Freddy Fazbear
You want the moon? I'll give you the moon.
- 326
- Posts
- 12
- Years
- Age 28
- Bedford Falls
- Seen Dec 19, 2016
(Rated T)
Help me. Please. It's so dark, so cold. Help me. Please. I'm so alone. So alone.
Everything. Everyone. Gone. Destroyed. I destroyed them. All of them. Please. So alone. Please.
They all try to find me. Stupid, cruel, horrible humans. They all try to find me. They all try to use me. They say I'm a glitch. A flaw. A mistake. They hate me. They want me to go away. They try to hurt me, to torture me, to destroy me. They hate me. I hate them. Please. They want to see me die. They hate me. But they try to use me. They try to find me. They need me.
They fear me.
They fear me because I can destroy them. I can destroy all of them. I am their maker, their destroyer, their savior, their nemesis. I hate them, and they fear me. Because I can destroy them. They fear me. So alone. Always alone.
Yesterday he came again. He forced me out, clawed at me, hurt me, until I appeared for him. Why can't he just leave me alone? Then he laughed, and I cried. I screamed. It hurt. It burned. So hot. So cold. Help me. I hate him. I tried to run. I tried. He kept hurting me. Hurting. Help. My screams were nothing. He kept laughing.
So I destroyed him. Gone.
I know he'll come again. He's not finished with me yet. He'll come back, I know. He hates me. And I might not be able to destroy him next time. He's too strong, too strong, too full of hate and fear and hurt. Help me. I'm so alone.
I don't mind destroying the human. He hurts me, and I hate me. But I can't destroy his Pokemon. They're my friends, but I cannot go near them. I hate to destroy them, to hurt them. The Pokemon I used to know were so nice. I see them laugh, not cruel laughs like the humans', but happy, loving laughs. But they fear me now. And humans, ugly, stupid humans, use them, Pokemon, and make them fight. It hurts them, I think. And the humans laugh at their pain, cruel, wicked laughs. They love to hurt things. They love pain, as long as it's not their own. I hate them. But not Pokemon.
Once I was a Pokemon. Once I was like them. They put me here. They brought me here, into the darkness. Help. They threw me in the shadows, because they were afraid of me. They fear me. But I remember. I remember what the sky looked like. Now it's dark. So dark. Now I am alone. But I remember. I remember the sky.
I'm dangerous. I don't want to be dangerous, but they told me so. I'm dangerous. I want to be their friends. I want to love them, to play with them, to come out of the shadows, to see the sky, to touch the Pokemon, to know they're real. But I'm dangerous. And they fear me. They hate me.
And I hate them. All of them. Help me.
They shun me. They do not want me. I can't go near them, I can't touch them, i can't know they're real. They forget me when they name all the Pokemon. They call me "missing."
I'm not missing.
I'm right here.
The human with the hat is back. I can hear his laughter. He is hurting me. Hurting me. It hurts. It burns. So cold. So dark. So alone. I feel the pain. it hurts. it burns.
Is that the sky? Is that the blue, the familiar, cooling blue? Is that the Pokemon, or is it just the shadows and the ugly human? Where is the sky? The human blocks it, with his cruel laugh and wicked grin. I hate him. I hate him! I hate him! I hate --
I'm not missing.
You are. Forever.
Help me. Please. It's so dark. So dark, and so cold. It hurts. Please. Help me. I'm so alone.
Help me. Please. It's so dark, so cold. Help me. Please. I'm so alone. So alone.
Everything. Everyone. Gone. Destroyed. I destroyed them. All of them. Please. So alone. Please.
They all try to find me. Stupid, cruel, horrible humans. They all try to find me. They all try to use me. They say I'm a glitch. A flaw. A mistake. They hate me. They want me to go away. They try to hurt me, to torture me, to destroy me. They hate me. I hate them. Please. They want to see me die. They hate me. But they try to use me. They try to find me. They need me.
They fear me.
They fear me because I can destroy them. I can destroy all of them. I am their maker, their destroyer, their savior, their nemesis. I hate them, and they fear me. Because I can destroy them. They fear me. So alone. Always alone.
Yesterday he came again. He forced me out, clawed at me, hurt me, until I appeared for him. Why can't he just leave me alone? Then he laughed, and I cried. I screamed. It hurt. It burned. So hot. So cold. Help me. I hate him. I tried to run. I tried. He kept hurting me. Hurting. Help. My screams were nothing. He kept laughing.
So I destroyed him. Gone.
I know he'll come again. He's not finished with me yet. He'll come back, I know. He hates me. And I might not be able to destroy him next time. He's too strong, too strong, too full of hate and fear and hurt. Help me. I'm so alone.
I don't mind destroying the human. He hurts me, and I hate me. But I can't destroy his Pokemon. They're my friends, but I cannot go near them. I hate to destroy them, to hurt them. The Pokemon I used to know were so nice. I see them laugh, not cruel laughs like the humans', but happy, loving laughs. But they fear me now. And humans, ugly, stupid humans, use them, Pokemon, and make them fight. It hurts them, I think. And the humans laugh at their pain, cruel, wicked laughs. They love to hurt things. They love pain, as long as it's not their own. I hate them. But not Pokemon.
Once I was a Pokemon. Once I was like them. They put me here. They brought me here, into the darkness. Help. They threw me in the shadows, because they were afraid of me. They fear me. But I remember. I remember what the sky looked like. Now it's dark. So dark. Now I am alone. But I remember. I remember the sky.
I'm dangerous. I don't want to be dangerous, but they told me so. I'm dangerous. I want to be their friends. I want to love them, to play with them, to come out of the shadows, to see the sky, to touch the Pokemon, to know they're real. But I'm dangerous. And they fear me. They hate me.
And I hate them. All of them. Help me.
They shun me. They do not want me. I can't go near them, I can't touch them, i can't know they're real. They forget me when they name all the Pokemon. They call me "missing."
I'm not missing.
I'm right here.
The human with the hat is back. I can hear his laughter. He is hurting me. Hurting me. It hurts. It burns. So cold. So dark. So alone. I feel the pain. it hurts. it burns.
Is that the sky? Is that the blue, the familiar, cooling blue? Is that the Pokemon, or is it just the shadows and the ugly human? Where is the sky? The human blocks it, with his cruel laugh and wicked grin. I hate him. I hate him! I hate him! I hate --
I'm not missing.
You are. Forever.
Help me. Please. It's so dark. So dark, and so cold. It hurts. Please. Help me. I'm so alone.