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

ᘛ Fame and misfortune ( unfinished ) ᘚ

"Are you planning on arranging a funeral!?" Unaffected by the pure hurt it caused to the orange mascot, the human continued to fire his gun of words, hoarding infinite ammo for the task. Freddy could feel each one sink deeply into his wounds, but was unable to retort because, well .. he wasn't ought for that.

"Or, do you want us to bring in a therapist to 'cure' you!?"

He kept staring at the carpet, silent, answering all those questions with zilch. If it were possible, the bear would have run away, but his way was blocked, plus .. he wasn't allowed to access that specific doorway from where those people had come. His programming disabled him. While the other door was locked.

"Do you have any idea how many complaints I've received .. specifically about you!?" He outright shouted the last part. Though, it was only an abuse for his voice when the bear he was exclaiming all of this to wasn't even willing to murmur a word. "Do you know what the service workers, the visitors, all are saying about you!?"

Freddy didn't know the answer for any of those, and, to be honest, he didn't care either. He couldn't bring himself to care for any of the words said against him. He couldn't care if his lackluster zest was leaving someone else the trouble. It wasn't that he didn't feel ashamed or regretful for it, he just ... his strength on the matter had depleted; replaced with low spirits, and a wish to fade away for some time.

The only time something touched his metaphorical heart was right then. Those statements, they pierced him, like the slow, agonizing punishment of a medieval era. They stabbed him in the gut, in the head, in every part of him, enervating him. The one thing worse than that was the fact this wasn't over yet, as Evans saved the most cruel words for last.

Unfazed by the animatronic's glum state, the human inched closer to him. Like any typical Fazbeat Ent. worker, this man was heartless. The more they breached into the secrets of life and death, creating machines far more advanced than anything in their shady past, the more these people became stone, fretting less over the things made of simple plastic and metal. To them the emotions those felt were only limited to the stage, and beyond that, they were robots. There was no room for grief, in any of that.

So, without further delay, Freddy was met with the harsh reality of his existence. He was already aware these people didn't care, but now, the way this human insinuated the obvious in his head, it wiped out any leftover reverence in him. Now, he was just obeying his smear of a robotic programming, listening, with no volition to do so.

"Bonnie .. he. is gone,"

The bear narrowed his gaze, turning his head away to refrain from eye contact. From the corner of his eyes he was still able to see the man's wicked form; dark grey coat, white collar shirt underneath, well-kept together by the black tie around his neck. His hair was long, all gathered together in a ponytail that hung freely behind his head, swiping the air with every motion. Freddy had yet resisted the urge to yell back something harsh, something that would render the man speechless and he'd be left with no choice but to leave.

"He left! He betrayed you, and everyone else!" Stepping closer, a small human hand knocked at the ursine's chest, metallic thuds radiating the effect down to his endoskeleton. He was compelled this way to turn his stare to the man, the other's dark eyes glaring at him in such a manner they spoke themselves, 'If you don't listen, I'll scrap you and use your casing on another endo'.

"Now put yourself together, and stop moping about it!"

Unwilling to do as asked, the bear watched the man like an injured being, debilitated by strain and torment. He took more of the man's bullets, that malevolent programming stifling his shattering barriers.