The daisy

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   "Oh, sure, please do," I quickly said.

   "Well... I remember I was playing with ya, I think we were throwing some make up to each other, then I left the room and... Umm..."

   Freddy stopped and stared at my room's door before him. I caught this as something sort of painful for him, so I dared and put a paw on his shoulder to ease his mind.

   "I had seen... I saw a dead person on the ground cover in blood, it looked like her head had exploded," he stated almost whispering. "The humans ran everywhere for not knowing what the hell happened, and then the factory started to come down, but before I could've warned you, I saw my creator running towards the room. I knew he wanted me, so I got to the room again. There wasn't enough time to tell you about what I saw, so I gave to you a part of my body that actually wasn't ever fixed: the daisy."

   Freddy was looking at the daisy while telling what he lived about that day.

   "I wanted to see you once again. Perhaps for being created in the same factory they were gonna take us to the same restaurant. So I could have a way to recognize you, you'd carry the daisy I ripped off my body. And now I can see it worked: the same daisy that I gave to you." Freddy pulled aside some fur from his chest so he could show me the scar where the daisy used to be.

   We kept watching each other for a while, like we could see our past through our sights, our games and a whole, speechless world. I'd never felt this connection with him before, not even as kids.

   "What about you? What do you remember?" he patted my shoulder.

   For a while I thought about Freddy: when we used to play in that place. Then I said. "Well, we did have a make-up fight; I used a lipstick in you, and you had stained me too. I remember I said I looked like an old lady." I chuckled.

   "Really?" he said chuckling back.

   "Yeah." I smiled. "But then you went out to look for Ivy."

   I instantly stopped and started to remember.

   "Hey, that's true. We used to play with that little girl a lot. I think she was your creator's daughter, wasn't she?"

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"BONNIE! HELP ME!" Ivy cried out, "BONNIE! BONNIE! BONNIE! BONNIE! BONNIE!"

   Ivy was thrown out by that thing, stopping her screaming.

   "IVY!" I shouted.

   That thing's eyes were staring at me. The factory was falling down.

"Bonnie?" Freddy asked, "Bonnie, are you ok? What's wrong?"

   I didn't realize I moved no muscles, just remembered the way Ivy was murdered. I didn't have any more tears to let go, even though I still felt guilty for letting her down.

   "Bonnie!?" Freddy asked out loud while shaking me.

   After he shook me off my mind, I looked back at his worried gaze.

   "Hey what happened? What's wrong?"

   "Freddy..."

   "What?"

   "She's dead." The muscles in my face contracted all at the same time.

   It was like magic, but my eyes seemed to gathered tears from nowhere, no matter the ones I already let go. Just when I told Freddy about Ivy, my weeping came back up.

   "What?" he asked in the same tone.

   "Ivy died!" I cried out as I placed my face in my paws.

   I couldn't make out anything Freddy could have said, I was just listening to Ivy's high-pitched screaming rumble in my mind. Sometimes I dreamt about her face, the same scared glance in the hands of that monster. There was no way I could forgive myself, there was just no way.

   "Bonnie," he said smoothly.

   I raised my head to see Freddy. He looked a little serious.

   "You… You'd like… umm… Would you like to sleep with me tonight?"

   Freddy's question was a little bit odd to me, so I just frowned.

   "Well... you seem pretty hurt... I didn't expect you to say that. Guess it's better if you sleep tonight with company, maybe with someone you'll be better. What do you think?" he explained kind of ashamed.

I felt kind of relieved when I listened to Freddy's explanation as I spotted his face getting reddish. I didn't struggle in answering.

   "If it doesn't bother you,"

   "No, don't worry, you can stay," he said patting my back.

   "Thanks, Freddy, really," I said from the bottom of my heart.

   "You're welcome, Bon." He smiled at me.

   Freddy seemed to know more about how to take care of somebody who was going through a rough time. He might have felt it coming by my way to cry my eyes out, but whether he knew how much it hurt or not, his plea made me feel better already. It was like the old days when he still cared about me. Freddy got up and stood before me.

   "Hey, Bon," he held a toothy smile.

   "Yeah?" I was expressionless.

   "Come here and give me a hug!" He stretched his big arms for me. "I finally got to see my best friend ever again! We gotta celebrate!"

   A smile drew back in my face, and I accepted his hug. I got up and laid myself onto his hug. I was giggling happily and calmly, and then Freddy whispered to my ear. "So glad to see you, Bon."

   "Me too, Fred." I tightened the hug.

   He stepped back after we broke our hug.

   "Well, let's check out what Chica made for dinner."

   "Sure, let's go, I'm starving." I actually was.

   "Same here." He chuckled.

   When we left my room, we both spotted black smoke coming out from the kitchen.

   "WHAT THE FUCK!?" Freddy yelled out.

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