The Feelings (A Frexy Fanfic)

Chapter 22~ Just A Dream

(This chapter was an idea made by me and my new friend Blitz-gamer1 )

Freddy's Pov:
I was walking down an abandoned railway. Confused, I looked around for the others, but a red figure, caught my eyes.
Someone I'd thought I'd never see again.
Foxy, had his back facing me, his tail swaying in the wind, hugging himself, not aware I was a good distance behind him.
I took one step, but he also took one, I took two steps, and he also took two steps.
What?..
I ran towards him, and he started to run as well, I got frustrated, and just leaped towards him, pinning him down to the ground, crushing tall grass underneath us.
His eyes soon met mine, surprised, and filled with fear.
"F-Freddy? Is..Is it really ye?" He asked, looking at Me up and down.
"Yes! Yes Foxy! Its me!!" I said, hugging him tightly, crying tears of joy.
"Aye..Freddy. It be a very long time matey.." he said, weakly smiling.
My tears stopped, looking at his face more closely, seeing cuts and bruises on his cheeks, and mouth area.
"Foxy..what happened to you?" I asked him, standing up.
"Aye..nothing satisfying to hear Freddy.." He said, not smiling.
"Tell me Foxy!" I said, gripping his shoulders.
"No..I cannot, me master has told me not to..or I will be beaten once more.." Foxy said turning his bead away from me.
"Master? Who's doing this to you Foxy?! Tell me now!" I said, shaking him.
"I'm sorry Freddy..but. He would kill me if I betrayed him." He said, suddenly kicking me off of him, pushing me towards the railroad tracks, and I fell, my foot stuck between one of the boards.
I heard an enormous engine roaring behind me, and I turned my head to see an old timey train, racing it's giant metal self towards me, until...BAM!

I jolted up, my forehead sweating uncontrollably, and my covers far from my bed. In my new room, that Gaby had made for us.
I wiped the sweat off, rethinking of what just happened in my mind.

"It..It was just a dream.." I said, hugging my pillow.

Foxy..

I ran out my room, stumbling across Chica, Bonnie and Golden all playing a board game.
I stepped over their board game, knocking pieces over each other.
"Hey! Watch where you're stepping Freddy!" Bonnie said, playfully smacking my feet.
"Guys! Foxy is alive!" I said, my heart beating surprisingly fast.
"We know Freddy..we all think he's alive." Chica said, standing up, patting my shoulder with comfort.
"I don't think..I know." I said, looking at all of them seriously.
"You know? How do you know, you know?...wait what?.." Golden asked, confusing himself in the process.
"Just listen to what I have to say.." I said.

~TimeSkip~

"And that's how I know!" I said, smiling.
Chica, Golden, and Bonnie had sympathetic eyes before giving me their opinions.
"Freddy..we know..you miss Foxy's company..but you need to let go of the past. So you can have a future.." Chica said, putting her hands together calmly.
I looked at her, closing my eyes for a long spilt second, and opened them, preparing my comeback.

"Foxy is my future!" I said, feeling a bit determined of Finding Foxy.

"But..But how are possibly gonna find him? It's been months since we've last seen him!" Chica said, looking at me.

"I don't know..we can start by looking everywhere, even beyond the country line." I said, pointing behind me.

"You're crazy! Foxy wouldn't have gone that far!" Bonnie said, crossing his arms.

Foxy's Pov:
I scrubbed the musty worn out boots, scrapping off any dirt or pieces of grass between the spaces underneath it.
Betty, my new profound friend, scrubbed the hardwood floors with a tooth brush, as sweat dripped from her forehead, a sudden sting came to the side if my chest, quickly stopping me and standing up quickly, with my head down respectfully to my...Master. Frank Emerson.
"What's taking so long Fox boy? I want my boots cleaned right! Or else you ain't getting any of my leftovers tonight you lazy bum!" He said, slapping me on the same side of my face, hitting a bruise that was trying its best to heal.
I nodded, watching him leave, and Betty put an ice cold wash cloth against it, trying to soothe the pain.
"Aye, thank ye lassie, ye truly are a good friend to me.." I said, smiling weakly.
"Oh, no problem Foxy. That's what friends are for." She said, before going back to scrubbing the floor.
I finished Frank's boots, and scratched my neck, remembering my spiked collar he put on me, preventing me from ever leaving his property.
If I step off his property, an invisible force field would block me from going any further, and it would signal my collar to electrocute me for 13 seconds.
I took away my hand, standing up, limping towards his room, placing them neatly beside his bed.
I was brought here whenever I was Knocked out my that rusty shovel, he dragged me, and tied me up to the back of his house, for at least three days before letting me in with air conditioning.
That's when I met Betty, Betty is around 27, with black eyes, and black short hair.
She's half mexican-and half Indian.
When she was 3, her parents died in a house fire, leaving her helpless, but Frank took her in, and forcefully made her his maid.
Over the past few months, we have become friends, comforting each other whenever one of us was beaten by him.
His daughter, Erika, treats me like a pet, since I have a collar on, one that can be attached to a leash.
Erika, is only 8, but she still doesn't notice how me and Betty are suffering.
Once or twice a week, we get fed leftovers, Sometimes every month.Most of the time, when we wash dishes, the dishes have pieces of food stuck to them, and we eat whatever is on there, because being fed once a week isn't all that great.
My stomach Is already growling, and I've lost so much weight, I could see my ribs, and cheek bones.
Me and Betty would do all the chores around here, and since he lives in the country, he has a farm, with horses, pigs, chickens, rosters, and cows.
Everyday we milk the cows, feed the horses and pigs, and take eggs from Chickens that are ready.
I've been here for so long, I've forgotten what I was like before all of this, who I used to know, and things I used to treasure dearly.

~Timeskip~

I mopped the kitchen floor, watching over little Erika as she played with her doll. Not only was I his servant, I was also his unpaid babysitter for Erika. If I watched her, I would end up with only two bruises for the day.
Betty was vacuuming, when Frank walked by, and touched her in a way I disapproved.
She slapped his hand away, giving him a scared yet fierce look.
He narrowed his eyes, and grabbed her arm, pushing her against the wall, and beat her on the side of her face, then back.
I growled, and without thinking, grabbed his hand, that he was about swing roughly against her skin, and twisted it until he groaned in pain.
He pushed me back, and slapped me across the face. He then took out a small device that controlled my collar, he pressed a small red button, and with that I was instantly electrocuted.
"Foxy!" Betty screamed, watching me being electrocuted, yelling in complete agony.
"Oh shut up! He's getting what he deserves! Now Go wash the laundry, before I get you a collar too!" Frank yelled, grabbing her hair roughly, pushing her towards the washing room.

After 13 seconds, I was panting, my eyelids heavy. My body exhausted from being electrocuted. Betty came over, helping me up.
"Foxy, you alright?" She asked me.
"Aye..lassie, I be just fine." I said, rubbing the back of my neck.
"Why did you even do that? You got yourself electrocuted!" She said, putting her hands on her hips.
We heard footsteps going down the stairs, and we stood next to each other, knowing it was Frank, waiting for his next command.
When he made it all the way down, He had on a tuxedo, with his hair combed back neatly, smelling of heavy body spray.
"Betty, Fox boy, I'm going out. Take care of Erika, keep her company. Ill probably be back in a day or two." He said, pushing me and Betty out of his way roughly, going to the front door, slamming it behind him.
I heard his car pull out, and onto the street.
Erika was in the living room watching Tv, we stood next to her.
She looked up at us confused, unaware of her father leaving us to care for her.
"Uh..where's my daddy at?" She said, looking around.
"Oh, he's out! He'll be here sooner or later. Don't worry!" Betty said, smiling at her.
"Oh...anyone else hungry? Because I'm hungry. Can we order pizza?" She said, holding up a small plastic card.
I gently took the small card away from her, looking at it, and saw that it was a credit card.
I looked at Bettty, but she only shrugged her shoulders.
I called up a nearby Dominos, and ordered 1 pepperoni and 1 cheese pizza for delivery.
"Thanks guys." She said, throwing herself back onto the couch.
I waited at the door, until the doorbell rang, alerting me the pizza was here.
I opened the door, and saw a light brown haired man, with a couple of his bangs in his face. With green eyes, looking quite more of a teenager than a man. His name tag read:
Jeremy Fitzgerald

His eyes seemed to widen when he saw me, he handed the pizza boxes to me, my nose being filled with a reminding smell I used to know.
All I remember when I thought about pizza was a blonde haired girl.
I handed him the credit card, but he shook his head.

"Y-You're Foxy! Y-You've been missing for Months!" He said, stuttering.

"I have? Ye must be thinking of another Foxy lad. I be not that Foxy." I said, closing the door slowly, but he put his foot between the door, making me close it almost on his foot.
I looked up at him surprised.

"I-I have to tell M-Mike! He n-needs to tell F-Freddy!! I can't b-b-believe I actually found you!" He said, putting his hands through his hair.

"Mike? Who be Mike?" I asked, watching him running back to the car He drove in, speeding away.
Of course, I could only guess at what he means.

I put the pizza on the counter, Erika came running over, getting a slice, and finally eating it.
I watched as a long string of cheese parted from the pizza slice and her mouth.
My stomach grumbled, and so did Betty's.
Erika noticed, and swallowed the chunk in her mouth.

"Are you hungry? Here, have some pizza! I don't mind." She said, pushing the pizza boxes towards us, smiling softly.

Me and Betty looked at each other, before quickly opening the pizza boxes and taking a slice away, and eating it relatively quickly.
I almost forgot what pizza had tasted like, I licked my mouth and fingers, searching for any traces of sauce or remaining cheese that stayed.
Me and Betty ate almost 5 slices each, filling our stomachs with something else rather than leftovers.
We thanked Erika, for sharing, and played with her for the rest of the night.
Something inside me sparked, making me feel like I've done this with other children other than her, but I couldn't hang onto the feeling for long, because as quick as it came to me, it left me.

Probably Just A Dream...