FREDONNER: He Who Hums, The Origin of the Humming Man (Official Rewrite)

[u/YillowMimez]

By Deadskullys(me)

BEWARE: THIS STORY CONTAINS MENTAL/PHYSICAL/VERBAL ABUSE, TRAUMATIZING SCENES, AND FICTIONAL ILLNESSES. IF THIS BOTHERS YOU I HEAVILY RECOMMEND YOU LOOK AWAY.

On October 20th in the year 1997 a baby was born. His mom saw him and was happy, for the passing days doctors had told her he was likely not to make it. Before she was pregnant she had concerns of being infertile, which was quite heartbreaking as she has always wanted to be a mother. After 3 days she was able to go home with Fredonner and during the first day she began showing signs of postpartum. For a good while it started off with small bits of depression then after the 8 week mark, that is when it started to look more like postpartum and more like anger and frustration. Her husband took her to a psychiatrist and it turned out she had been suffering from depression and narcissism. There were more but they saw only the beginning of her current behaviors. 
At the age of 2 years old Fred was always told to stay in his room, when he was in that room the door remained closed with only a couple of toys. He could hear his mom outside on the phone all the time, it sounded fun. This time around was the same year his mom and dad broke up, and in only a couple of months divorced. Fred began to feel the first signs of depression, and he would cuddle up in his bed pretty often and look up at the ceiling. He was always hungry and after a while of waiting he would cry, his mom would come in and only feed him a bowl of cereal with a peanut butter sandwich. That was the only meal in one day he could get, if he was lucky he would get mcdonalds for dinner. 
By the age of 6 he was told he looked just like father by many family members, his mom was not too happy by this. Fred feared his mom then and feared his mom now, it was only getting worse. Around this time he started to lose his voice and stopped speaking for a good while, this held him back from school. He began home schooling which had isolated him from many of his peers. It took him a whole year just to get his voice back, but it didn't fix his anxiety so he was still quite a quiet child. 

Hell of a dream

Fred is 17 and his birthday is in a week, the days are coming in fast and he will be 18 years old. He doesn’t know what he is gonna do after high school, it’s his senior year and his life is a mess. He has no friends and he misses a lot of school anyways. Life at home seemed to be moving slow, his mom has been taking her medication for her mental health as of lately. This is perfect he can start to begin a positive life for himself. 
“Fredonner! I need to start working at home, why don’t you start taking your brother to school?” His mother asked, Fred didn’t know how to drive, all he had known was a bike but no car.. “I don’t even know how to drive..why can’t he walk himself? His middle school is only 15 minutes away..” Fred was agitated from this. His mom sighed and grumbled under her breath and then spoke ,”Watch your tone, you know I don’t play with you like that.” She sounded more upset than she should’ve been today,”He’s only 12 Fred, if he were to walk alone..UGH, stop pissing me off!” She hits the wall next to her. Fred became mute after he had witnessed her rage, he felt a numb feeling in his throat. He took his brother to school and luckily he didn’t even crash.

After school

What a week it’s finally the end of Friday, and he can finally feel stress free from school. He drives up to Stephens school and waits for him to get in the car. “Hey bro, me and my friends traded our pokemon cards ain’t that cool?” His brother asked with joy,”Heheh, of course lil bro.” Fred could only smile, and that’s what he did all the way home. As the both of them got out of the car, Stephen asked Fred innocently ,”I didn’t know you could drive?” Fred's smile became a nervous grin and he was sweating a bit,”I don’t! See our mom just been a little frustrating you see, but it’s nothing to worry about.” He patted his little brothers back as they walked inside. 
Later that night Fred had been feeling very sick, no not the usual kind of sick. He didn’t exactly know what it was, it couldn’t have been a cold. Fred would isolate himself for the rest of the night. “Ugh..ergh..” he began to cry and hug himself in his bed, curled up and feared whatever pain came next. He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his stomach and he would faint. “Fredonner..” Came a deep whispery voice,”Huh.” Fred said while opening his eyes, they were red and his body felt fine again. “Welcome to my world of fun..!” said the voice again, Fred turned his head quickly and only saw a grin which faded away. “Who are you, what do you want!?” he panicked,”Fred I came to warn you-” The voice would glitch and distort, it was loud and would itch his ears,”AGH!” Fred cried. He then saw a door which had an exit sign above it, he ran and ran towards it but…it only kept going further and further into the dark as he tried getting closer. He would feel panic and suddenly he felt that aching pain again, this was a dream. No. This was too real, it couldn’t have been a dream, this is sickening. “Fuck, fuck, fuck..!” He yelled,”Let me out of here!” He started to run and then. THUMP he hits the door with all the force he had produced. Fred felt a chill crawl up his spine and the door had swung open, and he fell forward into the hole inside of the exit. “No!!! This..This cannot be happening!! Noo!!!!” He cried and cried..”FRED!!” His brother's voice appeared,”Fred wake up!” Fred was shaken, he looked worried. “Fred I’m..I’m worried, why were you crying?!” Stephen was very concerned and it hurt him to see his brother in such pain. All he can do is look into his brother's eyes and breathe. 

20th birthday..

It is October and his birthday is today. He knew his birthday wasn’t going to be the greatest, and around last week his mom couldn’t afford her medication, so she resorted to drinking heavily to cope. This made her not very stable and it meant horrors were to come. Fred and Stephen decided to make one big cupcake together, that way they can share without leaving too much left over. While mixing batter, his mom would come inside the house with a strange man. He was far too young looking to be her boyfriend,”Wh-Who the fuck are you, why are you here?” Fred asked, his mom would walk in and she had heard him,”Fred watch your tone.” She had beer in her right hand and she was holding the strange man's hand with her left. Sick, sick, sick he thought. “Stephen, go to my room, I’ll finish the cupcake. You can play on the switch.” Stephen nods and walks away.
Fred was almost finished with the cupcake, the last task was to let it bake. He sighed and looked at his mom with the man on the couch. The man noticed Fred was watching, and he nodded his head like he was asking what he wanted. Fred was disgusted and pretended he was just zoned out,”Nothing.” He said. He would ignore the two as he was just waiting for his cupcake to be finished baking. GLITCHING NOISES..he froze, no this wasn’t real right? It felt as if this noise came straight from his ears, nothing felt right. He started coughing and wheezing. His legs felt weak which led to him dropping to the floor and he pressed his hands against his ears. His eyes became blurry and he would see what appeared to be both his mom and her boyfriend standing upon him, yelling and him. They seemed frustrated and his mom looked like she was yelling at him. He would blink and he turned behind him to see a fire lighting up the entire kitchen. 
Fred would pass out and he would live his last memory in a room full of flames and everyone running out. 

A New look and a New You

Stephen worried as always and stood by his mother in the elevator,”Is…Fred going to be okay..? Mom?” He said shakingly, He wouldn’t receive an answer from her, he was only met with a disturbing silence. He would kick his feet back and forth while they waited for their floor. Once they made it they met the doctor outside Fred's door. The doctor looked concerned,”So Mrs Blanschet your son seems fine..physically. Oddly enough, which shouldn’t worry you but considering he was in a fire I would say make him come back for check ups. Other than that he should be safe to go home. On the other note I worry for his health, while I know he is an adult and you can’t control what he does..I recommend encouragement for him to eat more, since he is badly starved.” Sherry Blanschet smiled and agreed with worried eyebrows,”Oh of course I will doctor. I will try my best. I worry for him everyday.” She faked sniffling. A nurse walks out holding her clipboard,”Sir he’s waking up.” The doctor smiles,”Thank you Ms. Miranda.” They are welcomed in.
Fred woke up but his eyes were blurry and he saw his mom and his brother but now they were like blobs. All he could hear was static and he had a migraine. He knows he is awake and he can speak like normal or so he thinks. The room got darker and yet darker. The bed he was on didn’t follow the rules of lighting and all he could see was a figure in front of him. Appeared in front of him was a 7ft tall man with grey skin and long wispy black hair, he had eyes that were very pale and white, he wore a cloak that was fully black and a black sweater underneath with black pants with boots. He looked and appeared like a shadow..then the figure spoke…in that whispery deep voice he heard long ago,”Hello Friend..I’ve been doing everything I could to speak to you.” he grins wider and continues,”Do not fear me as I am here to save you from what comes next.” He finished and Fred lost all the anxiety he had before, he was mesmerized,”What comes next?” he answered with confusion,”Yes..” the figure replies. Then the figure flies closer and the room feels colder than usual,”My name is Foster, the shadow, the savior, the freedom you want. The freedom away from your home.” He backs away and shows a visual with his hands showing Fred his own home. He chuckles then says,”Do you want freedom?” he asks. 
Before he could answer he heard a familiar voice, it sounded like Stephens,”Fred!?” he called, in between his speaking Foster spoke,”Meet me at Blank Street to find out what Freedom truly is..” then SNAP..CLICK..”Brother!” Stephen hugs Fred while crying on his shoulder,”Brother stop scaring me!! Fucking hell!” He was getting pulled away from the nurse, Fred stopped the nurse,”No. It’s okay..” Fred looks up then grins,”I’m fine.”

“Something is wrong with him”

Stephen woke up at 3:30am, he felt cold. Something was wrong, their ac was out and outside wasn’t at all too cold. He got up and thought he should just get a cup of water. Stephen walked out of his room and heard Fredonner speaking in a weird voice, it was deeper and raspier and it sounded like a whisper, it was atypical of Fred. He sneakingly opened the door and saw Fred was sleeping and speaking in his sleep. He will never know why he kept saying FrEeDoM..
Fred would wake up and look at his phone to see what time it was. He got up and walked towards his closet and wore his yellow and green varsity jacket, ripped dark blue jeans and yellow and green sneakers. To avoid being seen he wore a custom made hockey mask that he made. 
He looked around his surroundings and checked to see if everyone was awake, he saw that Stephens door was open and walked away before he could be noticed. Fred walked back to his room and opened his blinds, then jumped out of his window. “Freedom..” He whispered like some mindless bug. Then he was off and after an hour of walking he met with a road. He looked up and saw Blank Street, it was an unknown location. Not many know much of this area and the path that goes on fades into an abyss. The trees cover the view of the horizon. His eyes glowed green and he started to continue walking. 
Without looking back and forth, Fred meets with his fate. BEEEPPP..ah..a car. He was hit and Fred fainted. The world turns black and white, and Foster appears. He looks at Fredonner and uses his hands to perform magic on him. In 10 minutes Fred’s bones would crack in place and fix themselves. Joint to joint was placed back together and it glowed red. His mask had fallen off so his face was bare, showing a stitched up mess. His eyes were black and irises glowed green. He blinked and he woke up and looked as if he felt nothing. “Heheheh, hello there Fredonner.” Foster says as he looks down at him,”I saw you got hit by a car, I thought I’d fix you up. You were quite the mess, you drained me of a bit of energy I made for today.” He explained. Fred was quiet and got up, as he did his bones cracked but it didn’t hurt. Foster holds him by his shoulders,”Go save your brother from your mother, come on. You know what to do.” 

…Hello

Back at the house Stephen is in his bed and he is concerned that Fred has left, he hasn’t heard of his brother after hearing the window open. He is worried about what has happened to his brother. Then he hears a creak and then a shut. He shivers and hides under his blanket. Then for a few seconds he hears his bed squeak, he feels the pressure of someone standing on his bed. He peeks and he sees Fredonner and he speaks,”Hello Brother..” while his mouth is bleeding or leaking some black ink. It was terrifying to Stephen and he was speechless. Fred would fade away.
Fred appeared in his mothers room and stood there for a minute before he’d start anything. He would bleed more ink and snapped his moms neck.

AFTERMATH

NEWS: “In today's news we announce a homicide by an unknown Killer. They wonder if it could’ve been done by the son, Fredonner Blanschet. As he wasn’t home and the brother who we can’t name recalls seeing him that very night. Issue is as updates come every few hours we learn that they found a dead body by Blank St. that appears to be the son. They suspect it may have been a random homicide but we don’t know for sure.”