he remembers when the voice used to be a source of COMFORT&HAPPINESS. he remembers when it used to come and go whenever he wanted it to, but it wasn’t like that now. the voice became something more, something darker. the voice became something R E A L. at first wally thought the bear was his friend ( what kid wouldn’t ?) but he soon realized it was the opposite. nightmare fredbear was the exact opposite & no matter how much wally begged and pleaded, hit his head against the wall and tore his hair out the bear NEVER went away. so —like all weak little kids— he gave in.
like his own person little devil on the shoulder, all of wally’s decisions were influenced by the bear. which is why he was standing in an alley, drenched in the blood of the stranger who was begging for their life at his feet. i don’t want to do this, he tells himself. he wasn’t even hungry! he hesitates, backing away.
HE CAN’T. HE WOULD NEVER.
❝ PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME DO THIS. ❞
It was the same PROCESS as ALWAYS. Gain the child’s TRUST , then slowly INCH his way into reality, ESCAPING the prison of his mind. Until at last, the MONSTROUS bear felt it. He was FINALLY something MORE than a MEANINGLESS HALLUCINATION, a BYPRODUCT of INSANITY.
HE WAS FREE.
Before he knew it, the bear had LULLED the child into a sense of SECURITY around him, CONVINCING him to PURSUE his FERAL instincts &&HUNT a human. Now, the child was STANDING over a half-conscious, nearly DEAD mortal, their face BLOODIED&& their expression TERRIFIED.
Then he heard the child’s small plea, realizing he had not been fully TRANSFORMED yet. Looking down EXPECTANTLY into his eyes, the monster gave a quiet CHUCKLE.
“What’s this ? Are you BACKING OUT ? That’s disappointing, to say the least. I would have thought you were keen on discovering your TRUE POTENTIAL .”
❛ NO! I don’t believe that. Some people are genuinely good && they remain that way a l l of their lives. Just like ME. I’m good&& I’m d e f i n i t e l y not constantly corrupting. Right ? Tell me I’m right. ❜
“Ah, but you’re WRONG. I can FEEL the LUST for blood COURSING through your veins, CORRUPTING EVERY INCH of your mind &&CLOUDING your JUDGEMENT.”
The MECHANICAL bear responded, his eyes GLOWING brightly in the dark street, ILLUMI- NATING the pavement in front of them. CLAW- ED hands clenched into fists as he spoke the words, seemingly in CONCENTRATION.
