I Think He's broken
Early dawn's light shown through the window, casting a warm blanket on the two robots within the cold room, causing the bear to stir.
The bear opened his eyes, light filled his sensors as he raised his head, a whirring noise sounded as his gears began to turn as he activated. He blinked, adjusting to the blinding light that shown in the room. Fred stretched his arm outwards, freezing up as two golden ears smacked him in the face.
He looked to his right and tapped his brother's head. His brother gave a low, annoyed groan, and a muffled, "No." as he readjusted his head on Fred's shoulder. He gave a sigh, then pushed Springs off of him, a loud 'bang' as he fell to the floor, still perfectly in sleep mode. He poked Springs, "C'mon brother, we hav' tah' get somethin' tah' eat before we shut down."
Fred rose to his feet slowly, looking back to his brother on the floor, curled up in a ball, his light snores echoing in the room. He opened the door that led to the back room where they slept and poked his head through the door, ears pricked. He was met with silence.
He stepped out into the diner, closing the door behind him as he went down the path to the kitchen, his ears fell as he walked down the hall, the only noise was the thumping of his feet against the black and white tiled floor and the humming of the distant fridge and freezer down the hall.
He turned into the kitchen, hurrying over to the counter where two boxes of freshly made pizza, the only good thing on the menu, sat on the marble surface, the amazing aroma of pepperoni pizza wafted from them, making the bear hurry over to them. He grabbed both boxes happily, smelling the delicious scent of them, before tucking them under each arm. Turning back to the door, Fredbear began to exit the room, freezing as he heard a distant, 'thump,' almost as if someone with heavy clothes just dropped themselves into the diner.
He angled his ears to the diner's entrance, nearly dropping the boxes in surprise.
"Hello, anybody there?" he called out, looking around wildly before running back into the safe room, slamming the door shut out of fear, making a half-sleep Springs jump, stretching his arm out to far, snapping it out of place. He looked to Fred, an annoyed expression spread across his face as he popped his arm back into place. Fred gave an apologetic smile before walking over.
Springs dove into his pizza box, grabbing a slice as soon as he got his hands on it. He quickly gobbled down the first slice, but as he went for the second, he froze. Fred turned his head as he noticed the sudden pause movement to his left. He put an arm on hid brother's shoulder, snapping his attention to him.
"What is it?" he asked, dropping the slice of pizza in his hand back into the box. Springs shook his head, grabbing the second slice and taking a quick bite out of it before shaking Fred's hand off of his shoulder. Fred rolled his eyes and continued to eat. Several moments of silence passed.
Springs broke the quiet.
"Do you ever wonder what they are hiding in that office at the end of the hall?" he asked suddenly, startling the elder brother.
Fred blinked a couple times, then nodded, "Yes, ah' do wonder what lie past that blasted kitchen." he sighed, eyes downcast as he finished his last slice of pizza. Springs eyes soon filled with childish mischief, Fred knew that look too well, he shook his head.
"No, no, ah' ain't gonna let my younger brotherget in tah' trouble because of his insane amount of ever-lasting mischief." he sniffed, closing his pizza box. Springs looked disappointed.
"But, Fred!" he whined, shaking Fred's brother pathetically, like a five-year old begging for a chocolate bar, or a new toy. He shook his head.
"Springs, stop it, ya know we can't wander all around in places where we ain't welcome tah', yah' hear?" Fred growled, making Springs back off. He nodded, "Yeah, I hear ya." he said, sitting back down from his position on his knees.
He glanced at the walls, several "Fredbear's Diner" poster sat there, the eyes of the picture versions of them seemed to stare into them, there eyes looking into his mechanical soul. He shivered and looked back to Fredbear.
"But, FFFFFFFFFFFFFrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeddddddddddd." he whined, making the bear's eye twitch. He hated when Springs did that, it always made him crazy, making him rage, usually. He stared at the bunny, an innocent smile on his face, he turned his head away.
"The last time yah got in tah' trouble, ah' was used as a suit as punishment. Do ya want that tah' happen tah' yah?" Fredbear growled, Springs shook his head and stared at the ground, tapping his foot angrily, thinking of something to persuade Fred. He just decided to act like a five-year old.
"Fred, the last time I did something wrong was 1984, right?" Fred froze, then nodded, "Yah went to the girls restroom instead of the mens' room and scared some of the children in there." he sniffed, leaning against the wall, arms folded behind his head. Springs smirked.
"Well, none of the staff is here." he reminded, the bear sighed and shook his head.
"No, Springs, ah'm not gonna let you just run off an-" he paused as Springs suddenly shot up and ran for the door, upon opening it, he stuck out his tongue then slammed it, startling Fred.
He sat there for a moment, thinking about what just happened before jumping to his feet and running after the immature animatronic, cursing under his breath as he rounded the corner to the office, the door was hanging onto its hinges at an angle, the door obviously had been busted. Fred shook his head and walked inside, Springs was sitting in the office chair, sifting through a stack of papers on the desk.
Springs picked each one up and placed them into a pile onto the other side of the desk after reading them, "Bills, bills, news clipping." he looked to Fred. The bear looked at him carefully, "What?" he asked, shrugging. Springs handed him the clipping before returning to his pile. Fred inspected the news clipping, an eyebrow raised. His gears screeched.
Springs noticed and quickly held up another paper to his eyes, a smile growing on his face.
"Looks like they're over the 'incident' two months ago." he assured, handing the other paper to the bear. Fred slowly took it, placing the clipping back onto the desk. He straightened the paper and read it carefully. His expression brightened.
The paper was the one they were waiting to see for years, the one confirming the opening of the new location, finally, it was going to happen.
He placed the paper back down, smiling at the sign. He looked to Springs.
"Well, that explains why nobody is here." he sighed, looking through a stack of papers himself. Bills, bills, bills. Springs kept looking for stuff, leaning back in the chair and spinning around in it occasionally.
Fred soon grew bored of looking through them, so he just looked at the ones his brother handed him; news clippings and the occasional list of things being transported to the new location.
Springs prepared to grab another one, then paused. Fred looked to him, raising an eyebrow.
"Hey, what is it?" he tapped his brother's shoulder, Springs continued to grab the paper with shaky hands.
A picture of the two animatronics was on it, Fredbear's picture had a giant, green "accepted" stamp on it, SpringBonnie's had a huge red, "rejected" stamp.
Fred felt his 'heart' stop, a frown swept across his face as he saw Springs' expression, a mixture of shock and worry, soon grew angry and upset. He crumpled up the paper and faced Fredbear, the sound of his gears spinning and his overworking fuel tank.
"Why aren't I accepted into the new location?" he yelled, pointing an accusing finger at the bear, he glanced back down at the ball of paper.
"Why aren't I good enough to good enough to go?" he screeched, pounding his fists on the desk's oak wood surface, cracking it slightly with his metal hands. Fred grabbed the ball of paper, a sick feeling hit him in the bottom of his stomach as he read the reasons.
"Unpopular?" Springs was always good with the children though….
"Troublemaker?" Well, that was true, but it wasn't even anything major….
"Unwanted?"…..
Fred ripped the paper in half, fresh anger showing on his face. Unwanted?! UNWANTED?! No, he was always needed and wanted….what happened?
He looked up to see Springs had vanished, but the sound of crying gave him away. Fred joined him under the desk, crumbling the ripped up paper back into a loose ball before throwing it into the office.
He looked to Springs, his eyes were closed, tears of black oil spilled down his cheeks, the bunny's fists were clenched tightly as he bottled in his anger and disappointment. Fred pulled him close and into a hug, Springs let out a slow breath of shaky air before leaning into the hug himself.
"Brother, maybe we can figure somethin' out, okay? Next time the humans come, ah'll talk tah' them." Fred suggested, feeling his own tears stream down his face at the sound at Springs' crying.
"I'm not wanted…." he mumbled into Fredbear's fur, the bear shook his head.
"Look, lil' brother." Fred order, grabbing Springs by the shoulders and making him sit up and face him, yet he refused to open his eyes.
"Ah' want yah' around, yah' hear me? Ah' want you by my side and playin' that guitar of yours, singin' back up, yah' are wanted." he assured, pulling him back into a tighter hug.
"Ah' want yah' here, brother." he sniffed, tears now falling from his blue eyes, he shut them tightly to avoid anymore from falling. Springs opened his eyes. His eyes had faded to a light silver. He shook his head.
"I know."
"Golden!"
"Golden! Wake up!"
The bear opened his eyes.
