Yeah, it's my next FNAF fic! It's Fronnie again, obviously, but - to tell you the truth - this was originally going to be Freddy/Toy Freddy, but I changed it because I had another idea for that ship (plus I'm still deciding on Toy Freddy's name - "Teddy" just wasn't sitting right with me).
This is going to be a multi-chaptered fic, but I don't really know how long it'll be. I'll just go with the flow, I guess, until I want to finish it. I doubt it'll have more chapters than "Rainbow", but you never know.
Enjoy!
The sun was low in the sky, signalling the already-known fact that it was still early in the morning. Freddy rubbed his eyes with the heel of his palm, trying in vain to wake himself up. He had left the warm comfort of home mere minutes ago, and the cool autumn air wasn't exactly the nicest thing to greet when you had not had such a good night's sleep beforehand. Freddy ran a hand through his hair, groaning quietly and wishing that he had stopped at the coffee shop he had passed by a few streets back.
He trudged forward for a few minutes, before a hand rested flat on his chest – gently stopping him from moving forward. Freddy blinked a few times, before glancing over at the person who had halted him in his tracks.
It was a young man, probably not too older than himself, with violet hair and crimson eyes. They were wearing a bright smile and were holding something out to him with their free hand. It took Freddy a few moments to recognise it as a thermos. He stared at the man for a moment, before he felt the thermos being pushed into his hand and the man was suddenly backing away.
"…What?" was all he could say.
"You usually walk by here with a coffee every day," the man replied in his not-too-high, not-too-low voice. "But you didn't today. So I'm giving you mine."
Freddy stared at him for a moment longer, before he looked at the thermos in his hand. It was kind of weird (and slightly creepy) that this man had noticed him every day and could identify any differences with him.
"I…thank you," he couldn't really think of anything else to say.
"Uh-huh," the violet-haired man nodded, though his bright smile was milder now. "You should be going. Can't be late for work, can you?"
"Wait, what about your-"
"Keep it for now," the man smiled. "You can give it back tomorrow."
And with that, the man backed away into the shop Freddy had just realised they had been standing outside. It was a quaint, little flower shop that he walked past every day, but he had never paid it any attention before. He sighed, uncapping the thermos and taking a small sip. It was actually rather delicious, even though he was usually strict about what his coffee would taste like.
He smiled to himself, and was about to continue on his way to work, before something moved in front of him. The man – florist? – was smiling at him again, and there was something else in his hand. Freddy gazed at him for a moment, before the man's hand slid up to his coat pocket and something was placed inside. It was fast, so Freddy almost didn't process it, but then the man was suddenly moving away. The florist had disappeared inside the shop once more, but Freddy had a feeling he wouldn't be coming out again.
His hand crept up to his pocket, and his fingers brushed against soft. He grasped it and pulled it out. It was a beautiful, small flower, obviously in full bloom. He didn't know the name of it, but it was amazing to observe. It was a pale, baby blue colour that somehow put him at ease, and Freddy found himself tucking it back into his pocket. A small smile formed on his face, and he finally continued on his journey to work – occasionally uncapping the thermos to take a sip of coffee.
"Thank you," he murmured.