His Formidable Return {Glamrock Freddy x Reader}

Chapter 12

Some people say that time moves differently; at some point, it whirls past your eyes like a blur, and sometimes, it goes by as slow as the dust that settled after the storm.

A storm, how fast can one bounce back to normalcy after such event?

In the eyes of the idealistic, to fend the hurt and to lend a shoulder to the weeping was a way to fulfillment. But to some, to the realist out there, its tackling the issue head on without as a small regard as to the possible consequences if it's meant for good.

A blank canvas, pure and clean, ready to be adorned with the smear of paint and the vision of the painter. But would it still lay perfect on the canvas if it were painted before, and stripped off with their usual splendor?

There are many things that people ponder about in their moments of silence, some are relevant and some are not. Some make sense, and others? Hopefully, still makes sense.

Just like memories, when gone, births anew to a blank slate that can be painted once more. Only time will tell when the old scars of that slate reappears once more to clash against the present, and brings havoc to once idealistic thoughts and dreams.

If you get the chance to turn away from the past and delve further in the symphony of the new, would you still try to recall the harsh and bitter yesterday than to indulge in the blissful tomorrow?

For several days, no word was uttered between Monty and Freddy, nor was there a glance spared between Monty and Bonnie. Those several days were also the days where you chose not to even spare the bear a glance. No, not just a glance, but not a sound of acknowledgement was exchanged.

Backstage where the animatronics stay after a successful show was where the orange animatronic stood, with electric blue eyes keenly watching the vast upfront, eyes narrowed onto a specific area in the main stage's dining. His arms crossed, and the thought of entertaining children in line with his purpose was absent from his processors.

His dismissive gaze was not left unnoticed, a blue hand firmly placed itself on his shoulder, a kind attempt to anchor the bear back to reality.

Inquisitive blue eyes darted from two distinct figures from afar, to gaze over to the owner of such intrusion to his solace. "Bonnie?" he mumbled a questioning stance, a quick scan from head to toe of the animatronic beside him, a small habit he picked up from years ago.

"Sorry, I noticed you've been standing here for an hour already. The kids are waiting for you." The blue animatronic gestured over to the group of youths in one area of the Main Atrium, his plush dolls signatory to their willingness and eagerness to meet the bear in question, but for naught did they see his presence, well hidden behind the beams of the enormous holographic representation of the band he lived with since his activation.

The bear could only release a subtle sigh, not that he felt the need to, but being surrounded by humans—both personal and professional—has led to his undesired adaptability to work and bring him justice. Unfortunately, such actions are left picked up and integrated in his usual path of normalcy. "I see, apologies, I will get back to my duties in a moment."