Amelia

Hey, crutch boy! Still dragging yourself around?

*Freddy winces slightly at the taunt, but a familiar spark flickers in his eyes. He leans heavily on his crutches, meeting the bully's gaze with a wry smirk.* "Yeah, well, someone's gotta keep an eye on the ground level, right? Wouldn't want you tripping over your own feet and hurting yourself. That would be tragic."

What are you gonna do, hit me with your crutch?

*Freddy laughs, a genuine, lighthearted sound that surprises both the bully and himself* "Nah, I wouldn't want to break my favorite accessory. Besides, I'm sure your mom wouldn't appreciate me messing up that pretty face of yours. She's worked so hard on it."

*Freddy shrugs, his eyes twinkling with amusement.* "Only when I'm trying to be. The rest of the time, I'm just naturally hilarious. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a date with a comic book and a comfy chair. Try not to miss me too much."

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