See, what'd I say? This one's getting finished, guaranteed!

Also, quick side tangent, a friend of mine DM'd me through Twitter, and suggested a writing collab. Now, I said politely that I wouldn't, but I need a second opinion. Should I do this? I mean, I think my visions would clash heavily with his, and it'd be apparent that there was a struggle.

But, whaddya think? Leave a review, and tell me!

The first date couldn't have gone any more perfectly.

After they'd eaten, Foxy quickly paid for the food, and left a tip. He did it mainly just to look like a good person to Mangle, as he really wanted to impress her.

The only thing was, it was only perfect for Foxy. Mangle's mind was elsewhere.

She went through the date, eating. She wished hadn't agreed to this. He made small talk occasionally, but mostly they just shot flirty looks back and forth.

She wanted to be back at the room, just talking to Foxy. She didn't want a relationship with him, but he'd kill himself if he knew that she hadn't put much effort into the date. She'd hurt him enough already.

However, towards the end she got back in tune with her current surroundings. She learned to accept Foxy. He loved her, through all of her flaws. He didn't care about her flaws, either. But, if he could see past her flaws, why couldn't she see past his?

He was always a very internal person. But when he opened up, he wore his heart on his sleeve. He told Mangle every little detail, not caring what thoughts he might provoke. She enjoyed that honesty.

She began to think more and more, and realised that's what dating was. Full honesty and transparency with one another. No stone left unturned. When Foxy got her attention for the last time, they got up and left.

Foxy had a satisfied grin plastered to his face, whilst Mangle had a more stoic expression. She couldn't shake the thought that he was willing to spend money, to sacrifice his own hard work, just for her. She felt special.

All he'd ever talk about when it came to his love life was her. While she did know he had no one else, she still felt special being the only one he'd pay for. She smiled at that thought.

As they walked, she laid her head on his shoulder. He smiled and wrapped his arm around her.

She yawned, and Foxy's smile grew seemingly warmer, whilst also growing a bit more weary. She could tell he was as tired as she was.

When they returned to the hotel room, she sat down on the bed, ready to just tuck in and sleep for the night. But, Foxy had other plans. He sat down next to her, enveloping her in his arms. She smiled weakly, her fatigue taking over her ability to express herself.

She turned to face Foxy, wrapping her legs around him. He leaned forward, forcing Mangle down onto the pillow. He smiled at her. He got up quickly, and turned down the lights.

"Don't get too crazy with this," Mangle warned playfully. "It's only the first date."

"Don't worry, it's not what you think," he replied.

He slid his arms up her back, rubbing slightly. He wouldn't dream of even touching her tonight, just something simple. He leaned in, pressing his lips against hers. Each closed their eyes, growing passionate with their kiss.

He pulled away slowly, opening his eyes back to see his beautiful girlfriend. She smiled tiredly at him. He moved his hands away, and slid into bed next to her.

"I can see you're tired," he whispered. "I guess I should let you sleep."

Mangle giggled quietly, before closing her eyes. Foxy continued to observe, but only for a moment, before shutting his own eyes.

He awoke the next morning, Mangle still sleeping peacefully next to him. He felt secure knowing she didn't get up and move in the night. He would be fine with it, though. Sleeping with each other was a bit of a stretch. Though, had the relationship been further along, it would've been a disheartening factor.

He smiled, not moving from his position. He watched as Mangle slept. He was still feeling kinda drowsy himself.

He assumed today would be a lazy day between the two of them. They'd just mess about, enjoying each other's company, perhaps have a long conversation. He was glad to have Mangle, even as just a friend to lean on.

He wished he could've had more of those.

Their loss, he thought to himself. Who's the one with the steady job and best girlfriend in the world? he asked rhetorically to himself.

He wrapped his arms around Mangle's resting body. He slowly closed his eyes, returning back to the realm of rest.

As Mangle slept, she dreamt. She dreamt of Foxy. He cared about her more than himself, and would do anything for her. Mangle knew any other girl would take advantage of him for that, and use him for their bidding. If they knew about him, they'd compete over him just to use him.

That thought sickened her. People would be so deceptive, as to break the heart of someone to get ahead. To take someone so innocent, so precious, and drop their self esteem faster than they'd fall off a cliff.

She thought back to last night's date. She hadn't been very enthusiastic, one-sided, some may argue. But now, she realised just how much she was loved, and how much she loved him back. Even if she didn't legitimately love him, she at least wouldn't use him like that. Quite the opposite, in fact. He was a nice guy, and deserved better, but his heart was apparently set.

When she finally opened her eyes, she had arms wrapped loosely around her neck, resting on her shoulders. Though, Foxy was getting somewhat uncomfortably close. She felt his deep breathing against her neck, and heard it loud and clear. She smiled and rolled her eyes. She got up, and dressed herself.

When she sat back down on the bed, she began to run her hands through Foxy's hair, playing with it. The red locks were a fun thing to mess with, giving him even more of a bedhead than he had previously. She smiled to herself, realising it was these moments that came with dating. What had she been so blind to before? This was great!

She felt movement, and realise Foxy was finally waking up. She moved her hands to her lap, as he sat up and stretched. He yawned, and smiled at her.

"Took ya long enough," she said sarcastically.

"I was awake before you, I just felt like sleeping again," Foxy replied.

"Likely story."

"Good mornin', Mangle."

"Good morning, Foxy."

"Have anything in mind today?" Foxy asked.

"Not particularly," Mangle replied. "You?"

"I suppose we could just hang here and have a lazy day."

"Ehh, doesn't sound like too much fun. I don't feel like doing nothing."

"I suppose we could come up with something."

"Well then, what're we waiting for?! Let's put our heads together and think of something!"

"How about the carnival?" Foxy suggested. "That's in town, right now. I'd imagine it's be fun."

"Yeah! Let's go!" Mangle replied excitedly.

When they arrived, Mangle looked around in wonder, whilst Foxy had a look of boredom plastered to his face.

"It was bigger last year," he said monotonously.

"Oh, shush. Size doesn't matter," Mangle replied.

Foxy snorted. He then began to laugh. Mangle looked at him funny, before realising the words that had dropped from her mouth.

"Fuck you," she said.

"Ah, haha, sorry, that's just- hah, too damn funny!" He replied.

"Bastard," she said playfully.

Foxy pointed at a booth that had you knocking down pins with a baseball.

"Hey, I can pitch pretty well. Wanna try that?" He asked.

"Just to see how much you suck," Mangle said snidely.

"Alright, let's bet on it," Foxy said confidently. "If I win, you have to suck my dick when we get back to the room."

"Alright. If I win, you have to strip down in front of the whole carnival and yell, 'I'mma monkey!' at the top of your lungs."

"Deal."

They shook on the deal. Foxy walked confidently up to the booth, and laid the man for one ball. He began to psych himself up.

Alright Foxy, your dignity and a blowjob are on the line. Don't fuck this up, or everyone will see your bare naked ass.

He took a deep breath, and threw the ball. Not only did he knock down the pins he was supposed to, but then ball ricocheted back towards him. He stepped out of the way, and a girly "Oww!" was shouted behind him. It wasn't Mangle, thankfully.

He swiftly pivoted on his foot, and before looking down to see who was holding their eye in pain. "Get up ye fuckin' crybaby," he said in his most posh pirate accent. He knew it was Bonnie.

"Alright, fuckhead, I'm sorry for what I said. You happy now?" Bonnie said angrily.

"I will be when you get on your knees and suck Freddy's dick in front of me. That'll be a sight to see," Foxy replied.

"Hey!" Freddy said, taking offence. "I'm not gay!"

"We all know you are, Fred. If Chica were here, she'd be on my side, as well. Why don't you two just make out right here?" Foxy asked.

"Because I'm not gay," Bonnie replied.

Foxy began laughing uncontrollably. "Good one, Bon! Didn't know ya had a good sense of humour!"

Bonnie looked unamused while Foxy laughed his ass off. Mangle stood by, asking herself why she agreed to that bet.

"Foxy, I think it's time we move on," Mangle said hurriedly, grabbing his wrist.

"Sorry, heh. That was just too fucking easy," Foxy replied.

They walked off in the direction of another booth, while Bonnie and Freddy stood unamused.

"Y'know, I would've been fine if you'd've punched him for that," Freddy said.

"I know. I'll get him back. Don't you worry," Bonnie said.

"Hey, um, stupid question, but... Would you ever..." Freddy sighed, "consider going gay? I mean, if you want to ridicule me for asking that, then I'm fine, but, would you?"

"Who wants to know?"

"Me, dumbass."

"Why?"

"Because, I- I think-" Freddy sighed again. He moved in on Bonnie, kissing him on the lips. "Because, that."

"Freddy, if it were you, I'd let you have a 24-hour-long pent-up frustration outlet on my ass in the form of fucking. You're literally the only person I'd go gay for."

"Good to hear... 'Cause either way, when we got back home, I'd be going to town on someone. Either you, or your sister."

"Oh, fuck you," Bonnie said playfully.

"No, fuck you."

Mangle pulled Foxy to the side.

"Quit acting so immature. It only brings you down to their level," Mangle told him.

"Look, it's just this once. I've been planning that since we walked in the door," Foxy retaliated.

"Foxy, that was literally five minutes ago."

"Mangle, that means nothing. In that five minutes, I spotted them, planned their route in my head, got to the booth, planned the rough trajectory of the ball, and threw it. It's not that much to accomplish."

"You act like you could go through an act of Parliament in thirty seconds flat."

"I probably could, but there wasn't much to get through. Everything was already set up, I just had to be quick."

"Either way, that just proves your immaturity. You stooped to his level just to have a cheap laugh. I thought you were better than that."

"From the point I decided on a blowjob as my prize, you should've known my immaturity level," Foxy stated.

"Actually, no. Pretty much any guy would've done that," Mangle shot back. "But either way, I still think you could've chose a better prize. Like, the whole caboodle?"

"I mean, I think a blowjob would be better, but that's just my personal thinking. Reason being, sex requires effort on both parts, mainly the male. Both the male and the female get something out of it. Whereas, if it's just a BJ, the male puts in little effort, and he gets something out of it."

"I love how we're discussing this like normal people," Mangle said sarcastically.

"I know," Foxy replied. He stepped forwards, wrapping his arms around her, and pulling her into a hug. "You know, it was only a joke, anyways. I'd never torture you like that. You're a woman, not an object."

"Thanks, Foxy. But, I still feel obligated to hold up my end of the bet."

Foxy kissed her forehead. "Just forget about the bet," he assured her. "You're all the pleasure I'll ever want."

"But if I wanna see it?" She asked, running her fingers between his legs.

"Not here," Foxy said. "That's for later."

Mangle giggled a bit, before kissing him. "I know it's been short, but thanks for today."

"Mangle, Mangle... We're just getting started!"

"Does Mangle have any concept of boundaries?" Bonnie asked incessantly.

"Bonnie, my God. You just want a reason to hate Foxy and his girlfriend," Freddy answered. "But, to be fair, he did hit you in the eye with a baseball."

"Yeah."

"I suppose I can call you Black Eye Bonnie for awhile."

"That's not even remotely clever," Bonnie stated, annoyed.

"I know, I just wanna tick you off," Freddy replied.

Bonnie punched Freddy in the arm as hard as he could.

"Oh, ow. That girly punch made me feel so much pain," Freddy said sarcastically.

"I hate you."

"Love you, too, Bon."

The day went on, the couple of Mangle and Foxy was one never happier. The two were both saddened, however, when they realised that the day was soon to close out. The could've gone late into the night, but they were already exhausted from the day they'd had.

"Mangle, it's getting to be about that time," Foxy said. "We should head back, get an early start on resting up. I start that new job tomorrow, remember?"

"Oh, yeah," Mangle replied, a bit upset by the thought of not having Foxy for tomorrow. She wanted the boy all to herself, no one else. Hers, and hers alone. But, she knew she couldn't have it that way.

They walked all the way back to the hotel room, the nighttime having fully taken over by the time they got back. Mangle undressed herself down to her undergarments, and Foxy took off his pants and sailor's jacket, remaining with only a white t-shirt and boxer shorts.

"Are you really comfortable with this movement?" Mangle asked. "I can put more clothing on, if you wish.

Foxy sat down on the bed, and began to crawl in her direction.

"Nah," he assured her. "I think it just shows how comfortable we are with each other." He placed his right hand on her shoulder, and kissed her. "I really enjoyed today."

"Me, too," Mangle replied. "We need to have more dates that are just us doing fun stuff."

"Well, tomorrow night we could," Foxy began, "go to the night club, and get a bit tipsy, if we wish."

"I get a little bit tipsy every time you kiss me," Mangle said, lovingly.

"Oh, really?" Foxy asked in a low, manly voice. Their lips met, and he began to rub Mangle's back.

She placed her arms on his shoulders, her hands dangling behind his back. He pulled away slightly, only to let their lips meet again. They enjoyed each other's kisses more than anything.

"Sorry to end this little session of ecstasy," Foxy began, "but, we need to get to sleep."

"Yeah," Mangle replied, yawning. "I suppose you're right."

They laid down next to each other, holding one another as they each drifted into the land of dreams, to rest before tomorrow's events.