everyone else! We have friends!" He reassured. Freddy looked at him, he wasn't so sure. "It's just like Jackie says! We'll adapt and grow with time! Remember?"
"Y-y-yeah..." Freddy picked his hand off the drawing and picked it up. He walked it over to the wall where he had Bon-Bon of the roll of tape so he could rip off a piece and tape it to the wall. Freddy stood back and looked at all his drawings. Most of them where about Jackie or Stevie or back home. He had some of Scottwick and one of the golden rabbit. Some were bad renditions of flowers from the garden or cats he'd seen in windows. They were his memories. "I wa-ant to go outsi-i-ide. I want mo-ore of thi-i-is." Freddy walked back to the wall and touched the pictures, remembering each one.
He knew what he wanted to do, deep down. He was tired of being locked away in one room after another. He wanted to perform for real people again. He wanted to experience what he'd only ever gotten a taste of. And he so desperately wanted just to experience what it was like to be outside, to see more of what this world was, to meet more of the people here. He wanted friends.