Chapter 17: Oww...

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:.Freddy's P.O.V.:

I was perfectly still, floating around in my subconscious. My dreams wandered into nightmares and my nightmares into horrors. It was like a never ending cycle of my friends smiling, then crying, then dying. When I finally pulled myself out of my subconscious, Foxy was gone and there was clanking coming from the outside.

I looked around, staking in my surroundings. I was in Foxy's room, laying on his (unusually) made bed. The room itself was messy, and as a boy I could respect the lack of care. I tried to get up, but jolting pain went up my arms. I looked down to see my wrists wrapped up in gauze, blood seeping through the wrappings.

I got up, ignoring the pain, and walked across the room besides my body's protests. I remember it all vividly. Gold cutting my wrists, making it look like I was depressed. I realised something in that moment all of this was coming coming back;

Jess, Foxy, Bonnie, and Chica don't know I'm not depressed.

I sped up my jaunt to the door and opened it, stepping through. I saw Bonnie panting and Foxy and Chica trying to coax an answer out of him.

"Gold's got Mike." He said. I speed walked over to them, my legs screaming in protest. I walked up to Bonnie amid Foxy and Chica's protests to me being up.

"Where. Is. Mike...?" I said stiffly.

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