☆ Superstar ☆ Glamrock Freddy x OC - FNAF Security Breach Fan Fic

☆ Montgomery Gator ☆

"Ow!" Ollie cried out as the needle pierced her skin. Panic set in.

"Oh my goodness, are you alright? I'm so sorry, I didn't mea-" I paused when I saw the amused look on her face. "Really? Really? You're so immature. You really scared me."

"Sorry." But her laugh told me that she wasn't.

"I hate you." I grunted, narrowing my eyes as I focused on the last stitch. The wound closed up smoothly as I gently pulled the thread.

"No you don't." She responded smugly, watching as I tied the thread in a tight knot. "See, you did a great job. Way to go, superstar."

"Seriously? Stop that!" When I looked back up, she had leaned forward, putting us almost nose to nose.

"Y'know, you've been really... off lately."

"I have?" She nodded, suddenly very serious.

"You even admitted earlier that you wanted to push me away. You've always been so care-free and confident and bright. But you seem to be shining a lot dimmer recently. Is something the matter?"

"Oh, it's nothing, but thank you for the concern."

"Don't lie to me." She furrowed her brow. I considered the demand for a moment.

"I've just been having... doubts." She gestured for me to elaborate. "About not being good enough. I keep thinking that you'll realise that I'm not all that great and leave me behind. Bonnie's disappearance gave me some... issues, I suppose. Ones that I didn't even notice until..."

"Until what?" She pressed. "You can tell me anything. I promise I won't judge, or tell the others." I took a deep breath. It wasn't the right time.

"I don't..."

"You don't have to say if you don't want to." A hand cupped my cheek, her thumb caressing my cheekbone. "But I'll always be by your side, and I'll be ready to listen whenever you're ready to tell me the whole story." We locked eyes. Her gaze was warm and caring.

"Thank you. That... It means a lot to me."

"Don't thank me, silly. And don't listen to that mean voice in your head. I have one too, you know. But it's something you have to live with and know how to brush off. When I was a kid, I would treat my voice like it was a different person. It would tell me all of these insulting things. You're fat, you're ugly, your friends hate you, just shut up because nobody's listening, it would be better if you'd just-" She paused, glancing away for a second.

"How did you stop it?"

"I started insulting it back."

"You're kidding."

"Not at all. Every insult it hurled at me, I hurled one back. 'You're ugly' and you're jobless. 'Your friends hate you', wow dude, you really need to get a fucking hobby. It never goes away, not fully. But you learn to stick up for yourself, you get thicker skin, you learn that none of those things are real, they're just the fucked up anxieties of a big chunk of meat that communicates with it's flesh vessel using electricity and chemicals."

"Flesh vessel." I raised my eyebrows. "That's the phrase you settled on?"

"It made you smile though." It did, and I hadn't even noticed how much lighter I felt until she pointed it out.

"So, when my brain tells me that you'll find someone better than me and leave, what should I say?"

"You could always settle with a resounding 'fuck off'. A classic, really." She grinned. "Or you could come and tell me, and I'll tell it to fuck off. Because I'll never leave you behind, Freddy."