Update: After almost 2 years, I think it's time for a long overdue update. I loved writing this story, and I have nothing better to do... So ya! I hope you enjoy it! (Note: The chapters following this one may not match up story wise, but I'll try to update as much of this story as I can, as fast as I can)
Freddy's POV:
The hurried employees hastily scattered the glowing Christmas lights around the abnormally short, plastic tree in the corner of the Party Room. They seemed somewhat off put by our glares, to say the least. I've always hated those frightened looks I get almost daily. Why am I greeted with unsettled faces every time someone walks into the room? Me and the gang felt like outsiders in our own home.
The two employees finished their sloppy decorating and sped the hell out of the restaurant. Lonely once again.
An image flashed, completely consuming my vision. It was... me... Not my wretched Freddy costume, but me, as a kid. I was carelessly ripping away the colorful wrapping paper of the biggest present under the tree. I sat upon the lap of my father, my mother sitting close by. My sister stood, arms crossed, frowning at me. I remembered that Christmas. I recall my twin sister, Eve, called opening the first present the previous day. Of course, I pounced on my gift like a lion, and I ripped the paper off as if it was a primal impulse. That was twenty-seven years ago, back when I was only 6.
I felt tears welling up behind my eyes. I didn't want Bonnie and Chica to see me, so I stumbled my way into the bathrooms. Bonnie knew something was wrong, so she trotted after me.
"Are you alright," Bonnie asked from outside of the men's bathroom, "Freddy?"
"I just need some time alone." I flatly answered, my voice quivering.
Although I knew Bonnie was just the type of girl that hated asking questions, I assumed she wouldn't just leave me.
"Come on!" Bonnie replied, "I know something must be wrong."
"B-Bonnie-" I stuttered, "I-I... Shoot..."
She entered the dimly lit room, the only light originated from the Party Room. She glared at me from the opposite side of the empty room.
"I wont leave you alone until you tell me what's wrong." She quietly said.
"I-... I can't." I just couldn't hold it back. I began to weep.
Giving out a pitying Aww, Bonnie shuffled forward, wrapping her arms around me. She held me tight, taking a seat beside me. After about three minutes of none stop weeping, she patted me on the back, asking once again, "What's wrong?"
"I just..." I stuttered, "I just miss my family."
Foxy's POV:
"Foxy?" Chica asked as she enter my Pirate's Cove.
"What do you want..?" I faintly inquired.
"Um... the others are upset about something." She responded faintly.
"How does this involve me in any way?"
"They're crying."
"That's good for them... Again, how does this involve me?"
"They're your friends!" Chica raised her voice slightly, "you need to-... We need to help them"
"Friends?" The phrase alone irritated me to the core, "You think they're my friends? You think I care about them?"
"Foxy! You-"
"Jesus! Who do you think I am? WHAT do you think I am? I do everything for you and those over-sensitive babies! The only time you ever pay any attention to me is when you need something."
"How dare you say that I don't care about you!" She whispered, "I love you! Don't you dare think otherwise!"
She stared at me, waiting for my next move. Little did she know my choice was made. She glared at me for a few more paining moments, unto she finally spouted, "You've just made a big mistake..." She quickly turned and bolted out of my small isolated cube. I stood, shocked by what I just did.
I hit the wall behind me. "God..." I murmured. None of them know what's going through my head, what they do to me. I saw something no 8 year old should've even imagined.
I decided to head to the security office, it was better than that gloomy room. It was filled with 'bad karma' as my mother would say.
I looked around, the office was much tidier than the last security guard left it. I glanced around the room, the neat papers that lied on the table caught my eye. Resting on the top of the small pile was a bright red and white calendar. It was December 1st... My Birthday. A wave of emotions hit me like a train. I felt lesser, weak and unimportant. I remembered repeatedly bugging the others about it. Even I forgot about my own worthless birthday. I was nothing to them, just an insignificant side character in their minds.
Only a week ago, we had a grand celebration for Freddy's birthday. Chica baked a cake, Bonnie and I hung up decorations, and we all played joy-filled games from our childhoods. I weakly limped into my cove and sobbed. I was just a nothing to them. Sometimes I question why I still live this depressing life.
"Look!" Freddy yelled, "I think we've got a hypocrite on our hands!"
I tilted my head upwards, realizing I had passed out for a bit. I stared into the eyes of that large, brown figure before me.
"Who was the one that let his friends weep alone, making fun of them for doing so?" Chica sarcastically asked.
"Go screw yourselves..." I choked out.
"You know what, Foxy?" Chica said, "We are done! I thought I loved you, Foxy, but now you are the biggest little-"
"You-your breaking up with me?" I croaked, "Some girlfriend you were! You forgot about me in this relationship! It was all for you. All for a shoulder to rest your head on. It's all fun and games for you guys! Meanwhile I'm here alone on my birthday."
Silence crowded the air faster than light itself. It felt as if hours passed as all four of us stood quietly.
"I-I didn't know..." Chica whimpered.
I climbed to my feet, anger running through my blood like adrenaline.
"Didn't know about my birthday?" I shouted, "The day that you said mattered more than any other day of the year! I guess you meant the birthdays of people that actually matter are the most important days of the year... just-... just get the hell out of my cove."
They glanced at each other, they wore surprisised and concerned faces. Chica stared into my eyes and I stared back. I felt like a monster, an emotionless wreck. I was broken. I knew that I had finally hit rock bottom.
Chica attempted to spit out something, but she choked on her words. Bonnie grabbed her by the shoulder, lightly tugging her back. The bunch slowly dipped out of my dark home. Freddy turned around, right at the first step of my cove.
"...Sorry." He said with a face of pity.
I was alone once again, left to rot in my little hell hole that I call Pirate's Cove. I knew they couldn't cheer me up, there was nothing to do to fill the void in my heart. Well, at least I had somebody, Foxy. We were one in the same, we are shy, Pessimistic, we thought alike, and we got along easily. After all, we shared the same mind.
Almost three weeks later, I woke up. For the first time in almost a month, I walked out of Pirate's Cove. I looked around. An incredibly short Christmas tree that stood over the green, red and glittery-gold fake Christmas gifts. Glowing lights draped from the ceiling. The others sat on the shining stage, scribbling and doodling on pieces of paper. Sure I was blocking them away, but I just felt so alone, wanting to connect with them once again. Except they looked like they are happier without me, and Chica seemed to be taking the break up well. She was laughing and smiling more than I've seen her do previously. Part of me begged for me to reconnect with them, go back to having fun with my friends. But the other part of me screamed they don't care about you, nobody loves you, they're all selfish.
I decided to go back to the nice, neat, bright space that the security office offered. While I silently slipped out of pirate's Cove, I twisted my neck to make sure nobody saw me. I stared directly into Bonnie's eyes. I continued shuffling into the office, hoping and praying she wouldn't tell the others.
The office was completely transformed, the old monitors were replaced by a simple tablet. Being the curious Fox I was, I I powered up the tablet and peared into the screen. It was catching the live video feed from the cameras. Well, live meaning delayed slightly, as I saw my hook lightly pull the curtain from the corner of the screen.
Besides the tablet, there was a new chair. It looked amazing, with wheels extending from the leg. It was cushioned with leather seating. I admired the chair for a second, asking myself if it would be impolite to sit in the manager's property. I finally conceded to the voice in my head and sat on the beautiful chair. I played around with it for a few minutes, rolling around and jumping up in down on it. I realized I hadn't looked at the security cameras in a small while, so I checked out what was going on. Chica had her face cupped in her hands, Bonnie wrapped her arms around Chica to comfort her. Freddy seemed confused on what to do, he never was good around emotional situations.
I peeked my head out of the door, staring down the hall at Bonnie and Chica.
"Foxy." I heard from behind me. I wurled around, looking at Freddy. I stayed silent. "Listen, I know you're pissed, but Chica's been a wreck since you two broke it off. Now, you have two choices, leave her emotional devasted and go on about your crappy life, or you can get over yourself and help out your friend."
I froze for a second. I didn't know what to do. I felt like being around the others wasn't the best thing for me to do. On the other hand, Chica was my friend. Friends sacrifice their own feelings for each other's, no matter what. In my mind, my head was made up, I had to be a good friend. But my body disagreed. I barely even remember what happened or what the hell I was thinking, but I ended back up in that cold room, curled up into a ball.
It was Christmas Day, the best day of the year. Although the year has been absolutely terrible, I felt rather optimistic about it. Bonnie asked me if I would like to join her and the others in opening presents. I accepted, forcing my body to follow the instructions that I was giving it.
The gifts were always folded origami, drawings and old toys and games from the back room, so it was never much of a surprise as to what I'd be getting.
When I exited my Cove, I was greeted with an armada of origami ships, all colored and perfectly crafted. A small fortress constructed from card board rested beside the steps of Pirates Cove. The castle was painted and everything. The craftsmanship was spectacular.
I knew it was nothing special, maybe took them three hours to do, but I knew they meant well. They did care, and even though it wasn't expensive, it was the thought that counts. How bad could this be? I was just overreacting before. Everything will be okay. I gave them all a smile, finally looking forward to the future.
I spent the remainder of morning making cookies and hot chocolate with Bonnie, having a conversation with everybody, and writing a letter to my beloved Chica. Everything was going swimmingly, just like old times. I was about half way through the letter when my back began to ache from sitting on the wooden party room chairs. I figured there wouldn't be any harm if I just grabbed the cushioned chair from the office, so I began walking towards the office. Before I could get into the narrow hallway, Chica grabbed me by my right arm. I twisted my body around, contorting my arm in such a way that my hook dug deep into her wrist. Since my elbow was twisted the wrong way that, when I tried extracting my hook from her flesh, I just slashed a deeper wound.
"Chica!" I yelled.
"Argh!" Chica screamed, blood spurting from the gash on her arm.
Within seconds, Bonnie and Freddy crowded around her, comforting her and putting pressure on her wound. I stood there in shock, choking on all the emotions I attempted to process. I broke down once again. The world spun around me. Look what you've done, Foxy. I told you, you'd cause them harm. You'd cause yourself harm. You've done enough already. Leave... LEAVE.