◢ Random Scenarios from the darkest pits of hEck 〈 2023 〉 ◣

ᘛ Fame and misfortune ( unfinished ) ᘚ

Bound to follow command, Freddy did as was told. He slowly pushed himself off the chair, quizzically eyeing the human that was shorter than him by a few inches, yet held a strongly intimidating air around him, causing the bear to feel a little, petrified, even. His ears - drawn to the dreaded feel, lowered faintly, hands entwining into one another behind his back, clawing together in an anxious fashion. He didn't know what time it was, but he could clearly decipher it wasn't a moment for them to be showing up like this. Unless it was paramount.

Freddy didn't have a heart, but the way the man's stare bore into his shell like pinching needles, he still heard the ghastly resonance of a nonexistent heartbeat, threatening to break the binds between reality and superficial, and showcase itself to the humans before. It was extremely hetroclitic, how someone so short possessed the power to crumble the remains of confidence in an A.I. , a taller ursine creature, who was already in turmoil from the unfair treatment of the world. This was one of the very subtle testaments of human superiority.

Few moments, the humans used that to settle. The other two plopped on the scarlet couch situated against the center wall of the room, while Evans placed his hands on his hips and eyed the bear of anomalous height, addressing the elephant in the room.

"How long has it been, Freddy?"

Silent. Freddy felt a chill jolt down his spine at the sure rudeness of those words, as though the man held unimaginable lengths of hatred for him in the very core of his body. From a professional perspective though, it was just the boss, inquiring his employee.

At first, it was the chill that permitted Freddy to not speak, then it was the sense of growing flummoxed. He didn't know why the man was asking that; his thought perceptions were all fey, depriving him of incentive in either case. Freddy was left a knight without his armor, right in the middle of a war.

When he fell behind in the race of reaching reason, the bear was snapped out of his train of thoughts by the barbed, raised voice of that human, questioning him in an acerbic tone that tingled the metaphorical fur over his form, enclosing streamlined metal in horrific goosebumps. "How long as it been, Freddy .. since Bonnie disappeared?"

All swords were facing him now. That last part cleared up any query the male had, heightening that previous prickle of dread he was intermittently experiencing. His head sunk lower into his chest as a final effort to hide his face, scrutinizing the carpeting beneath his feet. He still found himself incapable of speech, forced to do so anyway when the man's words grew more ferocious and demanding. "How long, Freddy!?"

Body sensors clicking in a soft whine, Glamrock Freddy strived to push over the depression and reply that time. He was so under effect, that the bear's parts ached at the simplest act of moving his jaws. A total opposite of the man's tone, a meek duplet of words crackled from his voice box.

"Four days . . ."

"Four days ..." The man, with his nose scrunching in a scowl, expelled a scornful puff of air, narrowing his carob eyes at Freddy, a signal for the bear that a storm was coming straight for him. Heck! He could even feel the crashing thunder of it before anything was said.

"Four days ..." He reiterated, voice louder, and more incensed with every syllable. The human balled one of his fists tightly, raising it to emphasize, and in turn cause the bear to shrink in on himself. "Four days! Isn't four damn days enough time to get over it!?"

The harshness of it even forced a wince from the poor bear, his ears flattening and eyes clenching for a brief second. His head turned away like a child who flinches from an incoming slap, and at that point, the sheer mercilessness of it left him seconds from breaking down.