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He can’t remember how long it’s been since he was thrown out. It felt like eternities had passed and he could only see glimpses of change at the salvage shop he found himself in. An old car here, a broken TV there, he could tell how recent something was by how clean and intact it was. The older it got, the more likely it was to be torn apart. He doesn’t know how or when he arrived here, memories seemed to blur and blend into garbled static within his mind. His only vivid memories are of his friends, as distant and far away as they seemed. They were kept safely within the wirings of his core, wanting never to forget them. They all planned to make it out one day, but… that day never came. They rotted in that empty hell until the company shut down for one reason or another.
In the end, Freddy was lucky. He had become very good at pretending. So much so that the mechanics were convinced that he wasn’t salvageable, and he was thrown out in basically one piece. Everyone else wasn’t so lucky, however. Another one of them managed to make it out but the others were torn to pieces to be reused or sold. Not even his hand puppet was spared, and now he was truly and utterly alone. This was a different loneliness from the one he felt in the Breaker Room. As cold and as dark as that place was, at least he had others that were going through the same plight. Now, he was cold and alone with nobody to share the suffering with.
Although he was out, like all of them dreamed, it was a bittersweet and hollow victory. Before he was thrown out the technicians were smart enough to disable his main motor functions. The most he could do nowadays was move his eyes and his stomach hatch. They didn’t have the mercy to deactivate his cognitive abilities. So while he couldn’t move, he could still think. It’s all he could do when he wasn’t powering down for months at a time to conserve power. Whenever he was awake all he would ever do is sit, and think. And think. And think. And think. And think. It was enough to drive a normal human insane, but he was convinced that he lost his sanity even before he was thrown out. He would just think. And think. And think. And think and think and think and think And Think ANd ThInk AND THInk AND THINK AND THINK AND THINK AND THINK AND THINK AND THINK AND THINK AND THINK AND THINK AND THINK AND THINK AND THINK AND THINK AND THINK AND THINK AND THINK AND THINK AND THINK AND THINK AND THINK AND THINK AND THINK AND THINK AND THINK AND THINK AND THINK AND THINK AND THINK AND THINK AND THINK AND THINK AND
… footsteps.