*Thoughts*

"Speech"

".Plushtrap Speak."

Bonding Games, Part 1


Truth or Dare

"So...how do we play?"

Mangle turned to Nightmare, grinning widely and showing off her gleaming fangs in the process.

"On our turns, whoever's turn it is asks another person if they wanna answer a truth or do a dare. If they pick truth, they have to answer a questionhonestly;if they pick dare, they gotta do whatever the turn-ee tells 'em to!!"

Nightmare blinked.

He then glanced around the table.

Specifically at the girls.

"...I'm scared."

"You should be!!"

That ominous warning sent a chill down his spine.

"So!" She clapped her paws. "Who wants to start??"

Murmurs went around the table.

"Maybe Nightmare should?" Jack-o-Chica offered. "He's the oldest."

This was in agreement, so Nightmare went into thought, looking around.

Hmm...who should I pick? I wanna make this a good one...*

Once decided, he looked at his victim.

"Foxy, Truth or Dare?"

Foxy hummed as he thought.

"...Dare."

Nightmare pondered what to do...

Before an evil grin plastered itself on his face.

Mangle leaned over to Plushtrap.

"Okay, now I'm a little scared," She whispered.

The green bunny nodded her agreement, still watching the boys' exchange.

"I dare you to pick one of the girls..."

He leaned in, clasping his paws together...

"...And flirt with her."

Foxy's eyes snapped wide open.

"EH?!"

The others all took deep inhales through their teeth.

"Yikes."

"Oh boy."

"That's a little creepy."

"O-Oh m-my..."

"Wow."

"That's one way to start this off."

"This is gonna be hilarious."

Foxy sheepishly rubbed the back of his head, looking around.

Nightmare smirked.

"Oh, and Nightmarionne doesn't count this time. No offense, Mari."

"N-None t-taken."

Foxy looked around again...

Before leaning over to Freddy, batting his eyelids flirtatiously.

"Ye got beautiful eyes, lassie."

Silence...

Before all the others (save Freddy) busted out laughing, their uncontrolled howling echoing through the library.

"Fucking burned--"

"Dude--"

"That was not--what I--was expecting--"

"That was waaaaaaay better than what I was expecting--"

".Scree ree ree--"

"Freddy just got owned--"

As the banter continued, Freddy glared at Foxy with the fury of a thousand suns.

He shrank back a little under the bear's gaze.

"Eh, Fre'y--"

"I am filing for a divorce. You are the worst husband I have ever had."

This response only made the others laugh even harder, causing the shelves around them to shake slightly.

Once that died down, something Freddy had said made BB speak up.

"Wait, how many have you had?"

Freddy looked at him with a stone-cold glare.

"Check the cemetery."

This caused more laughter for most of them, but Jack-o-Chica leaned over to her sister.

"What's a cemetery?"

"I guess where they put dead people?"

After the laughter died down once more, they returned to the game.

"Who's next?" Nightmare asked, looking at Mangle.

"Well, I guess we can go counter-clockwise, so I'll go."

Everybody immediately began holding their breaths, looking at each other.

"Hmm...I'll pick..."

She locked eyes with her target, and beamed.

"Mari!! Truth or Dare??"

The others, while relieved, shot the terrified puppet sympathetic looks.

"U-Uh...u-um...T-Truth?"

"Aw, I was hoping you'd pick dare. Oh well. Hmmm...good questions..."

After a moment of thinking and tapping her chin, she decided.

"Okay, if you had to kill one of us, who would it be?"

"B-Balloon B-Boy."

The swiftness in which it had answered was...more than a little concerning.

"Dude!! Why me?!" BB shrieked. "I thought we were gonna sacrifice Freddy if worst came to worst!!"

Nightmarionne glared at him.

"Y-You a-asked m-me if m-my t-tear m-marks m-m-meant th-that I w-was c-c-constantly w-weeping b-bec-c-cause of m-my m-meaningless ex-x-xistence or i-if I s-sweat through m-my eye soc-ckets c-c-constantly."

Everybody else stared at BB.

"...Fair point, nevermind."

Still a bit disgusted at that last part, they moved on to Plushtrap's turn.

She glanced around, before deciding on Freddy.

".Treeree Drire?."

Freddy clasped his paws together, looking at the table as he thought.

"I believe I shall go with Truth, this round."

Plushtrap smirked.

".Drir yir firn Manrar crirt?."

They all looked at Freddy, grinning stupidly.

Mangle blushed, looking away.

"Uh...Plushtrap...isn't that a little--"

"Yes."

She looked back at him.

He covered his eyes.

"I find you...very cute, yes."

When he moved his hand down, they ended up staring at each other and blushing.

Of course, their idiot friends were still there, so the manditory "AWWWW"s and "OH MY GOODNESS GET A ROOM" were offered up, prompting Freddy to yell at them to shut up.

He shot a glare in Plushtrap's direction, who stuck her tongue out at him and pulled down on her bottom eyelid.

Mangle, however, looked down, blushing, holding her tail; however, a small smile played on her lips.

Jack-o-Bonnie nudged her sister in the ribs.

"Your turn, Chica."

"Right," she replied as she looked around.

"Hmm...Bonnie, Truth or Dare?"

The blue bunny scratched behind one of his ears.

It took him a minute to register that she had been talking to him.

"Wait, me? Crap, sorry, had a really itchy spot. Dare."

Jack-o-Chica scratched at one of her elbows as she thought.

Then she giggled.

Evilly.

"I dare you to make me a sandwich."

He tilted his head to the left, raising a brow.

"Seriously?"

"I'm dead serious. Now go."

He shrugged, standing up and exiting.

All looked at her.

"Uh, Cheeks? What the heck?"

The chicken snorted.

"You know how earlier, Chica said he tried to get some water from the sink and missed?"

Nods.

"Well, I also saw him trying to open a pack of crackers. They exploded."


Bonnie entered the kitchen, going straight to the fridge and opening it up.

He gazed up into the beautiful abyss of neverending food, trying to decide what to grab.

"Hmm...she never said what kinda sammich she wanted..."

He scratched the side of his head.

"I mean...oh come on Bonnie, this can't be that hard, can it? Chica made plenty o' that stuff just fine. All ya gotta do is make a sammich. Two peices o' bread and stuff in between."

He shrugged.

"Can't be that hard, right?"


"How long has it been?"

"Fifteen minutes."

The ten had decided to wait until Bonnie got back to resume, and were currently wondering where the heck he was.

Suddenly, a series of Bonnieful cries rang out, along with various noises.

*CRASH* "WHAT THE HECK--"

*BANG* "OW--HOW'D THAT EVEN GET UP THERE?!"

*WOOOSH* "SHIT THAT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE ON FIRE--"

*BOOM*

That last one was followed by violent hacking.

They all looked at each other.

"This might turn out worse than we thought."


"How long?"

"Thirty minutes."

The crashing noises and commentary hadn't stopped just yet, and the other kids were having mixes of fear and amusement flowing through them.

However, the noises stopped eventually, and sounds of Bonnie re-entering the Library ensued.

Everyone glanced at each other.

When the bunny entered, his appearance was not the best; he looked charred, had a few bruises here and there, and seemed to be shaking.

He silently set the plate down on the table and walked away (hopefully to clean himself off).

All eyes, pupils, and lack thereof turned to the sandwich.

...If you could even call it that.

The bread was charred beyond recognition, what appeared to be lettuce was so thin and had so many holes in it you couldn't touch it without it disintegrating, the cheese was green and melted down to the point of it almost being plaster, and...I honestly don't even know if that's meat or not.

The others gagged.

"Who agrees to never let him near the cooking supplies again?"

There was absolutely no argument.


Bonnie eventually returned, all cleaned up, and the game resumed.

Unfortunately, it was Jack-o-Bonnie's turn.

The bunny looked around, squinting.

"...Chica, truth or dare?"

The yellow bird snorted.

"Dare."

The bunny wasted no time, smirking all the while.

"I dare you t' kiss Bonnie."

This was met with gasps and "Oooooooh"s from the others, along with a "NICE" from Mangle.

Chica snorted, rolling her eyes.

"Whatev--"

"I don't mean a lil' peck or somethin', I wanna see a full-fledged sucker on the lips."

Chica covered her eyes with a growl.

"Can I refuse this?"

Mangle's response was swift and to the point.

"NO."

The chicken growled again, turning to Bonnie.

He cowered under her I'm-guarding-the-Gates-of-Hell gaze.

"Please be gentle," He whispered fearfully.

Her hand reached out quickly, angrily grabbing him by the bowtie and chest fluff, yanking him towards her as he squeaked.

She then proceeded to slam his muzzle straight into her beak, their "lips" meeting in a passionate, fiery kiss.

It only lasted for a few seconds, however, as Chica then proceeded to dump him onto the ground mercilessly.

"You better have enjoyed that, rabbit. Best you'll ever get."

He gave no response, as he was still lying on the ground, dazed and bewildered.

Across the table, Mangle and Jack-o-Bonnie high-fived.

Chica glared at the two, mainly at the orange bunny.

"I'll get you for this."

However, the bunny was unfazed by her threat.

They then moved on to the next turn.

BB looked around, grinning.

"Jack-o-Chica, Truth or Dare?"

"Truth, definitely." She did not want anything weird, and knowing it was BB definitely didn't help.

"Darn...oh, wait, here's a good one!"

He leaned in.

"If we were stuck on a deserted island and were stuck with one of us, who would it be? Your sis doesn't count."

"Hmm..."

She tapped her chin as she thought.

"Okay, if Freddy was there, he could get us off; if Mangle was there, she could hunt so we didn't starve; but if Chica was there, she could hunt and make the food edible...and probably get us off through sheer force of anger...so, yeah, Chica."

"Nice," Chica spoke up, winking at her.

Foxy chuckled.

"Sheer force o' anger."

Next up was Freddy, who resisted the urge to immediately ask Mangle; he didn't want to make things any more awkward after earlier.

"...Nightmare, Truth or Dare?"

Nightmare thought for a moment.

"Uh...dare, I guess."

Now it was Freddy's turn to think.

Then, an idea came to him.

"I dare you to sit on Foxy's lap for ten minutes."

While the others were a little confused, Foxy began shaking a little.

"But he be bigger than me--"

"Hey, I'm not fat--well, I'm a little thick, but not like Balloon Boy!!"

"WHY DOES EVERYBODY KEEP CALLING ME FAT?!"

Freddy smirked.

"Do it."

Nightmare growled, standing up and walking over to Foxy.

He unceremoniously flopped down onto Foxy, who gagged a little at the wind being knocked out of him.

Everybody else laughed at the sight of Foxy squirming under Nightmare, who crossed his legs and arms.

"It's ten minutes,right?"

Freddy nodded.

Nightmare fidgeted, trying to get comfortable and failing.

"What the heck are your legs made out of, Foxy?! It's like two bones going up my--"

"ME LEGS AND FEET 'RE ME'AL!! AN' HOW D' YE THINK IT FEELS WIT' YE RUBBIN' UP ON MY--"

Freddy turned to Nightmarionne, who was transfixed on the scene.

"It is your turn."

It jumped slightly.

"O-Oh, u-uh..."

It looked around.

"Pl-Plushtrap, T-Truth o-or D-D-Dare...?"

She didn't hesitate.

".Dirire."

"U-Um...I-I d-d-dare y-you t-to m-make th-the c-c-cutest f-face y-you c-c-can..."

She scowled at it, making it shrink back a little under her gaze.

She grabbed the side of her face as she thought, grumbling.

Then, she let both of her ears drop, reaching up and grabbing one, pulling it down under her chin and holding it like a baby would hold its blanket.

She then widened her eyes as much as she could, even making them shake a little, and looked up, making a begging face.

As it was absolutely adorable, everybody immediately went "AWWWWWWW", prompting her to immediately quit and yell at them to shut their traps.

They turned to Foxy to inform him that it was his turn, and finding that the duo's situation had progressively gotten worse.

"JUST SPREAD YOUR LEGS OR SOMETHING--"

"BUT T'EN IT'LL GO RIGHT UP YER CRACK!!"

"WELL DO YOU WANT ME TO PUT MY HEAD ON YOUR LAP AND MY OTHER HALF UP ON YOUR FACE?!"

"OI DON' WANNA FEEL YER CRACK, LET ALONE SEE IT--"

"I'M WEARING UNDERWEAR GOOD GRIEF--"

"Am I the only one finding this hot?"

All other heads turned to Jack-o-Bonnie.

"Guys, look at them," She pointed at the arguing males, who were still tumbling around in uncomfortable positions. "Two squirming dudes, on top of each other, yelling about their pe--"

"WE GET THE POINT." Her sister interjected, blushing.

".Nir, pleer, crinrinu." Plushtrap piped up.

The firey bunny smirked.

"See? Plushtrap gets it."

Most of the others facepalmed, while Nightmarionne spared another glance to the two, face lit up in a blue hue."

*...They are...kinda...entertaining...*

It then smacked itself in the forehead, trying to ignore the feeling in its lower body and the mental images trying to force their way into its mind.

"You two may stop now," Freddy conceded.

They wasted no time, not caring one way or another if they'd done the full ten minutes.

Once they were seated properly once more, Foxy took his turn.

"BB, Tru' or Dare?"

"Eh...Truth."

Foxy drummed his fingers on the table as he thought.

"How much room d' ye have in yer pockets?"

The wolf tilted his head to the side.

"Huh?"

"Oi've been seein ya stick stuff in t'ere all day," Foxy replied. "Big stuff too, but ye always seem t' have more room."

BB shrugged.

"Dunno. It's a gift."

Nightmare then spoke up.

"What kinda stuff did you put in there?"

Mangle spoke up as well.

"What's the biggest thing you put in there?"

BB began digging around in one of the pockets on his blue shorts.

"Lemme see...in this one I got..."

He then proceeded to pull out a random couch.

The others stared, mouths agape.

"And in this one I got..."

He then pulled out another table, almost identical to the one they were sitting at, only black.

He shoved both furniture items back into his pockets.

"Oh! Earlier I found this!"

He then pulled out a shiny silver object, laying it on the table.

Their eyes widened.

"You found a gun?!"

Indeed, the wolf had layed down a silver handgun, the dim light of the library reflecting on its smooth surface.

"I know, right?! I definitely wasn't looking for it, but I figured: Hey, it's just sittin' around collectin' dust, so..."

Unable to argue with that logic, he pocketed it once more.

They continued the game, it being Chica's turn.

She glared daggers at Jack-o-Bonnie.

"Truth or Dare?"

She smirked back.

"Dare. Do your worst."

Chica grinned darkly.

"I was hoping you'd say that."


"WHY DID I SAY THAT?!"

Jack-o-Bonnie screamed as she dodged another knife, it embedding in the wall where she had just been.

Chica chased her down the hallway, flinging the knives at her like there was no tomorrow.

Everybody else, following along, nervously conversed.

"Uh...should we stop them?"

"I mean...dare's a dare..."

"This is really dangerous..."

"Actually, not really."

All heads turned to Mangle, who was closely watching Chica as she flung the knives.

"It doesn't look like it right now," She continued, "but Chica won't actually hit her."

Jack-o-Chica walked up next to her.

"How can you tell?"

She "eep"ed a little when the vixen grabed her face, pulling it close to hers and pointing.

"Watch Chica's aim."

The chicken watched as the other chicken fling another knife, it once again landing where the bunny had once been.

"Chica's delaying her throw," Mangle continued once more. "She's giving her a few extra seconds to get away. And when she does throw, she has her arm positioned so that it hits just a few inches away from where your sister was, so that even if itdoeshit while she's still there, it won't actually hit her."

The firey chicken blinked as she watched.

"Huh..."

"Although, why she decided on "I dare you to let me chase you through the house while throwing knives at you", when she coulda--oh wow, that is a BIG machete!"

Nightmare and Bonnie caught Jack-o-Chica as she fainted.


They eventually returned to the Library, the firey bunny clinging to her sister for dear life and squeaking everytime Chica looked at her, and Chica finally having calmed down.

Now, it was the final turn; Bonnie.

He looked at Mangle.

"Mangle, Truth or Dare?"

She gave a "Hrrrrmmmm...", thinking hard.

"...Dare."

Bonnie thought for a minute.

"...Hang on, I got an idea."

He got up and walked away again, returning with a jar of peanut butter.

"I dare ya t' eat all the peanut butter in here, but only by stickin' your snout in it."

Mangle's eyes narrowed as she looked at the jar.

"Somebody time me."


"This is...a problem."

Mangle had successfully eaten all the peanut spread, but now her entire snout was stuck in the jar.

She slammed her fist against the end of it, grunting.

*Why does such wonderous deliciousness cause me such pain??*

"Okay," Nightmare began, "we should probably get the end cut off so she can breathe--"

The cracking of knuckles caught his attention.

Jack-o-Bonnie stood up.

"I got this."


After the bunny had incinerated the plastic, Mangle wiped away the soot on her face to reveal...

Her muzzle, sealed shut by melted plastic.

She shot a glare at Jack-o-Bonnie, who rubbed the back of her neck and chuckled nervously.

"Eheh...oops?"

Facepalms all around.


"And...there."

Eventually, after several minutes of carving, Chica had managed to break the plastic off with one of her knives from earlier.

Mangle snapped at the air, inhaling deeply.

"Thanks, Chica!"

"No prob."

Once that was over, Bonnie spoke up.

"Well, if you guys are still up for it, then we can move on to the next game..."

They agreed to still being okay with it, so Mangle spoke up, grinning.

"Well, we'll need a bottle..."

And the games have only just begun!If you're interested, here's a picture of the gun BB has:

https/images.app.goo.gl/T1i54ukHLQb8xyo99

(Copy-paste that link into google)

It's a Beretta 92. Nice, right?

Anyways, To Be Continued, and see ya next chappie!!