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The sound of mechanical whirring and heavy footsteps rang out from afar. You clung to your arm as the dark crimson liquid spilled out from the wound. Claw marks, deep claw marks from Monty.
While you were on your way to get to the entry pass, one of the staff bots caught you and notified the nearby animatronics. Unfortunately, Montgomery Gator got ahold of you for a split second, but you ended up breaking free and turning a corner. Only to hide in a nearby faz trashcan. Now you were here, a bloody mess.
You shakily lifted the fazwatch upwards and pressed the button, which would bring him to your location. Now you waited. Time presumably went by slow. Your head felt light, and the pigmentation on your face lightened. The blood loss was starting to worry you. Your eyes met the wound, which Monty had torn into you while mid escape. The familiar sound of Freddy coming closer brought hope back to you. Maybe you wouldn't have to bleed out in this old trashcan.
Bright white luminescent eyes peered into the closed space, which you laid at. Bright blue claws grasped the rim of your hiding spot.
"Superstar..?"
The voice which gave you security rang out to your ears like music. You stared up to see Freddy. His ears were lowered down to express sadness and worry. He reached out his hand, the cold metallic palm meeting the side of your face with a father-like presence.
"Y/n..W-What happened..? You are broken.."
You tried to sit up, only to weakly rest your back up against the inside of the trashcan. Your hand let go of the wound and revealed 3 deep clawmarks. He gasped softly, his eyelids narrowing to a look of concern.
"Monty.."
Glamrock Freddy's eyes darted around the location for a moment, now motioning you to stay. After a few moments, he came back with an old shirt, which must have been from the lost and found bin.
"It's not much Superstar, but... let me tie this around the broken area so it stops.. leaking."
He reached down, scanning you for a split second to see if any other areas of you were also injured before going back to tying the shirt around the wound with efficiency. Freddy muttered things to himself that you couldn't quite comprehend. He seemed more scratched up compared to what he looked like at the beginning of the night. Small cracks decorated the outer shell of his suit, and silver protruded through the once bright orange paint.
"Freddy..?"
"Yes, Superstar?"
He finished tying the makeshift bandage and pulled away. You brought your arm back down to the side and continued.
"Why do they want to hurt me..?"
Freddy paused, looking down at the black and white tile floor. His ears droop downwards.
"I... don't know.. They are my friends, they've never acted like this before. They would never hurt anyone.."
His eyes stayed down at the floor, as if he were in deep thought about your question. Even if he was just an advanced animatronic made for entertaining children, he seemed sentient.
"When we get out of here, will you stick by my side..?"
He smiled faintly, nodding to your question. His arm outstretched towards you again. Reaching in and grabbing ahold of you before pulling you out of your hiding spot.
"Of course..! Why wouldn't I?"
A smile cracked on your lips as he said that. You dusted yourself off as you stood up straight. You brought your hand out to his chest, where the once bright blue lightning bolt was located, your pinkie finger outstretched.
"Pinkie promise..?"
You looked up at the towering but gentle animatronic, waiting for a response. His pinkie wrapped around yours.
