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

☆ Old Friends ☆

Holy damn! A WHOLE chapter of Freddy's POV?! Am I going insane?! /j

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At the bottom of the stairs, illuminated by Gregory's flashlight and a couple of dim, buzzing light bulbs, was a large open space. A large open space that I recognised...

"Is this..." Ollie lowered her gun and wiped her hand across a dusty poster.

"Fred-Bear's Family Diner..." Gregory read aloud, clutching Pat close to his body. My chest tightened seeing myself on the poster with my friends beside me - well, our original designs. My brown fur stretched tight over my endoskeleton as I posed with a microphone. Foxy was tipping his pirate hat, hook bared as he grinned mischievously. Chica held a little pink cupcake and was wearing her signature 'let's eat' bib. Management promptly scrapped that design feature after the incident...

My eyes dragged themselves over to him.

Bonnie...

His purple fur shone against his red guitar and a large smile was on his face, his ears perked up happily. As my hand came into contact with the poster, my stomach lurched. I had thought long and hard about our deaths after that conversation with Ollie. She had never told us the full story, both for fear of upsetting us and fear of upsetting herself. But I had looked it up. Nobody else wanted to know what had made Ollie so nauseous, but I did. Bonnie had always seemed to remember quite a lot of his previous life. Did he know? I shuddered at the thought of what became of my body as I traced my previous face with one cyan claw, unable to imagine what it would be like to be forced into that suit. I could barely remember how it felt to be that suit; it was so long ago now. But it did always feel... cramped. Cramped and stiff. This new model was much smoother, something I didn't take for granted.

"Are you okay?" A gentle voice asked. I looked over to Ollie, who was wearing a pained expression. This was probably just as hard on her as it was me. She spent a lot of her childhood here, only to discover that children she potentially made friends with were killed. And then to discover that her brother had met the same fate at our next location.

"I'm fine. Just... reminiscing..."

"Me too..." She looked away, her eyes scanning the tables and chairs strewn about the dining area. Although I didn't remember this far back incredibly well, it all felt eerily familiar. I had the urge to climb onto the stage with the lone microphone on its stand, untouched for countless years.

"I miss him."

"I miss him too." She sighed heavily. We were speaking of different 'him's, but the sentiment was the same. Our hands found each other in the darkness. She squeezed tightly. "But at least we have each other."

"That is true. I don't really have an opinion on religion, considering..." I gestured to myself. "But I'll be forever grateful to anyone that may be up there for you getting picked to be our stand-in mechanic. It was the best thing that ever happened to me."

"I couldn't agree more. I used to be so afraid of talking to any of you, and now look at me." Ollie glanced down at our entwined fingers. Suddenly, she shifted onto her tip toes and pressed her lips against my cheek. "Thank you for being so kind when I first started. If it wasn't for you and the others helping me out and showing me how to do everything, I wouldn't have lasted two days, let alone almost two months." My fans hummed loudly.

"Of course-"

"Uh, guys?" We looked towards Gregory, who had his torch pointed towards something we couldn't see. "You might want to check this out..."

"Bonnie?" That tightness in my stomach returned. If I was in my human form, I might have been sick.

"Holy shit, Bonnie!" Ollie let go of my hand, dropping down next to the purple rabbit and examining him with a horrified expression.