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He doesn't know how long he's been in his room. Maybe hours, maybe days even! But it doesn't matter, as long as he's away from them. His friends, he failed them, they were counting on him to win the Squid Games. Counting on him to win back the money. Counting on HIM to make their dream come true. But he blew it and that Scott dang British kid won, maybe if he had been faster than he would have won the game; but he blew it so now they have no money, no funds, and no plan. Everything that went wrong is all his fault. He wouldn't be surprised if they decided to up and quit.
A knock on his door startled him out of his thoughts, the knock also caused him to fall off his bed. He let out a yelp as he jumped off his bed and gravity plummeted him to the floor, he let out a pained groan before getting to his feet. “Freddy you okay?” asked a voice from the other door, the voice belonged to Chica. “Uh, yeah!” He reassured her.
He opens his door to reveal that Chica wasn’t alone, with her were Foxy and Bonnie. The trio had their faces painted with worry, “hey Freddy, can we talk” Chica requested. Though hesitant Freddy agreed and let them in, Foxy and Bonnie sat on the carpeted floor while Chica took a seat on the chair that was next to Freddy’s bed. Freddy took a seat on his bed; he had a feeling that he knew what the conversation was going to be about. After a few moments of rather uncomfortable silence between the group Chica spoke.
“How are you feeling after the games, Freddy?” the chicken probed, smiling a little in hope of making the bear feel comfortable to open up, at first the her friend didn't answer looking down at the carpeted floor, though, soon he answers curtly,”fine.” Chica's face visibly fell at the short answer, she didn't want to pry but she knew she had to in order to know what was wrong with her friend. She opens her mouth to speak but nothing comes out, what does she say?
She tries to think about what to say but whenever she tries to put her thoughts into words it comes out broken and stuttered. Freddy winces quietly as he hears his friend trying to comfort him, he feels bad, he doesn't want his friends to have to make him feel better about a mistake that he made.
Eventually Chica stops trying and looks to her friends for help, she turns to Foxy with a look that urges him to say something. Foxy nods in understanding, he scoots a bit closer to the bed and then clears his non-existent throat before talking, "lad we're worried about you, after the games you yelled at Bonnie then ran off." Freddy winced at being reminded of that, "oh, yeah sorry about that Bonnie," he says quickly, he hated how it sounded as the words left his mechanical mouth; it sounded like he didn't care, which wasn't true at all. He really is sorry for yelling at his friend, but at the same time he just wanted the conversation's subject to change.
After Freddy's apology Chica and Foxy looked and turned their heads to Bonnie, who was uncharacteristically quiet. He looked at both his friends, between the three of them they shared a look of pain and a shared concern for their friend. Chica then breathes in deep and turned back to his friend," Freddy," she leans forward and puts her friend under her friends chin and gently lifts his head so that he's looking at her and his other friends. "You do know you can tell us if there is anything bothering you right?", Chica asked, now that she can see her friend's face she notices how tired he looks, even though they were animatronics and didn't require sleep.
Something flashed across Freddy's face, maybe it was irritation or guilt, she couldn't tell. Freddy then turns away from his friends, facing a wall he states,"yeah, if something is wrong which nothing is," after a few moments he adds,"I'm fine,"