The Emotional Breakdown.
insert FT. Freddy and FT. foxy just arguing over random shit
FT. FOXY POV:
"Do you two insist on annoying me and everyone else whenever you don't get along?" Ballora snapped at us. honestly, I'm quite surprised she always buts in on our disagreements. but this time, for some reason, i started getting pissed off. “Do YOU always insist on making sure everyone is pitch perfect?” C.B then entered, looking both worried and confused “Is something wrong, Foxy?” i got even more pissed off, and started yelling at everyone. “Oh, you wanna know what’s wrong? everything! everyone in this whole place is just fucking selfish! in fact, im surprised the motto of this place isn’t just Kill or Be Killed! and not to mention the fact that NOBODY gets corrected for what happens but me! am i some sort of fucking problem to you guys?!” things started getting personal, and before i knew it, i was crying. Lolbit tried to calm me down, but i just thought they were being fake, like everyone else in this damned circus. i was so pissed off i had barely noticed that Freddy had slowly left, looking…worried? why and how the fuck would HE of all people be worried about me?!
FT. FREDDY’S POV:
As i walked away, trying not to make things worse than they already were becoming, for some goddamn reason, i was worried, and not for anyone else there, but for Foxy. wait, what?! why the fuck should i be worried for him out of all people?! he’s a fucking asshole, he doesn’t give a shit about any of us, AND he acts like everything is about him! “Why’re you so worried, Freddy? don’t tell me you’re getting emotional too!” Bon-Bon asked me. i quite honestly didn’t know how to respond. “What would you think would be going on if someone who hates someone else with all of their heart, starts to feel worried for that someone?” i asked, genuinely confused. Bon-Bon then gave me a smirk. “You’re feeling worried for Foxy aren’t you? if so, i think i know EXACTLY what’s going on!” Bon-Bon then said, with a happy tone, as though Foxy didn’t just have a fucking emotional breakdown. “I- BON-BON! why do you always suppose THAT out of all things?!” “I have my reasons.” as i went to my room, i heard something crawling through the vents. great. the burnt fucking spaghetti is here. “What do you want, Ennard?” i snapped. “What is it that you said to Foxy to make him think he needs to die a second time?” He snapped at me. i honestly didn’t think Foxy would even want to die twice, seeing as he’s a selfish jackass. “I don’t remember saying anything that would make him think that, honest.” I said, looking and feeling completely confused. “Well, SOMEBODY made him grab a gun. and you’re the only person who genuinely argues with him on a day-to-day basis.” i looked at Ennard like he had lost his mind, like usual, but then it hit me; Foxy wants to kill himself.
FT. FOXY’S POV:
I hate my life. nobody here even cares. i should just fucking die. i really should. those thoughts kept swirling around in my mind until i couldn’t even think of anything else. i just went into a corner in my room, curled up with my legs against my chest and my arms around my knees, and started crying, holding the gun i’d found in my hand. i then put my finger onto the trigger of the gun, but before i could point it at my head and shoot, someone knocked at the door. it was Ennard. great. now he wants to rub in the fact that no one likes or loves me. “The fuck do you want?”
