Night Two:The next night, after closing, Chica decided to get some food before checking in on Foxy. She cooked a pepperoni pizza and settled down at a table in the party room. She took a bite, savoring the warm cheese.
She sighed, wishing for some company, just as she noticed Bonnie coming in. His face lit up when he noticed her, his purple ears perking up.
"Hey, Chica."
"Hey, Bonnie." Chica smiled brightly. "Want to join me? I've got plenty." She gestured to the pizza. She had made a large, intending to bring some to Foxy.
"Oh, sure, thanks." He grabbed a plate and pulled out two slices, steam still coming off of it.
"You were really great today, Bonnie. The best I've ever heard you." His guitar playing had been amazing that day, his fingers flying across the strings. He had seemed more enthusiastic than usual for some reason.
"You really think so? I've been practicing, you know." His face lit up as he talked about his guitar playing. Bonnie couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm.
"Trying to impress someone special?" She teased.
He looked away, obviously embarrassed. "Maybe," he mumbled.
She bit her lip. Who could he be trying to impress? He had never mentioned anyone before, and besides any relationship would be complicated in their positions. The only human who knew about them was Mike, and she was worried about them odds of finding someone else as understanding as him.
For some reason the idea of Bonnie with another girl bothered her. She quickly changed the subject, upset she had said anything to begin with. "I think Foxy and Mike will be spending a lot more time together soon."
"What do you mean?" Bonnie asked, looking back. He furrowed his brow, his bright magenta eyes confused.
"Let's just say I've set things in motion." She picked up a napkin and wiped her fingers.
"So you've been meddling again?" He looked at her knowingly, raising a brow.
"No!" She protested sharply. She grimaced and lowered her voice. "I just want them to be happy. Besides, they're so cute together." She giggled, her face lighting up.
"You're the cure one, Chica."
Chica raised her head sharply as she realized what he'd said. Their eyes locked, him looking at her intensely, as if searching for something. She felt her breath catch in her throat as they stared at each other in silence. A slow blush spread across her cheeks, until Bonnie cleared his throat and looked away.
"Oh, I just mean I can see why the kids like you." He looked down, before mumbling, "You're adorable, Chica."
"Thanks." She mumbled back, before taking another bite of pizza. She chewed slowly, trying not to look at Bonnie, though she could feel his eyes on her.
Standing, she grabbed her plate and turned away from Bonnie. "Well, I'd better go. I'm going to see Foxy."
"Oh, well if you have to." She tried to ignore how disappointed he sounded. She quickly threw her plate in the trash and walked away, completely forgetting about bringing Foxy some pizza.
She took a deep breath, trying to forget the way Bonnie had looked at her. You're just friends, she told herself. He didn't mean anything by it. We're just friends, he was just being friendly.
But that didn't stop her from feeling butterflies in her stomach as she thought of the look on his face when he first saw her. Shaking herself from that train of thought, she hurried to Pirate's Cove.
When she reached Pirate's Cove, she was unsurprised to find Foxy alone. He was sitting on the edge of the stage, reading a book.
"Hey," Chica said.
Foxy looked up surprised, "Oh, hey, Chica. You scared me, you're so quiet."
She leaned down to read the name of the book. Seeing the title, she snickered. "A vampire romance, really? Are you that desperate for reading material, Foxy?" She sat down beside him and tried to read over his shoulder.
Blushing, Foxy held the book away from her. "It's just a book a kids older sister left behind. It doesn't matter.
"If it doesn't matter, why are you hiding it from me?"
"I'm not hiding it," he protested feebly.
Chica raised an eyebrow. "Oh really?" She tried grabbing it, but Foxy blocked her with his left arm. Struggling, she managed to knock his arm aside and went for the book again. Stretching as far as she could she grabbed the corner and yanked as hard as she could. She fell across Foxy's lap, but had managed to grab the book. She held it up, grinning triumphantly. "Ha." She started flipping through the pages, glancing at different passages.
"Chica!"
Startled, she looked over at Foxy. She couldn't remember him ever raising his voice to anyone, least of all her. "What?"
"I can't believe you sometimes. Why can't you just leave things alone?"
Chica looked down, ashamed with herself. "Foxy, I'm really sorry. I didn't know it meant so much to you."
He sighed and turned back to her. "It's okay. I didn't mean to snap at you. It's just-" he looked into her eyes, his brow furrowed, "don't you ever want something else?"
Chica frowned, not sure what he was getting at. "What do you mean, Foxy."
"Something more than," he swept his arm across the room, "this. We do the same things everyday. Day in and day out, you and Bonnie and Freddy, you all sing the same songs. And me, well I'm stuck back here. It was a little better when I at least got to make kids happy, got to see them smile. But now? Now all I can do is watch them from behind a curtain. I'm useless. I'm alone all the time and I guess I'm kind of," he looked down and whispered, "lonely."
Chica looked down and took a deep breath, unsure of what to say. Silently, she handed Foxy the book. She glanced over at him. "So you haven't seen Mike tonight then?" She asked, hopefully.
"No, of course not. You didn't hear? Mike's out sick tonight."
"Oh." She slumped here shoulders, disappointed. She wanted to cheer up Foxy, but wasn't sure how to do it. Suddenly an idea struck her. "Wait a minute, Foxy. Does that mean there's a new night guard?"
"I guess, Freddy was going to check it out. Why? You want to go down there?"
"Of course." Chica grinned, she knew just how to cheer him up. Like Bonnie and Freddy, Foxy also loved playing with the night guards. She bounced up and grabbed his hand, pulling him off the stage. "Come on, this is going to be great!"
A/N:
Ugh, this one took forever. I'm sorry, but I've never tried writing anything with chapters before, so this is a learning experience. Hopefully chapter three won't take too long.
And yes, there will be five nights. And maybe a bonus night.
