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Freddy didn't want to do this. He really, really didn't want to do this. He knew he'd have to meet him eventually, but he just wished he wasn't in this situation. As he walked up to the stage, though, the curtains opened. Chica and Bonnie were standing there, looking out at him. They smiled and waved him in. He looked from one to the other as he entered.
"Who are you?", asked Chica.
"Uh... Freddy...", he replied.
Bonnie's smile widened and he turned around and pulled the other one forward. Freddy looked at his replacement. He was almost exactly the same except for the ridiculous red circles on his cheeks.
"Hi I'm-", he began, but Freddy cut him off.
"I'm aware. I just came by to say some stuff."
"Oh!", Bonnie exclaimed, Freddy turned to him, "Yo-u t-two ne-ed to get go-gi-going! Like... to the pa-pat-party roo-oom!"
"O... kay.", Freddy conceded, "C'mon Fazbear."
They both exited the stage area and walked down the hall.
"Odd.", the other one said.
"What?", Freddy asked.
"The t-kg."
"What?"
"T-a-k-i-g"
"Talking?"
He nodded.
"Well speaking of which, some friends of mine wanted me to talk to you, but that's probably gonna be hard."
"Why?"
"You can't even say full words properly. I just don't understand how they even... nevermind."
"What's your name?"
"Freddy."
"I'm Freddy."
"I'm all too aware of that. Just call me Freddy and I'll call you Fred. Deal?"
"Deal"
"Great. So, I was wondering. What do you know?"
"What"
"I mean, did they program you to know certain things, and if they did, what was it?"
"Hm. L-k w-t."
"Like... events. Things that happened before you were made. Do you know anything about that?"
"N-o."
"Oh... well, then I guess this conversation's over."
"R-l-y."
"Yeah, all the other things I was going to say were if you said yes, and you didn't."
"Oh."
"But what about you? Do you have anything to say?"
"..."
"Thought so."
Freddy turned to leave, but Fred didn't want him to. He wanted to ask questions, but he didn't have anything to ask. He didn't know anything, but maybe asking Chica and Bonnie would help. Still... he liked Freddy. The things Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy said about their friends made him want someone to talk about.
"W- w-a-t."
"Huh?", Freddy turned around.
"L- l-n-ly."
"What?"
"L-o-n-ly."
Freddy stood there silently for a few seconds. He wondered who else that could apply to. He didn't usually feel lonely, but what if his friends did? What if-... what if Amanda did? She hardly spoke anymore. She didn't smile. Then again, she didn't really have the means to portray any kind of expression. But...
"Why should you be lonely?"
"N-o-b-d-y t t-k to."
"... Really?"
"Ye-s."
"I don't... I can't think of anything to say. And you can't really talk."
"Can."
"No, you don't get it."
"Wa-at?"
"Just drop it, Amy!"
"Fred."
"Don't- I-", Freddy tried his best to keep himself under control. This was Fred. It wasn't Amanda. They weren't fighting, he wasn't making things up. "I'm sorry."
He turned to leave. Fred stared after him. Maybe they'd be friends some other night.