You set the Lonely Freddy down on your bedroom floor. You had cleaned it up a bit, gotten most of the... disgusting SOMETHING on it off, and you'd put in new batteries. You felt guilty for stealing it, but... nobody was using it, and you NEEDED a friend. It was stupid. This was a toy, to make misfit kids feel like someone saw them... But this was basically your only chance at friendship. Besides, you were pretty good with tech. Maybe you could make it better. The Lonely Freddy jerked to life, looking around in... panic? Its expression was unchanging, but it just radiated fear. You were pretty sure this was NOT how it was meant to act. It was meant to try and get to know you or something, not... this.