The Origin of Fedora Freddy - Creepypasta

Chapter 3

   After getting off the stage the band went to their clinic, where the judge with them gave them a few things they could work on, and thankfully for Freddy skipped over his horrid solo. They then went back to their practice room and put away their instruments and went to sit in the auditorium to watch the rest of the bands. No one questioned Freddy's solo until the had gotten into their seats, then he could hear all the whispers. Freddy just sat there scowling with his hands clenched into fists on his pants as he desperately tried to hold back tears.

"Are you okay Fred," asked Gary eventually, concern painted his face.

A chorus of questions bombarded Freddy, all of them caring and harmless, but Freddy was deaf to their help. All that was going on in his mind was a vortex of negative thoughts; I've doomed us. We're going to lose. They're all staring at me. Stop Staring! I'm going to be kicked out for sure.

At some point, he could not take it anymore and got up and asked Mr. Reynard if he could use the bathroom. Freddy quickly left the auditorium as soon as he heard Mr. Reynard's "yes". He quickly made his way to the bathroom, turning on the tap and splashing his face with the water. He wiped his eyes and stared at his reflection in the rectangular mirror, his hands gripping the edges of the sink, knuckles turning white. He felt as though he would puke, his legs were still weak. The face he saw looking back at him was one he hated, that face of nerviousity, dark bags under the eyes and kempt hair wild. "No, no, no," he mumbled to himself, "don't give into the anxiety. Breathe. Just breathe."

A few deep breaths later and Freddy was beginning to calm down, his stomach was still rolling, but he could stand without fearing falling. He walked out of the bathroom and meandered the hallways of the building, alone with his own thoughts, I'm a loser, they all hate me, I'm the reason we're going to lose, I don't deserve to be in the band.

He walked along a long winding hallway utterly devoid of people and decoration. Doors branched off the hallway every so often, and as he progressed the hall got darker and darker. For some reason, the darkness and solitude comforted Freddy and he was able to calm down, it reminded him of Blackwood Forest back home. At the end of the hallway, he came up to a large door that was slightly ajar. Freddy looked up at the plaque next to the door which read "Auditorium I" in both English and Braille. Freddy tilted his head a little at this. He had never heard of an 'Auditorium I', he did not even know there was more than one. Then he noticed another thing; there was a soft light coming from the other side.

Intrigued by the thought that there could be something on the other side, Freddy looked behind himself to make sure no one was watching, and crept through the door.