Freddybon (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 8: What happened.

 Authors note: I'm so so sorry I haven't been on in forever, or updated, and So hopefully I will be able to do an update for Solid Gold too. I unfortunately can't be on as often now, though, because I have a lot of stuff going on right now, so updates will be less frequently, but I will try to have them out as much as possible. Thanks!

Freddy's p.o.v.

     The puppet seemed to notice that I had come in the room, and stood up. The night guard stirred, but quickly went back to being still, signaling he was alive but scared. This was the puppet that I had seen when the new animatronics first got here. And I had the same feeling Bonnie described to me that she had when she first saw him. Like I was a child. No, Had a child's soul. I felt scared and alone, hurt, terrified, on the verge of tears. I couldn't take it.  

     "Who-What are you?" I asked the puppet. "You really don't remember, do you?" He responded. I had never seen this thing before, yet he looked so familiar. "Remember what? I've never seen you before in my..." I paused, . Remembering a golden bonnie- a springtrap suit being taken off of a man with purple hair, purple clothes, and purple eyes. He had a nametag that said Vincent. And a knife. I remember having just felt so alive at my birthday party, with my older brother and my friends, and now feeling so small. And then the shock of seeing my friends die one by one, brutally and gorily murdered, until it was my turn. He turned his knife to me, and I tried to shrink away. I remember The look on my brother's face as he sat, frozen with fear. And then I blacked out. I remember the pain, the last thing I felt. It was a pain so bad that remembering it caused me to feel it again, and I stumbled from it, falling into the chair. Then there was that puppet, and I was just a lost soul, crying, dead.

     "Fear not,  for whilst I cannot give you back what The purple man has stolen, I can give you a gift." And with that, the puppet placed a Freddy head on me. "The gift of..." Snapping out of the memories, I finished my sentence. "life. You gave me life." I said. The puppet nodded. "I gave all of you life. I was the purple man's first victim, and I want revenge. Poor Goldie feels the same way, only for a different cause." A sudden burst of hatred for the purple man, for Goldie for not doing anything to save us, for myself for letting my friends die, for the puppet for locking our souls in this wretched place, burst through me like a rocket, and then it was gone. "What about the toys?" I questioned. "The only one of them besides me that is a child is mangle." He responded. That explained why she's the only nice one.

      I thought for a moment. "I want to help you get revenge on the purple man." Then thinking about my precious Bonnie, remembering her death brought a surge of protectiveness over me. "But first I have to take care of Bonnie. She needs me." So I ran off to spend the rest of the night with Bonnie, and tell her all that I had learned, leaving out the part about remembering in detail how we died.