The train slowly departed, and Bonnie was finally away. He could finally breathe easy, knowing he was out of the hands of someone whom he couldn't get along with. But yet, there was still one last thing on his mind. Or rather, one last someone: Fredrick.

It'd be hard to get to sleep at night, knowing that there was always the possibility he'd fuck Bonnie over, but hopefully that wouldn't happen. If Bonnie trusted him enough with secretive contact information, then Fredrick should respect that trust.

It wasn't long before Bonnie fell asleep on the train. Given he'd only had about three hours of sleep, and had to run for an hour or two, could you blame him? He sat alone the whole trip, and thankfully woke up about half an hour from the stop. He held closely to his things, and couldn't wait to get off. Thankfully he had a friend who'd moved to the destinaton, which was pure coincidence.

He was thankful to have a familiar face, and understanding one at that. He needed a place for his head after all the shit he went through, and to have that friend was just that extra foothold. He'd have a place to stay until he could get a job to pay his own way.

He took out his phone, and texted that person.

"Hey, Foxworth, it's Bonnie. This is my backup number," Bonnie sent.

"Prove it," Foxworth replied.

Bonnie sent a picture of him giving the middle finger.

"Yep. That's you alright," Foxworth sent. "Whatchya need, mate?"

"I need a place to stay," Bonnie replied. "I just need a place to get away from my mom, my brother, and Fredrick. I got on the first train out of town, and I happen to be headed your way. I just need to stay long enough to find a job, and I can be out of your hair soon after."

"Sure thing, man. We're friends, I can let you stay as long as you need. I mean, I recently had a roommate move out, and they weren't paying too much of the rent. So, you moving in isn't gonna change much."

"Thanks, Foxworth."

"Cheers, mate. I'll be expecting you."

Bonnie was internally doing a victory dance. He figured that Foxworth would've been okay with it anyways, but he wasn't totally sure. He remembered when Foxworth lived closer, but he was glad he moved aways so he'd have someone to go to.

That half hour went by quicker than expected, and Bonnie was soon off the train and headed to Foxworth's place.

When he finally made it to the building, he realised just how quaint it was. It was so quiet around here, despite the seemingly dense city. All you could really hear was the distant sound of a train passing by. He entered the apartment building, and made his way up to Foxworth's apartment.

His mind wandered to what could've been with Fredrick if Bonnie had just said the right things in that time of anger. If he hadn't fucked it all up by insulting him, maybe he wouldn't have to be away from them all. He couldn't easily say he missed his mother, and he could definitely live without his brother, but he missed the one who actually cared about him.

He didn't understand his mom's problem with him being gay. It was just the way he was, though he wouldn't change it if given a shot. He was fine being this way. He enjoyed it, because he got to see another side of being in a relationship.

He knocked on Foxworth's door, finally being brought out of autopilot. The redhead opened up, warmly greeting Bonnie.

"Man, long time no see," Foxworth said with a smile. "I've missed you dearly, my friend. We really need to catch up, and you especially need to tell me the story of how you managed to end up here."

"All in good time," Bonnie replied. "For now, I just wanna take my mind off of that. It's not a very happy story."

"I understand. I wouldn't think it'd be the most fun thing to talk about. I'm honestly just chuffed to have you here."

Bonnie smiled. He finally had a place to stay away from toxicity, or away from people who were upset with him. He figured it'd be a good while before he could get settled in, and finally get a job, but he'd try not to slouch on it. He considered Foxworth to be one of his better friends, all of them having been a trio of friends since he could remember.

He wished he could've gone back to that time. Back to before his mother started hating him, just because of how his mind worked. Back before he said the wrong things to Fredrick, which pushed him away. He wanted all of those things back.

He heard a knock on the door, which interrupted his train of thought.

"C-come in," he stuttered.

The door opened to none other than Foxworth. "I hope you're gonna be okay," the ginger said with full honesty. "I can only imagine what had to happen for you to want to get away from everything. I get it if you don't want to, but find me if you wanna talk about it."

"You can come in, and we can talk about it," Bonnie replied. "I find nothing to gain out of not telling you. I know I just said that I wanted to take my mind off it, but I realised that it'd be better to talk in order to do that. Sorta clear it from the closet of my head, y'know?"

Foxworth nodded stepped into the room, and sat next to Bonnie on the bed.

"So I guess I should start with what started happening after you moved. You of course know that Alfred and Maggie, through some odd series of events, ended up together, right?" Bonnie asked.

"Of course."

"Well, after a couple months, Fredrick came to me, and... things happened. I guess that's the best way to put it, but we started going out, as well."

"So this would also be your coming-out to me?"

"Sure," Bonnie said with a smile that quickly faded. "But, essentially, we had a fight, and I didn't want to stay at home after it all. My mom pretty much hates me just for loving who I do."

"I see. Well, you can stay here as long as you need to. I know how certain things can just drag you into the mud, and you need a place away from it all. That's kinda why I moved here. That, and a change of scenery is always welcome."

"Heh, thanks. You're a great friend."

"Of course, man. I couldn't deny you admission, because I know it's necessary sometimes. Just don't stay on your ass the whole time."

"Definitely not, I couldn't do that to you. I just wish me and Fredrick didn't have to fight."

"Couples fight. Hopefully you guys can eventually work it out, and you can stay with him again. It's not that I don't like you staying here, by the way, I just know you'd be much happier over with him."

"I love him. That's an undeniable fact that I'd be happier. You're a great fried, but I love him."

"I understand. Just— don't get handsy, is all I can say."

Bonnie laughed, "If anyone was likely to get handsy, it's you, Foxworth."

Foxworth just rolled his eyes and got up to walk away. Bonnie wanted to say that it'd been more than a fight, but he couldn't bring himself to speak. He didn't want to acknowledge that Fredrick likely didn't even want to eventually get back together at any point. Of course he wouldn't wanna get back together so quickly, but Bonnie didn't think they'd ever be together again. He'd messed up big time, and there was likely no coming back. Maybe Foxworth was able to gather that, but it was unlikely.

That night, Foxworth watched the news as Bonnie scoured internet sites for jobs he'd be qualified for. He'd been searching since he got unpacked, which was a good few hours ago.

"Hey, Bonnie, you're on the news," Foxworth pointed out.

Bonnie got up and walked around the island in the middle of the kitchen he'd been sitting at, getting a better look at the TV. Apparently, his mother had sent out a search for him.

Watching her on the news, Bonnie only saw the teary-eyed face of someone who was trying to play him. He knew she wanted to guilt him into coming home, knowing fully well he'd see the news segment.

"Bitch is just trying to get me home so she has someone to yell at. She doesn't really care about me," Bonnie stated dismissively.

"I dunno, your mother seems pretty distraught," Foxworth said, attempting to be the voice of reason.

"I refuse to go home, anyways. I don't belong there, I don't wanna be there. Me and Fredrick broke up, and the last goddamn place I wanna be is at home with a family that won't support me in my darkest moments just because of my orientation."

"Alright then," Foxworth said before flipping the channel.

Bonnie went back to searching in silence, sitting in the recliner instead of back at the island. Foxworth stole occasional glances at the stressed boy next to him. The ginger contemplated the idea of trying to press the subject, but knew it'd only kill Bonnie's brain cells more.

Bonnie sat there for another solid fifteen minutes before finally shutting the laptop.

"Nothing. Literally nothing," he said with a sigh.

Foxworth didn't reply. He knew even with just his personal job, he could support both him and Bonnie, but he knew Bonnie wouldn't allow him to. Maybe it was his fault for teasing about rent, but who really knew?

Foxworth just silently went back to channel surfing.

And then, months passed. Bonnie was still searching frantically for a job, Foxworth having to constantly remind him it wasn't as much of a rush as he was making it out to be.

But, Foxworth got a visitor. A boy with brown hair that he hadn't heard from in years. Even after he moved back from Minnesota, the two barely had any conversation.

"What's up, Fredrick?" he greeted with a bit of a disinterested tinge to his voice.

"I'm just here to bring Bonnie home. His mother's been worried sick, calling me every day since he left, and I'm just ready for it to end," Fredrick said in reply.

Foxworth invited him in, but Bonnie had disappeared from the main room. He probably saw Fredrick, and he wasn't ready to go back, yet. He may have been stressed to hell trying to find any job that he could do to help Foxworth out, but at least it was better than being at home.

"We saw her on the news a couple months ago, and I told him all of that. He doesn't believe that she could ever be worried about him. I think at one point he said he was surprised she didn't keep quiet about it," Foxworth explained. "He figures it was bait to lure him back under her iron fist."

"She seems genuinely worried, at least to me. If anything, I'm just about done with her calls. It's time Bonnie came home anyways, because he's being a bit of a child about it all."

Meanwhile, the purple-haired subject matter was listening in. He didn't know for sure if he was ready to go back, unless Fredrick cut him a deal,

He stepped out, and looked at the two with an expression of anger but with confidence.

"C'mon Bonnie, let's—"

"Hold your horses, Fazbear," Bonnie interrupted, "I'm not about to go back there unless you can promise me with out a shadow of a doubt that I will no longer face ridicule for my sexuality. Just because I'm gay or bi, I shouldn't have to suffer."

"Look here, Bonnie," Fredrick said while standing, towering over the poor boy, "I don't know what goes on at home, but your mom has called me every day just to see if I've seen you. I've lied and lied and lied to her because I always thought you were a friend worth protecting, but you're being a little bitch about it all."

"Well how about you tell your dad you're gay, see what he thinks. See what he says to you, and before you do any of that, realise you're lucky you don't have to live with him if he doesn't like your orientation. I don't get that luxury. I practically lived at your house because I didn't want to face all of that."

"You shouldn't be running from your problems!" Freddy's voice was beginning to raise in agitation.

"Put yourself in my shoes for a second, and fucking think about how I've felt. Ridiculed by my mother because I like to kiss guys, made fun of by my brother just because I prefer to have sex with guys over girls. Imagine living with the known fact that your parent hates you because of the way you find yourself orientated. You'd want to run where they'd never find you, either. You'd want to hide where they couldn't call you "faggot," just so you could hear yourself think."

Fredrick wanted to strike something back, but realised Bonnie didn't have the mental strength to just pull through. He was a lot weaker in the mind, and things cut him deeper.

"Alright, fine," he said at last, his fists unclenching. "But, you're gonna have to come home eventually."

"I will, just— not right now. I still need time away to clear my head from it all, especially after that argument. I hope, deep-down, you still love me, even if the relationship is kinda over. Even if you found someone else willing to suck you off at night, I hope you'd still miss me."

"Well, your hope is right. That's a part of why I came here, as well, but you've worried your mother to death."

"I know, but I can't be sorry for it. She drove me away, I didn't really have any other choice."

"I guess I understand now. I guess this is where we part ways for a little longer of a time. Just know that I love you, my little runaway."

"I guess it is time to say good-bye for awhile. I love you, too."

The two hugged it out, before Fredrick was on his way. Bonnie had a hard time facing the fact he wouldn't see Fredrick for awhile, but he had to push through.

Foxworth put his arm around the smaller boy, and whispered, "Everything will be alright."

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Alrighty! It's done! Probably not entirely worth your wait if you were waiting so long for this part. But, this is the end. I don't think there's anymore story to tell here, and I hope this works out for you if you were waiting for the end. Anyways, Unparalleled Chapter 4 is out in a week! I've really enjoyed writing that, so if you haven't checked out that story, I truly recommend you do!