I don’t wanna be forgotten.

Oh, don’t be DRAMATIC, Freddy! Does anything even change for us?

How do we know it doesn’t, Cotton? Severing the connection… It’s just- it’s gonna be weird, you know? I’m used to the chatter.

… I get it. But don’t you miss the silence, too?

…

You know this isn’t how it’s supposed to be. We shouldn’t know what… when comes after.This amalgamated party can’t go on forever.

… Yeah. I guess- no. I know you’re right. Things move forward for a reason… but I’ll miss the- uh, solidarity? Seeing everyone… the understanding we all shared.

We’ll always have the five of us, Freddy. Honestly, that’s a luxury in itself, no? Someone couldn’t dream to be so lucky.

Hah. Yeah.…Thanks, Cot-
Bonnie.

Mhm.

His ears would fold away, glancing down the security doors’ hallways, that faint static of proctored radio ringing down the halls. Eyes scanning around the building, over the children’s drawing pinned to the walls, over their show stage, curtained and shut, and over that pirate’s stage, spotlight still gleaming over that purple curtain, those glittery stars.as they sat, quietly.

… … …
Love you, Freddy.

… … …
… … …

I love you too, BonBon.

… … Where’s Foxy?