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POV Jack

New friends? NEW FRIENDS?! Why does Freddy hate me so much! What is this! These things arnt friends, theyre monsters! One's a monster bear, one is an ugly, yellow bird, one is the time of night when its super scary colored bunny, and the last is, um, I don't know what this is! It doesn't have a head! Its red though.

"Freddy! Why are you doing this?!" I sobbed to him, my eyes were redder than that creepy thing in the corner.

"I'm just showing you your new friends! Since I'm clearly not enough for you!" He said, condescendingly.

"Freddy, you are enough, but you're hurting me! How can you call yourself my friend when you continue to hurt me, and hurt me, and hurt me! You aren't a friend! You're a bully!" Now, of course I didn't say this out loud, but to my horror, I thought It. I know that Freddy, and Sarah are my only friends, I know that there isn't a way that I would ever get any new friends, but do I really need yet another thing in my life that treats me if I'm nothing more than my dirty clothes laying on the ground.

I didn't want to get any where near those creepy, motionless dolls in the corner, and I wanted to stay as far away from Freddy as I could, so I walked over to my dresser, and pretended to be picking up my clothes. As I rummaged through various, slightly stained, slightly stinky hoodies, and sweat shirts, I heard a rustle of paper, then a clunk as it hit he ground.

I bent over to pick up what ever just dropped, and I unfolded it. I saw that is was an old drawing of mine. As I examined the crumpled paper, I saw that there were four figures, much like the one's I see in the corner today. It was when I really mad at Mark, Felix, Ken, and Andrew, and drew them as evil animals.

"Freddy, did you make these animals, from my drawing?" I asked him, as his white eyes followed my ever direction I traveled.

"I remember your father talking about this day, and how upset you were with Mark and his friends, so I made you your own friends. I thought you would have enjoyed them!" He said, with a snarky tone, and his white pupils rolled around his eyes.

"Freddy, where did you find this picture? I hid this really far away, I thought you said you couldn't walk?" I asked him, not even wanting to know the answer, because Freddy has weird ways of getting what he wants.

"I thought you would be so surprised that I went through all the trouble of making these for you, that you wouldn't really care about how I made these, I guess I was wrong. You toss and turn a lot when you sleep, and one time, you rolled so far, that you flung me off of the bed, and I landed underneath your dresser, and I found your folded piece of paper. Having nothing else to do, I looked at it. Is that such a crime?!" He asked, angrily.

"Freddy, that's actually very thoughtful of you, but the reason I made these things, are because I'm scared of them, and my doctors, Mr. Jhonson said to do that, to rid myself of my anxiety." I said, looking at the creepy dolls. I don't want to keep them, and I definitely don't want to keep being reminded of them. I do appreciate Freddy taking the time to give these to me, but I don't want them.

"Fine! If you don't want those, just throw them away! I'm sure they wont mind! After all, they're just stuffed animals, aren't they?! They wont care if they get abandoned, or thrown underneath your dresser, or left for someone girl, or get called a stupid toy, now will they? No, because they are toys, and they don't have feelings, or emotions, no, they were made to serve one purpose and as soon as they can't serve that purpose anymore, out they go with the trash! Well, you know what? We're not the trash. You are! you're trash!  A big steaming pile of worthless trash, so trash that their own mother killed herself, just so she wouldn't have to be with your sorry ass anymore!" Freddy lost it. I don't have a right to say that, considering that I have nothing either.

"How dare you talk about my mother like that! She didn't kill herself! Dadda told me she died in a car crash!" I said, with tears lining my eyes.

"You're so stupid Sean! Even if your brain doesn't work, your eyes must! How would she have died in a car crash anyway?! When you were three, your mom and dad were so poor from the both of you, they only had one car, with your father always being at work, your mother had no car!" He shouted. I started to think about everything that he said to me, but I know that this wasn't true, there was no way that momma did that.

"When she put you down for your nap, she went into her bed room, tied her final knot in the rope, and cursed your name, as she slipped on her necklace, and stepped off from the thought that she ever was your mother! Sean, you killed your mother!"

Everything Is finally coming together, to tear me apart. I always knew I was worthless, but I never thought that I was the reason that momma died. She had to of killed her self, theres no other way she would have died. Oh my gosh, that's why Mark hates me so much. I, killed, my mother.

"Why?"

"What?" He asked, angrily, as if I had just asked him the most simple question in the entire world, and he cant believe how stupid I sounded.

"Why?!" I asked, more angry. I want an answer.

"Why what, you idiot?" He snapped.

There are so many things I can ask him. He knows apparently everything, and anything about me, why not just ask him everything, and have everything cleared up for myself? I don't even want to glance in his direction. He'll see how much I'm breaking down, and how I'm loosing myself. I don't want to be the reason that he's feeling like he's won. I know he's not worth my time, but I also know that He's not wrong. I know that he's telling the truth about everything that's happened. I just wish he wasn't so violent about.

"Why isn't he responding?!" Freddy's voice disappeared, and so did Freddy. As I looked underneath my covers by my bed, he was no where to be found. I hopped into my bed, and snuggled up all alone, so that mysterious voice wouldn't talk again.

"I'm, I'm trying to figure that out Mr. Fredbear, we don't see this very often," Another familiar voice spoke.

"Is there anything I can do?! Why does he keep bringing up Alice?" The first voice asked again. My eyes were clenched tightly.

"He's having a nightmare, he's sleep talking. I'm just trying to wake him up, Come on Jacky, It's time to wake up," The second voice spoke again. Wake up?

I peeled open my eyes; and saw that nothing changed. I was still in the same exact place, still hearing these ominous voices talking above me.

"Mr. Fredbear, has Jack ever been a victim of sleep paralysis?" The second voice asked. Dadda!

"Mr. Jhonson, I have no idea, is there just a way to wake him up, the doctors said he's not supposed to be asleep!" Dadda asked. Mr. Jhonson is here? Why am I still not there?

I closed my eyes again, and tried to wake up, but it was to no prevail, I tried this multiple times, trying to get away from this world. The more I tried to wake up, the more frustrated, and scared I became. I was doing it faster, and faster, trying to get back home, the last time I did it, there was an extreme vocal release from my stomach, and spewed out of my mouth.

"JUST LET ME GO!" I screamed to no one in particular, just wanting to get home. I was sobbing, and screaming. I want to leave so badly, I don't want to be here anymore, I don't want be trapped anymore, I just want to be free.

"You just got here, Do you really want to leave already? Come, stay a while!"




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