The daisy II

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I hope this was all about the lack of luck that I get by my fate. These days have been better than I expected, and as the hours go on within these dark, cold rooms, Freddy and I are getting to rebuild hundreds of memories back to his mind and mine; and as he's learning to read those archives of his, I learn how to control this headache I always get when remembering. There's some kind of healthy vibe inside of him that takes me and helps me to forget all of my troubles. Food has not been a problem for us at all since Freddy can take some leftovers at the end of his workday; those are dishes I had never tried before, but whatever is way too much better than what they leave here in the breaker room. Every day it gets more casual our way to get along, it seems as if we would have rejuvenated and were back under that cracked ceiling in the factory; it was gross, but under that one I went though many experiences that helped me grow up as an animatronic. Physical contact has not been relevant between us, I haven't even felt like our friendship is worse if I can't get to touch his hands or his wide chest. Of course I would die to do that, but I also would like him to know that feeling step by step just like I did, except that I'll be here to solve any doubt he happened to have, anything to have him back, I know I will. It's amazing how fast he can remember some of his most deep memories, beside of telling me some of them that I didn't know; those ones when we had to go in our separate ways during our adolescence: his aspiration as a young leader at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, his ruined dreams, the way he knew Chica and Foxy, etc. Slowly the layers that cover his core are fading away, letting on sight the real animatronic I wish I can spend the rest of my life with. My confidence with him has raised a lot since now I can get closer and hug him or give him friendly patting without any personal conditions. It looks like his answers to those little, friendly ways of mine fluctuate on how much work he had on one day; he happens to accept them and let me show him how much I missed him or, in the worst of the cases, happens to take my arms, lift me and place me somewhere else but his way. It's still a mistery to figure out his way to think, but I strongly hope he gives in eventually, so I'll be able to be there for him.

   Today I hope I can talk with him about some new job that, with the same luck I had mentioned before, could be assigned to me. The Storyteller's owner has been quite busy trying to get more space in the dining area, next to Baby's stage to be specific. I'm sure that's going to be some new animatronic's place since I haven't seen any kind of plan of putting tables, arrangements or arcade games. It seems to be a place for something else than for humans. I could even convince Freddy of making a little strategy to convince the owner of moving me to that place as soon as possible. It has never been my intention to hurry things up that require time to be done, but for God's sake!, I want to get out of here already! I have the right to opine too.

   I heard Freddy was coming back by the duct. After the last time I saw him, I found a new place in which I can hide my recorder; I believe Freddy is not going to use that information to take advantage of me, however, I will even take to my grave all this things that I record. If I wanted everyone to know my secret I would be a character by now. I waited sat on my spot.

   "Bonnie!" Freddy yelled from outside, "come here!"

   That yell didn't sound like he was in danger, but like a child's that wants to get everybody's attention. When I opened the door I couldn't see anybody but Ballora spinning around the whole gallery. I could see through the crystal in the control room that Freddy was in FunTime Foxy's gallery. I went through the ducts to reach him. He had a slight smile by seeing her in the same turned off position.

   "I remember her!" he exclaimed triumphantly, how to forget her!?"

   "Hold on… you know who she was for you, don't you?"