*Thoughts*
"Speech"
".Plushtrap Speak."
Bonding Games, Part 2
Spin the Bottle
"Waitwaitwaitwaitwait," Jack-o-Bonnie waved her hands in front of herself, stopping the others. "Kissing?!"
"Mhm!!" Mangle chirped happily, nodding her head.
"That...that is a bit strange," Freddy agreed.
"C'mon guys, it's not that weird," Bonnie offered up. "I mean, we're all friends here, so its not like we're hooking up with total strangers..."
"Or hooking up," Mangle added. "It's just kissing. 'Sides, we can get the whole "First Kiss" thing outta the way without a whole buncha--"
"Wait, ain't that supposed to be a big thing? And ain't we a little young fer that?" The firey bunny interrupted once more.
Mangle raised her brow.
"Weren't you getting turned on by Nightmare and Foxy earlier?"
Jack-o-Bonnie went silent, looking away.
"...Point taken."
"Now that that's settled," Mangle continued, looking around, "Where the heck are the others with that bottle?"
"CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!"
Nightmare, Chica, Jack-o-Chica, Plushtrap, and BB slammed their fists on the table as Foxy continued to down the entire bottle of Apple Juice like a boss.
"D-Don't ch-ch-choke..." Nightmarionne quietly added
"They'll probably be back in a minute," Bonnie offered up.
Freddy spoke up once more.
"What if we kiss someone of the same gender?"
When they looked at him, he hurriedly continued.
"It is not that I am going to be mean about it--that is, if one of is...what is the word..."into that"--just that, well, I am not necessarily into it myself, and we do not know who is and who is not..."
They thought about that.
"Well, guess we're gonna find out who is~" Mangle cooed.
Jack-o-Bonnie groaned.
"Okay, but if I gotta kiss Balloon Boy, all y'all are gettin' flamed."
That got a laugh, and an agreement from Freddy.
Suddenly, an extremely loud burp echoed throughout the house, followed by a series of excited "EYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY"s.
The four looked at each other.
"Dangit, we shoulda gone down there too."
Once the others had returned with the bottle, the unease settled in again after Mangle explained the rules to the others.
"I mean...why, though?"
Mangle looked at Nightmare.
" 'Cause we can, duh!!"
"But...I mean..."
"If you guys don't wanna, we don't have to," Bonnie piped up. "We're tryin' to have fun, right?"
Nightmare scratched the back of his head.
"I mean...well, I'm curious, just...I dunno..."
"Pensive?" Freddy offered.
When he was met with nothing but blinks, he sighed.
"Nervous."
"Oh, yeah, definitely."
"Come ooooooooooon Nighty, we can't be that bad. Didn'tcha see Chica earlier?"
The chicken grumsbled.
Nightmare sighed.
"Okay, okay, I'll play."
*Now I'm really glad Fredbear's not here.*
After some more badgering from Mangle towards the others, they were all (albeit some reluctantly) playing.
Nightmare went first again, placing his hand on the bottle and flicking his arm to spin it.
...It then proceeded to go flying into the wall, the Twins barely dodging it.
After the glass shattered everywhere, they looked at Nightmare, whose face turned a deep shade of blue.
"Ehehe...oops?"
After getting a new bottle--a plastic one, mind you--they returned to the game, Nightmare taking his turn again.
Unfortunately, he had to spin twice, as his first(second?) attempt sent it flying at the Twins again, and they had to catch it.
After his second(third?) attempt, it was stable, giving relief to everyone.
The Twins then stared at it.
"Is it pointing at you or me?"
"Um...me, I think."
Jack-o-Chica looked sheepishly at Nightmare.
"Uh...yeah. Me..."
Nightmare gave a small shrug, getting up.
The two met at the middle, staring for a minute.
"Uh...well--"
"JUST DO IT ALREADY!!" Jack-o-Bonnie and Mangle yelled at the same time.
The victims jumped a little.
"Sheesh!! Calm down!!" Nightmare responded.
He turned back to the chicken.
...Who was blushing furiously, not really wanting to look at him.
He inhaled deeply through his nose.
He then placed his hands on each of her shoulders.
She shifted, nervously placing her claws on the underside of his elbows.
Nightmare shifted his feet a little.
"Okay...so...obviously, I've never done this before...so...uh...yeah."
"So fluent." She snorted.
He rolled his eyes with a small smile.
He then leaned in, her doing the same.
It was a bit awkward at first, with Jack-o-Chica's beak, and the fact that Nightmare was taller than her by a few inches, but it eventually melted away, almost unnoticeable.
*He's so gentle...this is...kinda nice...*
Unfortunately for her, her thoughts were cut short when he pulled away.
Several blinks, and then he spoke.
"That was kinda nice."
The chicken blushed again.
"Yeah..."
Nightmare went to pull away again, only to find that he was unable to.
He looked down.
"Uh...can you let go?"
"Huh?"
Upon further inspection, the firey chicken found that she had, subconsciously, wrapped her arms around Nightmare, and had him held in a firm hug.
She tilted her head back slightly to meet his gaze, blush returning.
"Heh...oops."
She then fulfilled his request, freeing him to go back to his seat.
She was a bit slower, still paused in place for a moment before doing the same.
Her sister nudged her with a smirk.
"Somebody was enjoyin' that, eh Cheeks?"
The chicken elbow-jabbed her as hard as she could in reply.
However, she was suprised when Mangle pushed the bottle to her.
"Uh...isn't it your turn, Mangle?"
The vixen shook her head with a toothy grin.
"Nope! This game's different! Whoever the bottle landed on last turn is the new spinner!!"
The chicken gulped.
"O-Oh...okay..."
She shifted, then reached out, giving the bottle a spin.
Once it stopped, she nervously looked up at her next victim.
She locked eyes with Bonnie.
Said rabbit chuckled nervously.
*Two chickens in a row? Seriously?? I mean hey no offense girls but this seems a little fishy...*
However, a quick glance at Mangle betrayed no pre-planned sin from the vixen, and he shrugged it off, realizing that there really wasn't a way to rig the game after all.
He also realized that he had a hot--no, literally--hot chicken waiting for him.
Getting up, he shuffled over, ignoring the feeling that someone was glaring at him from behind.
He gave Jack-o-Chica a sheepish grin.
She tilted her head to the side.
"What?"
She moved it back.
"Oh, nothing..."
Behind him, Chica was glaring daggers at them both, eye twitching.
Nightmare leaned over and nudged her.
"You okay, Chica?"
He tried to hide his snicker and failed miserably.
She redirected her glare at him, saying nothing.
Foxy poked her in the side.
And here we have the third instance of Foxy's big dumb mouth.
"Ye wanna grind on 'im yerself?"
Her head whipped around to him, and her hand clasped around his throat.
Jack-o-Chica sweatdropped as Bonnie went to turn his head, hearing sounds of pre-murder.
"Wha--"
However, the chicken was faster, and, in blind panic, grabbed him by the chest fluff as Chica herself had done earlier, pulling him in.
He was startled at first, but was able to actually kiss back because, unlike Chica, she was being gentle.
As gentle as she could be, of course, while still making sure he didn't pull away.
She finally released him, dropping him back and out of her grip.
He stared at her, rubbing the spot on his chest where both chickens had grabbed him like maniacs that night.
"...Huh."
She tilted her head.
"Huh what?"
"Nightmare was right. You're a pretty good kisser."
She blushed more.
"Thanks..."
They returned to their seats; Bonnie didn't notice, however, that Foxy and Nightmarionne had switched.
He did notice Chica eyeing him out of the corner of his eye, and that she seemed to be sitting a bit closer than when he'd gotten up.
The bottle was pushed to him, and he gave it a spin; Chica seemed to be leaning over him as she watched, breathing intense.
He knew, because he could feel her hot breath on his shoulder and ear.
*I think I should say something...wait, no, she might stab me. Nevermind.*
Unfortunately, it didn't land on her; it landed on Mangle.
Who grinned at him widely; that scared him for some odd reason.
*Maybe it's the fangs...? She has pretty sharp fangs...*
Of course, they both complied with the rules of the game, and Bonnie walked over to her.
Mangle's grin grew wider.
"The other two made you look fun, so make sure I enjoy this, 'kay?"
"Uh..." He rubbed the back of his head. "I'll try?"
"Atta boy. Now c'mere."
She reached both of her hands up, grabbing the sides of his face and pulling him in.
The vixen swayed her hips a little in enjoyment; Bonnie was a bit suprised at how soft her lips were.
Across the table, Freddy found himself making a list of regrets.
1) Being friends with Bonnie, as murdering him would leave a lasting feeling of guilt that he didn't want to deal with. Also, the fact that he might miss him.
2) Living with 11 other people, as hiding a body in a house where anybody could walk into the room you were in was a hugh possibility; and Old Man Consequences catching a fish, how would Nightmare react if Fredbear saw a dead body?
3) Sitting next to Balloon Boy.
"Ooooh, I see your eye twitching, Brownie. Howzit feel?? Does it feel weird?? Does it feel like a thousand tiny little jealousy bugs crawling through your skin?? Ooh, plannin' a murder? I think you're plannin' a murder."
Freddy, whose eye was indeed twitching, gave BB the pleasure of having his entire face engulfed by a massive brown hand.
"I will be planning two murders if you cannot shut your trap, Balloon Boy."
When the kissers broke apart, Mangle stared at Bonnie.
He scratched at one of his ears.
"Uh...you're welcome?"
Several others facepalmed.
When Mangle responded, nobody was expecting what she said next.
"Holy crap, gimme more!"
She then proceeded to tackle him kiss him angrily again.
This caused a myriad of reactions from the others, including a very eloquent "WHAT THE FUCK--" from Chica.
Several minutes later, the others had pried Mangle off of Bonnie, and the dazed rabbit had been dragged back to his seat by an angry Chica.
They were still staring at Mangle, who shrugged.
"What? He was good."
Nobody really knew how to respond to that.
Freddy, however, was deep in thought.
*Mangle, please sit on my face.*
BB, unfortunately, noticed.
Nudging ensued.
"Ooh, betcha wish she'd'a done that to you, huh Brownie? Betcha wish she'd sit on your face or somethin', with the way you're look--"
He then had the pleasure of being strangled by Freddy; who, when fearfully questioned, simply replied with "IT CAN READ MINDS!"
After separating Freddy from the supposed mind reader, Nightmare looked around.
"Dare we continue this?"
Silence...
"Ah, what the hell, let's do it."
*SMACK*
Jack-o-Bonnie rubbed the back of her head whilst glaring at her sister, who paid her no attention.
The others, sadly, agreed with her.
Nightmare sighed.
"Is this gonna be a thing? Like, we do random, pointless crap just because we can?"
Unfortunately, his pleas went unheard.
Letting out a yawn, he returned to his seat, shaking his head.
It was still Mangle's turn, so she spun.
It landed on...Plushtrap?
The vixen grinned; she was sitting right next to her, so all they had to do was turn to each other.
Most of the others had been nervous before theirs; Mangle had been the first to not really care.
Plushtrap, however, was even worse; she literally didn't give a shit, and stood (to be even with Mangle), grabbed her friend's snout (by the top), pushed it down a little, and kissed her as hard as she could.
Mangle could actually be heard giggling a little.
Interest was spread around the group, along with...other things.
Granted, this had actually been going on a while, as this was a game about kissing, and I hear kissing is pretty hot.
Seriously, look at Nightmarionne over there.
Said ghastly puppet grit its teeth, criss crossing its legs again.
Foxy nudged it.
"Ye alright, Ma'ey? Ye've been actin' weird since we star'ed..."
Nightmarionne tore its eyes away from the scene and to Foxy, glad for a distraction.
"I-I th-think I-I'll b-be f-f-fine...m-maybe..."
Foxy frowned.
"Ye sure? Are ye feelin' sick? Are ye hurtin'? Ye may'a not healed all t'e way--"
Nightmarionne leaned in, lowering its voice to a whisper.
"Th-The s-same r-reason y-your t-t-tail's st-sticking st-straight u-up l-like th-that."
Foxy went quiet, face going completely blue.
He leaned in as well.
"Are ye resistin' t'e urge t'--"
"Ey, Foxy, c'mere."
Interrupted, Foxy looked over at Jack-o-Bonnie.
"Eh?"
The bunny waggled her eyebrows.
The insinuation made him realize.
"Eh...oh."
As he got up, Nightmarionne leaned over to Freddy.
"W-What d-d-did w-we m-miss...?"
"Plushtrap had to kiss Mangle twice, and she kissed Nightmare, who then kissed Jack-o-Bonnie."
His face turned a little blue, and he grumbled.
"Yet she somehow evades me..."
Nightmarionne wasn't sure if it should be glad or dissapointed to have missed it.
Its gaze then drifted to Foxy and Jack-o-Bonnie, the former shifting nervously while the latter licked her teeth.
"Nightmare was nice," She mused. " 'E's a bear, though. His face's kinda wide. Yer snout's narrow, though. But d'ya have bad breath? I dunno. But have ya eaten any children lately?"
Foxy felt all nervousness drain from him for a split second.
"Lass...what t'e bloo'y hell are ye talkin' about?"
He could hear her sister sighing.
"She did the same thing to me, Foxy," Nightmare spoke up with a yawn. "I think it's a process."
"It's the nerves," Jack-o-Chica sighed again. "She doesn't know how to deal with them."
Freddy looked at her.
"How do you know that?"
*I can literally hear her thoughts. They're completely out of control.* "It's a sister thing. Sometimes you just know."
The firey chicken glanced at the bunny again.
*Bonnie?*
She didn't receive a response, but the other end of the line went silent.
*It's fine, you don't have to be nervous. Nightmare was fine, right?*
Silence, but slight humming.
She didn't say anything else, letting the bunny think.
After a moment, the bunny grabbed Foxy by the shoulders and kissed him; it was firm, but still soft.
Foxy, after a slightly suprised moment, kissed back; his was gentle, but as if it were pressing for more...curious, in a way.
Jack-o-Chica smiled, disconnecting their line.
When the bunny was 'satisfied', she shoved Foxy off and went back to her seat.
The fox watched her go before nervously asking.
"...'Ow was it?"
She paused.
After a moment, she craned her head around with a sly grin.
"Not bad."
When Foxy returned to his seat, Nightmarionne glanced at his tail.
Straight up and wagging.
Foxy gave the bottle a good flick, sending it spinning for a coupleminutes.
Once done, it landed on...Nightmarionne?
Foxy grinned, looking at it.
"Leas' we ain' gotta ge' up!"
Nightmarionne's face turned a dark shade of blue.
"R-Right..."
Foxy leaned in slowly...
Nightmarionne leaned in slowly...
Each could feel the warmth of each other's breaths on their faces...
*THUD*
All heads whipped to find Nightmare's on the table, the bear unconscious.
Giggles went around; mainly in the girls.
"Somebody's tired," Mangle cooed.
"We all probably are," Freddy yawned.
"Am I the only one wondering how his head went to thesideinstead of straight down?" BB asked, slightly disturbed.
"That mean we're quittin'?" Jack-o-Bonnie asked, cracking her neck.
Agreements went around, along with a mutter of "I didn't get any action..." from BB.
Thus, goodnights were said, Nightmare was dragged away, and everyone headed to their rooms.
Except BB, who stretched out on the table they'd been at...
As Nightmarionne floated through the halls, a thought went through its mind.
*...I didn't get any 'action' either...*
I'd like to dedicate the last segment of the chapter to SmilesForeverHappy :3
Welp, see ya next chappie!!