It all replayed. The concerts, the nights on the rooftop, everything. Even his death.
It rewinded faster than he could ever know. Faster than he could ever think. Faster than he could ever love.
He fell to his knees, a shiver running down his back. He widened his eyes and opened his mouth in a form of shock.
Here?
Now?
No, it cannot be-
It truly cannot be-
I...
He heard small footsteps behind him and couldn't bring himself to turn around to look. His eyes were stuck.
It was Bonnie.
He looked almost exactly the same as he did that night, although with more dust than Freddy recalled. His expression looked... pained. Betrayed...
"Oh my god..." Gregory said from behind him. "It's really him..."
And, indeed, it was. Although his paint was chipping faster than before and he had some rust in most places, it was still him.
Freddy felt his eyes tear up as he looked at the rabbit. He was... broken.
If you asked him, Freddy's couldn't tell you what he felt. It was an unexplainable emotion. A mix of elation and despair, with a hint of anger. It was a truly perplexing emotion, but Freddy thought nothing of it now. All he saw was Bonnie's body, laying there, tattered and worn.
Freddy put his hands to his mouth and felt tears roll down his cheeks.
What was he supposed to feel? Obviously not angry. Being happy seeing your "best friend" broken would be odd. But, yet again, feeling sad while knowing that you could probably fix him would be weird as well. What the hell was he supposed to feel?
He still felt Bonnie's lips against his own as he looked at the body. He still felt the weight of his body in his arms, and his fingers intertwined with his own. He still felt the sadness he had felt that day, coming back for vengeance.
Tears poured out of his eyes like a waterfall.
Bonnie...
Bonnie...
Bonnie, I...
...
I am sorry...
I never thought I would ever see you again...
I could have saved you that night, I'm sorry...
You...
You were just so broken and...
I froze...
I am sorry...
I am so, truly sorry...
...
Please tell me what to do...
I do not know what to do...
Please help me like you always do...
...
Like you always did...
What am I supposed to feel?
Happy?
Sad?
Angry?
...
Distraught...?
...
I am unsure...
Somehow...
...
I do not know, it is-
...
It is...
...Sparking...
Something in me, seeing you like this...
And it did then as well...
Maybe this is stupid.
Maybe this is meaningless.
Maybe-
"Freddy are you alright?" Freddy snapped out of his thoughts and found Gregory waving his hand in front of his face.
"Oh! Yes, yes of course I am." Freddy got up and dusted himself off. He couldn't beat to bring himself to look at the body again. It was too much to handle.
"Are you... sure? You were staring at Bonnie for, like, ten minutes-"
"Ten minutes? My apologies, Gregory, I just got... lost in thought..." his voice trailed off as he looked the other way completely.
It was silent for a moment, Gregory staring at Bonnie and Freddy trying to think of anything but Bonnie.
"...You... you really loved him, didn't you...?" Gregory chuckled in a whisper. Freddy turned back, slightly surprised, and looked down at his feet.
"...Yes. Yes, I did... It just... It hurts. A whole lot... seeing him like this..." He explained, wiping his eyes.
"...I know it does. But you... we can fix him, right? I mean, his damages aren't that bad. Well, they're bad enough that the stupid workers here won't be able to fix him. I know a lot about mechanics and stuff from my mom, so I can probably fix him up." Gregory offered.
"You... you would be willing to do that?" He asked, staring into Gregory's hazel eyes.
"Of course!" Gregory smiled, showing off a small gap in his teeth.
"B-but what if you get hurt, or-"
"You've done so much for me. Let me do something for you." The boy sincerely smiled, melting Freddy's "heart" little by little.
"...Alright."
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(Word count: eXacTLy 700 wOw)
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