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Gregory's eyes landed on this... boy. This odd looking boy.
This boy didn't seem like a normal, human-looking boy. His hair was entwined with a large bandage around his head, his skin seemed like Gregory could place his hand through it, and his outfit looked like an old man would wear it. A black polo-shirt with two light gray stripes. Gregory's feet were sat criss-cross-applesauce against the cold flooring of the odd backroom he found while looking for a way out. His hands were placed on top of his Fazbear Brand shoes. The boy's face was stained with a deep, dark red color on the side of the bandage.
"Uh... are you okay?" Gregory inched closer to the boy, worried for him. What was a small child, around the same age as him, doing in a dark room like this? Was he in the same situation as him? "You're, like, really pale. Are you stuck here, too?"
The boy didn't seem like he wanted to talk to him. His arms were folded against his shirt and his legs were also laced with each other. Gregory noticed how the boy's hair was curled and tangled with the wrapping around the whole left side of his face. The same bits of his hair also had a mixture of colors: from a pale red near the bandage, to a chocolate brown, like Gregory's. They looked very similar, to be honest. Dark hair (though Gregory's stuck out and his was curly), dark skin, and a similar outfit overall. Gregory had to be honest here, he did steal most of his outfit from Fazbear Entertainment. His shirt, his shoes. It was quite obvious, really.
"Hello? Do you not like to talk or something?" Quite fed up now, Gregory leaned over to the boy. "I'm trying to help you! I... do you know Freddy Fazbear? He's probably outside waiting for me. I want to help you, but you're being... you aren't listening to me!" Gregory reached his hands out to touch the boy's shoulders, but was met with the floor. "Wh-?" He lifted his arms up from the cold floor and touched the boy again. His arms went through the boy's skin and sent his palms against the floor. "Huh?"
The boy didn't say anything, but he opened his mouth. Inside, you could see everything a normal mouth had. But, this wasn't a normal boy.
"I'm..." The boy finally let out something. His voice was soft and quiet, like he was walking on eggshells. "... a ghost."
Gregory popped open his eyes and scooted backwards into a box. "A-A ghost!? I'm talking to a ghost?" The boy nodded.
"My name is Evan.”He said in a whisper. He sounded like his voice couldn't get any higher than that tone. Gregory widened his eyes, amazed. He was talking to a ghost! And a ghost was talking to him back!
"Gregory!" He said, a goofy grin inprinted on his face. "I'm Gregory!" The boy held out a warm hand to meet with a empty one. Gregory thought it would be cold if he tried to touch it again. (or if he could even touch it without slipping through the boy)
"Gregory..." Evan said, as if he were enchanted. He seemed like he had never seen a human in his whole life. "Hi."
"Hi." Gregory's hand met the ghost's. Evan sat across from him, smiling sheepishly. Gregory had so many questions. How did the boy get here? Was he killed here? It was odd. Gregory, a human boy, was making friends with a ghost. "Am I allowed to ask questions?"
"Um..." Evan breathed quietly. So it was true, ghosts could do everything a human could. "...Sure, I guess."
"Okay!" Gregory smiled. "I love ghosts."
Evan was quiet. He seemed uncomfortable at the thought of talking about his past. "Okay."
"Can I ask how you died? Is that like, disrepectful to ghosts or something?"
"Ah..."
Gregory's smile melted into a frown and a look of cornern and worry. "Are you okay?" He asked, his voice softening. He reached out to touch Evan's shoulder, completely forgetting the boy was dead. Long dead, probably. Evan nodded his head, his hair sticking out from his cast. It kind of flapped as he head moved.
"Yeah, sorry. I... My..." Evan squinted. "... brother. My brother."
"Your brother what?"
"He killed me."
Gregory paused. His brother killed him? Why would someone do that to their own family? His brother must have been a really, really bad person to do something to his brother like that. He furrowed his eyebrow thinking about how someone could murder such a nice, young kid like him.
"So, your brother... killed you? How?" Gregory leaned in closer, like Evan was telling him a story, which he was, but like they were around a campfire late at night. Evan seemed a little more comofrtable now as he spoke.
"It was my birthday party. He had friends there. I'm scared of the robots... and they knew that. He wanted to scare me," He motioned everything out with his hands. Small and frail. Like a ghost boy's hands would look. "They put my head inside of the bears mouth."
"And it killed you?" Gregory asked. Evan nodded, his hair flapping around like a fish out of water. Gregory felt his heart tighten. He probably was really little.
"I know it was a mistake," He took a fragment of his hair and twirled it along his finger. "But he still killed me."
"And, how did you get here?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know?" Gregory widened his eyes once more. Evan didn't know how he got here? Did he just wander in or something?
"But you know what I do know?" Evan inched slightly closer to Gregory. He narrowed his eyes down to a pinpoint in an area where light seeped in from a doorway. There was a shadow cast under it, hopefully Freddy's legs. "... I can feel him here. He's here somewhere, inside."
At first, Gregory was worried. Worried about what? What ever Evan was talking about. He sat there, puzzled for a moment, his head tilted slightly to the side. His hair flew down to his shoulders and his eyes grew larger. Then, due to the way Evan's eye looked, he could tell what he meant. He was referring to his brother. His brother was here? Was his brother still alive? How long ago did Evan even die? The look in his eye said it all. It looked like a death glare, like he could move once inch and you'd regret you were even born. He may have looked like a cute boy at first glance, but he seemed to be so, so much more. The bandage, the blood dripping from his forehead, his dead eye, everything. It all made sense now.
"Gregory? Are you alright?" Gregory jumped at the robotic voice coming from the bear outside the door. "I'm beginning to worry!"
Right. Gregory wandered in here to look for a way out, not make a new friend. Gregory jumped up, rubbed his knee, and turned to the door. "Hey, Evan, wanna come with Freddy and I?"
Evan jumped back and landed on his back. "Freddy?" Right... the boy was killed by a bear, probably an older Freddy. Gregory had no idea what it was like back then. All he knew was that there were older models, since, well, there were pictures everywhere. Gregory ran a hand through his hair and flipped it upwards.
"Yeah, Freddy! Don't worry, he's a good one. He won't hurt us."
Evan hesitated, then flinched. The boy in the blue shirt held out his hand as Evan took it. "Okay..."
"I'm coming, Freddy!"
"Freddy, this is Evan. He's a ghost."
Freddy, being a robot, didn't have much of a look on his face. Gregory didn't think it would take Freddy too long to process this. He could see his Roxy's eyes, right? Surely! "Freddy? Helloooo?" Gregory tapped his shoulder. The only thing that came of the tap was a metalic tap sound.
"Ah, yes," Freddy blinked, his eyes making a weird robot sound. "Hello, Evan."
Evan didn't say anything. He stood with his fists clentched to his sides and his eyes narrowed at the tall bear standing over him. He seemed like he was ready to fight off the beast. "Evan? Are you okay?" Gregory turned to him. The side of his face you could still see seemed to be covered by a thick shadow. His eye was glowing a dark blue, since that was his eye color. Probably.
Freddy seemed nervous, too. His tech was so high that the robots could have feelings. One second Freddy could be excited and entertained, the next he could be worried and conerned about Gregory's health status. It was cool. But, why would Freddy show such nervous feelings around him? Because he was a ghost? That was a little odd, don't you think?
Gregory tapped Freddy again, causing the hatch on his stomach to open up. He placed one leg on top and pulled himself upwards. His hand went to the side of the bear's stomach as he climbed inside of the stomach. "W-What are you doing!?" Evan's eyes shot wide open and he reached his arms out to grab Gregiry inside of Freddy's stomach. "You're going to get hurt...!"
He looked at Evan, who had true fear in his eyes. Gregory drew his eyes towards the shaking boy. "What's wrong? Look, Freddy is supposed to help!" Evan pulled his hands against his chest and folded them up. His chest, now being covered by his skinny arms, was rising up and down to, what would be, his heartbeat. "Evan?"
"Sorry..." Evan let out a small whisper. How could he go from being a sad ghost, to one that looked like it could kill you, back to sad ghost boy? "I-" The boy stopped. His eyes landed on the large, orange bear that Gregory now sat inside. The hatch closed, and Evan stiffended. "Uh..."
"Evan? Are you alright? Do you wanna get inside Freddy, too?" Gregory painted a smile on his cheeks, although Evan couldn't see it through Freddy's stomach. Evan shook his head back and forth, his curly hair flying around in air.
"I... no thank you." Evan mumbled.
"If you say so!"
"Freddy? Do you think that Monty and Chica can see Evan?"
Gregory sat inside of Freddy's stomach cavity, slowly bouncing up and down at every step. Freddy didn't speak.
"I am not sure, Gregory..." Freddy kept walking once he finally did start talking. "I don't even know why they are after you in the first place." Gregory pulled his knees up to his chest and listened closely.
"What about you, Evan? Do you think Monty and Chica can see you?" As he said that, a thought popped into his head. Evan probably didn't even know who Monty was. Maybe Chica, since he knew who Freddy was, but not Monty. Monty was new. After Bonnie was kicked out of the band and brought into the backroom, Monty stepped in to take his place. Cool, right? Not really. Gregory was kind of scared of Monty to be honest. "Sorry, nevermind... you probably don't know who Monty is. Do you know Chica? Chica the Chicken? I think she goes way back to like... seventy B.C."
Freddy laughed. "Not really, Gregory. She dates back sometime from at least fifty years back." He added. Gregory rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah," Gregory shifted, trying to avoid the little glowing buttons and things inside of his chest. "You get what I mean, right, Evan?"
"Oh... Chica?" Evan was walking next to Freddy, since the robots probably couldn't see him."Yeah. I remember her."- Evan glanced up at Freddy, who seemed uncomfortable with him beside him- "She was the chicken. She had a nice design." Gregory nodded from inside.
"You should see her now! She's crazy!" Evan looked away from Freddy and inched futher away. His eye was flat with just that certain shade of blue. It looked like a deep ocean. That's what Gregory thought the very bottom of the ocean looked like. Filled with pure darkness and sea creatures nobody had descovered yet. He shivered, wiping away the goosebumps on his arms. "She has a cool oulfit and cool hair, it's awesome."
"Yes. Chica is my friend... I do not understand why she would be after you, Gregory?" Freddy still was on about that. Chica was his friend, Gregory saw during the show. When Freddy started glitching out all weirdly on stage and Chica was the first to run up to him. She stood next to him, shaking the bear. They were robots, but they all still had personalities and worries. Gregory thought that was kind of odd. They must have had amazing programming, like no other robot the world as ever seen before.
"Yeah. I don't either... do you think it's that rabbit lady?" Gregory worried. "Does she have something to do with it? Why is there even a crazy lady in a rabbit suit running around... weirdo. Get a life, crazy rabbit lady." He rolled his eyes.
Evan barked out a laugh. It sounded kind of like an echo through the dark hallways. As the three lurked through the backrooms of the pizzaplex, the laugh bounched off the walls and back at the ghost boy. "Sorry..." He mumbled and smiled sheepishly.
Freddy looked away.