Hello everyone. I'm uploading this a bit early to say sorry for the lil hiatus I took! This one's about our favourite fboy, Balloon Boy (Billy)! I'm currently working on a 10k+ project, and it's eating up my time like the kids scoff down the pizza and drinks at Freddy's. Om nom nom!

Mailbox: -empty T_T-

So enjoy!

Oh, and the formatting thing I'll get to when I lose steam for the 10k project.

Disclaimer: Five Nights at Freddy's One, Two, Three and (Four)'s not mine. The title is inspired by Mandopony's brilliant song 'Balloons'.

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Chapter Twenty: Just Like Balloons

He hated it.

Standing slowly in the Party Room, stapled to the floor with his stupid restraints, he was an anchor for the colourful balloons that floated teasingly above his head, as another child snatched the balloon from it and waved it happily around.

He knew from being planted outside the old, cracked windows that the balloons soared away, finally free from the clutch of a grubby child's hand, into the blue sky that matched the redheaded girl's eyes that replenished his balloons and cleaned his hat when the day was done. The girl had always compared it to his crude, dull eyes, but he liked getting compliments from his young friend.

And he was trapped here, saying his hellos and 'hi!' and being constantly called 'an annoyance' and 'devil spawn' or 'his giggles are so creepy, let's go after this balloon'.

The other animatronics paid him no heed, treating him like a misfit and ignoring him when they roamed at night, albeit one pirate fox, who lowered his broken muzzle to his short, blunt face and talked about him being a misfit too, abandoned and feared by everyone except an old, decommissioned chicken, a faceless lavender bunny and a creaky brown bear, and a marionette turned puppet, who sighed and berated him, but sympathised with him being avoided and feared all the same.

However, most night guards that had barely survived the night by the skin of their teeth had him to thank for that, and he never got the acknowledgement for the kill-mostly Foxy or Freddy, but he'd never let him stuff the guard in the suit because apparently 'he was too young' and would 'leave stains all over the floor', which made him enraged, but more at the bear than the fox, who always ordered everyone around like a dictator.

He still always got the blame. Aggressive yelling and swearing were always deflected at him that were not as nearly ferocious as the howls directed at the swinging-fox- turned-to-a-mangling-mess crouching at the top with her endo friend, or the menacing tinkles of the Marionette's music box ringing through the claustrophobic office.

He just wanted to leave and fly free, not to be the source of everyone's blind hatred.