The back door was grimy and a shade of unpleasant green. The rain was pouring now, showering the people below without mercy. It made his hair stick uncomfortably to his face and slightly cover his dull, blank eyes. He slowly blinked them as rain began to seep down his face like tears. His excess blood flowed down with it, hurrying down the sewer drain.

He hesitantly pushed open the rusty door that creaked quietly. An empty employee's lounge was behind it, and he hurried in after he saw the coast was clear. This back entrance was much better than the front, he doesn't need anymore attention on him. Now, he just needs to change out of his bloody clothes and find new ones.

He was in some random thrift store full of unnecessary items. Surely they wouldn't notice if some of it went missing, would they? He passed by a lone table and some beat up vending machines before leaving the lounge and entering the store. There were cloth racks and shelves of food items and such that lined the floor. Over near the front entrance, there was a register with a worker sitting behind it on her phone. Quite convenient for him actually, her focus is on her device.

He already took down the security system from the outside, it took a little bit of picking with the wiring. He'll be in and out like a passing shadow. He quickly grabbed some ordinary clothes of human children that looked around his age. In fact, it was so ordinary that he'd look completely like an ordinary child. Not some bloody monster who escaped his prison. He immediately grabbed a pack of bandages and pulled one out.

He peeled off the wrapper of the bandaid and carefully applied it on his cheek from when he got cut from the man in the white coat. He still remembers the terrified look in that man's eyes before he slit his throat, the flashing red alarms, the surprised look on the other scientists' faces, the cries of children, it was ingrained in his memory. How pitiful.

He slowly peeled off his bloody hospital gown. It slipped onto the floor, a heep of blue and red like marble cake, and he glanced at it carelessly. It was like shedding new skin. He doesn't remember how long he was in that dark place, till he was found by strange people. They bound him on metal tables and through machines where they poked and prodded at him. He dryly swallowed the bitter taste of his blood in his mouth. This must've been what freedom tasted like.

He examined his body. There was a criss-crossing pattern of red scars and stitches that marred his chest, arms, and legs. Blood still lazily leaked from the large, open gash on his abdomen. He blinked dizzily at the sight of it. He could slowly feel his energy seep out of him with every drop of blood. He knew he might collapse if he didn't find a solution soon.

He carefully put on his new clothes. It was a simple sweater that was blue with a purple streak down the middle. He slipped up some plain shorts. He sat down on a bench and placed some white socks over his bare feet. Finally, he slipped red sneakers over his ankles.

He stood up and looked at himself in the nearby mirror. He quite frankly looked like he was half dead. He brushed his hair with his fingers, still matted with rain water. He smelled like rain, too with the iron taste of faux blood. He soon realized he didn't like rain that much. It felt like sadness.

He averted his golden eyes from the reflection in the mirror. What a familiar feeling it invoked. He concluded he didn't like his own reflection either, it stared at him too much.

He heard the shuffling of steps before the worker approached with her headphones on and phone in hand. She walked nearby the aisle he was in and took something off of the shelf, it was a bag of chips. She ripped it open and took a bite of a chip, when she finally looked up, she only saw a bloody gown on the floor and an open pack of bandages on the shelf.

How strange.

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Freddy stared at the two children with observing yellow eyes from his place at the metal table. He glanced between Gregory and the girl. Of course, the boy was glued to (y/n)'s side like some lovesick puppy, but the girl seemed nervous and hesitant. Whatever was said, it wasn't going to be said again. Freddy does not like feeling left out of the conversation.

"Children," Freddy said with his new voice box and his strange voice. Gregory was nuzzled to her side, but when he looked at Freddy, his once sickly sweet golden eyes darkened into a glare as Gregory returned to his cold, unfazed demeanor. Freddy's eyebrows visibly furrowed at the dark change in the air. "Children, if I may ask, where did you get this voice from?"

(Y/n) looked away guiltily. Gregory simply smiled. Freddy felt a pang in his chest. What did that mean? He felt the static of a million thoughts. In his head, he saw crushing walls as he felt it crush his body into pieces, he saw terrible, glamorous eyes as a hand reached hungrily for him, he saw water dripping from a ceiling as he stared blankly with violet eyes, he saw a singular cupcake on a plate. He saw a girl with a soft, small face. He felt addiction.

You know where it came from, a voice whispered in his head. Freddy looked into the boy's daring, golden eyes. An awful feeling stirred in his chest. There was a clicking sound in his throat, he felt the indescribable urge to eat something suddenly. If you don't behave, you'll end up like them.

Like them? What do you mean? He asked the presence that twisted around his head like a merry-go-round. But they never responded. The only thing that occupied him was the need to bite down on something. His broken fingers twitched as he felt his fangs grind against each other. He was hungry. Pizza, cake, candy, plastic, bone, flesh, blood. He felt the buzz of something obsessive crawl into him. He stared at (y/n). A pink candy wrapper stuck out of her pant pocket.

"Freddy is going to go to sleep now," Gregory said quietly, he turned towards (y/n) and smiled softly, the sugary look in his honey eyes returned. Freddy felt sick at the sight of it, he needed his teeth to bite on something. "We'll continue looking for parts to fix him, but first, let's take a break. How does that sound?"

(Y/n) nodded quietly and looked back at the bear with sad eyes. She looked small and helpless. He needed to eat something. Gregory's hand traveled to her back as he beckoned her out of the grimy room. The girl looked back into the staring, glowing eyes of Freddy as his crumpled figure slid further and further away the more Gregory led her away. Freddy bit down on his gums. A child all alone in this wretched place. All alone.

He needed to eat something.

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She tapped her fingers against the polished table. She saw her sad reflection on it. She decided that she didn't like her reflection, because the child she saw was sad, like the children she would see on the covers of stories. But this wasn't any story. The girl who was reflecting off of the table was so unlike her. She never felt this tired yet full of anxiety like this before. She couldn't imagine this was her.

The only thing in her thoughts was the way her mother smiled at her and the way her father laughed. Did they forget about her already? She wondered if this was a punishment for stealing candy from the jar that one time. But it was simple fun, it would be a punishment too harsh. Maybe they didn't want her at all. They don't love you, the doll in her dreams said. A part of herself believed it. Maybe that was the real thing. The real thing that scared her.

A bowl of ice cream was placed in front of her. Gregory sat down on the stool next her, his expectant golden eyes watched her as he laid his head down on the table and simply stared at her. She glanced at him before looking back at the sweet treat. She felt nauseous. The sounds of Bonnie Bowl surrounded her and she looked at everything but her true feelings.

She looked up into the pink eyes of the mysterious bunny figure that was painted onto the white brick. To distract herself, she wondered what he was like. Maybe he was kind and friendly, like Freddy. He had a kind smile on his face like the bear animatronic. But at the thought of Freddy, she only became sadder. She was destroying all of his friends. Selfish was the word in her head. She was selfish for destroying them. But Freddy seemed to be the only thing in this entire building that didn't scare her. She never felt doubtful around him.

"Aren't you eating?" Gregory broke her out of her thoughts. There was an impatient glint in his golden eyes. The girl always thought his eyes were pretty. "Is there something you want to say?"

She looked into the ice cream that Gregory fetched for her. He brought her into Bonnie Bowl because of the ice cream parlor in it. She would've felt bad for stealing, but honestly, she was starting to not care so much as she did before. Strawberry, vanilla, and chocolate. Her dad loved ice cream. At the thought of him, she felt heavy with dampening emotions.

"I miss my parents," the girl solemnly said as she picked at the ice cream with her spoon. Gregory's golden eyes darkened. Them again, why does she always talk of them. They don't matter as much as him, so why is she thinking of them.

"Well, you have me, I'm here. That's what matters, right?" Gregory smiled coyly, but his eye twitched slightly in irritation. His smile was a bit too wide to be casual. "Besides, I'm sure they would've came running after seeing that their beloved daughter gone, wouldn't they?"

There were unspoken words in what he said. They don't love you. The doll's golden eyes stared into her. Hellfire. She looked back at her ice cream and put the spoon in her mouth, the sweetness invaded her tongue and stuck to her teeth like glue. She felt sick.

"Gregory?" The boy hummed in acknowledgment as he tapped his nails against the polished table. It was like a spider. Bonnie's pink eyes judged her, her ice cream was beginning to melt and fuse together. The girl wetly swallowed her saliva and hesitantly glanced at him. "What are your parents like?"

Gregory froze. Thoughts of darkness, rain, and the smell of blood suddenly invaded his thoughts. He doesn't remember how long he was in that dark place. His creator? Well, he barely remembered him. Gregory can't even think of a face. Much less a name. He only remembers his creator's voice as he quietly muttered to himself about nonsensical things while plugging in joints and wires. His voice was warm yet tired, it had a rough, dull edge to it. But then he left one day. His creator didn't even say goodbye to him. He hated that man.

But he still wonders if his creator is proud of him for being such a success? Maybe things wouldn't have been so unfortunate if the man simply just stayed.

Gregory coughed quietly and awkwardly into his fist and (y/n) just furrowed her eyebrows at him confusedly. How come he was so quiet? A slow, hesitant smile pulled at Gregory's lips as he looked away from her. "I- uh- don't really remember him."

The girl looked sorry for him. He had no parents, she was probably thinking, how sad. What a sad, little boy. Gregory felt his fingers twitch. He hated any sort of pity that was directed towards him. He didn't need his creator then and he certainly doesn't need his creator now. He had (y/n), and that's all that really mattered to him. Wherever she is, he'd be with her. Even if she doesn't realize he's there. The boy shook his head at the sad look in her eyes.

"Don't feel bad about it, I never really... I never liked him anyways."

In fact, I hate him.

(Y/n): I miss my parents :(

Gregory: What am I, a roach to you? 😀