The Pinnacle of Life (An oc Fnaf backstory)

Chapter 46: Eye To Interpretation

Shadow Saber the Bunny's P.O.V

Date: June 19th, 2017

Time: 9:41 a.m.

Four Days Before Protocol Afton

It felt odd. How the first thing I woke up to seeing was the ceiling, yet I fell asleep just by looking at it. Like there was nothing left to even remember me by at this point in time. I forced myself to get out of bed and turn to see what time it was, reading 'nine forty one on the clock, which turned immediately to nine forty-two. I turned back around and walked towards the door very slowly, showing how much I wasn't ready for today. I didn't have fully certainty that I wouldn't have another outburst or have words form into sentences that I didn't own. I opened the door slowly and walked outside into the hallway, looking around for anyone that was around at this time. It was empty as usual, with nothing to full the emptiness it had except the lights above that gave it life to keep it stable. I walked towards the main room, all but wondering the kind of reactions I would receive from the others around me. No doubt they were told the news of my current condition from Fredbear or from my friends. I didn't know how they would view me as a person from the information they've gathered about me. As soon as I walked into the main room, I could see Toy Bonnie and his group seated at their usual table, all talking together since they hadn't noticed me as of yet. I proceeded to head towards the kitchen area for breakfast, all while doing my best to ignore their group and their attention. The time was not right to speak with them. Though as I passed by them it didn't take them long to recognize my unorthodox behavior. They did know how I acted after all. "Hey Saber!" said Toy Bonnie's voice behind me, forcing me to turn around to see the others staring at me. "Can we talk for a minute?" "About?" I asked in response. "Well. We heard the news this morning about the condition you're in currently, and we to make sure you're fine," responded Toy Bonnie. "Huh! Who cares if has a bad condition, he deserves to perish for the way he treats gays!" huffed Withered Foxy to the seat down to his left. "Withered Foxy! I'm going to kick your ass if you do not shut up! And I mean it!" exclaimed Toy Bonnie at him. "I'm fine. Could be better though," I answered Toy Bonnie's question. "You aren't knocked down fully yet. Everyone has to suffer for doing nothing, that's what the damn world intended. You should be thankful you have the chance to rise back up from the ashes of the pain," said Foxy smoking a blunt, as usual. "It's just like the movies. Just remember they aren't accurate to life experiences," said Bonnie who was actually looking at me and didn't have any electronic devices in front of him or in his hands. "Were they ever?" I asked. "Not unless your mind tells you each time you watch one," he responded. "I'll be going, I have to grab breakfast. Thanks for looking out for me," I said excusing myself. "No problem. Hope you have better days," responded back Toy Bonnie. "If only I could see it myself," I responded as I walked away from them. They surprised me on how they mentioned my condition, they way they responded to it. I was expecting an overreaction from some of them that would be presented in an over exaggerated manner; mostly from Toy Bonnie and Withered Foxy. Withered Foxy's was expected, but Toy Bonnie's was more professional than expected while remaining tame and considerate at the time. Their interpretation was not what I had expected. Some people still know to treat things right. I walked over to the kitchen, while looking around for any signs of Fredbear, Freddy, Funtime Foxy, or RXQ. I was baffled to see no signs of them, in fact it seemed like they weren't even around this area at all. However, I did notice someone sitting at the front window while eating, which was clear to me that it was Toy Freddy. I could also see Chica behind the window drying a dish she had in one hand, and a towel in the other she was using to clean it. I walked up to the window, immediately grabbing Chica's and Toy Freddy's attention as I sat down. "Morning," said Chica. "Hey," I responded softly, as I awaited for her to respond. "What can I get for you to eat?" she asked. "Just two eggs and beacon along with it. I guess some orange juice as well," I responded. "Alright give me a minute," she responded, while she walked away from my view on the other side, all while I waited with the sound of Toy Freddy munching on something. "I heard you have something wrong with you," said Toy Freddy while I turned to look at him. "Yeah. Got my mind broken into other parts that will soon become different personalities," I responded. "Ah! Hmm..." said Toy Freddy while still eating a chocolate chip cookie he had in his hand. "You're lucky it can be fixed, even if it takes a while." I could bare to look at him because of the crumbs and food that came out of his mouth when he spoke, which was not a sight that was helping with my appetite. "Yeah. Lucky me," I responded. "I'll tell you, having that would sink my heart if I heard the news. And having two other minds in my head would make me go crazy. You're lucky you have friends," he explained. "Alright. Here's you're food," said Chica walking up the window and placing my food and drink in front of me. I examined the food in front of me for a moment, before turning to look back up at Chica. "Is something wrong?" asked Chica. "I was expecting the food to be shaped into a smiley face. I'm aware you have the knowledge that I have a unfortunate condition," I responded. "Using food to ignite someone's happiness is not my style as you would expect," she responded. "I don't know, it makes me happy," add in Toy Freddy, finishing his cookie before getting up and walking away now. "I know you're wondering where your friends are, or at least Fredbear. They all mentioned how they felt it was best to give you your space, considering they told me the way you acted last night before drifting off to sleep. I know something else is keeping you down because of the current condition you're in," she explained. I looked away for a moment before answering, due to finding a reasonable way to explain it. "You know, people mention how you shouldn't let others opinions and thoughts push you on the ground, due to being different than them. But now, I have to pray their eye of interpretation won't be a present factor with most people here. Because of my condition, how will they see me suited for working on their society? How I can break it easily like a broken twig? They won't trust me, and that view they rely on will further stay if my condition reaches the point where I am no longer the person I am," I responded. "The problem is that you're at the point where you just accept the way people view you as what you expect yourself to be. It's better to look past what you are and focus on what you want to be," said Chica. "Then how am I supposed to come to terms with the fact that not everyone can see me the same way I see myself?" I asked. "Prove it to them and yourself, at least show the world that a person can change and reform. You're nothing of concern regardless, unlike Funtime Freddy," she responded. "I know. I'm nothing like him, and I don't intend to end up in the dark pit he's stuck in," I responded. "I'm not going to be the first one to get exiled for actions that I can't pull the strings for."