That Time in 1987. . . . (A FNAF Fanfic) (#WATTYS2015)

Freddy

The next day when Freddy saw Foxy, he had no idea how to feel.

When Foxy walked through the door, he had an eyepatch covering one of the eyes that Freddy had previously punched. He limped forward with every step he took and had a very blank look in his eye. Freddy knew that he had hurt him, but he didn't know he had hurt him that bad.

In the lunchroom before school, Chica had some very interesting news.

"Did you touch the painting?" she asked.

Freddy was shocked. Did she really know about the painting? He slowly nodded, and to his own dismay, Bonnie had nodded too.

"What happened in your simulations?" Chica asked, but more insistently this time.

Freddy croaked out, still shocked by when she talked about the painting before, "Um, in mine you guys were in a beautiful meadow place. Then you guys were encouraging each other to . . . um . . . kill yourselves." He almost felt his eyes seeping tears. "Then, you guys were really angry at me for trying to save you as the entire area was getting destroyed. Then, you blamed me for it all being destroyed and . . ." Soon a tear slipped down his cheek. He put his arms over his head and kept his arms over his head, not showing Bonnie or Chica his sadness.

"Was that it?" Chica asked as soft as a bird.

Freddy nodded, not wanting to speak anymore. Maybe that was why he was being so rude to everyone. Maybe that was why he spread those mean rumors about Foxy. He knew they weren't true, but he just wanted to get back at him for . . . not doing anything. His heart swelled and he hung his head low.

Chica asked Bonnie about her simulation. Bonnie shivered and started, "I was in this huge city, on top of a tall building. The ground started shaking and when I didn't know what to do, I jumped off of the building because . . . I don't know. I wasn't thinking. . . ."

Freddy had a sob stuck in his throat. He was reminded of when Bonnie tried to jump into the crevice, swinging back and forth and trying to get him in, too. He didn't even want to listen to her simulation, but he couldn't help but let a little bit of it in."

" . . . then a giant ball smashed into the building and carried me with it. I jumped off before a building almost smashed into me, but I hit the ground and everything just . . . exploded. Then I was back in the painting room."

Chica nodded, looking at her like a psychologist would look at a patient. "Interesting . . ." she mused. "Wanna hear about mine?"

Freddy was reluctant to answer, but curiosity won the war. "Yes," he said with a nod.

Chica nodded and shivered slightly. "I actually had two. In the first one, after I touched the orb-"

"The orb?" Bonnie interrupted. "You touched it too?"

"You guys had the orb too?" Chica asked, nodding to Bonnie.

Freddy nodded, not wanting to speak. He already had too much on his mind right now.

Chica looked down, continuing with her story. "I touched the orb and was sent back to the room with the painting. You guys were there-including Foxy. Then I asked to leave the room, but Freddy . . ." Her Adams Apple bobbed. ". . . disintegrated when I touched him. Then Bonnie and Foxy came at with me with knives. I tried to stop them, but I destroyed Foxy in the process. I didn't want to hurt Bonnie, so when everything around me started to disintegrated when I touched it and then I had to touch my chest to keep from destroying anything else." Tears listened brightly on her cheeks as she buried her hands into her face.