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Calm… That’s all he can remember. The light he saw through his half-closed eyelids. His heartbeat. The coldness of the laboratory. Men in white coats, roaming around, congratulating each other, while he stayed there tied to a machine. Tied, but for some reason… calm. He was alive. He was the first. He knew he was the first, but didn’t know why he was the first, why he knew he was the first maybe? Slowly, but surely, everything started to make more sense after that. A lot of things happened but one thing stayed the same. One thing could never change. He was the first. Freddy was the first robot of the franchise.
Chapter 2: Change
Bonnie was the first to go to bed among the four of them. This wasn’t surprising as he was not much of a party person. Not that they were having a party. It was Foxy’s idea of course, but in the end, they all agreed that they could use a break. They had fun, ordering take-out and drinking beer. It was a break from the usual routine. They needed breaks like these from time to time they were, almost, human after all.
Freddy looked deep in
thought as he took another sip of his drink. It was like the interaction from before was messing with his head. He felt uneasy, he had always been able to understand Bonnie. This unusual behavior was something that Freddy had to figure out. Bonnie was his closest friend after all. That, and it was part of his job too. For some reason, he kept forgetting that part these days.
Freddy was the first hybrid the company had created. He was given the role of a leader. They were all created with a purpose, and his purpose was to keep the pizzeria in order. He used to focus on this part way too much in the past. It wasn’t until Chica was made that he started viewing things a bit differently. Chica was his first colleague and friend. Once they became friends, Freddy realized that not everything concerning the pizzeria could be seen as “work”. He genuinely cared about Chica and saw her as family. It was the same when Foxy arrived. But it wasn’t until Bonnie joined the crew that the family finally felt complete. For Freddy, Bonnie had felt like a missing puzzle piece, the friend he wasn’t aware that he needed.
Up until that point, Freddy had always been aware of his purpose. He never got confused by anything, because to him, his purpose was clear. Lead the pizzeria, manage the franchise, keep everything in order… It was like these things were embedded into his artificial brain. Of course, having Chica and Foxy as his family was another driving force for him, but it wasn’t enough to make him forget about why he was created. You see, Freddy took his work seriously. Not too seriously, of course, he wasn’t a strict person, but work was an important priority for him. For some undefinable reason, that all took a U-turn when he and Bonnie became close. (Freddy gulped down his drink in one go). He was still getting work done of course, but it felt like his priorities had changed.
Chatting with Bonnie, spending time with Bonnie, making music with Bonnie… These things were on his mind non-stop and at some point, work seemed like it was getting in the way of things when it was clearly supposed to be the other way around. ‘How frustrating.’ He thought to himself. It was when he felt his mouth had gone dry that he realized he had finished his drink. Foxy and Chica were talking about an event that had taken place during that week. ‘Something about a kid shitting his pants, honestly I’m way too drunk to care. Wait, drunk?? Me???’
Freddy felt panic rise in his chest, he had never been drunk before. ‘This is bad.’
“I’m calling it a night, I think I should head to bed.”(F)
“This early? We haven’t even played never have I ever yeett.”(Chica)
“Just leave him be Ducky, Sorry boss, you know how she gets when she is drunk”(Foxy)
“Am not drunk and don’t call me DUCKY.”(Chica)
“It’s alright, have fun you two.” (Freddy)
He could hear their voices get less noticeable as he made his way to the toilet. Freddy splashed some water on his face. He felt hot inside, and he didn’t know what to do about it. He decided to not think much about the fact that he was drunk and just go to his room and hopefully sleep. As he exited the bathroom, his eyes got caught up on a certain someone's closed door. He couldn’t help it, Bonnie’s room was right next to his after all. He let his eyes stay there for a while longer until an interesting thought made him come back to his senses.
‘Maybe I should get in.’
‘…’
‘OKAAAAAYYYY, LET’S JUST GET TO OUR ROOM.’
Freddy felt heat rush to his face, he decided to just stOP THINKING GOD DAMMIT. (Good luck with that Fred.)
He was just about to take a step to reach his awaited destination when he heard the sound of a door opening and before he had time to process what was happening, he felt something soft hit his chest.
“Bonnie?”
Fuck