Freddyloid - Debut

Chapter 1 | Freddy Fazbear's Disaster

Who am I?
I'm very easy to identify. But it's complicated too.
I'm a very positive person who never lets others overcome me.
I don't like to look for trouble. But if someone messes with those dear to me,
I'm the first one to get into trouble for them.

I'm proud to meet you. Because you are meeting who is soon to become the best artist in the city. No! Not just the city, but the country. The continent! The entire world, I tell you!
I'll be proud to become your friend. We could succeed together! Ahahaha!

Freddy Fazbear is my name, let's rule the world together!–

"Oh wow, I've never met someone so positive to transfer to a boarding school." my mom gushed behind my back. "I love seeing you so energized and excited."

I turned around, to see my mom bearing a big smile on her face. It wasn't a surprise to see my father sitting in the armchair planted on the side of the living room behind her. He was smirking at my mom's excitement.

"Oh god, stop staring please–"

I'm soon to become a student at a highly praised school for machinery by default and other comparable arts. I don't remember what it's called, but it's located in the next town over. The only reason why I'm attending is that my best friends Bonnie and Chica are attending the same school. I don't have any other friends. Everyone I know aside those two are such dull and uninteresting people. Or I just don't know them well. I've never really been friends with anyone but those two.

I shouted across the house, "Mom, what's for breakfast?"

She replied, "Cinnamon rolls and cheesecake for our favorite son!"

"I'm your only son, mom."

I smiled. This was going to be the first day of the rest of my life. This school is highly praised for being one of the best schools for the various arts, and I'll tell you that for my entire life, I've always wanted to become a great musician. Everyone I've known has told me that this academy would set me up for the future. That once I graduate, I'd have everything I need and I'd be good for life. My father attended the academy when he was young. He told me the community was like a normal public school's students, but the academics would guarantee for the successful future I've always wanted. Artists. Dancers. Actors. Singers. Designers. Engineers. Scientists. All these and more bright futures are being manufactured in the elite academy.

Full of energy, I grabbed the cinnamon rolls and tucked them into a plastic container. I took the two pieces of cheesecake my mom made me, put one in my mouth and the other in the same box. As my mom grabbed out her phone to take pictures of me, I grabbed the lid and put it on the container. I turned around to see my mom holding her phone, with the camera pointing at my face.

I yelled out, "Seriously, mom?"

She replied, "Come on! Don't be so bashful!"

"I'm not. I just don't like photos, that's all."

"So you're Bonnie now, aren't you honey?"

My dad chimed in, "Come on, sweetheart, leave Bonnie out of this. You know the kid has problems with getting recognition, right?"

"Yeah, but they've lessened over the years," my mom argued.

As my parents had a mini-debate over my friend Bonnie's total distaste of attention, I started to put on my uniform. Something my dad told me a while ago was that uniforms were required to attend classes, but any other event I could bring to wear. He tells me I could even make my very own outfits at the school.