What Was Once Your Name Is My Name {Frexy}

The Calm Before The Storm

(Beware this story contains, self harm, gore, abuse, sex, drugs, and suicidal thoughts.)

~No one's POV~

In the dimly lit pizzeria, the sound of silence fills the air. The whizzes from a badly injured fox lurks from out of the cove. It's laying down bleeding from the nose and lower lip. Scars covered its whole body, some are new and fresh, while others were old and had already healed, but left a mark. A bear, bunny, and chicken stand around the stage. Their names are Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica, the fox in its cove is called Foxy.

~Foxy's POV~

Everything hurts, the world feels so numb and slow. I can't cry anymore because I am exhausted and have no self-esteem to push through again, and again, and again. Every little thing they do hurts, and I just can't take it anymore. I am on the edge of my breaking point. They hurt me more than ever, but why do they pick on me?

Freddy: "Where are you? You piece of shit!"

I want to neck myself so bad. Why is my body shaking, please stop it. I don't want to be here anymore.

Freddy: "Don't ignore me, you worthless shit!"

Oh shit I am going to die here. He's really fucking pissed off. What happened to them? They were my friends when we opened.

Foxy: "Please... Don't... " *Whimpers*

Freddy: "Bonnie, Chica! He can talk!"

~Freddy's POV~

That worthless piece of shit had it coming, killing a kid and then almost killing my brother Gold. That thing is a threat every day we open It is a Monster.

Freddy: "There you are!"

This thing is pointless, a waste of space in the pizzeria. This disease needs to go, needs to pay for what it has done, what it took away from me. Well, almost took away, but this thing still tried to do it, and went with it! I will never forgive it, and forget about what it did.

Freddy: "Look at you, you pointless, worthless, waste of space, piece of shit, you still need to pay for what you did!"

Bonnie: "What a sad, little, poor thing waiting for freedom."

I so want to beat the living shit out of that pointless thing. All it does is complains and whines every god damn night. Why can't it just not exist, it deserves death it self. Such a fag, no one likes the damn fucking thing.

Freddy: "What a whiny little bitch you are!"

Foxy: "PLEASE!"

Freddy: "Little shit!"

~Foxy's POV~

As I got the total shit beaten out of me. Kick after kick, my body is already numb and weak finally breaks and bleeds once again. Make it stop, it hurts to much. Please stop it, someone please help me, it hurts so bad. The bleeding, the pain, the numbness make it all stop please.

Foxy: "Uh fuck, shit! I did it too deep!"

The quick sharp pain lasts only a minute 'til the stinging kicks in. Blood drips down my hand and wrist onto the cove stage floor. There seems to be no end, there is already a decent sized pool of blood on the floor. Fuck I got to clean this up before he sees it. Why did I do it again, he is right I am pointless and weak. But how do I clean it up before-

Freddy: "What is going on, shit face!"

~No one's POV~

Foxy rushes and licks up his own blood quickly as he can. Before Freddy opens the curtains. He holds his wrist covering the deep cut, and backs off onto his pirate ship bed. Shaking uncontrollably, small, sharp, quiet whimpers coming from the bed, from the poor fox himself.