Toy Freddy shouldn’t have been able to move around, all things considered. He was supposed to just be a lifeless animatronic gathering dust as bits and pieces of him were taken away. Unfortunately for the company, that wasn’t on his agenda. He was curious, he wanted to know more about the location they had moved him and the others to, and so, he wandered.
It had been hard the first few times to do so, as he wasn’t yet used to lacking parts of his endoskeleton and suit. He would ungracefully fall over many times and his friends, just as torn apart as he was, would have to help him back up. But that was in the past, he was used to having pieces of him missing now, he didn’t need to have them around to assist anymore. Still, the bear felt a pang of regret for leaving them behind to explore.
He had never been able to get that far in his first attempts to learn more about the location, so only after walking down a hallway, he found unfamiliar territory. He continued on, not wanting yet to know of the rooms, for he still had the general layout to learn, after all. The animatronic went on and on, his lightless eyes only glancing at each room he passed by. There was a scooping room? What could that possibly do?
Then he came to a complete halt. The bear’s head tilted as he saw what stood before him.
Another animatronic. A part of him had expected to encounter one of the animatronics in this location, for there had to be some, why else would they be taking parts from the toys? What had made Toy Freddy halt however was that this animatronic looked like him. There were differences, sure, but it was close enough.
“W-W-W-Well! H-H-Hi th-th-there! Ahu-hu-huh!” The bear blinked upon realizing his voicebox had been fiddled with. Why would they need to take from there? Couldn’t he at least keep his voice? “I do-don’t th-think I-I kno-o-o-ow wha-at ti-time it i-is!”
Their voice box... their voice box was lacking, but not in the same way his was. Fun-Fred’s was occasionally shot from that raspy, loud tone-- that was expected, but this other bear--- their voice is broken upon different circumstances. He hated broken animatronics. No, not that he hated them themselves--- he just hated the fact they were hurt. As a robot who believes it has the right to be HUMAN... you could only imagine his disappointment in knowing such terrible procedures were being carried out.
( ‘When i’m human, i’ll fix them’ ) he and Bon-Bon would always think to themselves, glancing from afar from time to time-- usually incapable to gawk for more than a minute or two. Can they feel the same pain? The pain that comes with having their insides torn out, the hurt that is being handled like toys rather than the intelligent beings that they were. But toys--- toys are what they were referred to, aren’t they? What a pitiful existence.
“Well, that’s okay--- ‘’don’t sweat it’’, a-as they say!
Though, i’m still unclear on what sweating is... oh well! ”
And speaking of a raspy voice, that’s about what he was using now-- not because his voice was worn down, trust me, it's well rested, but just because it’s the closest the animatronic could manage to a solemn tone-- avoiding shouting his words with any excited vibrato. As expected, the puppet in his arms caught on to this and decided to chime in, placing a single paw on his master best friend’s cheek in some odd attempt of comfort.
【 << It’s probably nothing important, but I know what time it is!
Time to make a new friend, right, Freddy....s. Freddys?>> 】
“Well, I do guess you’re right there, buddy------ a friend
that could use some T-L-C, at that! I’m Funtime Freddy
and this here is my partner, Bawhn-Bawhn! You, uh--
look like you’ve had better days...i--i--is that my fault?”
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