I wonder what would happen if Lefty found some Fazbear Frights books from Our world. Especially if the books one through six. Since every single story from those books have people he knows.
The book had Fetch on it, but it didn’t look like the Fetch he knew, this one looked more aggressive, staring into the souls of the innocent.
The books are probably cursed, he flicked through some pages, scanning the text briefly until he saw a new story title that made his heart jump into his throat.
Bad, Alec had always argued, was such a subjective word. With its very definition, it was determined by someone else’s baseline. It was a word that served one purpose: to judge. And Alec had been judged his entire life.
His son was in this book.
Alec had specifically mentioned his behavior was bad earlier.
Something about these books felt strange. Stranger than anything he had dealt with.
The story's name was Lonely Freddy.
He read the book as quickly as he could, not wanting someone else to stumble in.
The story seemed to be word for word, a retelling of the week before Hazel’s birthday, she was in the story, so was their biological parents, and Gigi, this book had to be cursed! No one else outside of their circle knew what happened!
“I’ve been waiting for you friend,” the bear said.
Alec stopped and stared at the bear.
He did not save him that day. The day he needed him the most.
It felt like the bear was reaching its soft, plush paws into his very soul and extracting answers he kept the most hidden. And it was doing it so effortlessly.
Alec needed his help at that very moment, Lefty was somewhere else, probably playing some happy tune, being oblivious to the danger that lurked within the very pizzeria.
“What’s your biggest regret?”
Lefty started tearing up.
What is your biggest regret Lefty?
When you needed help the most Alec, I wasn’t there to save you, I’m supposed to protect, that’s my purpose! I’m supposed to keep the darkness away! I would have gone to you in a heartbeat to save you from that monster! You would never have been alone, I would have protected you! I only want to help! I failed! Alec, I failed! And deep down I may think you’ll never ever forgive me for that! I was so blind Alec! I was blind! I never ever wanted you to face this! Not this!
He threw the book away, not strong enough to finish it and began wailing, hot tears spilling down his face. Alec was afraid, and he couldn’t escape.
This made him feel worse.
He collapsed on the ground, his tears hitting the earth below him, he sniffled, now he knew more than ever, and it broke his heart.
There had been many moments where Alec needed his help.
He wondered deep down if Alec would never fully heal from Lonely Freddy, he knew it was unlikely, and Alec may be holding up a facade to keep him less concerned which made him more concerned-
Isolation can open up a void. Pete lashes out at his younger brother in the wake of his parents’ divorce, falling prey to a gruesome curse.
He threw that book aside and found another one, the names Oswald, Sarah and Millie jumped off the page.
Delilah, Devon, Stanley, Arthur, Kasey, Nole, Jake, Greg…
He knew everyone in these books!
Who knew so much about things that had been barely discussed outside of their group?!
He couldn’t comprehend it.
Considering Alec, what he went through, what Stanley went through, what Pete went through, what Sarah went through, what they all went through.
He couldn’t understand it.
No one else should find these books, his mind said.
Which is why he started a bonfire at three in the morning, slowly adding the books into the flames, watching the pages burn.
He had read all the books and came away with more questions than any answers, not wanting them to potentially harm anyone else, he threw them into the pit to burn.
He registered the sound of the sliding door opening behind him and he immediately tossed the last book in before turning around to see who had greeted him.
The Glamrocks and Gregory had taken temporary residence here for now, until circumstances had changed, they just stayed in one room together. He knew there were complaints from Roxanne and Monty about being in one space but Freddy didn’t care just as long as he was close to Gregory and Chica loved being close to her friends.
“I smelt smoke, and I wanted to check…”
“I’m alright,” Lefty said.
“Just wanted a spontaneous bonfire?” Freddy asked, confused.
“There’s a lot to unpack about what’s going on, maybe one day…”
