Words in Chapter: 1223
Written: April 1, 2015
Current Characters: Mike, Jeremy, Fritz, Freddy, Foxy, Goldie, Mangle, Chica, Bonnie, Mr. Fazbear, ?
Warnings: Humanized.

The two looked at each other in amusement, each not expecting the other to have spoken up, but neither retracted their statement, even when the others started to object.

"Are you insane? You can't-!"

"How are you going to-?"

"I thought you said-"

Foxy raised his hands, silencing them all without raising his own voice. He sighed, rubbing the soft pad of his palm against his useless eye to try to relieve some of the pain that resided there just beneath the skin.

"I'll start with you, Mike. I know what I said, but I figured we'd end up here. I love kids, I just... didn't think I'd be getting one so soon. I'm still trying to get Margaret through school. And I'm doing it by myself, which makes it harder. But if I'm the father... I should do what I can to help. I'd end up paying child support anyway. This'll just make it easier for everyone," he said, ending with a shrug. Mangle reached up and took his hand.

"And we can always just childproof the apartment. We rearranged and changed everything after the accident and we've done fine. Our schedules are flipped too, so when I'm not home he is, and when he's at work I'm at home," she added. "You need someone to take the child, and both of us are willing, what's the problem?"

"You're still in school, he's working more hours than he can handle, and a child is a lot of extra stress... Are you sure you want to take that on?" Freddy asked. They nodded, to which he just exhaled. "There you go, Gold. The parents for your baby."

She stepped toward them, a trembling hand pressed to her mouth and tears filling her eyes. Then a moment later she was hugging Foxy so tightly it knocked the air from his lungs and he had to hold his own arm to keep from clawing her to get her off so he could breathe. She held onto great fistfuls of the back of his shirt.

"Th-thank you," she said sincerely. She tightened her grip on him, not hearing the pained wheeze he gave. It was only when a chuckling Freddy pulled her back that she let go. She continued to smile up at him, utterly relieved. "You're helping me so much, Foxy… I never wanted to get an abortion, and knowing my father he'd force me to do it… You'll be a good father, I know it."

He kept quiet, moving to stand behind Mangle's wheelchair as if it use her as a barrier against the rest of them. He rubbed at his good hand with the fake fingers of the prosthetic, shooting a look at Freddy that had the larger man walking off toward the kitchen. When he returned, it was a painkiller in his hand and a glass of water in the other. He handed it over and Foxy took it quickly, though he nursed the water.

They got settled in the living room, turning on some sort of action movie that Mike didn't pay much attention to beyond the opening chase scene. He was wedged between Freddy and Foxy as Bonnie and Chica had raced off ahead of the rest of them to claim the arm chair. She was in his lap, and Bonnie kept kissing the length of her neck and whispering to her so she giggled noisily. The sounds they were making were distracting, and they took from the excitement that the movie was trying to make its viewers feel. And while he wasn't particularly bothered by it, they were a young couple in love after all and they were quite happy, it was making it hard to hear the dialogue and Goldie's occasional teasing comment didn't help matters.

It was Freddy who finally asked them to cut it out or at least try to quiet down, about half an hour into the movie. He himself had been fidgeting, shifting almost constantly so the couch creaked and squeaked, seemingly unable to sit still for once. He grabbed the remote and cranked up the volume which made the surround sound speakers startle Foxy who had begun to drift off. Bonnie and Chica said their apologies quickly and fell silent to avoid the bear's wrath. He sunk further into the couch cushions and sulked. Beside him, Mangle giggled.

"Relax," she teased. "It's just a movie. You can rewatch it again later when they're not around. Don't let them get to you, Fred."

Mike thought he saw a rosy tint in Freddy's cheeks. The entertainer grunted in reply, only earning another airy laugh from the vulpine girl. She reached over and gave his arm a comforting pat, her touch lingering on his arm. Upon glancing past Mangle's shoulder, he saw Goldie watching them. Two sets of blue eyes met, and the woman's were filled with a familiar sort anticipation and he knew at that moment what she was thinking, especially when she briefly looked to her brother and back.

He looked away when he felt Foxy move, the ex-entertainer's hip pressing into his leg as he tried to get more comfortable. He held his breath for a moment, holding still until the adjusting stopped and Foxy groaned in defeat. He leaned in close to the redhead to be heard over the movie without disturbing Freddy.

"You could go to sleep."

"Not really nice to do to company, is it?"

"You're exhausted, they understand. Go ahead and nap," he said quietly. Foxy debated it for a second longer before shrugging and giving in, shifting again to be sitting upright properly. He tipped his head back and closed his eyes, falling asleep within a few short minutes. Mike smiled to himself, going back to watching the movie as best he could while trying to tune out the soft conversation occurring off to his immediate right.

At one point, much later on in the movie, Goldie's phone chimed and she went off to answer it, muttering to herself as she did. Mike thought he caught the word 'stalker' in there somewhere but wasn't quite sure. He was watching as she came back though, her skin a little paler and her shoulders a little more hunched. She returned to her seat with an apple in hand that she bit into viciously, apparently taking her anger out on an innocent fruit instead of one of the others. She looked in his direction then stubbornly went back to watching the movie, almost daring him to call her out on the cell phone conversation. He didn't.

Luckily for her, his attention was drawn away from her as Foxy moved in his sleep so his head came to rest on Mike's shoulder. Startled, the server tried his best to stay still to not wake him. His hand moved to rest on the couch beside Foxy's knee then back up onto his own, for he felt that one of the others would call him out on it if he even touched the taller man.

"Is he asleep?" Chica asked suddenly. Mike looked up to find the others all focused on him and Foxy and shrugged the shoulder Foxy wasn't currently using for a pillow. The female entertainer smiled.

"Looks like you and Fox are staying the night, Margaret," Goldie said. Mangle just smiled.