Freddy stumbled into the dining room where Lucky was dozing off in one of the dining chairs. Lucky spun around on his seat and stared at Freddy for a bit, trying to connect the dots on why he was so beaten up.
"I... I just came back from a game. I couldn't find Miss Dyer." Freddy mumbled softly, he started to shudder as his knees started to buckle under him. Lucky quickly darted forwards, just in time to catch the tired Lawyer before he hit the hard ground.
"Don't worry! I'll heal you up, let's get you to your room!" He said determinedly. The lawyer didn't respond. He was probably too tired to, anyway. The only sound he made was a harsh cough. Lucky frowned at his condition. Seeing him in such a state saddened him. He didn't deserve this.
Lucky wrapped his arm around Freddy's waist and heaved him up. Freddy leaned into him and stayed limp.
'He's kinda light...' Lucky guy thought quietly to himself. 'I wonder if he's eating enough... well I'll worry about that later!'
The duo staggered through the halls, bumping into multiple things and creating a trail of mess and destruction behind them. Even though Freddy was quite light, he didn't have any control over his limbs and they knocked into vases and various empty picture frames. They finally made it to the lawyer's room and Lucky silently breathed out a sigh of relief. He lightly lay Freddy onto the bed and started to search for the medical equipment. Freddy lay still, it was like he was dead. But he wasn't, Lucky could hear his breathing from across the room.
"Ah! Found it!" Lucky exclaimed happily, holding the first aid kit above his head like a treasure he had found under the sea. He rushed over, his feet thumping on the wooden floorboards. Freddy smiled and closed his eyes.
"Thank... Thank you, Lucky..." he whispered before he was knocked out cold. Lucky let him rest and continued to heal him. He looked like he needed it. He took off his round glasses and placed them on the bedside table underneath the lamp. Then, Lucky pulled off the lawyer's shirt. For a lawyer, he was quite fit, Lucky had to admit. His face flushed red at his thoughts and he viciously shook his head.
'Now is not the time!'
He folded the bloodied shirt on the bed and took out bandages and some soothing oils. He worked on the torso, bandaging and covering the major wounds. When he got to Freddy's arm, however, he realised something was off.
'These cuts... you can't get these from the hunter's weapons." Lucky looked closer. "Maybe from Jack's blades but no one has ever gotten them!"
He checked the other arm and saw the same thing. He couldn't understand the origin of these strange injuries.
'Could he... no way....' Lucky stood up and walked over to the desk that was in the corner of Freddy's room. Resting peacefully atop the wooden surface was a leather diary, Freddy's diary. Lucky opened the diary and flipped to the most recent page.

xx/xx/xx
I had another fight with Kreacher. That dirty fool never shuts up when told to. I can't take it. Maybe I should do it tomorrow, after my game if I'm not too injured. I might get put on the rocket chair again, though, so maybe not tomorrow. I can never concentrate in games! Mr.Pierson's words keep on circling around my head. These things used to never bother me in the slightest. Maybe it's because it happens everyday, everyone needs a break from negativity. Hopefully things will get better.

-Freddy

Lucky re-read and re-read the same page over and over again. His heart started to pound faster in his chest. It wasn't what he thought it was, right?
He flipped back a few pages and started reading, figuring out the story.

"For the last time, Mr.Pierson, please stop following me!" Freddy yelled angrily at the thief who was trailing behind him like a lost puppy. Kreacher rolled his eyes.
"Like I'd follow a dumb lawyer! Especially one like you!" He spat angrily. Freddy sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"I don't care what a dirty thief thinks of me! Just go away and focus on decoding!" Freddy snapped. The man growled angrily and stomped away, to Freddy's relief.
'Finally, I can decode in pea-'
His heart started to beat faster and he froze.
"Oh please no." He muttered under his breath, searching for the hunter. He spun around on his heels, his eyes scanning desperately for the bulky figure of a hunter. He couldn't see anyone.
"Where? Where, where, where?!" Freddy whispered quietly, panicking.
"Here."

Freddy groaned as he slouched in the rocket chair. He wasn't one to slouch, he was all about proper posture and a healthy spine but the hunter had tied the wires around him in such a way where he had to slouch otherwise it'd be unbearably uncomfortable. The rocket chair felt so familiar to him. He'd been on it too many times. In all his matches, he had gone on the rocket chair at least twice.
The clock ticked mockingly above him, making him slightly anxious. Was he really going to be the first one to be sent back to the manor? How embarrassing. Martha was running to him by the time he flew off. She cursed under her breath and Freddy was launched into the air.

"Freddy, why'd you die so quickly? We could've gotten all of us to escape but you just had to be a complete failure!" Kreacher yelled angrily, stomping his foot on the tiled floor. Freddy could only sit on the dining chair and stare at the ground, twiddling his thumbs and waiting for Kreacher to go away.
"You can't kite? Then don't! Just decode! How hard is that?" Kreacher screamed. "Of course you cant even decode! You're a loser, a weak wimp who doesn't want to get his hands dirty!"
"I'm sorry, okay?" Freddy replied weakly. Kreacher scoffed and Freddy recoiled further into his chair.
"Sorry? Sorry!? You better be, you f***ing b****! You should actually work out some time! Go and stop being a self righteous prick! Stop pretending that you're always right! You're not!"
He let out a sigh of relief when Emily and Emma came in, probably curious about all the noise.
"What's going on?" Emma asked innocently. Kreacher instantly turned around, smiling, and patted her head.
"Just giving Freddy some tips."

'Loser, weak wimp, self righteous prick...'
These thoughts circled around his head as he lay awake in bed.
'I'm useless. Dumb. Stupid.'
"I can't do anything right." He muttered softly. "Kreacher is right. He's always right, I'm always wrong."
Freddy slowly sat up.
"I can't do anything."
He walked over to his desk and grabbed a sharp shard of glass he had picked up from the ruins of the Arms Factory.
'Another mistake caused by me' his mind whispered, bringing unwanted memories and replaying all of his mistakes.
He pulled up his sleeve slightly and dug the glass into his skin. The pain stung and he smiled.
He dragged the glass shard across his skin, watching the red liquid flow down and drip onto the ground.
'I deserve this.'

'He doesn't deserve this.' Lucky thought sadly. 'He doesn't deserve that pain. None of it.'
Lucky looked at the glass shard which laid next to the diary. It was stained red, it was sickening to look at. Lucky slowly reached over and picked it up. It was rough around the edges and it felt warm.
'He must've used it before his match...'
He gripped the shard tighter and started to shake with anger.
'Kreacher Pierson... the cause of all of Freddy's problems.'
Lucky stormed out of the door and marched down the hallway.
'He will pay for making Freddy suffer..'

"Heya Lucky!" Kreacher boomed as he entered the dining room. Emma and Emily brushed past him, talking and making their way to Emily's room. Lucky faked a smile and held the glass shard tighter.
"Hey, How was your match?"
"Ah, it was great! Everyone lived!" The thief pulled out the chair next to Lucky and sat down, letting out a sigh of relief. "I can't wait to rest!"
Lucky's eye twitched.
'This man, who is making Freddy cut himself, wants to rest?' Lucky let a menacing grin spread across his face.
'He'll rest... with a few bruises.'
Lucky lunged at Kreacher and tackled him to the floor. Kreacher let out a shriek and tried to fight him off but Lukcy pinned him down. He brought out the glass shard and held it against Kreacher's throat.
"You see this, Kreacher? You feel the sharp edge against your throat?" Lucky asked, his grin widening. Kreacher gulped, causing the shard to cut a bit of his skin.
"This glass shard here has Freddy's blood on it. You know why? Because he's cutting himself. You know why??" Lucky whispered, moving the shard to Kreacher's shoulder.
"Because. Of. You."
He dug the shard in and Kreacher yelled out in pain. He struggled underneath Lucky, desperately trying to escape from his clutches but he didn't budge. Lucky dug it in deeper and felt something warm on his fingertips. He looked at his hand and saw a glorious sight.
Kreacher's blood spurted out of the wound and dripped onto the carpet. A puddle was already forming and the shard was almost completely inside him. His fingers were covered in a warm, red, sticky substance and Lucky smiled.
"P-please! Stop! I'm sorry!" Kreacher begged, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
"Sorry? Sorry!?" Lucky shouted. He opened his mouth to insult him but closed it.

"I'm sorry, okay?" Freddy replied weakly. Kreacher scoffed and Freddy recoiled further into his chair.
"Sorry? Sorry!? You better be, you f***ing b****! You should actually work out some time! Go and stop being a self righteous prick! Stop pretending that you're always right! You're not!"

Lucky took out the shard and got off of Kreacher. Kreacher sat up and clutched his right shoulder, which was now bleeding profusely.
'I can't sink as low as him... I better check on Freddy.'
Lucky turned around and marched back to Freddy's room, not sparing a glance behind him.

The door creaked open and Lucky peaked in. Freddy was sitting up straight, staring out the window.
"Freddy, you feeling okay?" Lucky asked, walking inside and closing the door behind him. Freddy turned to look at him and he stared at the blood dripping off his fingers and the glass shard.
"... you read my diary, didn't you?" Freddy whispered. Lucky walked closer and sat down next to him.
"I saw the cuts on your arm and I had to know what was going on. I care about you." Lucky whispered back. Freddy stared into his eyes and Lucky couldn't help but gulp.
"...do you mean it?"
...
...
...
...
...

"Of course."
Freddy smiled and tears started to stream down his face.
"This... this means so much to me, coming from you especially." He murmured, embracing Lucky in a tight hug. Lucky dropped the shard and hugged him back.
"I'll always be here for you..."
"Always?"
Lucky smiled and nodded.
They fell asleep in each other's arms.

So... yeah. There's one request done! I'll get working on the others too. Thank you for requesting! This was for @Whitecrystal346 so hopefully this is to your liking!