"Okay, if we're gonna start again, we need to work together, got it?"

"Okay then. How?"

"Questions. I want to understand you, and you need to understand me. Here, I'll go first:

My first proper friend was an animatronic named Fredbear, he had a purple top hat and golden fur. He was a great friend, and then we argued. We were inseparable, and now he doesn't even know I exist. What about you?"

"Mine was a boy named Mitchell. Mitchell Smith. He was mean, tall, and had jet black hair. We ruled the school, because we always showed love through hurt. We weren't inseparable, because we used to argue a lot. I was his servant."

"Wow….okay then, that's a lot to take in. Um, maybe you should ask the questions."

"Okay. I never did understand the concept of stars, they're just burning balls of gas, right? And they're all dead when we see them. All of them. So does that mean stars don't actually exist? Well, when I was little my father said that the stars were dead because they were pretty. They were pretty on the outside, because everyone thought they were, and on the inside they were dead."

"So, I met this girl once in high school. She was very pretty, wavy black hair and bright green eyes. I never spoke to her, I always told myself that because she was pretty she must be dead inside. I didn't want to know someone that was dead inside, so I avoided her. But then, when I spoke to her, she was nice, and kind, and she didn't seem dead inside at all."

"I told her about what my dad said and she started crying. She told me she was hurt by what I said. She said she never thought that by being pretty she gave the impression she was dead inside so she didn't want to be pretty anymore. I felt so confused and scared. I regretted the decision so much. Have you ever done something like that?"

"Yeah, sort of. When me and my friend fredbear argued, I said somethings that I regret….Then I cried about it. My tears were unnatural so people were scared. They screamed at me and said things…..I can't remember what they said….they kept screaming at me and then they switched me off. I woke up, and now I realise."

"I'll never be able to tell him that I'm sorry."

"So we both regret something. That's good, right?"

"Yeah, I think it is."

"Why don't you open your eyes? We can walk for a bit. I like walking."

"Me too. I can't do that though. It'll hurt you."

"Walking? Oh yeah, moving at all."

"Well at the very least we can talk. So, tell me more about yourself. Your dad, mum, everyone."

"What is a 'mum'?"

"You must've had one, right?"

"No"

"Oh, uh, wow. They're like….the person your dad marries, and then they have you. You're a family, together. They help you through things, and they work life out with you. They dress you up and pat your back while you cry."

"Oh. What's a 'family'?"

"You really didn't have a good childhood, did you?"

"..."

"A family is a group of people, normally: You, Your mum, Your dad, and a brother or sister if you have one."

"So, since my 'mum' wasn't there, I don't have a 'family'?"

"Well, no. I mean, you did have a family, but from what it sounds like, not a very good one."

A/N: Hello! Well, well, well. Look what we have here! Another book! This book. I will hope to continue my other schedule with this one. Please check out my other books too, it'd help a lot!