Why do I love him? Chica is his love, not me. During a dare, he said he loves Chica. So why do I love him so? He's so handsome, his brown fur, his bowtie, his...fuck. I can't get him out of my head. I need to do something.
I walk up to him onstage, tapping his shoulder. "Fred?" My voice cracks, and I cringe. He turns around. Oh no. His eyes are staring into mine. I can't think, or speak. "Yes, Bon?" His voice is so deep. I freeze in fear, not wanting to break Chica's heart. "I...I wanna tell you that...I...love..." I can't say it. I can't. "Foxy? You love him?" He breaks my heart. "Y-yesh...Foxy..." I run off into pirate's cove, crying in the corner.
How long was I out? I must've cried myself to sleep, cause a hand was wiping my tears. I look up, seeing an eyepatch. I sniffle, standing up. "I herd yer talk wit' 'im. Ya like me?" I remember it all, my cheeks flushing red. "N-no!" I go weak at the knees. "I...i love him...Fred..." I feel better, finally saying it. "You what?" I stop cold. That voice. Fred.
Welp, if people like this, I'll write more. Bye for now!