"So, um, Foxy. I have a question for you."
"Shoot."
"I've been looking around, and I noticed the way your guys' costumes look. What's mine going to look like? English? Red, white, and blue? 'God, save the queen' type of thing?"
Today Foxy was hanging out in Ballora's room with Ballora herself (who spent almost of her time in her room) and Reggie, who was asking Foxy the question of what Reggie's costume was going to be like. Ballora was sitting right by her tea set onstage, and Reggie on the pedastal.
Foxy had just come to hang around, mostly due to him being bored and having nothing else to do (how he was on most days), so when Reggie had wanted to ask him a question, he felt like he could answer.
But now that this topic had come up, Foxy was unsure what exactly Reggie's suit would be like. He hadn't really thought about the matter beyond the fact that he needed to get a suit in the first place, something which he was unable to do at the moment, which he hadn't told Reggie. But, if anything, he highly doubted that Reggie's suit would involve England. What animatronic suits could ever be like that?
"Um, probably not." Was what Foxy replied with instead, trying to be polite to Reggie.
"Can it be PINK?" Ballora chimed in excitedly.
"No, not that either. That wouldn't make sense. Maybe we could...no, no, not a fox. That'd be too weird for me. Maybe...a bunny would be good."
"A bunny?" Reggie stuttered, taken back by this.
"Yeah."
"That's bloody ridiculous. Do I look like I hop around all the time?"
"I don't know what you do in your free time, so how would I know?"
"Exactly. And, see, I don't. What I actually do is sit here all day and watch Ballora dance and hold tea parties. And it...is dull."
"Hey, that gives me an idea. Maybe we can make him a ballerina like you, Ballora!"
"Yes, absolutely!" Ballora cheered. "Then he could dance like ME!"
Reggie looked extremely uncomfortable. "No thank you. I do not want to be a ballerina."
"Do you think you have a choice- actually, yeah, that wouldn't really work." Foxy admit, shaking his head. "What else can we do...hmm, what about a...OH, A CHICKEN! Yes, that would work! We haven't had a chicken animatronic here ever since Chica got her own location!"
"A chicken?"
"Yeah, a chicken! Man, the memories. I really miss Chica."
"Chica? Who's Chica? Is this another employee of yours?"
"Ugh, no. She got her own place, stupid chicken. Hopes she gets fried."
Foxy had, at first, felt sad about Chica. She had been one of Foxy's best friends in a long time. They had spent years in the same building together. She had always been more understanding to Foxy than the others. Freddy and Bonnie were too eccentric and childish to be the same way. He missed her, badly.
Then he felt jealous. Having a location was a high honor for the animatronics, but now Foxy was forced to live in the location of someone who was never around. Chica got to have a place to herself, meanwhile Foxy had to share a place with the other animatronics, whose antics constantly got him into trouble again and again.
And with these thoughts, he could feel his sadness and jealousy turning into anger. Why did CHICA get her own location? Why, after everything he had been through in the past location, had he not gotten one of his own? He knew he was more popular than Chica was; he got his own STAGE back then, for crying out loud!
He imagined Chica laughing as she partied around her own location, and he growled silently, his fists balling up in anger. It was so unfair. The only thing he could think now was how he was going to find Chica, cook her to a crisp, then eat her whole, that stupid, selfish, daughter of a-
"Um, Foxy? Are you okay?"
Foxy was snapped back to reality abruptly, and he looked up. Reggie was looking down at Foxy nervously, while Ballora seemed a little worried. He realized what he had been thinking and quickly closed his eyes and took a deep breath before replying.
"Nothing. It was nothing." He lied, unclenching his fists. "So, yeah, she has her own pizza place."
"She does? Maybe I should go work for her, then." Reggie replied, interested.
"Sorry, I don't think they're hiring."
"No? Well, I'll stay here for sure, then."
"Yep!"
"Hopefully my costume will look quite exquisite."
"Let's hope so."
Suddenly, everybody was interrupted by panting as Bon-Bon came running into the room.
"Foxy! I need to talk to you!" The hand-puppet yelled.
"Oh, speaking of rats, there's one right there." Reggie pointed out.
Bon-Bon squinted at Reggie. "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that." The hand-puppet looked back up at Foxy. "FOXY! I demand my own room!"
"You don't get a room, you're already staying with me!" Foxy replied. "Right, Ballora?"
"He doesn't deserve a room." Ballora muttered.
"You stay out of this!" Bon-Bon snapped, glaring at Ballora. "This doesn't concern you!"
"This is my room! Anything that happens in my room concerns me."
"I don't care! This is between me and Foxy."
"That's not how it works..."
"Bon-Bon, look." Foxy cut in. He had to prove something to the hand-puppet. "Can you stand next to this stuffed bunny?" He pointed at the stuffed bunny sitting near Ballora.
"Yeah?" Bon-Bon agreed confusedly, and he did so. Sure enough, Bon-Bon and the stuffed bunny were nearly the same size, with Bon-Bon only be a little bit bigger.
"You're almost the same size as that stuffed bunny! You're so small, I could fit you in the toy chest. So maybe that could be your room. Or in other words: you're too tiny to get a room!"
"No, I demand my own FULL-SIZE ROOM! No toy chests or boxes in general, no tiny cupboards, no mouse holes, none of that! I need a big, open room, same as you!"
"Bon-Bon, come on. You know that this a is an argument you have no way of winning. You see all these skeletons in the room? They're DEAD because you annoyed them with room complaints to the point of Muerte!"
"They're just the security guards! They were already dead BEFORE I ever came in here."
"Still!"
"No, they're not!" Ballora said. "They're my audience."
"Well, they WERE ONCE security guards." Foxy amended.
"Yeah, but now they're something better: audience members who get to watch me dance! Yay!"
"What a horrible fate. Also, what's with that one chained up over here, right by where you're sitting right now?"
"I already told you, he's my old tea party member..."
"Oh, right, you told me that the other day. My bad. Anyway, yeah, Bon-Bon, you're not getting your own room. We don't have any extra rooms! Not ONE!" This was a lie, but Foxy still didn't want someone as tiny as Bon-Bon to be taking up so much space in the pizzeria.
"Are you sure?" Bon-Bon asked suspiciously.
"Positive."
"Follow me, then. You're going to SHOW ME these apparently-taken-up rooms."
"Ha, like I'd ever agree to this."
"Fine, then I guess I'll have to stay here and annoy you until you do it!"
"I can take it."
"GIVE ME A ROOM GIVE ME A ROOM GIVE ME A ROOM GIVE ME A ROOM GIVE ME A ROOM GIVE ME A-"
"AAAGH, FINE! WE'LL DO IT! Come on, Ballora, let's just get this over with..."
"Ah, phooey." Ballora grumbled. "I hate doing these things with him. Reggie, stay here and watch the room!"
Reggie nodded carefully as Foxy, Ballora, and Bon-Bon trekked out of the room.
"Grr, stupid Bon-Bon, always getting his way." Foxy grumped as he went down the big hallway. "He's always like, 'I'm Bon-Bon, and I'm gonna whine like a little baby unless I get what I want!'"
"What was that?" Bon-Bon yelled.
"Nothing. Wait..." Foxy noticed that there were bubbles floating by in the hallway, and he knew why. "Ballora, are you seriously blowing bubbles in the hallway again?"
"What? I like bubbles, okay?" Ballora replied. "It makes the place look good, I think!"
"You can't do that! What if people come here and see those bubbles? They're going to wonder WHO blew the bubbles! Now, tell me you won't be doing it again."
"But...but...fine."
"Now, Bon-Bon, the rooms?"
"Yeah, let's see." Bon-Bon agreed. "What about...these ones?"
The hand-puppet led them over to the nearby smaller hall and over to one of the four doorways in the hall. One of the rooms housed the karaoke place, another had the theater, but the two at the end of the hall near the bigger hall were still unoccupied.
But, Foxy immediately saw problems with one of these two empty rooms being turned into Bon-Bon's room.
"No, no, you can't use these." Foxy refused. "They're being used for something else. Or at least, they might be. I don't even know what they're for right now."
"Then why can't I have one of them?"
"Because these rooms in this hallway keep being furnished out of the blue! One day, the karaoke room appeared, and after another, the theater came along! Watch, tomorrow there's probably gonna be a circus in this third room! Or a shooting gallery in this fourth room! I don't know, honestly."
"Fine, then not those ones." Bon-Bon led them back into the big hallway and looked up and down the area before running of to the doors to the second party room on the left of the hall (the one further from Ballora's room). "Then...what about this room?"
"This one?" Foxy repeated. "Um, I'm not sure if this one will work at all-" Foxy pushed the door open slightly to get a better look inside the room, but before he could react, Bon-Bon and rushed into the room. "Oh no, he got in!" Foxy and Ballora rushed in after Bon-Bon.
"I want this room!" Bon-Bon cheered, and he began quickly removing items to make space. He leaped onto the table and began throwing the cups into a trash can in the corner of the room.
Then he took the cake on the table in both of his hands and threw it towards the door, where Foxy and Ballora were standing. Foxy ducked instinctively and managed to avoid it, but Ballora was not so lucky, and the cake hit her in the face. She screamed and looked peeved, but quickly ripped the cake off of her face excitedly and began eating/licking the cake, instantly drawn to the chance of eating a sweet.
Bon-Bon then started to break up the chairs bit-by-bit into many tiny wooden pieces, but he had only done so to two of the four chairs in the room before Foxy caught his arm.
"Bon-Bon, stop this and calm down!" Foxy ordered.
"What? This is my room now! I'm just cleaning it out!" Bon-Bon replied unhappily.
"You know that when the HUMANS come, they're going to wonder why stuff is MISSING!"
"No, they'll say: 'Oh, it's Bon-Bon's room! We shouldn't be in here.' and they'll leave it alone."
"It doesn't work that way."
"Yes it does!"
"No, it really doesn't!" Ballora cut in, who had completely finished the cake by now and was refocusing on the matter at hand. "You can't just break stuff and say that it's yours!"
"Um, Ballora, that's kind of how you do stuff." Foxy reminded her.
"Well, that's because only I can! Under the rules of the pizzeria, if I break anything, I own it!"
"Wait, really?" Foxy stuttered, though he knew that Ballora was fibbing, because he had read the pizzeria rulebook a little before, and nothing in there said anything about Ballora being able to break stuff and call it her own.
"Then why can't this rule go to BON-BON as well?" Bon-Bon demanded.
"Because you're the size of Mr. Fluffy, and Mr. Fluffy doesn't get his own room, so therefore you don't either."
"BUT I'M SURPERIOR TO MR. FLUFFY!"
"Woah, woah, Bon-Bon, don't say that so loudly!" Foxy warned Bon-Bon. "Remember, she can rip your face off!"
"Never say that again." Ballora threatened. "Or else your face is going to come off for the second time."
"Is that a threat?" Bon-Bon challenged.
"Well, yes, actually. It is."
"Yes, that was a legit threat." Foxy confirmed. "Not even a warning. In fact, not even a threat; it's a promise, I think."
"Oh, I like promises. And I keep my promises, too."
"A promise, eh?" Bon-Bon assessed.
"Yeah, a promise. That's kind of a problem for you." Foxy whispered to Bon-Bon.
"Nope! This is my room now."
"All of your stuff is in my room! And when Gregory comes back, he's going to wonder where you are!"
"Gregory will be SAD!" Ballora joined in.
Bon-Bon looked a little skittish to hear this, but resolutely ploughed on. "I-I'll bring Gregory into the room! It'll be our Funtime palace!"
"Eh, not really." Foxy added. "This room really isn't big enough for a palace. If anything, it'd be a grotto. If that. Maybe even a shire, if whoever owned the room would be lucky enough."
"Oooh! I like shires!" Ballora commented cheerily. "They have little people with big feet. They're like little baby bigfoots!"
"Uh, watch how you say that, because they may not like that term."
"Which one? Baby, or bigfoot?"
"Both."
"Oh, okay."
"Anyway, Bon-Bon- hey!" Bon-Bon had run off while Foxy and Ballora had been talking and was just now fleeing the room. Foxy and Ballora followed the hand-puppet.
"Don't worry, I'm just gonna go get my stuff." Bon-Bon told them as he ran down the small hallway and Foxy gave chase. Ballora was slower than Foxy and had already fallen behind.
"No, Bon-Bon! Slow down!" Foxy called, exasperated.
"It's no big deal!"
"Get back here!"
As he entered the main room, Foxy lunged for Bon-Bon, but the hand-puppet zigzagged through Foxy's feet and continued running.
"Hey, stop it!" Foxy complained. Ugh, he's so small that he keeps running through my feet!
They had reached the cove room by now, and Bon-Bon ran for the trapdoor on the stage. Thankfully for Foxy, Bon-Bon could not open doors.
"Ha ha! You can't get in!" Foxy cried, grinning.
"Come on, I need to get my stuff." Bon-Bon pressed.
"No, you don't! You don't need anything! What clothing do you even have to take with you, anyway? Underwear that you put on your head or something?" Foxy asked jokingly.
"Yes I have stuff."
"Wait, what?"
"Yeah, my mask!"
"Ewww!" Ballora groaned, grossed out as she entered the room. "That's disgusting."
"So that mask you had from the security guards' clothes...that was underwear?!" Foxy processed.
"No, I never said that!" Bon-Bon exclaimed.
"You just said that right now! 'It's my mask!' Congratulations, you just told us."
"Hey, don't put words in my mouth."
"You said it yourself! 'My mask is made out of underwear!'"
"No, you asked: 'Do you have clothing or underwear?' and I replied: 'Yes, I have stuff. My mask.'"
"Yeah, see?! You basically said it! That mask is underwear! Well, WAS. Not anymore."
"Urrgh…"
"Ha, I just silenced you, so I win. Come on, let's go back in my room and lay down or relax or something."
Foxy opened the trapdoor and led the others into the back room. Nothing had changed about it, except for a big suitcase that Bon-Bon had bought yesterday that was sitting on the chest of drawers.
"You know, on the topic of laying down, I don't think there's anything in this room that was can lay down on." Foxy noted. "You know, I wish that furniture salesman would come back so we can get a bed."
"What's this?" Ballora asked, staring at the cage.
"Oh, that. That was where Gregory was staying when he was here. But he's gone missing."
"Did you ever find him?"
"I think he's with Freddy. To be honest, I don't know exactly what they could be doing if they are together."
"That's something else I need to take while I'm here." Bon-Bon mentioned. The hand-puppet grabbed the cage and stuffed it into the suitcase. "There, I've got the cage. Now, to look through here..." Bon-Bon started riffling through the drawers in the chest of drawers, searching for his stuff.
"Why is he looking through there?" Ballora wondered. "What could he possibly wear?"
"Underwear." Foxy stated simply.
"My wrestling mask." Bon-Bon countered.
"Still underwear that he wears on his head. And a big skirt that doesn't fit him, apparently."
Bon-Bon came out from the drawers with his wrestling mask and the skirt and put them both inside the suitcase. Then he went over to the drawers in Foxy's desk and began searching through there. Then, the hand-puppet gasped, and glared at Foxy furiously.
"Hey! Did you take my dynamite?!" The hand-puppet yelled.
"Uh, no, it's just been missing for a while." Foxy lied, then he went over to Ballora and whispered to her. "I got rid of it some time ago. Had to prevent him from blowing anything else up."
"Why does he have dynamite?" Ballora inquired, seeming concerned at the prospect of Bon-Bon having access to explosives.
"I don't know! I've never found out where he got it from!"
"Maybe he got it from that one website. Amazon, I think."
"Well, even if he is, I'm still not sure how he keeps smuggling TNT into the room!"
Foxy then turned his attention the hand-puppet in the room. Bon-Bon had stopped looking through the drawers and had stared at Foxy and Ballora as they talked. Now both sides were staring at each other awkwardly.
"Hi." Foxy greeted, unsure of what to say.
"Hello?" Bon-Bon replied confusedly.
"He's just staring at us..." Ballora said uncomfortably.
"That's...creepy." Foxy agreed. But Foxy still needed to convince Bon-Bon that getting a new room was a bad idea, so he stepped towards Bon-Bon. "See? You have nothing to worry about. You can stay with me."
"Thanks, but no thanks." Bon-Bon said, and the hand-puppet reached into the suitcase and pulled out his wrestling mask. "It's time I get my own room to stay in. Being your roommate has worked for a while, but it's been tiring. I think we're both better off in separate rooms."
Foxy paused at this. Back when Bon-Bon had first moved in, Foxy had felt the same way; he was not welcome to the idea of having to share a room with somebody else and had wanted to get Bon-Bon out. But now that he knew more about the hand-puppet, he didn't completely trust Bon-Bon to be on his own. He was still afraid that Bon-Bon would end up getting more dynamite and blowing up more than just Puppet's fridge.
And, besides that, Bon-Bon had also grew on him. Ever since the hand-puppet had stopped being a bully and started being a friend, Foxy had appreciated his company more than anyone.
Bon-Bon pulled on his wrestling mask, and Ballora gasped.
"Ew, there's a stain on it!" She shrieked. "Gross!"
"I'll clean it. It's just my underwear- I mean, wrestling mask." Bon-Bon replied accidentally.
"Ah-HA! So you admit to it!" Foxy exclaimed.
Bon-Bon looked a little flustered. "No, I didn't!"
"Bon-Bon wears underwear masks! Bon-Bon wears underwear masks!" Foxy and Ballora chanted in a childish manner.
"STOP IT!"
"Woah, sorry." Foxy apologized, ending the chanting.
"I don't wear underwear masks, end of story. Now, I'm taking Gregory's cage and my clothes and I'm heading to my new room." Bon-Bon closed up the suitcase and lugged it behind him as he left the room.
"Hey, come back!" Foxy and Ballora chased after Bon-Bon.
"Come on, Bon-Bon! We can talk this out!" Foxy plead as he followed Bon-Bon into the big hallway. "You don't need a room, you're too short! You might get lost! You need a big fox- or a bear, which sounds weird to say- to guide you through these times!"
"Or a ballerina!" Ballora added.
"No! I'm an independent bunny now." Bon-Bon refused. "I don't need anybody besides Gregory."
"But, Bon-Bon!" Foxy yelled.
"Um, guys?" Ballora interrupted. "I think you need to see this."
Foxy and Bon-Bon quite arguing and turned to see what Ballora was talking about.
Puppet was standing in front of the same party room from earlier, and the door was open, showing that the room was now completely blocked by a massive amount of crates.
"PUPPET!" Bon-Bon bellowed, looking furious. "What did you do to my room?!"
"Wait, huh?" Puppet stuttered, and he turned and saw the others standing there. "Oh, hey guys!"
"Uh, hey." Foxy said. "What's happening here?"
"I've got some great news for you all. Look! I found a place to store all of my plungers!"
"Oh, awesome! Where, though?"
"In this room that was empty and unused!" Puppet pointed at the party room and all of the crates now inside of it.
Bon-Bon went over and stared at the crates, looking heartbroken. "My...my room..."
"Your room? What are you talking about? There's no name here."
"My...room..."
Ballora laughed loudly. "HAHAHAHAH! Wow, can you believe it? His 'palace' is now the PLUNGER room! AHAHAHAHAH!"
"And he's still wearing underwear as his hat! HAHAHAHAH!" Foxy guffawed.
"Stop it..." Bon-Bon moaned.
"Hey, don't worry." Puppet said, and he leaned over and closed the door to the room. "Since I'm such a nice person, you can live with my plungers."
Foxy, Ballora, and Puppet let out a long round of laughter at this line.
"This is unfair! This room was supposed to be 'Bon-Bon's and Gregory's Palace'!" Bon-Bon roared.
"Not anymore. Since nobody was using that room, I decided to. Now it's the plunger room."
Bon-Bon stared breathing heavily and roughly, staring at Puppet with murderous intent.
"Bon-Bon, don't get angry." Foxy told Bon-Bon carefully.
"Woah, look out. He's gonna use his underwear wrestling powers to attack us." Ballora joked.
"Aw, don't worry. I'm the wrestling champ! If he does, I can fight him off."
"I CAN EASILY TAKE YOU OUT ANYTIME!" Bon-Bon challenged angrily.
"Eh, you keep telling yourself that." Foxy patted Bon-Bon on the head condescendingly. Then everybody besides Bon-Bon let out another round of laughter.
"What could he do, bite our ankles?" Ballora teased.
"Nope, he couldn't. He tries to, but he can't since he STILL HAS A CAVITY! Don't know how you get a cavity as a robot, but he does."
"Wait, you have a cavity, Bon-Bon?"
"No!" Bon-Bon denied.
"Oh, don't deny it, you do! Don't fret, okay? I know a great dentist."
"Say, you keep talking about this great dentist that I never plan to see." Foxy mentioned. "Is it Dr. O?"
"Maybe."'
"Not going."
"But he's very famous!"
"Nope, still not going."
"Everyone knows him!"
"Not going."
"Oh, we'll see about that."
"Augh, this is frustrating!" Bon-Bon grumbled, and he began edging away from the others. "I'm so angry..."
"What are you gonna do about it?" Foxy taunted. "Someone as short as you can't do much to stop us."
"Guess you're going to have to move back in AFTER ALL!" Ballora laughed.
Bon-Bon stopped for a moment, and stared at the ground, then looked back at the others. "Then...I'll move to Puppet's place, because he took mine!" The hand-puppet ran down the hall towards Puppet's room.
Instantly, the smiles on the faces of Foxy, Ballora, and Puppet were gone.
"What are you talking about?" Puppet asked, squinting.
"Don't do this." Foxy warned. "It's not a good idea. We've talked about this before."
"No!" Bon-Bon cried, and he ran into the auditorium. The others followed him.
"You're not allowed in here." Puppet declared, and the marionette ran over to the box and raised his arms protectively, trying to block the entrance.
"Bon-Bon, this is a bad thing to do. Remember what I told you about." Foxy voiced. "The secret."
"He took my place." Bon-Bon repeated. "This is my payback."
"I didn't take your place, the plungers did." Puppet claimed. "Besides, there was no name on it. It seemed free to use to me."
"He has a point! You didn't exactly leave a note saying it was yours..." Foxy agreed. "Kind of got yourself in the middle of this one. And the other party rooms were claimed by, uh, Francis, who's, uh, definitely having a birthday party there. For sure. Uh, no lie."
"Yeah, uh, those birthday rooms are, uh, totally booked. No room left." Ballora added, seeing how Foxy was approaching this.
Bon-Bon was silent for a long minute. Then he looked up at Puppet.
"Just watch." Bon-Bon whispered darkly. "One day, I will return to my size, and I will be strong enough to stop this from ever happening...again."
"Well, if you're so sure, than you can have this potty tea." Ballora offered, pulling out a cup of said tea. "It'll make you big and strong."
Bon-Bon growled and turned away. Foxy was also silent.
Foxy was beginning to think that maybe their teasing and bullying had been taken too far. Bon-Bon had just wanted a room, but they had taken his desire to epic proportions and now Bon-Bon was pretty much guaranteed not to have a room anytime soon. Foxy, while still hard-pressed about not giving Bon-Bon a room, felt bad for the hand-puppet. Maybe it was time for him to apologize and set things right again.
"Actually, you know what?" Foxy cut in. "We've all been a bit too mean to Bon-Bon. Let's stop, okay?" Ballora said nothing, but nodded reluctantly. Puppet was silent. Foxy then walked over to Bon-Bon and squatted down so he could see the hand-puppet better. "Bon-Bon...I'm sorry. That is to say...WE'RE sorry."
"No." Puppet muttered.
"Puppet." Foxy warned, then turned back to Bon-Bon. "Bon-Bon, don't worry. Eventually, you'll find your own room. Just...not today. We're sorry for how far we took things, okay?"
"I'm not." Puppet continued. "He was being a menace, and as far as I'm concerned, this place embodies a democracy. I was there first, so there's no argument to be had about this."
"N-no...you weren't." Bon-Bon whispered without turning back towards the animatronics.
"Technically, you were both there first." Foxy reasoned. "It was kind of a hand-to-hand thing."
"Don't you get it?!" Puppet sighed. "He was getting in the way for no reason. He deserved this-"
"STOP." Foxy commanded, and Puppet went silent. Then Foxy looked back at Bon-Bon again. "Bon-Bon, I know you might not want to forgive me. So how about this...you can officially have a part of my room."
Bon-Bon didn't utter a word. Then he slowly turned around, his eyes peering up at Foxy through his wrestling mask. "...Most of the room?"
"Some of the room. Look, please just accept this. I already gave Gregory a spot, didn't I? That shows that I like having you around. Please, just say yes. Then we can let this whole thing go, and just go back to being us."
Bon-Bon was once again silent. He blinked once, then looked at the floor, then back at Foxy. Then he sighed deeply.
"Fine." He said finally.
"Hooray!" Ballora cheered. "You guys can be roommates FOREVER!"
"Yeah, I think we can work this out again." Foxy said, nodding. "You know, originally I didn't want to have him there. I thought sharing a room with somebody was dumb. But, like a tumor...I guess he grew on me."
"Ew, gross!" Ballora whined. "But, accurate."
"And, you know what?" Puppet said, climbing down from the box. "Since I'm such a nice guy, how about this. When all of the plungers get used up...then you can have the room."
"Oh, you're so nice." Bon-Bon grunted sarcastically. "I can understand what you mean."
"It's a lifetime supply..." Foxy brought up. "So the plungers will never run out. I see."
"Of course it has to be this way."
"Hey, actually, this isn't a problem. A human living here in America might only live around 79.8 years, but we're different, since we're animatronics."
"But which lifespan are we talking about?" Ballora asked. "Bunny years, human years, or animatronic years?"
The animatronics contemplated this for a moment.
"Hmm, I don't know." Puppet said, shaking his head. "The pizzeria brochure didn't say anything about that."
"Yeah, that's right." Foxy agreed.
"I guess we'll find out as our life goes on." Ballora decided.
"Who knows how long we could live?" Bon-Bon told the others. "Puppet's life might be coming to an end soon. Hee, hee!"
"Wow, that...is kind of dark." Foxy pointed out, a little disturbed to hear this.
"That was horrible..." Ballora mumbled.
"Bon-Bon, what do you mean by that? Are you going to scoop him or something? Wait, scoop? What am I talking about?"
"Oh, so you remember..."
"Remember WHAT?!"
"You already said the answer to that."
"No, I didn't! I don't remember anything about a 'scoop', or whatever it was! Quiet!"
"One day, I'm gonna take that voice in your head, and maybe smash it into the ground." Ballora said. "It's kind of annoying."
"Get rid of me? Big words for someone who knows so little. Oh, just you wait until you find out what I'll do to you once it begins. Just. You. WAIT!"
"Uh, anyway, I'm gonna head back to my room!" Foxy interrupted. "Come on, Bon-Bon, let's go. Bye, everybody."
"Bye! I'm gonna go fil out more brochures." Puppet told Foxy as he retreated back into his box.
"I'm gonna dance around the place!" Ballora announced as she ran out of the room.
"And we're gonna head out of here. Let's go." Foxy ushered Bon-Bon out of the room so they could head back to Foxy's room.
"I'm gonna need to replace Gregory's cage..." Bon-Bon cited as he followed Foxy into the main room.
"Yeah, you will." Foxy responded. "If Gregory comes back, he'll be so sad if his cage isn't there."
"Really?"
"Yes! Maybe he's back right now, wondering where we are! Let's get home before he leaves"
"Oh my god, no! Gregory, I'm coming!"
They ran through the main room and into the cove room, and Foxy scrambled down the trapdoor and through the small passage into the back room. Then he decided to continue his joke by tricking Bon-Bon into thinking Gregory really was there.
"Oh, Gregory! You're back!" Foxy exclaimed falsely.
"WHERE?!" Bon-Bon screamed, running into the room at lightning speed.
"I lied, he's not back. Sorry."
"...why do you do this kind of stuff to me?" Bon-Bon muttered as he opened the suitcase and put Gregory's cage back in the same spot as before, as well as put all of his belongings back into the chest of drawers.
"You kind of walk yourself into it. Well, not all of the time. Sorry for playing a joke, okay? I was just playing around."
"Fine, I forgive you."
"Well, I'm gonna deactivate. Need to recharge."
"Me too."
"Good night, then."
"Night."
They both deactivated themselves where they stood, recharging their energy for tomorrow...