"Memories will last,"
It was a holiday. The place was closed. "Well, don't think I'm weird... But did 'he' die another way besides head injury?" Asked Frederick, pondering."Freddy, we already thought you were weird." Alfred said, resting his chin on his hand as his elbow on his lap.
Brandy nodded, and looked at Frederick. "I think you're right... Wasn't he telling us he was seeing things? We learned how to talk early, and about when he were two or three he said he saw nightmare robots in his room.." She agreed.
"Yup! Maybe... BUT HOLD UP, WASN'T HIS BROTHER ALWAYS TEASING HIM? Terrain or something... BUT DIDN'T ONE DAY YOUR DAD GOT MAD AT HIM AND LEAD HIM TO A ROOM? MAYBE HE KILLED HIM! For sticking up for Kenny..." Oliv said, getting off her feet.
"We need to tell somebody.." Said Foxy, crying into his hands.
"B-but, Bart... They'd think we're crazy and shut us down.. We won't be seen again! And I wanna see daddy again and get revenge and KILL him!" She growled.
"You're right, Brandy." Alfred pointed out. "Maybe we should just keep all of this.. They will eventually find out it's us in these STUPID suits!" He kicked a can off the ground a child left.
"Well... Tomorrow is another day,.. A terrible one.." Alfred said again.
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