!WARNING: SELF-DEPRECIATION!
!WARNING: ANGST!
As soon as Freddy dashed out of the garbage compactor, Chica collapsed. Gregory backed up, not wanting to get caught when she woke up again. Her body was tattered and broken. Multiple dents were pierced into her outer shell.
Gregory felt horrible. He knew that if it wasn't for him, Freddy and Chica wouldn't be hurt. If it wasn't for him, none of this would be happening. At least, that's what he thought.
He watched as Freddy rushed to her aid. Hoping she would wake up.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no-" Freddy kept repeating. Gregory's stomach twisted into a knot. His heart ached as he watched Freddy try to wake Chica up.
It was all his fault.
He held back tears as he looked away. Just looking at what he had done hurt. He knew he couldn't cry. He was being a crybaby today. Crying multiple times in one night sure made it look like that, at least.
He hadn't pushed the button but he... he influenced it. He made it seem like it was necessary, when it wasn't. It really, truly wasn't. And now he was racked with guilt.
"F...Freddy, I..." He sputtered. He looked back and watched as Freddy took a deep breath. "We-w-we can wake her up, r-right? She-she's gonna be fine...- Oh my god, Freddy, I'm so sorry, th-this-this is all my fault an-and- Oh-oh my god, what've I done-" He closed his eyes, balling his fists. He brought his hands to his face and sat down as he choked on his own words.
"Ohhhhhhhh my god, oh my god- This-this is all my fault- I did this- God, I'm the wor-worst- I-I-I shouldn't- I- I need- I wasn't- I-I-" He sat there, rocking back in forth in shock.
No, no, Freddy, I'm sorry-
I didn't mean to-
I shouldn't even be here-
I need to leave-
I wasn't paying attention to your feelings-
I'm so so sorry-
Oh my god, I'm the worst-
I did that-
I KILLED her-
It's my fault-
I'm sorry-
I'm so sorry-
He felt arms wrap around him and he let out a squeak in surprise. He opened his eyes to find Freddy... hugging him?
No-
This... this isn't right.
Freddy, what are you doing?
I don't need comfort right now, I-
...
I...
...
I'm sorry...
This is my fault...
I'm sorry...
Go...
Leave me here...
Your friend needs help...
Why...
Why are you caring about me in a situation like this...?
I...
It's my fault, I killed her, it...
"It's not your fault..." Freddy whispered into his ear. His hand went to the back of Gregory's head, the other on his back. He clung onto him like he would never let go.
But...
But it is.
I can't do this.
I need to leave.
"...It's not your fault..." Freddy repeated, quietly. Gregory gave in and hugged him back, more tears spilling out of his eyes.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He muttered in between sobs.
"Shhh..." Freddy picked him up and walked out of the kitchen, the bear quietly dragging Chica's body behind.
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(Word count: 484)
I got writer's block for this one so I was like "Let's just add more angst"
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