Fronnie, Deep Secrets

Chapter two: Burdens

(keep in mind the characters are animatronics but they have human functions)
Freddy's pov:
"Water." Was the first thought in my head as I woke up. I walked to the bathroom, my head pounding. I filled a cup with water and emptied it, draining it a couple times. Then I took a new bottle of vodka from my fridge. I opened it and took a swig, feeling the foul liquid run down my throat. When was the last time I showered? I thought when I saw my greasy, matted fur. I turned on the hot water and watched the steam rise, kind of spacing out for a bit. When I came to I stepped in and sighed as the hot water hit my face. It felt pretty good, I won't lie. I tried to wash my dirty fur but it was much too difficult to wash. I eventually gave up and toweled myself dry, as I got changed I wiped the mirror and looked at myself. My eyes were bloodshot and I had dark circles under them. I couldn't help looking away and downing more everclear.

Bonnie's pov:
After I got dressed I left my room and went to the kitchen. Chica was already up and taking a platter of muffins out of the oven. "Be careful they are hot." She said as she set them down on the table. "Thank you." I said and immediately bit into one, it was hot but pretty good. "These are good." I said as I poured a large glass of milk. "Thank you, I try to always make food for us so we don't have to eat fast food." Chica said. I hurried to finish my muffin so I could go outside to take a walk.

Freddy's pov:
After I finished getting ready I walked into the kitchen to make coffee. Chica was sitting at the table. "I made muffins." She said. I rolled my eyes at her, "not hungry." I turned on the coffee pot. "You know you shouldn't be so mean to Bonnie, he needs someone to look up to, plus he's concerned for your health." Chica said, glaring at me. "So what!? he doesn't have any reason to." I said through gritted teeth. Concerned for me? what am I the restaurants charity now!? I will show him. I stumbled to the main stage and sat on the steps aggressively.

Bonnie's pov:
The restaurants was going to open in about 30 minutes so I walked back to the pizzeria. Once I got back I sat at a table by the stage. I was minding my own business but Freddy was sitting on the stage, glaring at me. I was about to ask him what's wrong when he spoke, "what were you saying about me to Chica?" he asked angrily. "I was- "you don't need to worry about me, your not my mother. Just stay the fuck out of my way." He said and then walked off before I could respond. What was that about? Once it was time to perform we all got into our positions on stage. When we perform we actually have programmed movements so we don't really have to do anything. I was positioned to Freddy's left, clearly he was drunk. I could smell the foul smelling liquor coming off of him.

Freddy's pov:
Once we finished performing Bonnie was the first to leave. It's strange how he acts, he actually expresses that all he wants is my well being. Why is he like that? whatever. I'm exhausted. I shook my head and went back to my room to take a nap, but after a couple hours of laying down uncomfortably I still couldn't sleep. I laid in bed and stared at the ceiling, I could feel the liquor swish in my stomach. Tears started to run down my face. I can't keep going on like this, all I feel is pain. the alcohol is making me confused and mean and my moods change so quick. I don't even know who the fuck I am. I tried to keep my eyes closed and after a while I eventually found myself falling into a drunken daze.
I was in my room playing with Fredbear when I heard a thumping sound. What is going on? I decided to investigate and crept into the living room. The thumping stopped when I stepped in, I heard something behind the TV but before I could look Foxy lunged at me from behind it and screamed at me. I jumped back. How did he find me!? But then my brother took the mask off and started laughing, I realized it was him and tears started pouring from my eyes. What did I do to deserve this? "Your such a fucking baby, Evan." He said, shoving me. I quickly ran to my room and closed the door. I heard him creeping up to the door, then it was quiet. Suddenly the lights went out. I heard the doorknob click from the outside. I was locked in. No!! Not this again! I pounded at the door and screamed for help until my throat was raw. After I couldn't scream any more I collapsed onto the floor sobbing. But I just barely heard a floorboard creak from across the room, I looked up to see a smiling mouth full of razor sharp teeth and screamed again THIS ISN'T REAL!!
Freddy jolted awake.

Bonnie's pov:
It's extremely sad to see Freddy stumble around on the days when he drinks too much. When he's like that he loses his aggression and ends up being really quiet, he almost can't function. Chica and Foxy don't agree, they say that he shouldn't own the restaurant because he's such a "selfish failure." Why are they so..   unfeeling? When I see Freddy I see nothing but pain and sadness in his eyes.  I knew I needed to do something. An idea had already started to form in my head.