Speaking Types:
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Here we go. Brand new day. Foxy thought as he exited his back room and came into his cove, the curtains still shut. Today was yet another day, yet it was already different. I hope everyone's willing to stop being so mad at me for the whole voice thing. And also...Bon-Bon isn't here again.
Foxy had woke up this morning to Bon-Bon not being anywhere in the room, with Gregory's cage door hanging open and Gregory himself absent from the cage.
It's sad that he took Gregory away and left the room without even telling me, then went to Puppet's room...well, I think he went there, at least. I wonder if Puppet even knows whether or not Bon-Bon might be there. I guess I'll go and find out.
Foxy opened his curtains and proceeded through his room and into the main room. As soon as he came in, he saw Baby walking up to the main stage, humming softly.
"Baby!" Foxy exclaimed, running over to her.
"Oh!" Baby responded, turning around to face Foxy. "Hey!"
"It's great to see you. Although...are you mad at me like everyone else is?"
"Uh, no. Why would I be mad at you?"
"Ah, that's right, you weren't here the other day."
"No, of course not. I was up in my room playing video games. I mean, I heard you calling me at one point, but by the time I came out nobody was here. So I just got distracted in the kitchen for a little bit and then went to play more video games."
"Okay, phew! And, uh, if anyone asks me anything weird, I assure you that nothing happened, okay? I'll make it simple and just say nothing happened."
"Uh...okay? I guess that's fine. Oh, by the way, do you want a cookie? I've got a lot of extra ones I haven't ate yet."
"Sure thing!" Baby handed Foxy a chocolate chip cookie, and Foxy eyed it in delight. He then took a bite and grinned. "Ah, delicious! So, you said you were playing games?"
"Oh, that. I have a little gaming console section in my room, and I was playing Super Smash Bros."
"COOL! Can I see it?"
"Of course! Follow me."
"Yeah!"
Foxy followed Baby down the hallways towards the auditorium and her room.
"Oh, I'm so excited!" Foxy giggled as they entered the auditorium. "I haven't had a game night in forever!"
"I know, right?" Baby added. "And, well, I've kinda been gaming for the past few days straight. I only left twice. Once when you called me, and another time to get some food from the kitchen. That's kinda the gamer life, though, so it's cool."
"Yeah, I can appreciate that. At least you're not like those people who drink tons of Mountain Dew as they play."
Foxy opened the trapdoor on the auditorium stage, and they proceeded down the corridor to Baby's room. But, as they did, Foxy realized something.
"Hey, wait a minute!" He called out. "I didn't even need to open that door! Baby, you could've opened that. I've seen you flick a secret switch to open it-"
"SSSSH." Baby shushed him, looking wary.
Foxy understood, and nodded. "Oh, okay. Nobody's supposed to know. Got it."
"Hmm, a secret switch? Interesting...this may contribute to my goals later on..."
"Not now! She doesn't know about you yet."
"What was that?" Baby asked, briefly turning to Foxy.
"Nothing."
"Okay, then."
They continued down the passage and over to the strange room, then went up the ladder and into Baby's room, which was also a part of the vents.
"CHECK IT OUT!" Baby announced, leading Foxy down to the end of the vent corridor that was to the left of the door.
The last time Foxy had came in here, there was a table/bookshelf over here with Baby's diary sitting open on top of it.
This time, there was a decently-sized tv sitting on top of the table/bookshelf, and a pink armchair next to it where somebody could sit and look at the tv. Instead of books in the tiny shelving unit, there was a large assortment of gaming consoles, including both an Xbox and PlayStation. Next to table/bookshelf was another shelving unit, which was WAY higher than the other one. In fact, it was tall enough to reach the ceiling. It was filled with more games than Foxy could count, some made to be played on certain games consoles and some made to be played on others.
"WOAH!" Foxy gasped, his mouth flying open in wonder. "What a setup! The tv's kinda smaller than most, though."
"That's because the vent ceiling isn't too high, so I don't have much room to put a BIG tv here." Baby explained, smiling.
"Sounds fair." Foxy eyed the chair, then sat down on it and gasped as he did. It was very soft and comfy, to the point where Foxy felt that if he wanted to, he could take a nap on it. "Woah, this chair is COMFY! Is this a deluxe gamer chair?"
"Yes it is! And I've kind of been sitting on it for a while, but it's still comfy."
Foxy stood up and examined the tall shelf, eyeing the games one by one. "Wow, you've got a lot of games! Let's see...wow, you've got a lot of The Legend of Zelda games!"
"I know, it's a great game! I have even a dlc in the latest game that turns Link's hat PURPLE!"
"Wow, you do?! I thought they never realized that dlc! That's awesome."
"I've also got lots of other games, too. Like Crash Bandicoot!"
"No way! Do you have the Spyro trilogy?"
"Do I ever! I've got ALL of the Spyro games!"
"Wow! And...oh my god, you have Grand Theft Auto, too?!"
"Wait, do I? Oh yeah, I do! I forgot I had that game, 'cause I haven't played it in a long time. We should play it together some time!"
"That'd be awesome! They must have released the two-player dlc by now!" (A/N: Yeah, I know, this never happened, but just go along with it.)
"Yeah."
"Oh, and you also have Fallout, too! Not 76, I hope?"
"Nope, not that game. I've got 3, 4, and New Vegas instead."
"Great! Do you like the game?"
"Yep! Nothing better than traversing a wasteland and fighting mutants!"
"And I've also heard that the game is both in the past and in the future!"
"Yeah, but the truth is that it's just the present, the normal time!"
"What?! I didn't know that! Great, now I've been spoiled..." (A/N 2, Electric Boogaloo: Once again, none of what they're saying may be true. Just go along with it.)
"Huh?! Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you played all the games!"
"No, I haven't gotten to that part yet! Remember, I've been stuck here for a while, and I only get to play games when I can convince Puppet to let me use his pc, which isn't very often at all, so, you know how it is."
"Baby!" Somebody called, interrupting Foxy and Baby from continuing their chat. "Baby? Are you up here with Fre- Oooooh...Foxy."
Foxy turned around. At the other end of the vent corridor, Ballora had just came into the room and saw Foxy standing there.
"Hi!" Foxy greeted cheerily as she approached him. Then he frowned at her. "What as that you were about to say?"
"Uh, hello. I totally wasn't about to say another name." Ballora denied.
"Yeah, you were. Who are you talking about?"
"Nothing! Nobody! I was going to say...Fre-Foxy! Yeah!" Ballora ran over to Baby and began whispering with her, but once again Foxy's superior Foxy hearing allowed him to hear their conversation. "Why is he up here?" Ballora whispered into her best friend's ear."
"I was showing him my gaming setup." Baby replied. "That's why I was gone, remember?"
"Yeah, I know that, okay?"
"Guys, I'm right here." Foxy blurted out.
"Uh, hello! Oh-look-another-cookie!" Baby said quickly, throwing a cookie into Foxy's hands.
"Oh, yummy!" Foxy quickly chomped down the cookie. "So, what were we talking about?"
"Nothing in particular!" Ballora said.
"I think I know. They're talking about who Baby is DATING. Hee, hee, hee..."
"Oh yeah, that!" Foxy voiced, remembering that. "So...about that..."
"More cookies!" Baby blurted out, and she tossed an entire bag of cookies into Foxy's hands. Foxy, quickly excited by the prospect of more sweets, gobbled down cookie after cookie from inside the bag. "So, what are you doing up here, Ballora?"
"Yes, I was." Ballora confirmed. "I was hoping to find you here...by yourself. But, since Foxy's here, I guess he can know too. And...woah." Ballora had noticed the tall bookshelf with the games. "That's a lot of games."
"Yeah, I do. Makes it so that I can entertain myself for hours on end, provided I always grab something from the kitchen to eat before I start."
"Hey, hold up." Foxy cut in. He had noticed that the bag had a tag on it, which had a logo. "Why is there a logo on the bag's tag that says: Robin's Cookies?"
Baby looked very reluctant to answer, then she sighed. "Alright, I'll tell you. He's a baker. I got a box of cookies ordered to the pizzeria, because...I don't know how to bake cookies." She looked at the floor, a little embarrassed.
"Is that the reason? Well, then it's okay. After all, I can't bake cookies either."
"But Freddy can, and you know how he is..."
"He can cook, but these cookies are better than anything I've ever seen him come up with. When's the last time he ever made something edible?"
"Never, I think."
"Yeah, sounds about right. Anyway, these cookies are delicious!
"Yay, more cookies!" Baby cheered, and she tossed more cookies into the air, which were caught by both Foxy. Foxy put the cookies into the empty bag from the previous cookies, then opened the hatch on his chest, put the cookies inside his inner storage tank, and closed the hatch.
"So Ballora, why'd you come here again?" Foxy asked.
"Uh...honestly, I forgot." Ballora stuttered confusedly. "What WAS I coming up here for? Hmm..."
"Take your time. It'll come back to you."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I've just been so busy with Reggie, holding tea parties, setting up the camp site..."
"Wait, camp site?!"
"Camp site? OH, that's right! THAT'S what I came here to talk about! I got some help from Reggie and set up a camping room in one of the pizzeria's empty rooms! I figured we could all have a sleepover in that room, kind of like if we were camping outside! I've come to invite you two to come! What do you say?"
"OF COURSE!" Foxy and Baby shouted in unison, already excited
"Then let's go!"
The group trekked out of the room and down the ladder, back towards the passage back over to the auditorium.
When they came through the stage trapdoor and arrived at the auditorium once more, Foxy spoke up.
"So, where's the campsite?" He asked.
"Hold on, we need to take this one step at a time." Ballora ordered. "First off, where's everyone else?"
"Well, Freddy is missing again, as usual, and I doubt we'd be able to find him. As for Puppet and Bon-Bon, I think they're down in Puppet's box."
"Down in Puppet's box?!"
"Huh? How does that surprise you?"
"Last I checked, Puppet and Bon-Bon weren't really the best of friends. What happened?"
"...Bon-Bon...is still scared of me. He stayed with me again for one day, then decided it was too unsafe. So he took Gregory and just...left."
"Wow, he did? He must still not trust you then."
"Unfortunately. I thought he would have forgiven me by now. Have you forgiven me, Ballora?"
"About that day? Well, at first I mistrusted you...but I think that day is behind us by now. The way I see it, you've proven to be trustworthy again. Too bad Bon-Bon doesn't feel the same way."
"Wait, what?" Baby sputtered. "What happened while I was away?"
"Nothing!" Foxy exclaimed. "Ballora, nothing happened, right?"
Ballora shook her head and scowled. "He went crazy."
"What?!" Baby exclaimed, then grinned and shook her head. "Nah, can't be. I don't think Foxy's the type to go crazy." She walked away from them, climbing up onto Puppet's box and going inside of it.
"Hah! Told you, Ballora." Foxy laughed gleefully.
Ballora continued to scowl. "Just you wait, Foxy. You can't deny it forever..."
Foxy and Ballora followed Baby into the box and down the ladder.
As soon as Foxy and co. reached the bottom of the ladder and went from the tv room to the center room, there was an uproar. Puppet was chasing Bon-Bon around the room, an irritated expression on his face. Bon-Bon was holding a piece of toast as he ran, looking fearful.
"No!" Bon-Bon whined. "Stay away from me!"
"You've come into my house for the last time!" Puppet shouted. "Now you have to steal my TOAST, too?!"
"I just wanted some food! Leave me alone!"
"The food made in my house is MY property! Give it back!"
"Go away!"
"What are they doing?" Ballora muttered. "Is this some sort of game they're playing?"
"Awww..." Baby sighed, eyeing the situation with a pleased expression.
Foxy eyed them in distaste. As usual, it was up to him to restore order. He stepped up and ran in front of the two puppets, stopping them in their tracks.
"All right, this needs to stop!" Foxy commanded.
"Sounds like a plan." Bon-Bon agreed hurriedly, zooming to hide behind Foxy's legs. "Tell him to get away from me."
"Puppet, stop chasing him."
"Tell him to give me back my toast and leave my box, and I'll consider it." Puppet growled.
"Why does he have toast in the first place?"
"He stole it! He came into my box uninvited and stole my toast."
"I thought he was invited! He left my room, so I thought he was here with Gregory."
"Hi, Puppet." Ballora greeted.
"Hi, Ballora." Puppet groaned.
As this happened, Foxy saw Baby run up to Bon-Bon.
"Trade ya." She whispered, holding out a cookie.
"You got it." Bon-Bon replied, and she gave him the cookie, then he handed over the toast.
As they finished this, Puppet stopped talking to Ballora and turned back, but now he was confused to see Bon-Bon holding a cookie instead of toast.
"See? He's not holding toast, he's holding a cookie." Ballora told Puppet.
"Where did my toast go?" Puppet inquired. "Did I miscount?" Puppet ran into his kitchen area and checked the toaster on the counter. It had only two pieces of toast in it. "Yeah, I think I miscounted. I put two in here, and they're both still there."
"Wait, he counts his toast?" Ballora stuttered. "That's absurd. What, does he count his carrots and gumballs too?"
"He is kind of meticulous about what he has." Foxy mentioned. "He counts everything he owns, and he hates seeing anything about his room changed. One day, somebody moved one of his toothbrushes a little to the left, and he got upset, yelling about it all day long. It was awful."
"Interesting. Who DID move his toothbrush, anyway?"
"I dunno. I only saw what happened, not who did it."
"Okay, explain yourselves right now." Puppet ordered, walking away from his kitchen area and back over to the others. "Why are you here?"
"I was just visiting." Bon-Bon spoke up. "It was fine until you started chasing me."
"But I thought you stole something."
"It was a cookie, nothing more!"
"Could've sworn it was a piece of toast that was in your hand."
"Nope, just a cookie. I could've GIVEN this to you, but then you had to start running at me."
"Hmm...I don't know about that."
"You know, we do have a detective here." Ballora said, smiling at Foxy. "Let him figure it out."
"Yes, that's right!" Foxy exclaimed happily, liking that Ballora was recommending that he be a detective with this. It was fun for him to pretend to be a detective. "Detective Foxy is on the case! And the case is...he has a cookie. The end."
"Wow, that was amazing, Foxy! Bravo!" She clapped.
"I know, I'm awesome. So, why were we here, again?"
"Oh, right. I think...it's my birthday!"
"Wait, what?! That's not what you said earlier!"
"It's not? Oh, my bad. My birthday is actually tomorrow, not today. The days just fly by, you know? Let me check my planner and see what's today." Ballora whipped out a blue-colored book and flipped through it until she stopped at a page and stared at it closely, then grinned. "Ah, today! That's right." She put away the planner. "Today is...the camping sleepover!"
"Oh yeah, the sleepover. Is this a trick and the truth is that you guys actually want to do it in my room? Because I'm still not going to let you."
"We're not doing it in here, are we?" Puppet asked sternly.
"Well, no." Ballora replied. "Your room isn't exactly the best place to do a sleepover. Besides, you'd never let us do it, anyway."
Meanwhile, Foxy decided to test his luck. He ran over to Puppet's closet and opened the doors. "What's in these boxes here?" He said out loud though he already knew, and reached towards the boxes.
"Hey, get out of there!" Puppet yelled as Foxy had expected him to, and he ran over and pushed Foxy out of the room in a rough manner.
"Ow! Geez, don't be so violent!"
"Nobody goes into my closet."
"Well, SORRY."
"You'd better be sorry."
"Anyways, today is indeed the camping sleepover!" Ballora repeated. "And Baby will be joining us! I convinced her to step away from her games for at least 24 hours so she could join in."
"Mmm-hmm!" Baby added, nodding. "And, yes, it's TORTURE to be away from my games. But that's okay! I suppose I've got to come out every now and then."
"Can I expect this sleepover, wherever it is, to actually be SHORT?" Puppet groaned.
"Well, Baby does have a gaming tournament coming up in a day or two." Ballora informed him. "She can't really leave the pizzeria, so she plays online from the pizzeria. She's in an MLG tournament."
"Uh-huh! I'm an MLG pro." Baby boasted, grinning. "I've already won a few tournaments already."
"Woah, sounds awesome!" Foxy said, liking the sound of this. "I wish you luck for when that rolls around."
"Thanks!"
"What does MLG stand for?" Bon-Bon asked.
"Major League Gaming."
"Oh, so...can I join at some point?"
"I mean, if you can find yourself a gaming console with access online and get enough skill to enter an MLG tournament, then sure!"
"Alright, alright, enough chitter-chatter and throwing toast that looks like cookies!" Ballora announced. "Let's get this show on the road! Follow me, everyone."
Ballora led them into the tv room, and they all went up the ladder.
"So, where is it?" Foxy asked as they came to a halt in the big hallway. "Is it in a party room? The main room? OUTSIDE, even?"
"We're doing it in the...plunger room!" Ballora said.
"What?! How are we gonna be able to do it in there-"
"Ha, just kidding! Do you really think I'd have us do this in the plunger room?"
"I don't doubt it."
"Hush, you! It's over here." Ballora led them to the smaller hall, and over to the third door, this one on the close-left. "Foxy, can you open the door?"
"What's in there?" Foxy stuttered, and he peeked through the windows in the doors and did a double take: the room looked different, but he couldn't get the details from where he was standing. "What the? This wasn't here before."
"Just open the door!"
"But it wasn't here before! How'd it get here?"
"JUST OPEN THE DOOR."
"Alright, alright, I'm opening it!"
Foxy opened the doors and trooped inside the room with everyone else, and his jaw flew open.
The entire room had been made to look like a campsite. The flooring was grass instead of the usual black-white tiles, and the walls resembled a forest surrounding the campsite, with some vines hanging off the walls as well. A campfire stood in the center of the room, with three logs sitting around it, clearly intended as the seating. Thick bushes were stuck in the corners, and in one corner, there was a wooden tub behind the bush that had water floating around inside of it. The ceiling, instead of its usual look, was a projection of the night sky. Amazingly enough, it seemed too real: it looked like an actual night sky, with the stars glittering and blinking overhead, and the moon shining down on them. A small basket was seated next to one of the logs. The room was also very dark; the campfire was all that was there to light it up.
"Woah!" Foxy exclaimed, amazed.
"Oh, this is awesome..." Bon-Bon mumbled in awe.
"Welcome! This is our new camping room!" Ballora explained excitedly. She ran over and picked up the basket. "And here's our basket with INFINITE chicken in it, as well as marshmallows, graham crackers, and chocolate bars so we can make smores! Oh, and there's some sticks in there so we can roast stuff carefully." She set the basket back down and pointed at the campfire. "And here's our artificial campfire! We couldn't get in actual one in here since this is still an indoor area and it would be a hazard, so I got the company to send us an artificial one! The fire is actually just projection, even though it does look pretty real! And, it even generates actual heat, so we can roast things over it!" She ran over to the wooden tub. "Here's our own natural-type swimming pool!" She pointed up at the ceiling. "And last but not least, our ceiling has been turned into a holographic projection of the night sky, made to look as realistic as possible! And this was also something supplied by the company! They were surprisingly willing to give us this stuff...but, yes! This is our camping room!"
"This is gonna be great! I'm already hyped!" Foxy cheered. He closed the door behind them, then took a seat down on one of the logs. Ballora and Puppet sat down on the second log, while Baby and Bon-Bon sat on the third log. "So, what are we going to do during this sleepover?"
"Good question! We can tell stories, roast some marshmallows..."
"Maybe some cookies, too!" Foxy reached into the basket and pulled out a stick, then stuck the cookie onto it, then held it over the fire to roast it.
"Or cookies! I don't know if you should roast cookies, though..."
"Can we roast toast?" Bon-Bon asked, quickly taking out and putting away a piece of toast, so fast that Puppet couldn't see.
"Huh? Wait, but I thought you didn't have toast."
"We don't." Baby denied. "Right, Bon-Bon?"
"Yes, no toast here." Bon-Bon agreed.
"Yep."
"Definitely no toast."
"Also, Bon-Bon, can you scoot over? I need some room to sit."
"O-oh, okay." Bon-Bon blushed slightly as he scooted over, allowing Baby more room to sit down. "But yes, no toast."
"Get to the point! Is there toast or no toast?!" Ballora demanded, bewildered by all of the 'no toast' phrases.
"There's no toast. There is toasted cookies, though."
"Yes, yes, right."
"Hey, guys, I'm actually roasting the cookie!" Foxy said excitedly. As he held the cookie over the fire, it was getting gradually hotter when before it had been cold. He was being careful not to do this for too long, otherwise his cookie would end up burnt. Everyone watched interestedly for a minute, until Foxy finally decided his cookie was roasted good enough. He held it away from the fire, took the cookie off, and bit into it. He smiled; the cookie was now nice and warm, and the chocolate chips were now melty, just the way Foxy liked it.
"Ooh, wow!" Baby gasped in awe of this.
Ballora looked pleasantly surprised. "That actually worked? Huh. For all the time I've been around, I've never thought about roasting cookies. Maybe I should try that too."
"Me too!" Bon-Bon cheered.
"I'm interested as well." Puppet voiced. "Let's see how this works."
"I'll try it. If Foxy likes it, it must be tasty." Baby reasoned, nodding.
Everyone silently got their own cookie from the basket, put it on a stick, then began to hold it over the fire, just as Foxy had. For a few minutes, the room was silent save for the crackling of the fire. Then everyone held their cookies away from the fire, took them off of the stick, and ate them. Surprised and jolly smiles persisted in the room for some time. Then, Foxy finally decided to break the silence and do some other activities with his friends.
"So, we should do something else!" Foxy told everyone. "Maybe stories, like Ballora mentioned earlier?"
"Yes, of course!" Ballora exclaimed, grinning. "We can tell any kind of story, too! Ghost stories, romance stories, anything! It's up to the speaker."
"Great! Hey, wait, why isn't Reggie here with us? You'd think you'd want him to come along."
"Oh, Reggie! I would have brought him along, but he's working on something back in my room, at my request. Also, I'm too lazy to get up and get him now."
"Fair enough. So, for the stories, who wants to go first?"
The blush was back on Bon-Bon's face. "Did you say...romance stories?"
"I mean, if you want." Ballora shrugged. "It's kind of up to you. Who were you thinking of?"
"Well..." Bon-Bon eyes flickered over to Baby for a moment, something everyone except Baby saw, and everyone understood immediately.
"OOOOH." Ballora gasped, nodding.
"My, my." Puppet muttered in an intrigued manner.
"Bon-Bon..." Foxy whispered, surprised at this. So that was why Bon-Bon was so into telling a romance story.
"What? What is it?" Baby asked, confused by how everyone was acting. Quickly, everyone dropped their stares and tried to look busy, something that seemed to confuse Baby even more.
Meanwhile, in reaction to everyone's gazes, Bon-Bon seemed to lose his courage, and he shrunk down where he sat. "I...I...nevermind. Ballora, you t-told us about the stories, you go first..."
"What?! ME?" Ballora shouted. "Well, I, don't really..."
"BALLORA! BALLORA! BALLORA!" Everyone chanted, trying to encourage her to tell a story.
Ballora seemed to be caught up for a moment, then she sighed. "Alright, alright, I'll go first. Let's see." She took out a storybook from nowhere and began to flip through it. "Which one would be the most appropriate? I wonder..."
"No stories about ghosts in the boys' bathroom!" Foxy interrupted pre-emptively.
Ballora looked disappointed. "Aw, that was my first one! Fine, I'll try something else." She flipped through it again, then came to a stop. "Ah, here we go!" She put the storybook away and looked ready to speak, but paused. "Huh. If only I had a flashlight to point up at my face so I can make this spookier..."
"Here ya go!" Baby said at once, tossing a black flashlight over to Ballora.
"That's...incredibly convenient." Foxy muttered. "Baby, why did you have a flashlight on you?"
"Well, before you found me earlier, I was out looking for cookies. I had that flashlight on me just in case."
"Ah, okay."
"Hey, this might be a strange question, but I kind of need to ask this." Puppet voiced. He stared around at the area around them before continuing. "There aren't any...radioactive racoons...in these woods...are there?"
"Last time I checked...no." Ballora replied. She put down her storybook for a second to address the current question.
"Good. Racoons might have rabies, and I haven't gotten a shot for that yet."
"There might be sea bears, though." Bon-Bon mentioned.
"...what?! No, that's from SpongeBob." Ballora huffed. "You guys are making this stuff up."
"No, they're real, maybe." Foxy chuckled. "Not just sea bears, either. There's also sun monkeys."
"Sun monkeys? I might have heard of those before...and they're scary. They're so bright that they burn your eyes out."
"OH NO, I think I just SAW ONE!" Everybody tensed up, but Foxy just laughed. "Nah, I'm joking. Calm down."
"Hey, that's not funny." Baby sighed. "I gave you cookies, Foxy. Please don't scare me."
"I heard that if you see a sea bear, you have to make a circle around you." Bon-Bon continued. "That's the only way to keep safe."
"That's just...weird." Foxy mumbled.
"Why a circle, though?" Ballora asked.
"No idea. I just heard this from someone." Bon-Bon said, shrugging. "And by someone I mean...SpongeBob. But, that show should be true, so...yeah."
"Do you guys think there might be any splinter ants here, too?" Foxy inquired, looking at his log as he half-expected splinter ants to magically appear and start marching towards him. "I don't like splinter ants."
"The ants are named Splinter?!" Baby said excitedly. "That sounds like a similar name to that guy from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles."
"Wow, you watch that show too?!" Ballora squealed.
"I LOVE that show!"
"It's the best show ever!"
"I've heard they're coming out with a movie soon!" Bon-Bon added, also excited.
"Huh, I don't buy it." Foxy added. "I don't see how they could convert turtles into a live action movie. It makes no sense. They had enough trouble doing that mini-series, anyway."
"Yeah, but...turtles." Baby whined.
"Ugh, I guess that's true."
"You guys are talking about TMNT?! I love that show so much!" Puppet cheered. "I've even memorized the theme song!"
"Oh yeah, I forget what that was." Ballora replied. "Puppet, what was it?"
Puppet sang the song, and Baby and Ballora both nodded, remembering the theme very well.
"Have I told you guys that I've only seen two episodes of it?" Foxy brought up, sighing. Everyone stared at him. "I know, I'm sorry! I've just been busy...with other stuff."
"That's not a good excuse." Baby growled. "In that case. no cookies for you." She swiped the bag of cookies that Foxy had been holding out of his hand.
Foxy groaned in sadness but was unable to do anything about it. It was his fault for missing the series when everyone else hadn't, after all. Or at least, he guessed so. "So, are we gonna tell the ghost stories?" He asked.
Ballora perked up. "Oh, right! Ghost stories. I completely forgot I was supposed to tell one. Uh, let me think about what I was going to tell for a moment..."
Meanwhile, Bon-Bon tossed the piece of toast over to Foxy. Foxy examined the toast closer...and was perplexed to see that the piece of toast had the words: 'Puppet's Bread' on it.
"'Puppet's Bread'?" Foxy stuttered. "Puppet, why do you sign your bread?"
"Oh, that?" Puppet responded. "Well, I have one of those fancy toasters that lets me create custom messages."
"Yeah, and it says 'Puppet's Bread' on it."
"It's technically my bread, though- wait. Wait, wait, wait." Puppet stood up, his eyes wide as he saw the piece of toast in Foxy's hand. "Is that...is that the toast from earlier? The one I thought was missing?"
"I think it, uh, is! How'd it get in this room, I wonder? It must have, uh, fallen from the ceiling! Yes, that."
"How dare you steal from me."
"I didn't steal it! I just...had it..."
"Well, it doesn't matter anyway. Give it back."
"Fine, here you go." Foxy made to hand the toast back to Puppet, but as he did, it slipped out of his hand and fell into the campfire. And, despite it being artificial, Foxy and Puppet were both flabbergasted to see the toast burn into ashes before their very eyes.
"NO! You burned my toast!"
"It was an accident! Besides, it was one piece! You can get more!"
"It doesn't matter now, it's gone! You threw it in the fire, and now I don't have any!"
"Then get more from the kitchen!"
"Later! Why'd you steal it, anyway?"
"I didn't! Bon-Bon stole it!"
"What are you talking about? I never had toast." Bon-Bon said, though, at the same time he said it, he just so happened to have a piece of toast in his hand.
"Hey, I see you with that toast!" Puppet exclaimed, running over to Bon-Bon. "Give it back."
"This isn't toast."
"Then what is it?"
"...toast."
"EXACTLY! Hand it over!"
"Foxy has it!" Bon-Bon yelled, and he tossed the toast into Foxy's hands.
"No, you had it!" Foxy yelled back, and he tossed the toast back over to Bon-Bon.
"No, you!" Back to Foxy.
"You!" Back to Bon-Bon.
A few minutes of catch with the toast later...
As the toast was, for the hundredth time, thrown back to Bon-Bon, Baby caught it in mid-air.
"Alright, alright, that's enough." She ordered, shaking her head. "Puppet, do you want your toast back?"
"No, not anymore!" Puppet grumbled. "Everybody touched it, and now it has everybody's germs on it."
"But it's yours."
"But...augh, fine, give it here. I guess I can...figure out how to clean it. If that's even possible."
Baby tossed the toast back to Puppet, who put it away.
"This has been a fun sleepover, but..." Foxy began, sighing. "...are we ever going to get back to telling stories? I feel like we've been wasting a lot of time getting distracted by splinter ants and toast."
"Oh, the ghost stories! I completely forget." Ballora exclaimed. "I was getting so distracted that I forget to tell my story. Everyone, prepare yourselves." She flicked the flashlight on and pointed it up at her face, then began to tell her story. "Once upon a time...there was a spooky boys' bathroom!"
"NO!" Foxy shouted pre-emptively. "We are NOT telling that story again!"
"Fine, fine! I'll tell a different story." She cleared her 'throat' and began a second time. "Once upon a time...there was something, lurking around inside a dark vent...in a pizzeria! It was a monster of unknown origin, something nobody had ever seen. But before it was seen...it was heard. Anyone could hear it: the sounds of it lurking inside the vents, never heard before until then. And anyone who ever heard it never lived to tell the tale, for they died in a flash when it reached their ears. But how they died, nobody knows. And since then, the cycle had repeated...FOREVER."
"AAAAAAAAA!" Baby shouted all of the sudden, catching Foxy off-guard.
"AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHH!" Foxy screamed, before he knew what he was saying. Then he stopped, and shook his head. "Um, no, I wasn't scared."
Ballora and Baby laughed loudly at this.
"You WERE so scared, HA!" Ballora chuckled. "Good one, Baby!"
"No, I wasn't scared! I swear!" Foxy denied, but he knew saying that carried about as much weight as him saying the sky was green. They had clearly seen him get scared by the story.
"Foxy's a SCAREDY-FOX! Foxy's a SCAREDY-FOX!" Ballora and Baby chanted.
"No! I really was not! Stop chanting!"
Meanwhile, Puppet was rummaging through the basket. Ballora eyed him in confusion.
"Puppet, what are you doing?" Ballora asked.
"Seeing what's in here." Puppet replied, and he stopped looking through it.
"You didn't hear my story, did you?"
"No, uh, I totally did. It was something about boys this, boys that, wasn't it?"
"That's...not even close to what I said..." Ballora began to tear up. "...but, that's fine...I'll just...accept that..."
"Aww, Puppet, you hurt her feelings!" Baby exclaimed unapprovingly.
"NO!" Ballora snapped out of her sadness. "My feelings are completely intact. No one can hurt my feelings. Anyway, it's time to continue storytelling. Your turn, Puppet." She tossed the flashlight to Puppet.
"Alright, my time to shine. And I've got a good one." Puppet voiced confidently. "You guys ready?" Everyone nodded. "Here we go." He pointed the flashlight up at his face like Ballora had and began to speak. "There was once a nice, handsome man who lived alone in the woods. At least, he was only such a way by himself. He hated company, and was quick to rudely shoo away any visitors. As such, nobody visited him. But one day, two boys decided to find out more about this man. They entered his house uninvited, hoping to find something secret. Of course, the man caught them instantly, and he threw them out in a rage. But, every day after that, the boys, stubborn as they were, refused to give up. They kept coming back, over and over, every single day, and each time it was without the man's permission. Each time, they failed to discover anything before they were inevitably caught. But one day, the man had enough, and decided to stop them once and for all. All that happened next...was the screams of the two boys. After that day, they were never heard from again, which spooked the local residents. After that day, nobody ever saw the man another time. And after that day, nobody ever came to the man's house...again."
"BOO!" Everybody but Foxy yelled. Puppet looked taken aback, and then discouraged.
"Hey, everyone stop right now!" Foxy ordered, and everyone fell silent. "It's fine if you don't like his story, but you can't be vocal about it. I liked the story, personally, and it's a shame none of you feel the same way. But don't heckle him over a story, okay? Okay."
"Thanks, Foxy." Puppet said to Foxy, smiling. "Here, you go next." He handed the flashlight to the pink-white fox.
"Thank you very much, Puppet." Foxy thanked, then he turned to the others. He already had a scary story ready and waiting to be told, and he was confident that this one would get everyone to embrace fear. He pointed the flashlight up at his face and began speaking. "It was a dark and scary night, inside the pizzeria. The animatronics, residents of the place, were sitting around a campfire, just like us. They told scary stories one by one, and everyone screamed at each one. Then they all laughed in the moment, because in the end, they were having a good time. But, unbeknownst to them, they were not alone. One more being had been forgotten. And this was a man, and he hated the animatronics for what they were. He wanted to get rid of them. So, as they told stories, he stood outside the doors with a knife, waiting for them to finish up and leave. Then, they finished up, and they all left the room one at a time. And he struck, viciously, and without warning. One by one, they were taken out, and reduced to mere scrap metal. Then he took their parts into a room, and with them, he constructed a new animatronic, a combination of all of the animatronics, gathered together into a single body. Then it came alive, with unspeakable power. It had a name, but nobody knew it. All anyone knew was that it was evil. It destroyed the pizzeria and escaped into the outside world, where it ravaged the land, leaving a chain of death and destruction in its wake. Life was wiped out...forever- AAAAAAAAH!"
"WAAAAUUGH!" This time, it was Baby and Ballora's turns to scream, as they jumped out of their seats and launched into the bushes. Bon-Bon jumped off of his log and landed into the nearby tub, splashing into the war.
"Ha, got you!" Foxy laughed.
"Don't do that!" Ballora chastised as he climbed out of the bush she had landed in.
"Oh, well you guys did it! And now I've set the record! Instead of scaring one person, I scared three! And...wait, Bon-Bon? Why are you in the tub?" Foxy went over to the tub, looking down as Bon-Bon swam around underneath the surface of the water, then began to come back up, and-
"AAAAAAAAAAAA!" Bon-Bon roared as he launched out of the tub.
"AAAAAAAAAAH!" Foxy screamed, and he scrambled to the door, wrenching it open, getting to the other side of the door, and closing it back up. He caught his breath for a second, then came back inside and closed the door. "Ugh, sorry about that. Bon-Bon really got me there." Everyone sat back down on their logs. "Wait, so since Bon-Bon scared me, does that count as his story?"
"Bon-Bon's a story all on his own..." Ballora muttered, looking at Bon-Bon in distaste.
"True."
"Aw, that was gonna be my story." Baby complained.
"S-sorry for stealing it." Bon-Bon apologized, once again blushing for a millisecond.
"Baby, your turn!" Foxy spoke up, and he tossed the flashlight to Baby. She grinned, and then stood up as she pointed the flashlight up at her face and began telling her story.
"It was a dark and scary night inside the pizzeria, and the animatronics were sitting around a campfire. They told stories, one by one."
This sounds familiar... Foxy thought, starting to be skeptical of Baby's story.
"But then, there was a sound in the vent! The animatronics, put off by the sudden noise, went to investigate. The prettiest animatronic went first...but she never came out. Then the dumbest animatronic went next...but he didn't come out either. The last two left went together to investigate the vents. And they found the two bodies of their friends...PLASTERED AGAINST THE WALL!" Everyone screamed at once, with Puppet being the one flying into the bush this time. "Then their innards were scooped out, some security guards died, and we all lived happily ever after! The end."
"Puppet, are you okay?" Foxy asked as he pulled a nervous Puppet out of the bush. "You seem a little scared."
"That was a solid spook. Good story, Baby..." Puppet commended Baby.
Baby just giggled. "Aw, it wasn't that scary. But I'm glad you liked it."
"So, how are we going to get to sleep now? That was actually a little scary, wow." Foxy asked everybody. "Not to mention that we're in creepy dark room telling stories where people have bad things happen to them. There could even be a vent connecting to this room. I dunno. Maybe there's nothing to worry about."
"I'm kinda tired myself." Baby said, and she yawned. "I'm gonna deactivate. 'Night, guys." She went offline, slumping down where she sat.
"Yeah, me too." Bon-Bon agreed, and he fell onto his back and deactivated as well.
"Well, good night." Ballora sighed, and she deactivated as well.
"I don't want to sleep!" Puppet protested, but when he got no reply, he just sighed. Then he sat down on the grass next to his log and went to sleep.
"Looks like everyone's already out. My turn." Foxy muttered. "Night."
He closed his eyes and turned himself off, ready to re-charge his systems for tomorrow...