Water splashed in all directions as a pair of brown sneakers broke the smooth surface of the puddle.
Freddy was running down the street as fast as his brown-clad legs would carry him, holding his top hat so it wouldn't fly off. Humidity was high in the post-rain air, and puddles dotted the soaked sidewalk. The building was in his sight, and the brunette boy's face broke into a wide grin as he sped up even more.
When he reached the building, he slid - literally slid - to a stop, stumbling a bit as he slipped through yet another puddle. He regained his balance and threw open the double doors with a loud creak. "Guys! I'm here! Sorry I'm late!" He called as he entered the dark building.
Someone tackled him from the side and he fell over with a loud grunt. The figure on top of him got off and stood up, laughing a rusty laugh that sounded like an aged pirate's rumbling voice. The figure offered Freddy a hand, and he stood, straightening his bow tie and dusting off his brown tuxedo.
"Foxy, you jerk," Freddy chuckled, playfully punching the older boy in the shoulder. Foxy had raggedy ginger hair that was getting a bit long, and constantly fell into his eyes. He wore brown shorts and a red shirt that was torn at the front, along with an eyepatch and a hook hand, because he loved to act like a pirate. His grey shoes were tattered and had many holes in them, and he always had a bloodthirsty look on his face. Foxy wasn't his real name, just a nickname they had all adopted in middle school.
Foxy beamed, his eye not covered by the eyepatch sparkling with triumph.. "What took ye so long?" He asked in his thick pirate accent. He loved pirates - so much in fact he talked and dressed like one.
"I'm sorry, I got held up at school." Freddy grumbled, rolling his eyes.
Two more figures, girls this time, came out of the shadows. One had short blonde hair and purple-ish eyes with a yellow shirt with a white circle and the words "let's eat" written in the circle. She wore denim short-shorts and orange leggings under the shorts, which doubled as socks as they stretched out of sight into her yellow sneakers.
The other had long, straight purple hair, (dyed purple, not naturally purple, because that's not possible.), that fell down in bangs just above her eyes, hiding her eyebrows, and breathtaking pink irises. She wore a purple hoodie that had a bow tie imprinted on the shirt, almost like one of those silly shirts that look like tuxedos. She wore dark purple skinny jeans and purple flats. She carried an electric guitar in her hand, strumming chords absentmindedly.
"Hey, Freddy!" The blonde yelled, bounding forward excitedly and wrapping her arms around the tall boy's neck in a hug.
Freddy felt his cheeks redden slightly as he hugged her back, and he saw Foxy smirk at him.
"Hey, Chica, Bonnie." He said wearily.
Freddy was the only one out of the group without some sort of odd name or an animal name. Although his friends did call him "Fazbear" sometimes, it wasn't in his name at all. In fact, none of them had last names. They all had adopted silly animal names after their favorite animals. Chica loved chickens, Bonnie loved bunnies, Freddy loved bears, and Foxy loved foxes.
Foxy was 18, Bonnie was 17, Freddy was nearly 18, and Chica had just turned 17. The 4 teenagers often met up at the old pizzeria on their street. It was abandoned and dark, but the group was fond of it, and had made it their "base". They spent more time hanging out in the creepy pizzeria than they did at home. It had once been called something else, but since Freddy had suggested they hang out there, the group had adopted the name "Freddy's pizzeria."
Chica let go and looked up at Freddy, beaming. "Guess what!" She asked Freddy excitedly.
"What?" He asked, his cheeks still pink.
"I've been singing while bonnie plays her guitar, but we need a lead singer for our band. Would you please join us?" She asked, her eyes glittering with hope.
Freddy couldn't say no. "I'd love to." He told the beaming blonde.
She squealed in delight, and Bonnie's mouth curved up in a slightly crooked smile.
Bonnie and Chica were best friends, although they were nearly polar opposites.
Chica was bubbly and always excited, not afraid to speak her mind and talk to people, regardless how much she knows them or how mean they look.
Bonnie was rather aloof. She often didn't say much, even when it was just the 4 of them, and usually took to listening to the others and playing her guitar quietly, occasionally adding in a comment. She hardly ever laughed, but would smile and smirk often, especially when talking to Foxy.
Chica ran over to the stage, Bonnie following, tuning her guitar slightly, with Foxy following and yelling "Why am I not in yer band, mateys?"
Freddy sighed happily. Soon he would finish his senior year of high school with Chica and Bonnie, and the 4 would be free to do whatever they wanted.
Or, Freddy hoped, at least.