Hello everyone! Thank you very much for the appreciation you have for this story! It makes me want to write more!
Oh, by the way, thank you very much to ZadArchie for reminding me about the chapter in violation. Whew, I just checked the Critics United forum and I was glad this story is still not in their forum!
Anyways, keep reading on!
11:08 p.m.
Aaliyah yawned, the covers hugging her tightly on Bart's bed. She huffed in frustration, laying on her back, staring at the ceiling. She cocked her head to the side.
Bart wasn't there.
Aaliyah raised an eyebrow, standing up from the bed and grabbed the covers, dragging it towards her chest. Where could Bart be right now? She looked around, trying to make out any sound or any clue as to where he is.
She did hear a sound.
clank
clank
clunk
clunk
rrrrr!
The sound of machinery.
The woman sighed as she slammed her head back in the pillow. Bart was working on Freddy again; she guesses that her husband is making sure that he's really in a good state once he wakes up.
She closes her aquamarine eyes to sleep.
Tomorrow's going to be a long day.
Freddy only knew one thing once he woke up: he was inside a large room, and he didn't really know where. He was programmed to determine if it was a kidnapping or not, and from what his circuits had said to him, it was definitely not a kidnapping.
One thing he really knew for sure: he was really tired.
Every attempt that Freddy did to stand up always resulted with a stumble back to the ground. His sleepy, blue eyes finally closed itself back, but Freddy forced himself to stay awake, just in case something happens.
Where am I?
With his half-opened eyes, he took the chance to look around. The room he was in seemed like a very common room without any suspicion drawn into it, which clearly explains how his suspicion about the place being a kidnapping site was a negative. There was a really odd-looking chair, a grey box that shines with moving characters in it, and once he glanced at his side, he realized he was sitting beside a bunch of medium rocks piled together.
There was an information disk programmed inside them animatronics, which means they would eventually know everything that they see which belongs to a human. His circuits were telling him some information about the place, and what the things inside them are named.
Which means... the odd-looking chair was what humans call a "couch" or a "sofa"... the shiny, grey box was a "television", or abbreviated as a "T.V."... and the rocks he was sitting beside on was a part of a "fireplace". The room itself has an odd name too, called the "living room".
Freddy sighed, throwing his head back and accidentally hit himself on the wall. He winced, rubbing his head, and sleepily glared at the wall, as if he were really angry at someone. He threw his head back once again, this time, much more slowly and softly.
He sighed in relief. He hadn't been asleep for a few years now. Being an insane hunting killer machine and trying to help out the problem of the souls was keeping him tired. But now that he was in this living room, he can finally sleep tight.
Come to think of it, the souls...
I hope they are okay... he thought, smiling at the ceiling. He then allowed his tired eyes to close so that he can sleep.
He would have slept now, had he not heard the sound of footsteps echoing softly outside.
His tired eyes darted open, not allowing sleep and drowsiness to overtake him. His curiosity rose, wondering who emitted those footsteps.
Suddenly, a spark of electricity ran through him, as his brain processed new information about the footsteps.
Footsteps incoming: Belonging to a man and a woman of age 24 and 22, respectively. Names unknown. They would arrive soon at your destination at about 30 seconds.
You have at least two options: Under thirty seconds, you will run and hide, or stay here and confront the strangers as they arrive.
What should I do? the animatronic bear thought, looking left and right for places to hide for option 1. Nothing so far. They would still find him hiding like a small child in cramped places.
Freddy took a deep breath.
"Please measure their time of arrival." he says in a hushed voice, sleepiness completely gone off from his body.
20 seconds left.
His heart was beating fast at this. Oh no... 20 seconds... he rambled to himself, squeezing his eyes shut. Maybe I should stay here and confront them. Maybe that would help.
19.
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Or maybe I could hide... I still have fifteen seconds left.
15.
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With his decision, he crawled fast towards a very large box, the prickly layers of a "carpet" touching his hands. Each movement caused him to shiver because of how ticklish it was. He still kept on going, however.
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After finally arriving at the said box, he quickly went inside the said object, wiggling ever so softly so as to not be caught by the strangers, in case they were already here.
5.
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2.
Brace yourself, Freddy. They're here now. the animatronic bear thought, holding himself tight, forcing himself to be immobile.
1.
0.
After the countdown, finally, as expected, the door creaked.
"Freddy?" the voice of a young man, the man his machinery was talking about, was heard by his ears. Freddy didn't bother trying to peek out of the box, he surely would be caught.
"Oh, great, Bart. The bear escaped. He's probably ransacking the house or something." a young woman's voice followed, then replied by a scoff of the same young man's voice.
"He wouldn't want to be running around naked, would he?" the young man retorted back.
Huh? Me? Naked? he asked himself, carefully taking a look at his body.
The man was right.
He didn't have a suit on, and his lower parts were covered with only a turquoise colored cloth. The bear lifted the cloth slowly, revealing that he didn't have pants on.
The bear jumped. He felt like crying.
His eyes widened when he realized that the box moved. Oh no! he thought, quickly scooting back to one of the corners of the small square. Why did I do that? Why did I just do that?
He heard the man chuckle. "That box... Freddy must be in there." he said, and what followed were footsteps.
No... no please... don't let him catch me.
Freddy finally caught sight of some physical traits of the man, who smiled down at him once he discovered he was right. The man had brown hair and blue eyes, and some parts of a red shirt with blue sleeves joined in with the peeking.
He looks like someone I know... But I don't quite remember...
The man giggled.
"There you are."
Bart knew he had to get Freddy out of the box, and he knew that he had to explain to Freddy what exactly is happening.
He looked at the bear's expression. His blue eyes were wide, pulling the cloth close to his body. There were also tears holding on to the rims of his eyes: he felt like he was going to burst into tears any second now out of embarrassment.
I should probably get him out of there, he thought to himself, narrowing his eyes. But how? It's not as if I could lift him up forcefully, he'll surely come squirming back to this box.
Freddy, who was shivering, looked up at Bart, tears finally creating small waterfalls, sliding down his cheeks. "S-Sir... p-please..." he stammered, not knowing what to say.
Bart reached out to touch Freddy's cheeks. "It's okay, Freddy. I know you're scared." he said, trying to comfort him. "But there's nothing to be afraid about. Come outside so that we can explain things to you."
The man saw hesitation slip through the bear's expression. He avoided the man's gaze, staring at the floor of the box, clutching the turquoise cloth much tighter.
He's hesitant about trusting me, Bart thought, resting his head on the top of his arms, which supported each other. He's not sure if I can be trusted or not.
After a few minutes, Freddy looked up at his intruder. "C-Can I trust you?" he asked softly, pulling the covers up to his nose.
Bart smiled and nodded. "Yes, Freddy. I won't hurt you." he replied, lending out his hand for the bear to take. "Cross my heart, hope I die."
Freddy kept silent for a moment. He clenched the cloth tightly, doubt slowly subsiding from his eyes.
"Bart! Are you done yet?!"
"Shush, Aaliyah. Let him decide."
A few minutes of silence passed by.
Freddy took a deep breath, looked up to the man, and smiled.
"I'll come with you."
Bart grinned, taking Freddy's hand and lifted him up from the box. Freddy was still clenching the turquoise cloth with him, but he jumped out of the box anyway.
Aaliyah crossed her arms and smiled at Freddy. "You sure are tall," she said, winking at Bart. "I wonder how you lifted him up from the basement to here, Bart."
Bart scoffed. "How can you not remember the time when he was sleeping behind my back?"
Aaliyah laughed. "I was just teasing you, Bart. Sorry."
Freddy walked up to the fireplace and sat beside it. He then eyed the husband and wife. "Somehow both of you remind me of someone I met before. But I couldn't remember..."
Bart and Aaliyah looked at each other and grinned.
"You mean Balloon Boy and JJ, are we right?"
Freddy's eyes widened.
"Y-Yes! Balloon Boy and JJ, exactly!"
With that answer, Bart and Aaliyah nodded at each other.
Thank you very much for reading! If I have the time, maybe the next chapter would be up soon.
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