"Ahh! Good morning, every...one?"
Foxy had awoke in the camping room after a long rest, but when he looked around him, he saw that the entire room was deserted. The room looked exactly the same, but the door stood ajar, and the other animatronics weren't in the room. The artificial fire and the holographic ceiling has even been left on.
"Guys? Where did you go?" Foxy called, expecting this to be a joke. "Ha, ha, very funny, guys! Come on, tell me where you're hiding! Is there a secret room I don't know about?" Foxy waited, but there was silence. "Guys? Hello?" Nobody replied to him. Finally, Foxy came to the realization that none of this was a joke; the others had clearly woke up and left without him.
Did they seriously just leave me in here?! He exclaimed in his thoughts. Wow, some friends they are. And they even left the artificial fire and holographic ceiling turned on! Don't they know ANY forest etiquette? Don't they know that leaving the fire on is a waste of electricity? That it might even cause an ACTUAL fire! Come on, one of our friends is a BEAR, for crying out loud! Actually, maybe that's why. Nobody ever listens to Freddy.
Foxy leaned down and inspected the artificial fire. Finally, he found a switch on one of the logs and flicked it. The artificial fire turned off, leaving only some burnt logs. Foxy then walked over to a switch on the wall and flicked it as well, and it turned off the holographic night sky, instead leaving a normal black-colored ceiling. Then he left the room, closing the door behind him, and entered the smaller hall.
Okay, where do I go first? Foxy wondered. The others are probably in their rooms right now, so...maybe I should check my room first. Bon-Bon's probably in there, playing with Gregory. They better not be playing around with Gregory's eggs this time around. The last time they did that, it took FOREVER to clean up.
Foxy went down the smaller hall towards the main room, ready to see what Bon-Bon was up to.
Foxy entered his back room. Sure enough, Bon-Bon was sitting on Foxy's desk chair, talking to Gregory, who was obediently listening to the hand-puppet.
"Hey, guys!" Foxy greeted as he came in.
"So, Gregory, I don't exactly know what to- oh." Bon-Bon said, looking over at Foxy. "Hi there, Foxy."
"Hi! What were you two, uh, doing?"
"Talking."
"Oh, uh, of course. Sorry if I interrupted you. You can, uh, continue talking to Gregory about, uh, whatever it is you were talking about."
"Okay. Hold on a second." Bon-Bon looked back at Gregory. "So yeah, Gregory, it's like...I don't know. I want to talk to her, but at the same time, I...just don't know if I can do it. Help me out, friend."
"Wait, who are you trying to talk to?" Foxy asked, intrigued by this.
Bon-Bon blushed and hopped off of Foxy's chair. "N-no one! I'm not trying to talk to anybody!"
Foxy kneeled down so he could look at the bunny hand-puppet better. "Come on, Bon-Bon. I'm your friend, remember? Not only that, but I'm the most AWESOME animatronic here! You can talk to me about anything."
Bon-Bon seemed reluctant, but after a second he spoke back up again. "Well, uh...there's this person, and, uh...I'm so nervous. See, I'm trying to talk to this one person, and...I don't know how to start it off."
"Well, you're talking to me right now, so you're doing a good job already. But you don't mean me, do you?"
"N-no, I don't."
"Oh, well, then this is slightly awkward. Okay, then continue."
"See, there's this person, and I don't k-know how to talk to her formally."
"A her?! Oh, so you mean Ballora! I knew it!"
"No, it's not...Ballora-...um, nevermind. Sure, it's Ballora. Whatever."
"Ha, I'm smart! Sorry for interrupting, though. Continue."
"Yeah, I just don't know how to talk to her. Do you have a-any advice?"
"So you're unsure of how to chat with Ballora. Don't worry, I got your back. First off, and this may sound a little weird, but I need you to stay with me on this one: you have the cute factor. Cuteness in front of a girl will help you immensely."
"Aww, I agree! He's cute!"
"That sounds really, really weird. Can you never say that again, voice?"
"You're so adorable, Bon-Bon! I just wanna pinch your cheeks!"
"Why are you acting this way?!"
"Hey, I'm trying to help. This helps, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, maybe, I don't know. So, apparently, Bon-Bon, my voice says you're adorable, which is the truth. But, let me tell you that cuteness isn't everything in this. Basically, just be yourself. Talk nice and gently, maybe bring some candy or flowers- wait, no, that's for a date. You're only trying to talk to them, right?"
"Y-yeah."
"Okay, so if you're just doing that, forget the flowers or candy. That's how you get someone to go on a date with you. Maybe if you want to make friends with that person, bring them something they like. Maybe a game, maybe a movie, it depends. Say they like chicken, for example. If that's the case, maybe you can bring Gregory as a friend. You know what I'm trying to say."
"Video games...actually, that sounds like it'd work. Do you have any extra video games?"
"Well, no. I don't have any consoles to play on to begin with, there's only really two people...that...say, do you like Puppet? Is that why you hate him so much?"
"No, it's not Puppet!"
"Fine, fine, nevermind that. I think we should go ask the others if they have any advice for you as well. Let's go ask Garbage first. Come on."
Foxy led Bon-Bon out of the room.
Foxy and Bon-Bon entered the kitchen, the went over to the garbage chute door. Foxy opened it and peered down into the hole below.
"Garbage!" Foxy called, grinning. "Wakey, wakey!"
"Uh...huh?" Garbage stuttered from below, sounding like he had just woken up. "Who's this talking to me?"
"It's me, Foxy!"
"Oh, hi Foxy. What do you want?"
"Surprise! We're letting you out!"
"REALLY?!"
"Nope, I was joking! Ha, ha, ha!"
"...that's a pretty cruel joke, Foxy."
"Well, it's water under the bridge. I'm actually here because Bon-Bon has a question. Give a good answer, and we may consider letting you out."
"Uh, I don't know how that works, but, sure. Shoot."
"Okay, so, uh..." Bon-Bon began anxiously. "I have this friend, who wants to try and talk to this one girl, and he doesn't know how to. So, I was wondering: how can he start a conversation? Do you have any advice for that?"
Friend? Foxy thought, confused. But I thought Bon-Bon was the one who...
"Ah, the common case of the sniffles." Garbage said, sounding as if he was a professional in the matter. He paused for a moment, seemingly contemplating the matter before answering. "Mmm-hmm...alright, so, there's one simple trick to, y'know, fix your little predicament. All you need is a few shots."
"Of what?" Foxy asked. "Ice cream? Soda?"
"No. Shots of pure...love potion."
"Um...we don't have that."
"I do. So if you just let me out, I can go inject your little buddy there, and then he'll be fixed. Ta-da! So, are you gonna help me out?"
"The way I see it, love potion is a cheap way to go about this. I gotta do this in a legit way." Bon-Bon answered. "Besides, he's definitely lying."
"Yeah, I think so, too." Foxy agreed.
"Okay, I get it, people are scared of needles. That's understandable. But if your friend really wants to talk to this person, then, y'know, this is the only way." Garbage said.
"No, I'm not doing it. I know you're lying." Bon-Bon refused. "Thanks for the help, though, I guess."
"No, wait, come back! I'll even do it for free-"
"Bye." Foxy said, closing the chute to block out Garbage's voice. "Come on, Bon-Bon, let's leave before he gets any more cockamamie ideas."
Note to self: never ask Garbage for relationship advice. Foxy noted in his head as he and Bon-Bon left the kitchen.
"Alright, that's one person down." Foxy said, trying to keep track of who they should talk to. "Say, maybe we should ask Baby next. She can probably help us in this matter-"
"NO!" Bon-Bon yelled suddenly, then took a deep breath. "I mean, no. I don't want to ask Baby about this one. She's kinda, well..."
"Too cool for you?"
"Yeah. Say, how'd you know?"
"Lucky guess. Anyway, I understand if you don't wanna ask her, because we can always ask somebody else. Hmm...how about Ballora and Reggie? They might have some advice."
"Yes, okay."
"Right then, let's go."
Foxy and Bon-Bon left the main room, heading down the hallways to Ballora's room.
As they passed through the smaller hallway, Foxy noticed the camping room that he had woken up in earlier and decided to stop and ask Bon-Bon why everyone had left without him.
"By the way, you guys just left me in the camping room by myself." Foxy mentioned, frowning. "That was really rude. Why'd you guys do that?"
Bon-Bon shifted uncomfortably. "Uh, well...we had...other things to do."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Okay, fine, I'll accept that. Just please be more considerate of me next time."
The pink-white fox and the bunny hand-puppet came into Ballora's room to find Ballora dancing with Reggie onstage.
"Woah, woah, woah!" Foxy exclaimed. "What'd I just walk in on?"
Ballora turned and gave Foxy a miffed look. "What? I'm just practicing couples' dancing with Reggie. Geez, it's not something to get worked up about. Right, Reggie?"
"Yes, darling, yes." Reggie replied quietly, nodding slightly.
"So, what do you guys want?"
"Well, w-we came to ask Reggie something." Bon-Bon spoke up timidly.
"Oh." Ballora looked a little disappointed. "You guys want to talk to Reggie? And not me?"
"Yes, it's...boys' talk."
"Boys' talk? Oh, I see how this is. You're JUDGING me. Fine, that's fine."
"Bon-Bon, why not ask her too?" Foxy asked. "She could have good advice for this as well. She's a girl herself, isn't she?"
"No, no, no need. I get it. I'll just go backstage and totally not watch." She went over to the backstage door, opened it, went inside the room, and then closed it. Then she watched from the door windows.
"So, what do you guys need me to do?" Reggie inquired.
"Well, I'm in this predicament." Bon-Bon began.
As this went on, Foxy went over to the backstage door and stared at Ballora, who was still watching the conversation anyway. He shook his head at her, trying to silently say: 'Stop watching.' Ballora scowled at Foxy but retreated away from the door. Meanwhile, Bon-Bon kept talking.
"I'm trying to find out how I can talk to this girl." The bunny hand-puppet went on. "Like, start a conversation. Do you have any advice?"
Reggie nodded understandingly, smiling passively. "Ah, I understand. Let me tell you my advice. See, when I first met Ballora, I spoke from the heart. I told her everything I felt for her. Not too much, though."
"But, did you have a choice when you did that?" Foxy asked skeptically.
Reggie's smile disappeared. "No, I didn't, actually. She sort of forced me to say all those heartfelt things to her. It was quite strange."
"So...uh...does that mean Bon-Bon has to force this other girl to talk with him?"
"No, no, no, definitely not! Just, let me tell you this, Bon-Bon. I don't quite remember much from the time I dated. I was so busy doing work for the queen, you know, doing my job and all that. But, what I can advise you to do personally is to, you know...just go up to her and be yourself. If this girl accepts you for who you are, then she truly is right for you."
"See, Bon-Bon? Both me and Reggie have said 'just be yourself' so far." Foxy said, smiling at Bon-Bon. "Just do that, and everything will go fine!"
"Also, be yourself, but have self-control, okay? You don't want to scare her. Have some secrets, a 'mysterious' side to yourself, perhaps, and that can help you."
Bon-Bon opened his mouth to respond.
"That doesn't mean put your mask on, by the way, Bon-Bon." Foxy said, knowing what Bon-Bon was about to say.
Bon-Bon stared at Foxy, frowning. "But my mask DOES make me mysterious. "
"Yeah, but, not gonna lie, it is a little creepy."
"I agree with Foxy." Reggie added. "You probably shouldn't put your mask on when you talk to her. She wants to see you, not a persona that you use for wrestling. Just you, and only you. Know what I mean?"
"But my mask IS me." Bon-Bon reasoned.
"No, that's a persona. That is not you. That is the savage, crazy, ready-to-fight you."
"The mask is part of me, and that's the truth."
"Oh, whatever. Like I said, be yourself."
"Be myself, you say?"
"Yes, that. And maybe bring her a cup of tea and a few biscuits, too."
"Alright, thanks, Reggie." Foxy thanked. Then he looked over at the backstage door. "Ballora, your turn! I've decided I need you to give advice as well."
"Oh, NOW you guys want my help?" Ballora complained as she exited the backstage door and went back over to Foxy and co.
"Yes, give him advice."
"Wait, you were listening to our conversation, Ballora?" Bon-Bon stuttered.
Ballora looked taken aback, then quickly shook her head. "NO, definitely not! I didn't hear a thing, especially not about asking people how to talk to girls. Nope!"
"Oh, well, just to be clear...this isn't for me, this is for a friend."
Foxy and Reggie, having heard differently, opened their mouths to counter this claim, but Bon-Bon quickly glared at them, and they kept their mouths shut. Foxy understood this: this was Ballora they were talking to. She could get a little...intrusive...when it came to stuff like this.
Meanwhile, Ballora gasped. "Ooh, a friend!" She grinned. "Who exactly IS this friend, might I ask?"
"He lives h-here, I guess."
"But who is he?"
"I can't...really remember who it was."
"It'll come to you. There are only so many guys here, you know?"
"It could be Freddy." Foxy added, trying to add credibility to Bon-Bon's claim that he was asking advice for a friend, instead of himself like Foxy already knew.
For some reason, Ballora looked slightly uncomfortable. "Oh, no, it couldn't be Freddy. He's, uh...taken by somebody...sort of..."
"What was that?!"
"Nothing!
"Did you hear that Bon-Bon? She said he's seeing somebody! Ooh, is it him and Baby?!"
"No!"
"I think it's him and Baby."
"It's ninety-nine point nine-nine-nine-nine-nine percent NOT them!"
"Sounds like Baby to me."
Bon-Bon shook his head, a strange expression on his face. "It could be Puppet."
"Oh yeah, it could."
"Puppet's interested in someone?!" Ballora chirped interestedly. "Who he's interested in?!"
"Yeah, Bon-Bon, tell us!"
Bon-Bon looked even more nervous now. "I...I have n-no idea."
"You know what? Let's go ask him ourselves!" Foxy declared. The idea of Puppet having romantic attachment to anybody was crazy enough that Foxy felt interested and curious. Besides, what else was he going to do today?
"Yeah, let's go!" Ballora agreed. "Reggie, stay here and watch my room. Make sure nothing gets moved, especially not my tea set." Then she followed Foxy and Bon-Bon as they went out the door.
Foxy ran down the big hallway as quickly as he could. He had gained a head start, and the others were too far behind to easily catch up.
"Foxy, slow down!" Ballora yelled tiredly. "You're running too fast!"
"No, you guys are just running too SLOW!" Foxy teased, grinning.
"That's a lie! I could easily catch up if I wanted!"
"Then why haven't you?"
"Um...because I have to run alongside Bon-Bon and make sure he doesn't get lost! Yeah!"
"He's not gonna get lost, Ballora. We're all going to the same place."
"Yeah, we're just roughly the same speed, Ballora." Bon-Bon added.
"No, I'm super-speedy!" Ballora claimed. "I just like to take my time."
"Right, right, whatever floats your boat." Foxy said. "Just come on, we've gotta go see Puppet!"
"Alright, alright, we're coming!"
Foxy and co. reached the end of the ladder, coming into the tv room. Then, as they trekked into the center room, looking around for Puppet, they heard the marionette in question singing from his bathroom.
"Ah, ravioli...ah, spaghetti..." He sang. "Ah, spaghettioli…"
"He must be in the bathroom." Foxy deduced. "Let's go see what he's up to."
They peeked their heads through the bathroom doorway...to find Puppet showering, clutching a bottle of spaghetti sauce as he did so.
"AAH! Oh, dear, I'm not watching this!" Ballora squealed, quickly running away from the doorway.
"Ditto." Foxy muttered, doing the same.
"Eep." Bon-Bon mumbled, repeating this action.
"Woah!" Puppet exclaimed from inside the bathroom. The shower came to an immediate stop, and Puppet ran out and towards the others, quickly drying himself off with a towel. "What are you guys doing here?!"
"We were coming to see you! Geez, can't you put a door in that bathroom doorway?"
"Well, I thought I could finally trust you guys to knock instead of barging in like you usually do. Oh, well, I guess I overestimated you guys in that department."
"So, on to other matters: why'd you have spaghetti sauce in there with you?"
"I was singing my favorite song."
"Uh...okay?"
"Oh, um, let's forget about the singing and spaghetti sauce now, okay?"
"Alright, then."
"Anyways, what are you guys doing here?"
"We came to ask you a question." Bon-Bon answered.
"Well, actually, it's more like that just Bon-Bon came to ask you a question." Ballora commented.
"Apparently you like someone?" Foxy mentioned.
"Oh, yes, I like a lot of things!" Puppet said. "I like cheeseburgers, I like video games, I like futon sofas, and much more."
"Okay, we got our answer, Bon-Bon."
"No, no, wrong. That was your guys' question, not mine." Bon-Bon corrected. "I have a completely different question to ask."
"Alright, alright, then ask him your question! Geez."
Bon-Bon looked up at Puppet. "See, I'm getting advice for a friend, and he wanted to know...how do you talk to girls?"
"Hmm, okay." Puppet replied. "I guess I can help you with this. Though...how come your friend doesn't just come and ask me directly?"
"Um...he's t-too shy."
Foxy nodded, trying to give Bon-Bon credibility again. He had noticed how Bon-Bon was once again saying 'it's a friend' instead of himself when it came to the question, and Foxy understood. He knew Bon-Bon and Puppet weren't on the best terms (understatement, they were practically at odds all the time), so obviously, the hand-puppet wasn't about to directly ask Puppet for advice.
"Understandable." Puppet said, nodding. "Well, I know the simple answer to your question. You just gotta be confident, even if you're scared."
"Wow...that's actually some pretty good advice." Foxy complemented.
"Just be...confident?" Bon-Bon repeated.
Puppet nodded again. "Yes, you've got to be confident. Essentially, just don't be yourself, because that sucks. If you walk up to the girl you like and act in a way that she doesn't like, she's gonna lose interest in you. You've gotta act confident and pretend like you know what you're doing, even though your friend clearly doesn't know what they're doing."
"So my friend has to confident?"
"Yep."
"How do you do that?"
"Easy. You just gotta walk up to her and say: 'Hey, what up? I'm adorable! Notice me!' and there you go."
"That's EXACTLY what I've got to do?"
"Mmm-hmm. Wait, YOU do?"
"Oh, sorry. I, uh, totally mean my friend."
"Okay, okay, that's it! I need to tell you guys the truth." Foxy cut in. "Bon-Bon originally asked me how he himself could talk to a girl, but he changed it to 'a friend' when he asked you guys." Puppet and Ballora looked surprised. "Yes, I know, it's quite the thing. But...wait, hang on!"
"What?" Puppet stuttered confusedly.
Foxy remembered something from yesterday, the camping sleepover day. Bon-Bon had been debating telling a romance story, and when he had been asked who, his eyes had flicked over to...
"Baby! He's asking how to talk to Baby!" Foxy exclaimed. "Isn't that right, Bon-Bon."
Bon-Bon blushed again, and he looked at the floor for a moment. "I...well...yes."
"I knew it! Don't worry, Bon-Bon, I can help you talk to her. Let's go ask her your question and see what she says. Come on, guys!"
Foxy ran out of the room towards the tv room, with the others behind him, so they could go back up the ladder.
As soon as Foxy emerged from the box, he ran over to the auditorium stage. This wasn't a random action, of course: next to the stage was a vent cover that showed inside Baby's room (the vents), more specifically the setup Baby was at when she played video games. Foxy knew that it would be easier to reach out to her here.
"Baby! Come out!" Foxy called, running up to the vent cover. The others emerged from the box as well, and they watched Foxy attempt to talk to Baby. "Baby! Hey! Answer us!"
He could see baby sitting at her deluxe gamer chair, furiously tapping the buttons of a controller as she stared at her out-of-sight tv. Clearly, she was in the middle of playing a game. Despite Foxy's yelling, Baby had not even glanced over at the pink-white fox. She was either intentionally ignoring them, or the headphones blocked her from hearing them.
"She has her headset on." Ballora pointed out. "I don't think she can hear us that way."
"I'll go get her." Foxy said, and he opened the nearby trapdoor so he could head down the passage to the vents where Baby lived.
And, of course, he did so.
"Baby!" Foxy called again as he opened her door and entered the vent tunnel. He ran along it towards Baby, who had taken off her headset and was fiddling with the wires and buttons at the back of her tv. The tv's screen was currently stuck on an error.
"WHAT?!" Baby barked, turning around to glare. But when she saw that it was just Foxy, she dropped the glare at once and smiled instead. "Oh, hi!"
"That was scary, geez. Anyway, come with me! Me and the others need to ask you a question, and it's too crowded in here to do it."
"But I'm in the middle of fixing my tv!"
"Here, I can fix it. Let me."
Foxy reached over to the wires at the back of the tv, but he accidentally did it too quickly. As his hand reached out, it accidentally grazed a loose wire, which got dislodged from the tv. The tv promptly snapped off.
"Oop!" Foxy said, surprised. He hadn't meant to do that. "Baby, I just did something! Don't worry, it's-"
But his words were meaningless this time. Baby, eyeing the unplugged cord and the now turned-off tv, gasped in such a large and loud way that Foxy would have never expected to hear it before now. "YOU JUST BROKE MY TV!"
"No, no, I didn't!" Foxy hurriedly plugged the cord back in and turned on the tv. It came on as it was supposed to. "See? I fixed it!"
But Baby still looked heartbroken. "You...just deleted...all of my progress!" She cried in a sad voice. "Now I'll have to play through all again!"
"I...no...I didn't mean to...I'm sorry!"
Baby was hyperventilating, and she looked as if she was about to pass out. But she stopped hyperventilating and instead took deep, calming breaths. "It's fine. It's totally fine. I'll just walk it off. No...big...deal..."
"Look, we can find a way to fix it! Doesn't the game have a background save in case something like this happens?"
Baby glared at Foxy, then sighed. "Forget it." She ran down the vent corridor and went out the door, jumping onto the landing below. Foxy hurriedly followed her. They were back in the room below the ladder leading up to the vents. Ballora, Puppet, and Bon-Bon were already there, having waited for Foxy to bring Baby out.
"So, what do you guys want?" Baby sighed, looking annoyed.
"Bon-Bon has been very secretive this whole entire day, and...well, basically, he wants to ask you something." Foxy explained. "Bon-Bon, go ahead and ask her your question."
Bon-Bon inched up to Baby, looking more nervous than Foxy had ever seen him be before. "I...I...I'm c-cute. And, uh...n-notice me?"
Baby's face lit up as she heard this, and she smiled widely. "Awww...that's adorable! Have you guys been training him so he can be more confident?"
"Uh, kind-of sort-of?" Foxy stuttered, unsure of how to respond.
"Oh, how nice of you. So, Bon-Bon, what did you want to ask me."
"Um...I...uh..." Bon-Bon sputtered, his courage waning. Then he inched away from Baby. "N-N-Nothing..."
"Awww, so CUTE!" Baby squealed. "Okay, Foxy, I'm not angry anymore. That really cheered me up!" She giggled, and Bon-Bon backed up against the wall even further, his blush persisting through and through.
"Yeah, uh, sure!" Foxy cheered. "I'm a great trainer! Hooray!"
"But he's also a detective." Ballora added.
"Yep!"
"Wait, if you're a detective...then we need those skills! Figure out what Bon-Bon's trying to ask!"
"Okay!" Foxy began talking to Bon-Bon as if the bunny hand-puppet was a dog. "What are you trying to say, boy? What are you trying to say?"
Bon-Bon looked even more uncomfortable. "Um...uh...I...I...I don't know..."
"Oooooh, I think I got it! Ballora, Puppet, can I talk to you two for a second?"
"Oh, okay!" Ballora exclaimed happily.
"Sure, I guess." Puppet added.
Foxy led them over to the other side of the room, far away from Baby and Bon-Bon. As they did so, Baby continued to stare adoringly at Bon-Bon. Then Bon-Bon started throwing cookies, like Baby had yesterday. Soon, the two of them were in an all-out war of throwing cookies at each other.
Meanwhile, Foxy told Ballora and Puppet his conclusion. "Guys, Bon-Bon likes Baby!"
Both the ballerina and the marionette gasped.
"Gasp!" Ballora said out loud.
"What makes you think that, Foxy?" Puppet asked.
"Well, he's being super nervous around her, and he's been blushing a lot, too." Foxy pointed out. "And he and Baby are throwing cookies at each other! Remember the chocolate thing? You know, how you're supposed to give chocolate to the boy/girl that you like?" The others nodded. Foxy then watched Bon-Bon and Baby continue their cookie fight for a second, until he noticed that Baby was throwing cookies back. "Wait, Baby's throwing them back? This isn't good."
"It isn't? Why would that be?" Ballora asked confusedly.
"Because Bon-Bon might get the wrong idea!"
"No, I think it's fine." Puppet cut in. "She's just throwing back the cookies Bon-Bon threw at her."
"Oh, yeah." Foxy responded, then he walked over to the action. At this point, cookies were lying everywhere. "Geez, so many cookies!"
"I know, isn't this fun?!" Baby squealed. "Food fight!" She threw cookies in every direction, not seeming to care where she threw them this time.
As she did this, Foxy sidestepped over to Bon-Bon. "Bon-Bon, just be clear with your words. You're already one step ahead."
"This is the final stretch! You can do it, Bon-Bon!" Puppet cheered.
Bon-Bon looked surprised, but he nodded meekly. "A-alright." He slowly approached Baby, who had stopped her cookie craze and had turned to face Bon-Bon. "I w-was wondering if...m-maybe you'd like to...talk sometime?"
Baby's face lit up even more. "Aww, of course! I'll talk to you anytime."
Bon-Bon's jaw opened like a trapdoor, and he seemed unable to say anything.
"Wow, he's speechless." Ballora noted in wonder.
"Oh, yeah." Baby said. "Well, Bon-Bon, if that was all, if you just wanted to talk to me, then you can come anytime! Knock on my door, call me, whatever you like! Can't stick around, though. I've got to go back to fixing my game." She glared at Foxy as she said this.
"Hey, I'm sorry!" Foxy apologized. "Just check the backup file, okay?"
Baby sighed. "Yeah, I'll go check the backup file. Well, it was nice talking to you guys. Bye."
Everyone waved at the clown girl as she went up the nearby ladder and went into the vent tunnel, closing the door behind her.
"Come on, Bon-Bon, let's go now." Foxy said, and he led the way as the animatronics trekked back down the hall, heading back to the auditorium.
Foxy and co. had arrived in Foxy's room when Ballora started to chant.
"Bon-Bon likes Baby!" Ballora chanted.
"Bon-Bon likes Baby! Bon-Bon likes Baby!" Foxy and Puppet joined in.
Bon-Bon groaned loudly. "Why do you guys have to pick on me?"
"'Cause you're just so CUTE!" Foxy teased, laughing. Bon-Bon sighed even louder.
"And good at housing explosives."
"Wait, what?"
"There better not be any TNT in this pizzeria." Ballora muttered suspiciously.
"I thought you took away all my explosives, Foxy." Bon-Bon mentioned confusedly.
"Yep, I did. They're gone for good." Foxy said, sure of himself on that.
"For now."
"I don't like the sound of that..." Ballora complained.
"Don't worry, it's all good." Foxy assured her.
"So...how did I do with...Baby?" Bon-Bon stuttered, his nervousness coming back. "Did she...say yes?"
"Well, actually, kinda. She sort of said that you're her friend. That's a good first step."
"She friend-zoned you! HA!" Ballora laughed.
Foxy looked at her disapprovingly. "Ballora, don't say that. She didn't friend zone him, this is just the first step."
"Alright, yes, it's the first step."
"I can't believe I actually helped you, Bon-Bon." Puppet voiced in distaste. "If I had known this advice was going to you, Bon-Bon, I would have said something completely different."
"Wow, Puppet, that's really mean." Foxy chastised.
"Well, I was lied to!"
"He lied to me, too!" Ballora added. "He said it was for a friend."
Bon-Bon just glanced at both of them, then shrugged and ran over to Foxy's cove, where he opened the trapdoor and disappeared into Foxy's back room. "Gregory, I'm coming!"
Foxy watched him, then he looked back at Puppet and Ballora. "Well, me and him are gonna relax and get to sleep. Have a good night, guys."
"Seeya." Puppet said, waving to Foxy before leaved the room.
"Bye." Ballora added, nodding slightly, then heading off as well.
Foxy turned and went down the trapdoor himself, closing it behind him as he went through the small passage into the back room. He came up to Bon-Bon, who was sitting by Gregory's cage, silently watching the chicken walk around the cage.
"You okay, Bon-Bon?" Foxy asked, raising a metal eyebrow.
"Yeah." Bon-Bon mumbled. "Just...watching Gregory."
"Are you sure you're fine?"
"Yes, I was just...so nervous about talking to her. Thank god I finally did it."
"Hey, I'm proud of you for this. You've taken the first step, and you've become better friends with Baby too. Good job today."
"...thanks, Foxy."
"Anytime, Bon-Bon. I'm gonna deactivate now, okay? I'm kind of tired from all of today's events."
"Go ahead. I'll just be here."
"Got it. Good night."
"Night."
Foxy walked over and stood near the chest of drawers, then deactivated himself, ready to sleep the night away...
WOOOO, yes! Finally done with November! It took me WAY too long to finish the second month of the animatronics' daily life in Circus Baby's.
Next chapter, we move on to December! Expect some Christmas-related chapters, new characters, and, of course, even more random shenanigans.
Seeya next time, everybody!
