You placed your empty chip bag and water bottle on the dresser. You'd take them to the kitchen garbage later, when Chica wasn't hyper-aware of anything food related. You doubted Freddy would care about the trash laying around either.

Speaking of Freddy, you needed to talk to him. In the time you had known him, you'd noticed something that had you concerned. He had a habit of placing others before himself, which at first glance was something to be admired. But he took it to an unhealthy extreme. The poor guy felt the need to apologize for having negative emotions for crying out loud!

You turned to look at him. He was sitting in the same position as before, back to the wall and legs stretched out on the bed. He had been sitting there silently while you ate, and was now looking at you expectantly, as if he could tell you wanted to talk about something. You walked over, and sat on the bed next to his feet criss-cross style while facing him.

"Big Guy, I don't really know how to bring this up, but this is something I think needs to be addressed." You began, and he nodded to show that he was listening. You took a deep breath, and placed a gentle hand on his shin.

"Freddy Fazbear, you matter too!" You said, looking him dead in the eye. He raised a brow in confusion.

"Okay? I know that, though." he said, tilting his head.

"Really? Because I don't think you do." You challenged.

"But I do." He insisted.

"The other day I had to practically force a compliment down your throat before you accepted it. You apologized because you were sad, and needed a friend for comfort. You want to heal from your grief, not because you're hurting, but because you don't want to burden your friends with your problems. In fact, did you even allow yourself to cry over Bonnie before last night?" Him averting his gaze in silence was all the answer you needed. You took a deep breath, and started to rub soothing circles on his leg.

"Look, I'm not trying to make you feel bad or guilty. I just want you to know that it's okay to do things for yourself sometimes. You are allowed to take care of your emotional needs when they arise. You aren't burdening anyone by asking for help when you need it. We care about you just as much as you care about us, and I know I hate seeing you disregard yourself so much. Your accomplishments are worth celebrating. Your sadness is worth grieving. Your anger is worth being taken seriously. You are worthy, Freddy. I don't know how to stress it enough to make you realize that." You said, as he still refused to meet your gaze.

You huffed out a breath. You weren't even certain if he was listening. Getting to your knees, you shuffled your way over to Freddy, and grabbed his face, forcing him to look at you. It was the only thing you could think of to make sure he was taking in everything you said.

"Did you hear me?" you asked, narrowing your eyes a little.

"Yes." he said, folding his ears back.

"Then what did I say?" he shifted his eyes away from you.

"Look at me, and tell me what I said." You used your firm tone, and he obeyed, albeit reluctantly.

"That I'm worthy." he said in a flat voice. You withered a little at how much he sounded like he didn't believe it. You ran your thumb across his cheek.

"Why do you think you're not worthy?" You asked, wanting to get to the root of the matter. He glanced away, and you let go of his face to let him gather his thoughts. You sat on your knees patiently, watching as his expression became increasingly confused.

"I don't know." he finally said. The two of you sat there as you let his answer sink in. He didn't know why he always downplayed himself, and you weren't certain how to begin to tackle that problem.

"It's like..." Freddy began, "...as long as it's someone else who gets help, then it's okay. But the moment I need help, it's not. Like I'm not allowed to help myself, or allow others to help me. Like I'm being selfish, or something. And I don't know why it's like that." he explained as best he could, and your heart went out to him.

"Oh, Freddy..." you whispered, placing your good hand to your mouth. How could his perception of himself be fixed if neither of you understood the root of the problem? There had to be a way. You tapped your fingers against your lips as you wracked your brain for an answer. Then you remembered something you were told a long time ago, "If you hear something long enough, then you start believing it."

"Freddy, come with me." you said, getting up off the bed, and leading him to the bathroom.

"What are we doing here?" he asked, an eyebrow raised in curiosity.

"I want you to look yourself in the mirror." You pointed to the mirror hanging over the sink. He had to bend over a little to see himself.

"Now repeat after me: I am worthy! I am allowed to need things! I matter too!" you said, and he turned to you, still looking confused.

"You want me to do what Roxy does when she feels down about herself?" he asked.

"Yep! This is called self-affirmation. Since we don't know why you think the way you do about yourself, we are going to drown those thoughts out with positive things. And once you hear it enough times, you'll start believing it. Trust me. It's psychology 101." you said, and he turned back to the mirror with an unsure look.

"I don't know..." he said, and you walked up next to him in the mirror. The two of you made eye contact through your reflections.

"Can you please try? I'll do it with you if it'll help you feel better." You offered. He looked like he was considering it, and then nodded.

"Okay, when my fingers reach zero, we will say it together. And I want you to look yourself in the eye as you say it." Once he looked at himself, you did the same and held up your fingers to where he could easily see them in his peripheral vision. You brought each finger down, one by one until your hand was folded into a fist.

"I am worthy. I am allowed to need things. I matter too." the two of you said together.

"Again, but with a little more feeling." you instructed.

"I am worthy! I am allowed to need things! I matter too!"

"Again!

"I am worthy! I am allowed to need things! I matter too!"

The two of you said that into the mirror roughly ten more times before you deemed it okay to stop. Freddy looked at himself in disappointment, and you frowned. Just what was going on in that metal head of his?

"How are you feeling, Big Guy?" You asked.

"The same. It didn't work." he said, not meeting your gaze.

"Well it isn't going to work right away. It's a process. You need to do this every day, and overtime it will sink in." That got him to look at you.

"Every day?" he asked.

"Yep. Can you promise me that you'll do this everyday? Please?" you begged him with your eyes, and he deflated a little.

"For you, I'll do it." he said, and you wanted to slam your head against the wall. What was the point you were trying to hammer into his thick skull this whole conversation?

"I don't want you to do it for me. I want you to do it for yourself." you said, giving him a look that left no room for argument.

"Okay. I promise." he said after looking at you for a few moments.

"Thank you." You smiled at him, and led him back into your bedroom, where the two of you sat on the edge of the bed.

"So, anything else you want to talk about? Today is your day to get anything you want off your chest." You offered, and he actually appeared to consider it before he shook his head.

"Not at the moment." he said, and then an embarrassed expression washed over his face.

"Okay, you just thought of something. Spill." You said, and he cringed a little. Someone as expressive as him had no chance in hiding his feelings from you.

"It's nothing really-"

"Freddy Fazbear, if you are trying to downplay your feelings again right after a conversation about not doing that-"

"I'm not! It's just... I don't want to overstep a boundary..." he said, and you sighed into your good hand.

"Freddy, asking me something is not overstepping a boundary. I promise you that." you said, grabbing his hand as a show of moral support. He gazed at your connected hands as he worked himself up to voice his thoughts.

"I was hoping... if you wanted to that is... could we um... go back to cuddling?" he asked, and if a robot could blush, you knew he would be doing so right now. In fact, you heard his fans kicking on from his nervousness.

"Sure. I don't mind one bit." You smiled up at him. The poor guy still wanted comfort from you, and you would be more than happy to oblige.

He got settled into the position he was in before you brought him to the bathroom, and you got in his lap. You placed your back against his chest, and he wrapped his arms around you. You had to admit, he was surprisingly comfortable to cuddle with despite being made of metal. You relaxed into his hold, and allowed yourself to enjoy the moment.