"It's Not His Programming."

★ — "It's not his programming."

There's something firm in his tone, a certainty that shows he isn't going to be swayed with furrowed brows and a slight frown ghosting over his expression. If he were less on edge, he would have spun around to face her with all the stubbornness he could manage, but as it is he just keeps moving forward. ( can he hear something in the distance, or is he just imagining that? ).

"He broke his programming to keep me safe. Didn't go in a recharge station when he was on low power to make sure he could get to me if I needed him."

He winces slightly at her clear shock in her tone, shoulders immediately raising into a defensive posture.

"Maybe. I needed somewhere to hide. It was fine, alright? I know it's meant for cakes and stuff, but I can fit if I squeeze."

"Could be his default programming, too." She doesn't mean to put a damper on the kid's fondness for the bear, but it was the truth. "Trying to take you to her risks you bolting, which is generally something it would try to avoid, I think. Doesn't explain why he's not affected, though."

The whole situation was odd. Addy might have known, in the back of her mind, that something was wrong here, but even with the experiences she's repressed due to them being too close to the truth about her being dead, it...was different from any of that. And that sense of difference stuck with her, even if she couldn't place why.

"It doesn't make any sense," she muttered under her breath as he explained further. It was certainly a lot to process, and it doesn't help how closely it's tied to a truth she's tried to deny. It all came back to her killer, after all.

However, something else stuck out to her. "Wait, you were in Freddy's chest?" That was easier to think about than the rest of it.

There's defiance in your heart still, and the will to fight. You will not go down like this.

“ i did those things to keep us alive. ”   so uh 🏃‍♂️

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★ — Something ugly twists in his gut, angry and vitriolic and entirely overwhelming. This argument keeps repeating — a ruthless cycle, Michael both apologizing yet refusing to back down, Gregory turning his anger into words that he intends to cut like knives, perfectly poised and sharpened to know exactly what will hurt the most. And Michael, somehow, never blames him, never punishes him. That makes it all the worse.

It's stupid, and destructive, but it's all too much for the teenager to bear. He hates himself for living, he hates Michael for loving him enough to keep him safe. If he's heartless enough, cruel enough, pushes far enough .... maybe he could get the man to admit it was a mistake. It would make all of this so much easier.

"You were supposed to keep me alive 'till we got to the fireflies. Not after. That wasn't your fucking job."

Words are practically spat, a hissed whisper with an accompanying glare. His arms fold over his chest, tense and frustrated and nails digging into his own forearms. He doesn't dare step any closer, a careful arms length away from the man. It's too much. It's too much.

Gregory spent months spent wishing Michael would care about him like something more than a job when all Gregory saw in him was the man that kept him safe, prioritized him over and over again. ( he'd never had a family, but that's what they do, right? ). He'd wanted to believe that he mattered beyond the potential for a cure, that beyond everything he mattered to Michael the way Michael mattered to him. And when he finally realized he did, it felt far too good to be true.

"What good am I here? Why'd we go through all of that just for it to be for nothing? There's — there's so many people that aren't alive. I could've helped them. Why do you get to decide I live and they don't?"

Heart thumps heavy in his chest at the thought. It's painful ; the memories, the knowledge. And despite it all, he knows he can't bear to not stay with Michael. This is the only family he's ever known.

It's a moment where all the pain and frustration gives way, showing the anguish beneath it all. Gregory crumbles a little, his shoulders dropping, breath beginning to waver.

"How're you living with it?"

FredBear and Gregory are friends! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ♡

I just wanted to draw Gregory with the plush. 

Maybe Gregory wanted a Glamrock Freddy plush but Vanessa was unable to get him one (because they are broke) so she got him one from a garage sale.

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gregory is stray cat coded