"Purples promote a sense of creativity and imagination"

(To tell you the truth, I had no idea what to write for this)


"What are you doing?"

Freddy paused, glancing back to see Bonnie leaning against the doorframe – his arms crossed. The brunet looked back at his empty canvas before sighing and turning his seat in Bonnie's direction.

"Painting," he said simply.

Raising an eyebrow, Bonnie laughed. "Okay, first-" Bonnie stood up straight and sent him a curious look, "-since when do you paint? And two, you don't really look like you are."

"That's because I don't know what to paint."

Bonnie snorted at that. "Well there's got to be some ideas in that big head of yours."

"Hey!" Freddy replied, indignantly, before running a hand through his hair. "Most of the things I want to do are too difficult or I don't have the colours for it."

Bonnie hesitated, before he caught sight of the various paints scattered on the ground. "Haven't you tried mixing them?"

Freddy shook his head. "If I do that I could get it wrong, and the whole thing is ruined."

Bonnie bit the inside of his cheek. "…You have all the colours of the rainbow, along with black and white. You have pretty much all the basic colours – but you refuse to mix them."

"I have to do the outline in black," Freddy explained as if it were the simplest thing in the world. "And then I need to colour. But since I would've just used back, the colours I want to mix would blend with black and be completely ruined. And we don't exactly have a lot of water to spare."

The violet-haired man sighed, turning sharply to exit the room. Freddy stared after him.

"Just…paint whatever you want. If it goes wrong, it gives you something to improve on."

Freddy had nothing to say to that, and only watched as Bonnie turned a corner and left his sight completely. He glanced down at the paint at his feet, his eyes almost instantly attracted to the violet and indigo. He couldn't help but think of Bonnie when he looked at those. He glanced at his empty canvas again before smiling, and took up a pencil as he began to sketch the outline. He now knew what he wanted to do, so it didn't take long for him to go over the outline in black and then gaze at his work and decide on what colours to use.

His smile slipped slightly, and he cursed as he realised this would be the first time that he would physically paint humans. He furrowed his brows, before shaking his head with a sigh.

"Trial and error," he spoke aloud.

He glanced down at the colours again, before looking back at his canvas. A soft smile crossed his face, and he immediately bent down to collect the orange and white paint. He hesitated for a moment as he dipped his brush in the white, and watched as he held it over the small dollop of orange paint. Making his decision, he sighed. It was time for him to step out of his boundaries.

He didn't speak as he blended the two colours together, pausing to add more white when he decided that the colour was still too orange. When he was somewhat content with it, he stroked – carefully and slowly – it onto the canvas, making sure not to spread the paint into any unwanted areas. As he finished, he took the brush away and stared at his work. It had somehow turned out better than he had expected. Pausing in thought, he smiled and took hold of another colour. He looked down at it for a moment, quite surprised at the colour he had subconsciously chosen, before he chuckled and continued.

Freddy had no idea as to when he had started to love painting, but he knew that it helped him relax and forget about everything. Maybe it was the way the brush smoothly spread across the canvas…or the satisfaction of creating something with your own mind.

"Freddy! Dinner!"

The voice of Chica startled him from his thoughts, and he barely stopped his hand from jerking in surprise. Glancing at the clock on the wall, he realised that it was almost seven. Had he really been painting for that long? Last time he had checked it had only been half-past four…or something like that.

He looked at his canvas as he silently placed down his paintbrush, and a gentle smile crossed his face. Pushing back the chair, he stood and removed his apron. He hesitated a moment to admire the work, before calling back "I'm coming" and turned on his heel to swiftly exit the paint-filled room.

And the beginnings of a person, with a smiling face and violet hair, were left to dry.


Okay, yes, I know that I shouldn't be starting new fics and should be continuing "Disadvantage"…but I recently got into the FNAF fandom…and I really wanted to write this. Along with moving to a different country, I haven't really found the time or the inspiration to write more of "Disadvantage", and I'll probably be occupied with this seven-shot (is that even what you call this?). But I'm not abandoning it!

And yes, I ship Freddy and Bonnie.