*Thoughts*
"Speech"
".Plushtrap Speak."
Hunger and Babysitting
The kids had found themselves in the kitchen, examining a cabinet that was much bigger than the rest.
"It feels cold," Nightmare observed, touching it.
Foxy pressed his ear against it.
"It be buzzin'...why be it buzzin'?"
"I don't know."
Mangle then proceeded to jump on the two's backs, using them as a ladder.
"It's so big!!"
Unfortunately, the boys were not expecting her weight to land on them so abruptedly, so they both crashed to the ground.
...Mangle stayed on top of them, though. Still upright...
Plushtrap came and dragged her off, letting them stand up.
Passing her thanks, they backed up, allowing the others to investigate as well.
Nightmarionne floated next to Foxy, biting its nails.
"Wh-What d-d-do you th-think's ins-s-side...?"
"Oi dunno," Foxy replied, tilting his head to the side. "Hope it ain't a bomb or somet'in'."
Nightmarionne squeaked.
"Y-You th-think there's a b-b-b-bomb?!"
"Aye, er, nay--"
"FOOD!!"
They turned to find that BB had flung one of the doors open (smashing Freddy into the wall by accident), revealing a plethora of delicacies.
The kid's mouths watered.
The opened the other door, revealing even more; Chica looked like she was going to faint.
Mangle noticed something.
"Most of it's raw...think we can eat it?"
Freddy clambered out from behind the door, observing as well.
"Well, considering most of us are predators, we should be able to."
Jack-o-Bonnie pulled out something in a box.
"How d'ya say this? Lag-san-nagnia?"
Her sister peeked over her shoulder.
"I think it's las-nagia."
"Las-nagia?"
"It's shorter than lag-san-nagnia."
"But that's how it looks--"
BB quietly cleared his throat.
"It's, uh, lasagna..."
They were quiet, letting this sink in.
"Oooooooooooh, that makes more sense."
He opened his mouth, but shut it again.
"So...should we try cooking the stuff?" Bonnie asked.
Chica glanced at him and snorted.
"What?!"
"You tried to get some water from the sink and missed," she snarked. "Gonna burn the lasagna next?"
His face turned a bit bluer at that, and he got defensive.
"I would not--"
"Flirt later, you two.'' Nightmare smirked. "Right now, we just gotta find a way to get it cooked."
Both their faces got even bluer at "Flirt later", but their protests were promptly ignored.
"We can help!!" Jack-o-Chica piped up, grinning.
"Yeah!! We got fire an' everything!!" JBonnie agreed.
"Me, too," Chica grumbled slightly. "I'll help."
"Well, I guess I will, too." Nightmare looked back up at the fridge.
He felt slightly intimidated, unsure of why.
The others agreed this was a good setup, and the rest began to disperse.
However, a small bundle of gold clung to Nightmare's leg.
The jet-black bear was startled at first, but relaxed when he realized it was just Fredbear.
Picking his little brother up, he gave him a nuzzle.
"Don't worry, Fredbear. The food shouldn't take that long..."
Fredbear stared up at him with his big, innocent, red and black eyes.
"Do I gotta be by myself...?"
That statement made it dawn on Nightmare:
The most that Fredbear had been by himself so far was in that forest, where he almost died.
*Oh...*
He gave his brother a reassuring nuzzle, accompanied by a kiss on the head.
"Of course not, Fredbear. How about we go find somebody you can hang out with until I'm done?"
Fredbear gave a small smile and nodded.
As they walked out, Nightmare grinned.
*As a matter of fact...I know exactly who!*
"Of course I'll watch Fredbear!!" Bonnie exclaimed, setting his guitar to the side and hopping off of his newly-adopted bed.
Nightmare smiled, rubbing Fredbear on the head and setting him down.
"See, Fredbear? No need to be alone. I'll see you later, okay?"
Fredbear nodded, giving him a hug.
Nightmare hugged back, then stood up and smiled at Bonnie.
"Thanks, Bonnie. I owe you one."
Bonnie waved a hand dissmisively, blowing a rasperry.
"Nah, you're fine, dude. Pay me back by makin' something good."
Nightmare grinned, making his exit.
Thus, Bonnie was now alone with Fredbear.
However, as the child stared up at him with young, innocent, impressionable eyes, Bonnie felt nervous.
*Okay, uh...this can't be that hard, right?*
While he was thinking, Fredbear began looking around the room.
His eyes caught a glimpse of something sticking out of the bunny's closet.
"Wha's that?"
Bonnie was pulled from his thoughts at the bear's question.
"What's what, little dude?" He asked, looking around.
"That. In your big door thingie."
He raised a brow, glancing at the closet.
"My closet?"
"Yeah, that."
Bonnie's eyes scanned around.
"What'cha mean, Fredb--"
Once his eyes caught onto what the little bear meant, said eyes widened, him immediately whizzing in front of the bear to block his vision whilst waving his hands defensively.
"Ohdon'tworryaboutthatFredbearit'snothing youshouldworryabouttrustme--"
However, his charge merely moved the position of his head, looking at the object again.
"Is that Chica?"
Bonnie swung his leg out backwards, flinging the plush deep into the closet.
"NO."
Fredbear raised a brow.
"...Maybe?"
He raised his other brow.
"...Ugh, okay, fine. Maybe it was..."
Fredbear's ears went up as well.
Before the bunny changed his answer again, he couldn't help but notice how cute Fredbear looked.
"...You're adorable."
This distracted him for the moment.
"Huh?"
DISTRACTION!*
"Seriously little dude, you're absolutely adorable. I'm almost jealous."
Fredbear's face got a little blue, making him even cuter.
"See? Awww."
Fredbear giggled.
Then, an idea popped into his toddler-like brain.
"If I'm cute enough, will ya tell me what's in your closet??"
"...Maybe."
"...Er, lasses? Can I ask ye a question?"
"Sure, Foxy. What's up?"
"Well, Oi understan' ye nee'ed a "Taste Tes'er", but..."
He inhaled.
"WAS TYIN' ME T' A CHAIR NECESSARY?!"
Indeed, the girls had recruited Foxy to be the official taste-tester for them all, and had, for whatever reason, deigned to tie him to a chair.
"Well duh," Jack-o-Bonnie rolled her eyes. "Ya might leave if we didn't!"
Huh. So that's the reason.
"But we know you wouldn't," Jack-o-Chica replied sweetly.
She then proceeded to bend the serving spoon she was holding without flinching.
"Right, Foxy?"
The fox fearfully--and quickly--nodded his head.
Nightmare then came around the corner, carrying a stack of pots.
"Hey Chica, will these work for your--"
His eyes landed on the terrified male.
"Oh, hey Foxy! Gonna be our taste tester?"
He fearfully nodded.
Nightmare handed the pots to Chica, revealing his body.
Or rather, what was covering his body.
Foxy tilted his head to the side.
"Why be ye wearin' a pink apron--"
"BECAUSE IT'S COMFORTABLE AND PRACTICAL, FOXY."
Foxy shut his mouth immediately.
This was gonna be a long few hours.
Bonnie had lost the battle.
Granted, it was a losing battle anyway; he was fighting the embodiment of adorable, so he had absolutely no chance.
Now, he was laying face-down on the bed, embarrassed.
"So...you put a bunch of pictures and a doll of Chica and candles and weird drawings and letters in a pile 'cause she's your friend?"
Unbeknowest to the younger, Bonnie's face became bluer.
"Yes Fredbear...because she's...my friend."
"Oh, so are ya gonna make a pile for everybody?"
"Well...no. It's only for special friends, who make you...really happy."
"But...does everybody else not make you happy, then?"
The bunny lifted his head, gazing down at the bear gazing up at him.
"Not that kind of happy, Fredbear. A...special kind of happy. You'll probably...experience it when you're older."
Fredbear blinked.
"Oh, okay."
He climbed up onto the bed, sitting next to the stretched out bunny.
He looked around some more.
"Why's that drawer locked?"
That caught Bonnie's attention.
"Which o--"
His eyes widened when he realized what his companion was referencing.
His mind flashed back to the night before.
O/O/O/O
Bonnie wandered into a room, looking around.
It was blue all around, had a nice bed, a couple dressers; not too decorated.
However, it left a satisfied feeling in his gut, making him nod happily.
"I like this one."
He wandered around, looking in the closet and drawers; he found some trinkets and items, such as a camera, notebooks, socks(?), bedsheets, etc.
However, when he opened the bottom drawer on one of them, he was very confused.
Several odd-looking dolls lied within,wearing dresses and suits and such.
However, they were at odd sizes.In his confusion, he picked one up, examining it.
"What the heck are these things...?"
However, whenever he lifted the dress up on the one he was holding, he found that it was wearing...underwear?
He felt uneasy, but pulled it down anyways.
He immediately dropped it, mortified and gagging.
"What the...why does it..."
He grabbed several more, checking them as well.
Sure enough, they were all adorned with...ahem...unmentionables.
He gagged again, shoving them all back in and slamming the drawer shut.
"What...why...HURK--"
He sprinted for the nearby trashcan (which he didn't recall being there at first, but didn't question), launching a mess into it.
Once finished, he looked back at the shut drawer and shuddered.
*I like this room, but those things have gotta go.*
He frowned.
*But whadda I do with 'em?*
He heard jingling in a drawer.
Opening it, he found chains and a padlock.
He grinned.
*Perfect.*
O/O/O/O
"...You really don't wanna know, bud."
"Oh, okay."
"How about I read you a book?" *So that you don't find something you shouldn't.*
"Okay!!"
I love Nightmare Fredbear so much. I love him more than I do myself.
Just thought you guys should know.
See ya next Chappie!!
