To Want

Freddy had left and that business was in session when he had awakened, although there wasn't much going on. A few rebellious and lone children decided to come despite the fact that their absent parents most likely advised them not to come here. Honestly, he was baffled about this. Why would they come? Surely they didn't see that horrifying event take place if they still wanted to take one step in our— no, his co-workers pizzeria. Foxy didn't truly work there anymore, so why should he claim it as his own? The lonesome animatronics heaved a sigh, despite the fact that the process of exhaling and inhaling wasn't needed in order for him to function. It felt strangely satisfying that he could illustrate his feelings to the melancholic, starred curtains in such an interesting manner. Depression was a cold, weighting emotion that the Fox diagnosed himself with. It was an emotion he never expected to have, let alone any emotion besides the happiness he was programmed with. Looking back, when the animatronic monster had first waked from his slumber, he had started feeling things. Physical and emotional feelings were specialties that Foxy knew humans had so why did he, a robot, have them as well? It was so sudden. Maybe Freddy had wired him wrong, caused something to spark up? Either way, he didn't like these feelings.

Isolation only made this alien sensitivity worse, but luckily a toolbox was within Foxy's reach and he grabbed it without hesitation. It was about time he took things into his own hands instead of Freddy's for once.

Then the self-operation began.

Freddy had quickly grown tired of seeing the same children for so long. Hundreds, maybe thousands of different faces came in and out of the restaurant back when foxes weren't hungry for human flesh. Thirteen, he counted with a scoff. Thirteen of the same features, same personality, same clothes, and same names made the bear more annoyed than he wanted to be. Hell, the kids had the same requests. Everything was the same and it made Freddy's job excessively uninteresting. Honestly, the bear couldn't wait until the day was over. Maybe that was why the clock was so cruel. Every agonizingly slow click with every second was supposed to taunt him about the fact that time was a person that favored no one.

The children often pointed out at how his anger had progressed throughout the day, getting worse by the minute. This resulted in Freddy switching to an even lousier mood. Scolding from Mr. Fazbear himself about his poor performance, however, forced Freddy to create a coping mechanism: thinking about Foxy.

That idea did not pop up immediately; it took some effort for it to emerge.

At first he started out with the idea of thinking about Chica and what schemes he would be daring enough to do in order to win the ownership of her. Sadly, all of the scenarios had failed and thus he had only added to his grouchy behavior.

He wondered how Foxy was holding up. It wasn't a planned thought to satisfy his seemingly unquenchable bad attitude, but rather a curiosity that arose when he realized that Foxy and Freddy most likely had similar thoughts at the moment.

Does Foxy want to switch places with me? Is he getting annoyed 'bout the fact that he never gets to see the rugrats while I'm hoggin' all of the sweet time with 'em?

These originally inquisitive questions had transitioned into… The bear had no ideas whatsoever on how to describe it— or he didn't want to admit it, but it seemed like he was daydreaming about the lonesome rouge animatronic.

Freddy remembered how he'd always glance over at Pirate's Cover from time to time to see what Foxy was up to. Unlike the band that always played the same songs, Foxy always had a brand new story to tell to the kids. Even if there were some lame stories here and there, it's far better hearing something different. In fact, Freddy himself would often find that he would listen to Foxy's stories. In a way, they were therapeutic and set Freddy in a relaxed environment. Now that Foxy was "Out of Order", Freddy was stuck in an environment that was always busy, stressful, and dull.

"Freddy!"

He looked down to see a stray child tugging on his fur. "You look very happy!" The young lady seemed to be excited about this fact.

Despite his shock, Freddy went along with the flow instead of voicing his embarrassment. Why would thinking about that fox emerge happiness? "Why wouldn't I be?" The bear stood akimbo and granted the girl a toothy grin and a charming wink. "You kids can always make me a happy bear!"

The girl suddenly had a sly smile that added a sinister tone to her features. It seemed as if she had read his mind. "Actually, unless you are in love with the kids, I don't think you would look that happy. My daddy always looks that happy when he thinks about or sees my mommy."

What.

Giggles filled up their conversation's dead silence before the girl spun on her heel and walked off. Just then Freddy had a good look at her. She had short blonde hair that gave Freddy a sense of familiarity, but he let it go for now. He had more important things to be thinking about. No, not Foxy for fuck's sake. Thinking about him now would give Freddy a migraine because of what the blonde had spouted out about her parents 'loving' each other. He had heard that verb a few times resonating in the room. 'I love you,' was the most common phrase. But, according to the girl's belief he loved Foxy? He didn't even feel that for Chica. Or anyone from what he knows. Shit, enough of that. If animatronics could actually feel migraines he would be having the titanic crashing into his head right now. This 'pain' would only grow because his mind is not letting Freddy lock Foxy out. A memory came barging in, a time when Freddy had watched the fox in his slumber. It was a recent event, actually.

The duo was simply sitting next to each other sometime after Foxy's… Accident. Freddy refused to believe it was anything besides that. Foxy, however, didn't seem to agree with Freddy's beliefs. The bear could see it in the much dimmer lights within Foxy's eyes and he could hear it when he mumbled in his sleep.

"She has life, I don't. What a monster I am."

"I wanted t' take it from her fer meself."

"I should walk t' damn plank fer bein' so selfish."

Freddy's gears tightened upon remembering the conversation they had previously, about them arguing to see who's got it worse than the other. He had to admit, Foxy won that contest. Rejection and blame must be weighing for him. Out of all of them, Foxy seemed to act the most like a human. Bonnie was pretty close behind him.

He was also the most broken and in need of repair.

As if he were in the Pirate's Cove once more, he averted his eyes to where Foxy's trembling hand would be— in his own. How their hands had gotten there is a mystery Freddy would never find out, for they were quite the distance apart. All he knew was that Freddy was the one who started the interaction due to the fact that his hand was the hand on top. When the bot looked up to question why Foxy had stopped trembling and mumbling, he saw that a smile resonated on his face. How did that sly fox know that this had happened while he didn't? Animatronics shouldn't have the ability to sense touch. With his other hand, he waved it around in front of Foxy's face, but no reaction came. He was passed out.

Freddy was about to jerk his hand away from Foxy, but the smile on Foxy's face was so peaceful that Freddy had decided to keep it there.

He may not be able to feel what Foxy is feeling, but he knows that Foxy was happy once more and that he should remain that way. He had enough crap that he had to go through each day, so the lad deserves it.

A part about this memory took away some of the migraine. When Freddy had to take his shift he almost felt disappointed when he had to let go of Foxy's hand. He almost felt like a protector to Foxy and in a way, Foxy was also protecting Freddy's mind from headache-worthy thoughts about dealing with the children at work that day.

Foxy's smile slightly faded when the bear's presence had dissipated.

"Freddy!"

Oh, god. Not another one. Freddy chose to ignore this child.

"Freddy."

Nope, goodbye child.

"FREDDY."

Fine. Freddy looked down to see a pissed off Bonnie glaring right back up at him. "Jesus, you big oaf, work's done! So why are you standing there fangirling like an otaku?" Bonnie favored the word otaku ever since a child with hair matching Bonnie's strutted in speaking another language and then telling the excited rabbit (He was pretty excited that they were 'twinsies'… Another word picked up from that girl.) that she was a 'weeby otaku'. Freddy's vents heated up.

Bonnie scoffed, folding his arms and glancing away. What nerve that rabbit had. It pissed Freddy off that Bonnie could have one thought that he was better off being the leader of the band. "You better not be thinking about Chica." Freddy rolled his eyes. He knew where this conversation was going. "It's no use," he continued. Freddy cocked an eyebrow while waiting for the droopy-eared rabbit to get to the point. After clearing his throat, Bonnie finished off his sentence by saying, "Chica says that she doesn't love any of us." He grinded his foot against the floor with frusteration. Love, coming from an animatronic? Thought Freddy. Before he could go further in on that thought, Bonnie interrupted with a prodding finger in Freddy's face. "She didn't wanna ruin yours and mine friendship!" He rammed his finger more into Freddy's face. The bear had enough of the rebellious rabbit, time to get rid—

Oh wait. Scratch that idea. Freddy had a pretty good comeback that would allow Bonnie to know that Freddy wasn't affected by his news. "Y'know, Pal, I'm pretty curious 'bout why you would ask Chica 'bout who she likes."

Bonnie's metal steamed as his voice box began to overheat. "I-I did not a-ask her! Foxy did! Yeah, t-that rodent has been after her since the beginning! I-I just overheard the two talking." Judging by the way Bonnie pouted and glanced away, Freddy throrized that Bonnie was performing the human ritual of "blushing" despite his lack of the color red on his face and ears. The rabbit still underwent the personality change.

This change also pointed out the fact that Bonnie was lying. Now Freddy had the chance to gain his authority over him back. With a steely gaze, Freddy shoved Bonnie and pinned him to the nearest wall. He winced, a sound of pain? Is Bonnie infected with this sense of touch as well? "Y'know…" Freddy trailed off so he could organize his brain back into place. He couldn't screw this up. "Lying to your leader isn't the brightest idea." Without hesitation, Freddy's music box winded up and played a haunting tune to add to the fear factor. Throughout his reign, Freddy knew that fear was a lovely tool for leadership. Bonnie, awestruck, backed into the wall more to avoid Freddy's face, but had no avail. Freddy had shoved his face even closer, until his pearly whites were just inches from his face. "You should know your place, Pal."

Bonnie let out a small, shaky scoff before hastily shoving Freddy aside and trudging off, leaving his dazed 'leader' to his thoughts.

Well, scheming to have ownership over Chica was off his to-do list. Now it was blank. Teasing with the stubborn Bon-Bon was another activity that would be added to the list, but he already had that fun, so what now? While pondering about what to do next, he heard a screw fall to the ground behind him. He turned.

What he saw was… Himself?

Chapter : END

AN: I will laugh when I find out that this chapter glitched out too.