Age: Adult / 6'5" / DOB: 1983
1983 - 1987
A once charismatic and easy-going leader, Freddy has begun to crack under the pressure of trying to keep his band together. The honey has dripped out of his voice, the warmth worn from his smile. He's tired. He wants to just lie down. But a leader's work is never done. His intentions are good, but his methods could be gentler.
While his newer counterparts have big friend paws, Freddy has claws for fingers.
Freddy was the first to be updated with new technology, but that just means he knows how bad things have gotten.
"Too scary for kids" his ass. He was a beloved household name dammit! He will Not allow some rosy-cheeked hunks of plastic to replace him and his band!
Irritated by almost everything nowadays. Often fusses at the others.
Has poor eyesight, often squinting. One eye is a little finicky and he has to shake his head around to set it right.
Desperately wants to crush Reboot Bonnie’s head in his grip like it’s a boiled egg.
A bear with no hat is no bear at all. He treasures it greatly!
Occasionally his music box will go off, spitting a couple crunchy notes.
His nose squeaker barely works anymore.
If he’s in a really good mood, he’ll mumble-sing an old showtune!