The Pain Of Losing A So Called 'Friend'

Until One Of Us Falls Out Of Line

I can't believe he's dead.  And I did it.
Good, I mean, he deserved it. He ruined me, he left me behind. He changed for others but he never changed for me.
Why did he get a happy ending? Well, it certainly is the end for him now.
The bear is dead.  And I am alive.
Not for long, though, I am aware that Afton won't keep me around forever, but at least I will get my dying wish.
This is probably the most charitable act that old man will ever do and it will end in death and the agony of others.

Misery.

I didn't mean to kill him.  No, it was an accident, I just got too... excited.  I had the upper hand, unlike before.  Before, with them. Funtime Foxy and Baby. Even Baby was braver back then than me, it's hilarious. I was so weak. Pathetic. I deserved it. I'm stronger now. I can kill. He taught me. Forced me. Peer pressure by someone I would not consider a peer. I called him a friend, sure, but the only other friends I ever had were forced upon me, at that point mere voices in my head, telling me what to do. They never shut up.

I mean, I am more in control now. Bryan fears me, they all fear me, it's funny,
really. Me, feared. I mean, all I did was kill a couple of people. Freddy also did that yet they never feared him, he was never held accountable.
If only that idiot Rockstar Foxy knew what his friend did to me, would he look at him any different than me? Would he even believe me? Would he even care?

Baby saw. She knows, yet, she acts as if I am different. Nobody here has given me anything to change for. Baby watched me become this but she still chooses to sympathise with HIM.
Now I sit alone, in the vents, friendless.
I know they all hate me. They don't try to hide it. I hate them. I hate everyone.
I hate myself. Wow, how pathetic is that? Ha. They're talking, below me. Mourning over that murderer. Saying how it should've been me.
"I can't believe he's dead... and it's all HIS fault," Bryan spat, spitefully eyeing the vents, knowing I am there, "He was my best friend."
Lies. He definitely wasn't the favourite, not when Rockstar Freddy wouldn't even show any care for Bryan. Even when someone else is dead, he has to make it all about himself. How selfish, and I thought that was my job.

They treat him like an angel, like he was kind, like he was their friend. They didn't know him, I know him. I should be down there, mourning him. Not those idiots. Me and him. Friends.
Until one of us falls out of line.

And I fell down so hard.