The sound of snoring woke Springtrap the following morning. He shifted on the couch groggily and grumbled in disapproval of the annoying noise that had disturbed him. What time had they passed out? He'd lost track of time after midnight came and went. They had been watching some low budget vampire romance movie when Springtrap gave in to the call of sleep.
Gold was on the couch, sprawled out with his mouth agape. Spring sat up with a huff, staring at the sleeping bear as if his glares alone would get the noise to stop. Springtrap had moved down to the floor at some point during the night when he wanted to stretch his legs out and Gold's presence prevented him from being able to do so.
Breakfast sounded like a good start to the day. Despite his desire to curl back up into a cosy little ball on the floor and drift back to sleep, he wanted to get something in his grumbling stomach. The cold pizza on the coffee table didn't look too appetizing. Gold had eaten most of it, anyway. There were a few pieces left but Spring didn't feel like food poisoning was worth a slice of the cold cheese and pepperoni. The party was tonight after all and there was no way in hell he was missing it. Springtrap stood and began heading to the kitchen.
With a glance at a clock on the wall, Springtrap winced. It was already three in the afternoon. Maybe they had stayed up later than he'd originally thought. The man let out a small huff as he pulled open the fridge and began shuffling through it.
"You're loud." A gruff voice complained from the other room. His search for something edible had woken his noisy guest, it seemed. Spring shut the fridge door and paced over to the edge of the kitchen to glare playfully at Gold with a tired expression.
"You woke me up." Spring huffed with crossed arms and a twitch of his ear.
"Shit, was I snoring?" Gold asked in a grumble as he sat up and stretched, kicking the blanket that was draped over him onto the floor. Spring only gave a firm nod before turning back to the task at hand; not starving to death. Gold seemed to be interested in this quest now as well and was by the little bunny's side in a matter of moments. His movements were slow and sleepy.
"Anything edible?" The taller male questioned with a yawn. Springtrap shook his head.
"Nothing that's prepared, no…" Springtrap began making his way out of the kitchen, heading towards the bathroom. Gold took it upon himself to scrounge through the fridge in search of something to fill the angry void that was his stomach.
"We're going out." Springtrap called out from the hallway. "Let me brush my teeth."
He added before shutting the door. Gold huffed and pulled out a small bottle of water from the fridge. His throat was killing him.
It only took a few minutes for Springtrap to emerge from the bathroom. He'd taken the time to change as well. He was wearing a black hoodie with his little bandana over it and pair of old green sweatpants that were much too big for him. Gold was sitting at the kitchen table on his phone when Springtrap came into view. The rabbit seemed to be in a chipper mood that day.
"The party doesn't start until eight." Spring said softly as he picked a few stray pieces of lint from his hoodie. Gold climbed off of the high top chair he was perched on. Why Springtrap had chairs this tall was a mystery. The table was the perfect height for them at least.
"So we've got plenty of time. How long will it take you to do your makeup?" Gold questioned as he popped his back. Springtrap snagged his house keys off of a bookshelf where he'd tossed them quite carelessly and shrugged.
"An hour? An hour and a half maybe? I've gotta dye my face fur." He hummed with a toothy grin.
Gold smiled and shook his head as he trudged over to the couch to retrieve his leather coat.
"I don't understand why you pour so much time into these costumes." Grabbing an already assembled costume from a store was always enough for Gold. He was a simple man who liked simple things, he supposed. Spring always liked to take that extra step to make whatever he did special or unique. As Springtrap pulled the front door open he couldn't help but shrug.
"Someone has to."
"You're kidding." Springtrap muttered as he stared at the menu. On the screen was a huge cup of pumpkin pie flavoured milkshake. Gold shot Springtrap a, 'Seriously?' look.
"That looks foul." Gold cringed with a mock gag. "I bet it doesn't even taste like pumpkin."
"It doesn't." Came a voice from the kitchen area of the restaurant.
A rosy-cheeked, pale skinned teenager gave the duo a tired smile.
"BB!" Springtrap beamed loudly as the brunette made his way up to the registers.
"How have you been, kiddo?" Gold asked with a content smile. He hadn't seen the kid in quite a while. Even though Bryson was a few years younger than them, he had still been a fun person to hang around. The poor kid still had to suffer through the hell known as school. Poor bastard.
Juggling a job and homework didn't sound like the easiest thing in the world.
Bryson gave Gold a 'What do you think?' kind of look which earned a chuckle from the bear.
"Don't tell me you dropped out." Gold cocked his head sideways with a concerned expression.
"I wish. I just need some extra cash. Now I'm living the dream." Bryson leaned forward and rested his elbows on the counter. He was about sixteen now. Time went by entirely too fast.
"I'm running on four hours of sleep and energy drinks." The brunette muttered with a sleepy grin.
Spring gave him a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry, B." Bryson shrugged and stood back up.
"I'm alive. I certainly don't feel like it but maybe tonight will make things better."
Springtrap's eyes widened a little. None of them were twenty-one yet so tonight's party would be full of underaged drinking and other substances that the rabbit had no desire to consume. Coffee, sugar and caffeine were his poisons. He'd leave the alcohol poisoning and drunk driving to everyone else. The fact that Bryson was planning on attending the party made him a tad uneasy. Even though they were only a few years apart the idea of the kid attending the party worried him. BB planned to get wasted, no doubt.
"You better have a designated driver." Gold huffed with a stern look. Bryson nodded with a small smile, much to both Spring and Gold's relief.
"I do. I'm not that wreckless." Bryson assured them with playful roll of his eyes.
"Sure. We'll go with that." Gold snickered. Springtrap smiled sheepishly and inched closer to Bryson. He gave one more glance up at the menu screen before ordering.
"Do you want the nasty ass not-pumpkin shake?" Bryson asked with a smile. Spring perked his ears up and grinned. "As a matter of fact, I do! Give me the smallest size you have."
Bryson let out a genuine laugh at that. "Not brave enough to take on a large?"
"Even I'm not that stupid." The rabbit mocked with a gentle smile.
Half. That was how much he was able to stomach of that disgusting abomination that was being advertised as a pumpkin shake. Springtrap had gotten an order of cheese curds with the shake and had finished about half of them before attempting to down the shake.
"This is disgusting…" He muttered quietly so that only Gold could hear. They had taken a seat by the big glass windows at the back of the restaurant. Bryson couldn't hear them all the way over here but admitting defeat aloud was disappointing. Gold smiled and grabbed the shake from Springtrap. "It's couldn't be that terrible, Springy." Gold put his lips around the straw that Spring had apparently felt the need to chew on. He took a long sip and winced. Oh.
It… certainly wasn't good. Springtrap raised his brows and gave him a look that Gold knew meant, 'I told you so.' Gold surrendered the shake back to Springtrap and stood, holding onto the crumpled wrapper that his food had come in with the intention of finding a garbage can on the way out. The bear was still wincing from the aftertaste of the garbage he'd just consumed.
"Let's get going. I need to swing by my apartment to grab my costume." Gold hummed in a sing-song voice as he turned and made his way towards the front door. Springtrap stood and shovelled a few more cheese curds into his mouth before grabbing the box and his shake and following behind. The shake, sadly, was abandoned in the garbage can followed by a sarcastic gasp of mock surprise from Bryson who stood at the register. He had fully expected the drink to be discarded. "How much of it did you manage?" He called out as Gold walked outside.
"Half" Was Springtrap's brief response as he followed in the bear's shadow.
Byrson chuckled and turned to one of his co-workers who seemed somewhat impressed.
Springtrap couldn't believe he paid for that.
After a quick two minute pitstop at Gold's apartment to grab his costume and water his plants that Springtrap didn't know he had, they were back in Spring's own home.
Gold made himself comfortable on the couch while Springtrap went to begin the process of dying his fur. Gold had initially offered to help but Springtrap insisted that he was fine doing it alone. If he needed help he'd ask for it. He also felt that if someone was watching he'd get nervous and mess it all up but he wasn't willing to admit that to anyone, especially Gold.
He didn't want to make the bear feel like he was nervous around him in the slightest.
Springtrap felt the same way whenever he drew as a child; if someone was watching then the final product was bound to turn out subpar. True to his word, Springtrap was done in about an hour. The skeleton outfit covered most of his body except for his face and neck. He'd dyed the fur from his neck up black and then used fur- paint to do the white of his skull. He added little lines along the sides of his ears to look like bones even if they weren't anatomically correct.
The glitter was then caked on the white on his face. The sight was really actually quite cute.
He had gotten a pair of black contacts for the costume but sadly had managed to drop one of them in the toilet after they arrived. He always was a clutz, he supposed.
So one black eye and one bright green eye stared back at him from the mirror.
It wasn't half bad, really. Springtrap excitedly wagged his little tail that had been slipped through the back of the costume. Tonight was going to be so much fun.
Spring bounded out of the bathroom with a bounce in his step. Gold was sitting on the couch, already in costume. He had apparently changed after being left alone. The only part of the bear's costume that wasn't on was his mask which was lying on the coffee table in front of him.
His eyes widened at the sight of Springtrap's dyed, sparkling fur.
"Jeez, Spring. Did you mean to put that much glitter on?"
Springtrap stuck his tongue out and blew a raspberry towards the bear.
"How mature of you." Gold muttered with a flick of his ear.
"We have some time to kill before we need to get going." The serial killer bear pointed out with a small yawn. He felt a little tired but once they got on the road he was sure to perk up.
"What's on tv?" Springtrap asked as he took a seat beside the bear; much closer than he would have usually felt comfortable with to begin with. He was really coming out of his shell he wasn't fully aware he had. Gold noticed and gave a small smile as he handed the remote to Springtrap.
"A bunch of cliche, low budget trash." Was the response Springtrap got. The small skeleton rabbit crossed his legs and began scrolling through the channels.
"They're already playing Christmas stuff?" Spring whined with a pitiful frown.
"It is November, you know." Gold's reply didn't seem to change Springtrap's mind.
"It's entirely too early and you know it." The smaller man grumbled.