The death of an oversized bear's confidence. - Freddy Fazbear Short Fic

Freddy's Inner Thoughts

Freddy and the band are singing happily on stage, children screaming and being loud in the crowd of tables. tables that are messally decorated with striped sheets and party hats for the children to wear. the gray walls stand, always filled with cobwebs that parents complain about but the staff do nothing to fix. this place might be trashy, but it was Freddy and the band's favorite place to sing, to see the children smile and scream for them.

it was peace, it was serenity for Freddy to see, his top hat shook and his ears wiggled as he sang and moved around the stage, even interacting with Chica the Chicken and Bonnie the Bunny every so often. it was his dream come true. his favorite parts were always singing the special songs for the birthday girls and boys,

but alas it was the end of the show and the end of a long work shift. the curtains closed as they all walked in a straight line to the backroom, Bonnie first, and Chica last. you could say they acted rather robotically, but It was how they worked, they clocked in, performed, and clocked out. that's a rather oversimplified explanation but you understand.

Freddy arrives at his corner of the room, his station, It is where he prepared for the show, making sure the costume and makeup were perfect, where he repeated lines, and jokes and contemplated exactly his plan. over and over again until perfected. but now, this station has turned into the opposite, he stared deeply in the mirror in front of him as he took a wipe and scrubbed off any makeup he had on,

taking the rather big top hat he had off and placing it on a wall hook. he stripped off his suit revealing his ebony fur as he slipped into more casual wear. a baby blue T-shirt and some simple shorts. the shirt had a simple graphic of a bowtie on it, likely mimicking his Freddy Fazbear character, but he wasn't the loveable character anymore,

he had stripped off of the stage facade and now was a man named Gabriel. he looked long and hard into the mirror, almost like he could switch or go right through it but it never happened. he felt indifferent. negative thoughts filled his fluffy head. memories clouded around the figurative sun inside, thinking exactly about something during the show.

while the happiness of the performance was cheering, he swore he could feel some of the parents' intense stares. like they were waiting for a reason for Freddy to be a negative influence on their kids. making remarks on his movements, his weight... yeah, his weight... Freddy hated it whenever that was brought up.

He looked down in the mirror to see his plump body, it was round, fuzzy, and soft like a pillow. and people hated it.. he hated it... he just wished he was normal..he wanted to be likable. he wanted to be everything everyone liked. it was his true wish.

he rested his hands on his stomach, only covered by the shirt he wore, wishing he was just skinnier. tears flowed down his cheeks as he wished he was not the way he was intended.. tears dripped and dropped down onto the small table, the table that rested a few dirty wipes that he used earlier and a few neatly organized supplies that he needed. slamming his hand down, loud but not loud enough for his bandmates to care about.

he felt angry. but he knew deep down. he heavily believed every statement a parent had ever said about him. every single thing, to them saying his singing was horrible, to his looks...

That was the only thing he hated about performing. that was the only thing that he wished never existed. for the rest of his life. but it would always come back to bite him in the tail. he was broken. he was not okay. Gabriel was not okay.

he stood, back hunched unnaturally as he asked himself, why? why was he not normal? Why was Gabriel not normal? Why was Freddy Fazbear not normal? that question being asked over and over again, always left out in the air and only the air. for no one, not even his friends to answer.

he felt like he was alone, but he knew he could hear his bandmates speaking to each other in the other room rather happily, he wanted to join them, he wanted to give them a big ol' bear hug like he usually did, but he just couldn't, not in this state. not with this body. not with his disgusting self.

all he could do was run out of the room, leaving the restaurant once more, only to come back like nothing happened for the next coming days. It was a never-ending cycle. it was true Agony, it was a powerful drain, draining all of his juice and motivation... like a greedy leach.

he wondered... Will he ever be okay? looking up at the sky, as he drove home, as tears streamed down his face, his car slowly getting farther and farther on the horizon. until he was gone completely from view. presumably going home. home, sad and full of angst, a feeling that felt like he was bursting. he felt like nothing and everything at once.

but alas. he was not okay. he was Utterally an oversized bear. It was truly the death of an oversized bear's confidence.

(Hello!! this is my first officially released piece of work! I had lots of fun writing it, I originally wasn't going to write a body dysphoria angst story revolving around him but it kinda just melted out into that! guess I needed some issues to let out huh? anyway, I hope you enjoyed it! thank you so much for reading!)