❝Fredbear? Is that YOU?! What happened to you? Where’s your microphone? An’ why are you so big and SCARY?!❞
ah , yes , fredbear’s old partner. the one he used to obliviously perform onstage with. they see- med to be rather disoriented upon seeing the beast’s fright- ening visage , as the night- mare noted the shocked tone of their words.
“ ah , just some … practical adjustments. i’m much more satisfied with this. besides —— ”
he gave his claws a small squeeze ——
“ frightening children is a lot more fun than entertaining them , don’t yo think ? ”
Lottie was sick of shaking; she was sick of throwing up. All she wanted to do was sleep, but she couldn’t do that after what she had seen. She didn’t think she’d ever sleep again. How could her ‘family’ be so cruel? Why…why did they insist on showing her the things they had done? It hadn’t been long since it had happened and she had certainly run, but it still felt like they were surrounding her; she could still hear their malicious laughter.
Humans were soft and they were fragile…it was frightening how easy it was to cause harm to them. It was terrifying that her family seemed to see nothing wrong with doing so. Looking at her arms…her legs; she could practically see through her skin. She knew what a person looked like at their core and that was not something a child should ever have to see first hand.
Was she a bad kid? Was that why she ended up where she did? Was it because she was selfish? Oh, she just wanted to die. This was getting too much for her to handle; she didn’t think she could do it anymore.
Curled up in a ball against a wall she began to weep again, somehow managing to keep from dry heaving. She was weak and she was tired, but there wasn’t anything left in her system to throw up, so she’d probably end up passing out if left alone.
even the most depressed of minds could create something terrible an unspeakable apparition that lurked in the forefront of their mind. for this child in particular , however , it seem- ed she was even more inventive than most children , however lethargic she might have seemed.
a large metal paw materialized in the shadows just beside the child , its own- er giving a soft chuckle as he fully app- eared , approaching the child & swiftly beginning to speak.
“ greetings , child. how have you found yourself in such a state ? ”
why? he knew exactly why. but his plan required the question to be answered by her , required her to admit her hatred for humanity. small clicks came from within the mechanical monstrosity as he silently waited for a response.
&there’s a raging laugh that comes from the tattered, br- oken voicebox within the bear that would chill the blood of any mortal being. however, this was no ordinarycreature living inside this metal shell. fredbear himself was aware of its capabilities although it wanted nothing more than to entertain children. but any- thing could be corrupted. any- one & anything could be shattered with a varying amount of effort, convinced to carry out the most evil of deeds ——
This dream simply must have been lucid- it was far too realistic to be nothing but a fuzzy thought. It took place in an average looking home, complete with furniture, family photos, and decor- although, the individuals in said photos were indecipherable, having their faces scratched out entirely. Regardless, something told Samson this was his family being depicted. What on Earth would do such a thing-?
His thoughts were interrupted: Loud, thunderous clanking ensued, causing the boy’s heart to race, hammering against his rib cage. Both chocolate-brown eyes shifted, head and body turning in all directions; there was no pinpointing where that noise was coming from. How frightening!
But when the young artist turned around, there it was.
A big, deadly looking animatronic grizzly bear.
Its teeth were plentiful and enormous, glowing eyes boring through his very soul. Samson let out a scream and reflexively covered his face- if he couldn’t see it, it wouldn’t hurt him… right ?
❝ Please, I beg you, don’t eat me! I’ll do anything !❞ he cried, hoping and praying to wake up from this horrible, horriblen i g h t m a r e.
razor-like, plentiful teeth seem to almost vibrate with glee as the bear chuckles sharply at the boy’s fear. causing panic. fear. terror. it was what made fredbear feel truly alive , although that couldn’t be further from reality.
“why would i do such a thing? i’m not going to kill you. ”
another raging laugh that seems to indicate the exact opposite of what the monstrosity has reass- ured. he wondered what this one was afraid of — oh , what fun he had each time a new victim was introduced. it was indescribably amusing to observe how differently each one broke down & snapped into oblivion , wishing they had been slaughtered far sooner.
a swing of his claws as he swiftly reaches down to pull the child up to his level , off the ground by his collar.
metal fingers curl around a purple curtain, their owner abruptly showing himself to his fellow anima- tronic that lay behind the colorful drapes. ah, it was good to be back inside one of the most well-known & loved locations of freddy fazbear’s, where there was a multitude of victims he could choose from , includ- ing the oldest attractions : the murdered children.
“ why , if it isn’t foxy. it’s good to see you again. mind if i step in? ”
