Hey guys, ChangelingLover123 here with another story to give you all. Now, I haven't watched Back at the Barnyard in quite some time, so after reading a few stories on this site, I thought i'd give it a shot! Now, I haven't really seen that many dark fanfics about Freddy (with the exception of one that is), so I decided to just make one up for you guys. Now if the topic of suicide is a triggering topic for any of you, click off of the story now, other than that I hope you all enjoy this story.

The sound of raging music and flashing lights flooded the Barnyard like water being poured into a glass. This wasn't a very uncommon scene for the inhabitants of the barnyard, in fact, it was quite common. Today was, yet again, another day for partying. There really wasn't any real reason why they were all celebrating, they just decided to do it. As all the animals in the barn danced, drank, and relaxed, one animal (Freddy the Ferret) was currently staying in the old silo.

Freddy sighed as he paced back and forth on the silo floor. He hadn't thought that he would actually do something as crazy as this, but he just couldn't stand it anymore. He was tired of all of the mocking, tired of all the labels, tired of pretty much everything in his life. He was sick of being treated like dirt by most of the other animal in the barnyard, and being treated like a monster by most, if not all, of the chickens. He was sick of being called an idiot, being called a good-for-nothing, being called a monster. Another thought that crossed his mind was his parents. How they must of hated him for making the decision to live at the Barnyard. He even remembered the things that they had said to him once he admitted (although not one hundred percent true) that he was a vegetarian. Of course, he knew for a fact that all of that was a lie. He was a Ferret, he ate meat, he couldn't control his instincts. He was born as a meat eater, and that's just one of the things that made him hate himself all the more. Freddy plopped down on a barrel that sat at the far corner of the silo, and just stayed quiet. Not talking to himself like usual or making any kind of sound whatsoever. He meditated on how his life had been for the past twelve, or so, years since he came to the barnyard. It certainly wasn't something he enjoyed thinking about. He remembered his friends; Otis, Pip, Pig, Peck, Abby, Duke, and even Bessy. He remembered all of the fun times that they all had together. His favorite memory was when they all met Weird Al. Man was he a funny guy! He continued to dive deeper into his mind for more pleasent memories. Who knew, maybe he would go through with it if he thought of some more good memories. However, nothing came about. The only memories that flooded his mind where one's of abuse, pain, denying who he was, and living a lie. All of these thoughts caused hot tears to flow down the ferret's cheeks. He hated himself for being who he was, he hated thinking about eating chickens all of the time, he was sick and tired of being the only lonely one in the barnyard (despite the fact that everyone else had mates). His body shook violently as the voices inside of his head, that he had tried to keep at bay for many years, all started to mock and degrade him.

"Freak" One voice said

"Monster!" Another said

"Worthless!" Yet another said.

Freddy clasped his ears together with his yellow paws. He tried so hard to make the thoughts go away, but it was all fruitless. No matter what he did, nothing made the voices go away. He tried clasping his ears tighter around his ears The voices in his head began to grow louder and louder as he pressed his paws against his ears as tightly as he could. It didn't take long for the voices in his head to start to take on the voices of his friends. The same words, but with the voices of Abby, Otis, Peck, and the others grew into a crescendo that made the little ferret shake his head in an effort to drown them all out. Minute after minute, the voices continued to grate at his nerves. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He let out a yell, and then fell to the ground in a fetal position, shaking.

"Leave...M..me alone." The ferret sobbed as he shook all the more

After a few minutes of sobbing quietly, Freddy slowly got up. He then made his way over towards the barrel that he had once been sitting on, and pulled out a bottle of sleeping pills and a bottled water. His eyes gave off a relived tone as he carefully unscrewed the bottle. After opening the bottle, he place two pills into his hands. How he managed to get the pills in the first place was a rather tricky one. He had had plenty of time to actually think about what he was going to do. For him, there where many different options to how he was going to commit suicide. The first idea, was simply hanging himself, however he had a fifty-fifty chance of actually breaking his neck on impact, so he didn't bother using that. The next way was by slitting either his wrist or his throat,but he was already suffering enough, he didn't want more. He considered shooting himself, the farmer did carry a small pistol, sadly though it was next to his bedside table. So that was off the table. The only thing that he could find that would not only be painless, but also quick, was the farmer's sleeping pills. It wasn't an easy task getting the pills he had to get the pills from the farmer's medicine cabinet while he was away, but even then he risked the chances of getting caught. Thankfully, that didn't happen. Freddy opened up the water, took the pills, and swallowed them. What he felt afterwards, was a feeling that he hadn't felt in quite some time. Peace. The voices in his head had faded. Not by much, but they did get quieter. Freddy then took another two pills, then another, then another. By then, his entire body was starting to become more and more relaxed. For once in his miserable life, he actually felt peace. The voices in his head disappeared entirely by the time he had downed the last pill. Freddy smiled as tears ran down his face. This was it, he was going away forever. He savored the relaxation some more, before curling himself up into a sleeping position (similar to a dog's) and let his eyes slowly close. Within seconds, he fell into a deep sleep.

-The Next Morning-

Otis and the rest of the gang had finally woke up from their milk induced comas. They found themselves, not in their beds, but scattered in different parts of the Barnyard. Otis was sleeping on a random hay bail, Pig was sleeping on a beam close to the roof, Peck and Abby where sleeping on the stage, and Pip was sleeping in an empty bottle of milk. It didn't take long before they all, groggily that is, made their way towards the middle of the barn floor.

"Okay, let's all agree to never drink more milk than we know what to do with. Agreed?"

"Agreed." Everyone else chimed in.

"Okay, let's all get ourselves cleaned up, and go on some random adventure or something. Oh, and somebody go get Freddy, I think he drank the most Milk and Honey, so he's probably sleeping on the roof or something." Otis said as he rubbed his temples, trying to get rid of the headache he was currently suffering.

"I'll do it!" Abby chimed in "Besides, I know my limit."

"You had five glasses of milk Abby." Otis said flatly

"So?" She rubbutled

"Fine, just go get Freddy. I need to get a drink."

"Righty-o!" Abby yelled out

All of the animals stamped their ears at the loud voice Abby had made

"Ahhhh! Voices!" Otis groaned

"Ooops...Sorry." Abby apologized

Abby immediately started looking for Freddy. She made sure to check as many places as she could; the roof, the attic, and even the farmer's house. All were unsuccessful. The final place on her list was the silo. She cursed herself for not checking there in the first place. As she made her way towards the silo, she made sure to get the key under the mat so that she could let herself in. Making her way towards the door, she noticed that the door was slightly ajar. This was confusing, then again all of the animals were buzzed last night. She carefully opened up the door, only to discover Freddy, curled up in a ball. She smiled at how cute Freddy looked in that position. She thought about letting Freddy sleep, however Otis had given her a command, and she didn't want to upset him. So she quietly made her way towards the sleeping ferret.

"Hey Freddy, you asleep?" She asked quietly

Nothing..

"Wow Freddy, you must've drank more than a desert buffalo in a river." She said to herself

"Alright Freddy time to get up!" She spoke, this time in her normal tone of voice

Still nothing, not a single sound

Abby started getting annoyed at the stubbornness of the ferret, and walked over towards him.

"I said get up Freddy!" She said, annoyed

She grabbed Freddy, and began shaking him uncontrollably, trying to get him to wake up. It wasn't until she heard a small 'plop' sound. She looked over at what had fallen. It was a pill bottle, an empty one at that. It didn't take long for her to come to the horrid conclusion. In a panic, she shook Freddy harder, yelling.

"Freddy, come on wake up!"

When she failed to get a response, she laid Freddy down and checked his pulse. Thankfully he still had one, but it was very faint. Not wanting to waste any time, she scooped up Freddy and ran as fast as she could to the tractor. All the while she was doing that, she called out.

"Otis, Pig, Pip, everyone! Help!"

Otis and the others immediately heard Abby's cries, and ran as fast as they could to where Abby was. By the time she got on top of the tractor, all of her friends had made there way towards her. Before anyone could ask what she was doing, she said.

"I'll explain everything in a little bit, just get on!" She yelled

Nobody dared try and question why she was acting like that. They just got on the tractor and Abby booked it to the pet hospital.

Don't worry, I plan on making a second chapter to this story, probably tomorrow. SO MAKE SURE TO RATE AND REVIEW.

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