No reviews, but can't be salty about it since I was excited for this chapter.
By the way, I'm trying to keep the focus on LGBTQ+ things out of the story as much as possible. So we probably won't know most of the character's sexualities unless it's relevant to their character arc.
Chica laughed out loud at Foxy's antics as Bonnie pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Hello~" he chimed.
"Hey Bon. Mom wanted me to check up on you," Blair's voice greeted him.
"Ugh, I'm fine," Bonnie insisted. Freddy shook his head. Foxy suddenly scooped the shorter boy up into his arms and ran off.
"I've got 'im! Haha! You'll never catch me alive!" Foxy yelled, dashing off with a yelp from Freddy. Bonnie didn't fail to notice the flush on Foxy's cheeks.
Chica laughed again as she ran after him. "Not if I can help it!"
Bonnie shook his head as Blair hung up. It was just like those three- do something stupid when he wasn't able to participate. Not that he would, of course.
"Put me down!" Freddy squirmed in Foxy's arms, but even as Bonnie raced after his friends, he could tell Freddy was having fun. The game only ended when Foxy nearly ran smack-dab into someone.
"Hi, Mike!" he chirped, pretending like Freddy wasn't going to squirm right out of his arms in the next few seconds. Michael nodded his head in greeting.
Chica gasped and bear hugged him. "I haven't seen you in forever, Mike!"
He smiled, patting her feathery, short blond hair. "I missed you too, Chica."
"So, where have ya been?" Freddy asked, trying and failing to act casual in Foxy's arms.
Michael chuckled. "Nowhere special. Hospital, home, school."
Right. Michael was a special case. He had leukemia, and the chemotherapy had made his hair fall out. He wore a hat to cover it, but he never let his hair loss bother him. He was the most chill guy Bonnie had ever met. He was an inch taller than Bonnie and an inch shorter than Foxy- sadly, he towered over Freddy and Chica.
Freddy finally kicked around enough that Foxy let him down. Freddy turned and almost ran into Bonnie, which he neatly avoided by stepping to the left. Due to the close proximity of their faces, Bonnie could see the sparkling playfulness of Freddy's blue eyes, the way his brown hair fell in a messy style, and the freckles dotting his cheeks and nose. Freddy was a full five inches shorter than Bonnie. Chica was two inches shorter than Freddy, making the full range of heights of the four nine whopping inches.
"Any reason you're out here at night?" Bonnie found himself asking.
"Heading over to Scott's, but I gotta pick up Jeremy and Fritz first. Any reason you four are out here at night?"
"We were picking up Freddy and now we're going over to my house," said Chica, her magenta eyes glinting. "You could come with, if you want. I'm sure Bonnie would be willing to give up his remote for Just Dance for ya."
"Shut up," Bonnie groaned. "I don't need reminding at how bad I am at Just Dance!"
"While that sounds fun," Mike interjected. "I'm going to have to pass. See ya on the flipside." He waved, slipping past Foxy and continuing his on his way.
The four were in silence, until Foxy spoke again. "Y'know, I keep meaning to ask him where that hat's from. I want one."
"And cover up that red mop you call hair? I don't think so," Bonnie snickered.
Foxy's golden eyes got up close and personal with Bonnie's ruby ones, and then he tugged on Bonnie's low and long purple ponytail, dragging him down the sidewalk. Foxy's hair was actually almost shoulder length, and it was shaggy and stuck up in odd places. It was long enough for a ponytail, actually, which he would occasionally wear. Bonnie and Freddy both loved the look of the ponytail while Chica preferred it down, like it was now.
"Ow, ow! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, lemme go!" Bonnie yelped.
Foxy let go of Bonnie's hair instinctively. "Don't insult my hair, then."
"R-slash-madlads," Freddy chirped.
"Heyo," Mike said, knocking on Scott's opened door gently. Scott tossed a pillow at him. "South Park again, I see."
"Did you bring Jeremy and Fritz?" Mangle asked. "If they're here we can finally watch Ragnarok. I've already seen it, so has Scott, but you three haven't."
"Don't rub it in!" Jeremy whined. He had curly brown hair and hazel eyes.
"I haven't even seen Civil War yet. Y'all are lucky!" Fritz piped up. He had frizzy ginger hair under a black beanie and blue eyes. He, like Scott, also wore glasses, but unlike Scott, was quite short. The second shortest of the group, in fact- the title of absolute shortness was held by Mangle (sadly). Scott, on the other hand, was the second tallest, beaten only by Mike.
"And you're behind. Seriously. All you've seen is Age of Ultron and the first Thor movie," replied Scott.
"Shut up," Fritz groaned, plopping onto the couch. Mike sat down with him, while Jeremy opted to sit on the mattress with Mangle and Scott.
"Anyway!" Mangle interjected. "If we're going to watch Ragnarok, then let's get on with it."
"Right," said Scott, switching it from Hulu to Netflix.
"Jeez, hurry up, Scoot," said Jeremy, winking at Fritz and Mangle.
"What?"
"Yeah, Scotterson Cawtherson," said Mike, who had caught on without winking needed.
"No. Stop."
"Scoot Cathoot," Mangle added.
"Oh god."
"Scott CawTHOT!" Fritz shouted, pumping a fist in the air. Mike and Jeremy gasped in mock offense, each splaying a hand across their chest while Mangle lost her shit in the background. ("Such language!" Michael 'Mike' Schmidt, That Night At Scott's House)
"All Scotts are QUEENS, Fritz!" Jeremy yelled, fake-crying.
"If he breathe," Fritz started, motioning at Mike and Mangle, who both caught on to the joke he was going for.
"HE'S A THOT!" The trio yelled together.
"You, all of you," Scott suddenly shouted. "BEGONE, THOTS!"
"Can one of you please explain why I hear a bunch of teenagers calling each other 'thots' in my basement?" an adult man's voice said, with an amused tone as the man himself leaned against the doorway.
"Hi Dad!" Scott chirped.
"Hi Mr. Cawthon," the other four chorused.
"How are you five doing?" Mr. Cawthon asked.
"Good," Mangle said first. The boys each murmured something similar to it.
"That's good," said Mr. Cawthon. "You quiet down, though, you hear? Scott's mother isn't feeling well and she's trying to sleep."
All five gave mutters, grumbles, or murmurs of agreement.
"Good," said Mr. Cawthon. "Goodnight, everyone."
"Night."
"Bye, Dad."
After he was gone, it was silent until Fritz whispered "Scotty is Thotty."
"GODDAMMIT FRITZ!"
"Fuck all y'all," Bonnie groaned, nonchalantly pummeling his face into a pillow.
"I win again!" Chica shouted, holding her Wii Remote like a trophy. Freddy dropped his on the ground, done with everything. Foxy collapsed onto the couch and sighed.
"Chica, we love you to bits, but..." Foxy leaned forward, holding his head in his hands.
"PLEASE go easy on us, just once!" Freddy yelled, crossing his arms.
"No can do, Freds," Chica said, walking over and ruffling his hair, which looked a little awkward since, as mentioned before, she was shorter than him.
Chica's mom poked her head through the basement door. "Do you four want snacks?"
"That would be great, thanks," said Bonnie, but she could barely hear him since his face was still mashed into a pillow.
"What?"
"He said yes to snacks, Mom," said Chica.
"Okay. I'll go get them..."
With the leaving of Chica's mother came Freddy excusing himself to the bathroom to take off his binder and replace it with a sports bra, since he, Bonnie, and Foxy were sleeping over at the only house sleepovers were possible at. With Foxy's house came the arguing of his parents and the derogatory comments towards Foxy himself (plus there wasn't much to do).
At Freddy's it was usually okay, but Freddy felt a little insecure, being from a richer family and having more things than the others. Bonnie's father and mother would sometimes have relatives over to play pool and get drunk (yes, Bonnie has a pool table)- not to mention that Blair, Bonnie's younger brother, often had friends over. Those friends including Teddy (Freddy's slightly-transphobic twin brother), CC (Chica's cousin), and Mangle (she's honestly great).
Chica's house was indeed the only option, since even though CC lived with her, she didn't bother her and her friends.
Anyway, when Freddy returned, so did Chica's mother, bringing the aforementioned snacks. Chica accepted them for the rest of the group, bringing them to the coffee table in front of the giant black L-couch.
Foxy let out a massive yawn as he reached for a chip to dip the (mild- Chica's mother is aware of the fact that neither Foxy nor Chica can take spice very well) salsa.
"Think we should call it a night?" asked Bonnie, letting his hair out of it's ponytail for comfort.
"I mean... we could stay up later," said Chica. "It's not too far past midnight."
"Chica, it's two in the morning," said Freddy.
"Not yet!"
"It basically is."
"Well, I'm going to sleep," said Foxy, grabbing the sleeping bag and standing up to spread it over the couch. The couch was his usual spot in these sleepovers.
"What about you two?" asked Chica, turning to Freddy and Bonnie, hands on her hips.
"No more Just Dance, but we could watch a movie or something?" Bonnie said, phrasing his suggestion more like a question. Freddy nodded in agreement.
"Then movie it is! Suggestions?"
"Jurassic World," said Freddy. Chica blinked. She hadn't noticed that he'd curled up in a blanket that she'd brought down. Bonnie seemed to have just noticed this as well, and seemed to be mad, as he was the one who usually got that blanket.
"Right. Bonnie, any other suggestions?" asked Chica, ignoring Foxy since he A) was usually okay with anything and B) looked like he was already asleep.
"Nah, that sounds good," said Bonnie.
"Jurassic World it is."
And there's chapter three! Hope you guys like it, and remember to review and follow!