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Freddy was being... weird. Or so Gregory thought. Ever since he told him they were going to Bonnie Bowl, he seemed... off. Not the happy-go-lucky Freddy like he usually was. He was... sadder? Uncomfortable? Gregory didn't know. But when Freddy muttered something to himself, loud enough that Gregory could hear it, he knew for sure his suspicions were correct.
They were now in the elevator to leave Bonnie Bowl, heading to the kitchen to destroy Chica. Freddy didn't know that that's what they were doing, and that made Gregory's guilt even worse.
"...Was he nice?" Gregory asked, looking up at Freddy. The bear looked away, sighing. Gregory could see the tears sting his eyes as he looked to the floor.
"...Very much so, Superstar... Very much so..." He mumbled, to which Gregory sighed as well. He put his head on Freddy's arm for comfort, resulting in Freddy wrapping his left arm around him in a sort of side-hug.
"I'm sorry I brought it up Freddy." Apologized Gregory.
"It is alright, Superstar, you deserve to know. After all you've been through these past few hours, it is your right to know at least a little bit of background." He stayed silent for a little while after that, but began to spoke again. Gregory looked up at him in curiosity.
"Bonnie was... a very dear... friend." He emphasized a bit on "friend", making the young boy confused. "He was so happy all the time and... it was devastating, his loss. That is why I do not come up here anymore... it brings back too many memories."
"Memories that're so seemingly happy, but then they die down into dust..." Gregory whispered, moving further into the hug. He felt tears of his own spring up, and he wiped them away quickly. He could see the look of confusion on Freddy's face through his peripheral vision.
"Gregory, are you all right?" Freddy asked, as soon as the elevator door opened. He opened his stomach hatch, and Gregory hesitantly climbed inside.
"Yeah... it's just... I feel the same way you do, losin' someone you love... After my mom died, I had to live on the streets, and her loss was so... heartbreaking? ...I dunno..." He looked through a small hole in Freddy's chest cavity after wiping more tears, to see that they were heading to the atrium elevator.
"You... lost your mother? That is horrible!" Said Freddy as he let Gregory out and into the elevator. Gregory pushed the button before one of the other Glamrocks could see them and turned to Freddy.
"Yeah, I guess. But we should focus on-"
"Gregory, this is not a matter to bypass! This is very serious! When we get you out of here, you will have to return to the streets, and you may get harmed out there!" Freddy bent down to his level and put his hands on his shoulders. He had a worried expression on his face as Gregory struggled to look into his eyes without tears pouring out.
"Y-Yeah, well, nobody wants me anyway, so it doesn't matter..." His voice started breaking as he spoke, looking away. He felt tears slide down his cheeks with ease, but when he wiped them away, only more came.
"Gregory, that is not true! You are wanted!"
"Oh yeah? By who?" Gregory snapped, some of his tears falling to the elevator floor. Before Freddy could even answer, Gregory continued. "Nobody wants me, nobody cares about me, I'm of use to no one, and even if I was they still wouldn't care! I'm worthless, I'm useless, so I've got absolutely NOTHING to live for! My mom was the only one and now- now she's GONE, Freddy! She's gone, and there's NOTHING I can do about! Why won't the universe just KILL ME ALREADY?!" He screamed, his throat beginning to feel hoarse. His legs gave in and he buried his face in his hands, sobbing for all he was worth, which didn't feel like much. He felt Freddy's arms go around him and he shut down completely. All he could hear was his sobs and the voice in his head telling him to kill himself already.
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Forever Lost To Passing Time {A Fronnie Story}
Fanfiction{COVER BY ME} {I HATE WATTPAD CROPPING} "No..." was all his voicebox could croak out. Tears pricked at the corner of his eyes. No, it couldn't be. This shouldn't be happening, he told himself. But it was. He was too late. {#1 in #TheyreGayYourHonor...
