Hes always looked this way.

Freddy has always been ugly. Scarred. Damaged. And nobody seems to feel bad when they hurt him. He lives as a servant in the palace, and not only do the nobles abuse him, so do the other servants. The cooks beat him and the maids belittle him. He absolutely hates his pathetic existence.

Right now, he’s desperately scrubbing down one of the huge hallways. His eyes dart around, and he by takes a quick break due to exhaustion. He curls up on the floor and sighs.