this is "the big fight" i always imagined chica and bonnie having, pretty much ever since i created the human AU. this is when they have a real big misunderstanding, they get into a verbal and physical fight, and eventually….well, i wont spoil it :)) just kidding you already know this will be a happy ending.

i wrote this back in may and was GOING to upload it to , but my wordpad was acting up at the time and refused to save any document and would ALWAYS crash even if it was a document that didn't have any writing on it...it sucked. since i was going thru my tumblr archive, i rediscovered this and decided i could actually upload it now thru my new laptop...yay, ya'll get to suffer now~

(btw i was very self conscience writing this and posting it on tumblr, so i inserted a lot of my own commentary to try and break the ice around parts i deemed awkward...don't take it seriously because i didn't)

WARNING! implied sex, a sliver of a sex scene, sexual related things and maaad cursing and…tiny violence. yeah, very nsfw LMAO

A little girl with curious bug eyes tugged on Bonnie's tailcoat one day and asked if it was really his birthday on Friday, because a little boy was telling everybody that it was. A crowd a children now surrounded the flustered Bonnie, making him giggle from all the attention.

"Well, yes. It is my birthday on Friday!"

All the children because to yell and laugh over the news; the idea of one of the people who helped celebrate their birthdays having a birthday of their own? The kids started getting ideas of how they can celebrate, making Bonnie fell so overwhelmed from the all the positive energy.

A few feet away, Chica watched the scene in awe, and quickly turned her head around to face Freddy and Foxy.

"Wait…is it seriously his birthday this Friday?"

The two entertainers exchanged subtle glances before Freddy nodded slowly. "…Yes, April 3rd."

Chica looked around madly to make sure no children were near and looked at them and mouthed 'Holy fucking shit'.

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Her notepad was filled with cheesy ideas and random doodles that she did in the past hour after trying to figure out a birthday gift for Bonnie. It was a while after the pizzeria closed, and Bonnie went off to go visit Mike the moment he showed up for his guard duty, leaving Chica some quiet time to brainstorm ideas when he wasn't around.

She didn't want any old present you'd give to a distant relative or as a secret Santa gift; she wanted it to be personal. Something that Bonnie would cherish for a long time. Except she was only not realizing how fickle the young man is about his tastes. He was more of a "I'm cool with whatever" type of guy who never expressed real interest in things that didn't have anything to do with either guitars and retro items. And seeing as how Bonnie had more than enough bizarre things decorating his side of the bunk, Chica supposed a guitar was the way, so she circled the option with her pencil. She didn't feel enthusiastic enough, though. A guitar for Bonnie felt too predictable and obvious like, yeah, duh, he likes guitars. If only she knew him better…

Groaning, Chica lifted herself from her bed and looked over Bonnie's bunk. The young man only owned two guitars; a white bass and his beaten down burgundy acoustic that he's been dragging around with him like a security blanket since he was about 12. It was so roughed up; the polish on the wood had faded ages ago and it has a permanent layer of smudges and finger prints on it. She felt bad; he deserved a better one, one that didn't look like it would crumble to dust any minute.

Chica blinked.

Oooooooooh!

She broke out in a big grin.

Not only will she get him a new acoustic, but she'll make sure it's a slightly different version so he wouldn't have to throw his old one away but he could still enjoy his new one. She clapped her hands together and giggled. Perfect! She continued to circle around the word 'guitar' for further emphasis until she stopped to think of the price. She never knew the price of a guitar…

"Hey, Foxy?"

The man poked his head out from his cot behind the curtains.

"Yup?"

"Do you know how much a normal acoustic costs?"

"Achh…'round 120 to 300 dollars? Depends."

"Oh…alright."

Foxy retreated behind the curtains before Chica perked up again.

"Hey Foxy–"

"'M sorry, lass, I alr'dy got 'im somethin'."

Chica pouted and flipped the younger man off when he wasn't out. "Suck a cock."

Chica fell back on her bed and rubbed her eyes. There was no way she had that much extra cash to spend; she rarely even spent it on herself. If only she was given a raise or could do some side work.

That gave her idea, but the thought of doing it…

She gulped, sat up, and looked at Freddy's closed door.

Freddy dealt with the finances and was the one to pay them at the end of every week. Surely he could spare something extra for her? It felt degrading, to hopelessly ask Freddy for money, but he was technically their boss after all.

After a few minutes of mental debating, Chica finally hoisted herself off the bed, fixed her clothes and walked over to Freddy's door with her list in her hand. She didn't knock, but she cracked open the door a tiny bit to take a peek inside. The room was awfully dark with the exception of one tiny desk lamp that illuminated the room from its small radius. She immediately spotted the man sitting hunched over at his desk, writing. When he pushed his chair out and stood up to stretch his back, Chica slipped in and closed the door with a 'click', earning his attention.

When Freddy turned, his eye were warm and he flashed a toothy grin. "Good evening, Chica." Despite it not being that late at night, Freddy already looked haggard from his paperwork; his bow tie was loose but still held together, his button down shirt's sleeves were rolled up to his elbows with the matching vest strewn onto his bed sometime when he was working. Since he owned the restaurant and dealt with bills and paychecks, that's what keeps him busy most of the day, and that's a lot considering Freddy hardly leaves his half room half office. Never the less, he still looked happy to see Chica coming to visit him as he continued on to crack his knuckles and his neck while Chica walked up to him shyly, flashing her own smile in return.

"Hi, Freddy~" She said sweetly. He kept smiling as he snatched his cain and limped his way over to his armchair which wasn't too far from his bed. On the way over, he slipped a cigar in his mouth that was laying on his desk and was now digging through the pockets of his slacks to find the matches. "What can I do for you this late? Is there something on your mind?"

Chica nodded uncertainly, waiting for him to find his matches and light his cigar so he could pay close attention to her. When he finally did, he collapsed back in his armchair, grunting once he stretched his leg out and got in a comfortable position.

"Well, Freddy…"

"Yes?"

Chica blew her bangs out of her face and looked away anxiously.

"I know…this might seem immature and irresponsible of me, but uh…I was wondering if I could work more for some extra money? It's for Bonnie's gift. It's expensive, and I have some money but I'll need more…I can work longer hours and take on more tasks, really. I just need the money…for him."

Freddy had rested his chin in the palm of his hand in deep thought. His silence was making Chica restless but at least he didn't flat out deny her…yet. Straightening his position, Freddy looked up at Chica with regretful eyes.

"First off, I don't think you're selfish, if you were worried about that."

Chica exhaled, feeling the weight lift off her shoulders.

"However…"

And then it came crashing back down.

Freddy shook his head sadly. "I'm sorry, Chica. You all receive the same about in your paychecks each week, and you all take up the same responsibilities. I can't think of any extra work that I could possibly give you. You already do so much, but I don't see any other option. I'm sorry."

Chica groaned in her throat, looking desperate. She even clasped her hands together in hopes that will make her pleading more effective. "Pleeease, Freddy? I'll do all the stuff that the janitors don't even do! I'll take over opening and closing the restaurant all by myself! I'll–"

Freddy simply threw a hand up, silencing her instantly. She shrunk back and held her hands in front of her like a child who was scolded. Freddy went on in a soft tone.

"I'm really sorry, but I truly don't see any other alternative…I wish I could give you the money upfront, but that wouldn't be fair, Chica."

She kept her head lowered, feeling like a failure as she judged herself. Back in the day, she use to make so much money just by the hour. It was painless and easy just sleeping with a guy and he'd give her any price she wagered.

Chica blinked when she realized where he thoughts wondered to. Goosebumps rose to her skin when she put two and two together, and she went into a daze as her eyes roamed up and down Freddy's body. The older man noticed this and raised an eyebrow in her direction. "Chica? Are you alright?"

The young woman didn't know what overcame her. She got the exciting feeling that caused her stomach to churn and her heart to pound in her chest which encouraged her more. Her mouth had gone dry and her fingers were trembling, but she kept her facade calm and professional.

"I think I know a way for you to pay me…"

Freddy looked impressed as he reclined in his chair and folded his hands across his stomach and nodded for her to continue. "Yeah? Let me hear it."

Her fingers felt their way down the sides of her waist and hip and curled around the hem of her shirt, eyes never breaking contact with Freddy's sharp blue ones. She lifted her shirt over her head with ease and held it in front of her bare stomach, but instinctively arched her back to made her chest the most noticeable part. She never broke away from her half lidded gaze with Freddy, who kept on just as good a poke face as her. She kept her cool through her face but her mouth had quickly run dry and her heart rate picked up the pace.

"I can offer myself for the night."

Chica often forgot that this was a daily part of her routine, practically her lifestyle. This is how she lived and got by. She's stripped in front of strangers and creeps countless times, but never did she think she'd have the galls to do it for someone this close to her, let alone her boss.

The first thing she caught was Freddy's grip tightening on his arm rest. His nails were digging into the fabric, and his lips weren't as tight as they were when he was apologizing to her. The cigar looked like it was going to slip and fall out if his mouth went anymore agape. What made her heart thunder was the way his eyes couldn't stop lingering over her body, and that pumped her with so much adrenaline. She craved the way men and women, or anybody in general looked at her. She felt flawless and unstoppable when they do that double take to watch her strut down the street. Freddy was trying his hardest not to stare for too long or too noticeably vulnerable, how captivated he was with admiring every inch of Chica's bare torso. Her bra was rubbing against her skin slightly, and it burned. The urge to unclasp it and become the dominant one admittedly turned her on and she felt herself growing warmer with each second, and certain parts began to…throb.

Freddy finally tore his eyes out of the trance he was in, even if it was by a simple blink. He kept them shut for longer than a second and when he opened them, he was staring Chica dead in the eyes.

"You…cannot be serious."

That wasn't the ideal response she was hoping for, but at this moment, Chica couldn't be shaken.

"It's the only other thing I can offer." She put it simply. After noticing his eyes beginning to shift back over her body, she took the opportunity to move her hands very sensually along the curves of her hips and rested them on her hips, standing in a fierce position to keep herself confident. "I promise to make you feel very happy in exchange for that fee…"

Freddy's eyes stopped wondering. He held a firm gaze with Chica, one that finally made her feel uneasy and caused her to rest her arms in front of her, wringing her t-shirt in hand.

"Chica, no. Now, could you please leave?"

He sounded worn out and stressed, the way he asked her to leave like staring at her body took too much energy out of him or made him feel…embarrassed.

She didn't say anything, instead Chica kept her locked gaze with Freddy linger a few seconds as she turned around and she finally slipped back into her t-shirt before she was out the door.

But there was no way that confrontation was something she could easily sleep off. Chica, shortly after leaving Freddy's room, crawled into bed and stared up at the bottom of Bonnie's bunk.

Speaking of which, he hadn't been around for most of the night. He went into the restaurant to wait for Mike, and when the latter did show up, Bonnie came back briefly to grab his acoustic and left again; Chica knew once she saw the guitar missing. Foxy was fast asleep, his soft snoring the first think Chica heard when she tip toed into the dark room. Laying there in bed, Chica couldn't get Freddy's reaction out of her head. He didn't want to cave in or fess up to it, but he was aroused. She recognized that look where the eyes are glazed over and the body movements are uneven like the tightness in his hand grip compared to how limp his jaw looked when scanning her over. God, no one has looked at her in that way in so long, it sent tingles through her body. She knew she had to go back in there and finished what she initially offered. She knew she could coax him, she knew all the sweet talking around it. The thought made Chica's body grow cold and a bit jittery. She was getting turned on herself at the idea of succeeding and Freddy giving in to her flirting and touches. She was tempted, but she restrained her hands from wondering around any sensitive part of her body that begged to be touched.

Shivering, Chica sat in bed. It was only a couple of hours since she left Freddy's room, and turning around, she still saw the light of his lamp seep through the cracks of his door.

She had the best opportunity and she had the perfect outfit. Silently slipping out of bed, Chica rubbed her arms to keep her warm in the already fairly humid room and opened up her closet. There were more than a dozen dresses in there, some shoes scattered on the ground, not organized. She had to push the dressed to one side in order to feel around in the depths of the closet, the outfits she rarely touched or kept for memory. When she finally brushed her fingers against the silky material of this memory, her body grew more cold with anxiety. She was actually going to do this. She needed that money, and this was the only option she was willing to go with.

As she opened Freddy's door, she cracked it open much more smoothly and quietly than the last time. She managed to make out his form pacing around his room, occasionally shuffling files and papers into labeled compartments until there was nothing else to fix, so he retreated back to his arm chair to rest his forehead in his palm.

The moment he sat down, Chica open the door and Freddy's head shot up.

"Oh wow," it slipped out of Freddy's mouth when he landed eyes on her, and he seemed more nervous than before.

Pushing the door closed behind her and waiting for that soft 'click' to make sure the door is locked, Chica strode forward, her cotton robe hanging carelessly from her bare shoulders and left wide open to show off the tight, string corset Chica wore underneath. The sight made Freddy run his hands through his hair as a result of feeling overwhelmed, and now his eyes were permanently glues to her body; the body that was perfectly carved out by the corset that showed off her natural hourglass shape and her breasts that were being pushed up that they were ready to spill out of their confinements any moment. Chica herself got dolled up to match her lingerie; popping red lipstick, dark eye shadow and blush, and the flower that came with the corset which shared the deep color of crimson. She didn't bother wearing shoes, for she didn't expect them to come into any use since she knew they were going to be taken off anyway.

"Chica." Freddy half groaned and half sighed her name, unsure of what to say or do as Chica walked and stood right in front of his lap. Before he could continue, Chica took a breath and spoke up first.

"I know you're not crazy about this idea, but Freddy…I need the money. And…"

She rested her hands on her knees and leaned forward, giving her back an extra stretch to guarantee a full cleavage shot he couldn't look away from. "…I wouldn't mind pleasing you at the same time."

His eyes never lost their sternness, although she could see his both say otherwise. Freddy was completely relaxed back in his chair, like he his body was reacting to Chica's own body movements as a reflex. As she leaned forward, he leaned back. He wasn't fighting back. He wasn't pushing her to the ground or raising his voice. He was trying meekly, to sway her away from this, if maybe he could wiggle his way out of this…only if there no other way.

Chica pressed closer now. She gripped both armrests with her hands as she effortlessly slipped herself on Freddy's lap, straddling the bigger man into a corner with no getting out of. He didn't react negatively. He allowed it. The only thing Chica caught onto was his shallow exhale when she adjusted her pelvis on his lap. Now face to face with him, Chica could feel his breath breeze past her chin as she took a gentle hold of his cheeks with both her hands, guiding his head to look up at her while rubbing a thumb across his freckles. Freddy's face was neutral for the most part, until she started to touch his face. His eyes got lazy, almost slipping closed as he allowed himself to be enveloped in her touch. She stroked his cheek which prompted him to open his eyes, seeing her gaze down at him as she pouted her lips out and whispered a few inches away from his lips.

"Kiss me, Freddy."

It was a command. She wasn't in the mindset to deal with his persistent rejects that she knew he didn't meant. He did try to shift under her weight, looking at every available space around Chica's face that wasn't her eyes. "I can't."

His refusal was weak and unconvincing. He couldn't look at her. It looks like he's looking at her cherry red lips.

"I think you want to."

His hands were wondering. Granted they were probably awkwardly laying on the armrest as Chica straddled him, so he took the chance to feel around, maybe to get a response out of Chica. He started from underneath her armpits, down the length of her waist, over her hips and around to her bum, where both his hands stayed and rested and caused the most reaction out of Chica so far. Her breath hitched when she felt his finger tips and palms brush over the bare flesh that was exposed on her rump, and she instinctively reached her hand out behind her to rest on top of Freddy's to show she enjoyed the contact for future reference.

Freddy cracked a sly smirk, a very shiftless smirk that was prompted by the feeling of Chica's hand pressing into his, which in return, was pressing into her bare bottom. "Says who?" He asked with an actual hint of genuine curiosity. The emotion he showed that wasn't smug prompted Chica to respond with her own smirk, like she was hiding the best secret from him. Sliding her hand off his hand, she glided it over his round stomach, causing him to sigh through his nose, across his chest and on his shoulder where her other hand was resting. She leaned in real close past Freddy's face , close enough to rest her chin on his shoulder, and spoke in the most softest and smallest voice she could do without letting her giddiness show through.

"Says the bulge currently poking me in the thigh."

She pulled her head away just enough to watch Freddy's cocky smirk to fall instantly when they locked eyes. He looked very different all of a sudden. His calm and collected facade had melted away and he was looking back at Chica with that same uncontrollable desire she was feeling. He was ready to pounce.

Before he tried to say anything, Chica leaned further back so he could get a good angle of her fingers teasingly wrapping themselves around the strings of her corset around her back and began to slowly pull them apart until they were loose, and proceeded to undo the knobs on the front. She made she he was watching the entire time.

"How 'bout we agree on…150? In cash?"

Freddy shifted his attention from her almost exposed breasts to her seductive gaze up above. They both knew they couldn't back out of this now. After exchanging a silent staring contest, Freddy finally nodded his head and raised his chin up in time for Chica to swoop down and capture his lips in a long awaited kiss.

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It was the humidity in the room that stirred Chica from her sleep and kicked off the thin covers in frustration. Her head was spinning, she didn't remember anything specific happening last night. She spent a few seconds with her eyes closed, trying to recall anything that occurred because she was blanking out. With her eyes still shut tightly from the sunlight filtering in and hitting her in the face, she rolled over away from in and felt the naked skin of someone else right next her hers. She panicked and pulled away, forcing her eyes to crack open despite them still feeling heavy like led. She blinked a few times and reached her hand out when made out the figure of a body lounged back against a pile of pillows, the blanket still covering most of their nude body. Rubbing her eyes and feeling the stale taste in her mouth, Chica stretched her muscles and felt a few stuff spots, specially in her back and thighs. Something red caught her, laying on an armchair that was thrown over the back and forgotten there…

Her corset? The armchair…Freddy's armchair.

A wave of guilt, anxiety and overall fear hit Chica like a ton of brinks along with a sudden migraine. Now that she connected them all together, she started remember bits and pieces of what happened and she had her body to prove it. The aching pain in her back and the burning in her thighs, she remembers how roughly Freddy handled her. She tried scanning over her body from her position of laying in bed, but it was hard. Was her bottom red?

She had been avoiding it, but she eventually gave in and glanced in Freddy's direction. The older man was resting back in his reclining position against his many pillows. He looked rather peaceful; how neutral his expression was, his one hand resting on top of his steadily rising and falling stomach. Among all his freckles and blemishes, Chica was able to find small hickeys that were placed sporadically around his neck and collar bone. Oh God. And the scratch marks over his biceps. Yes, that's one part that stick out prominently–she remember how strong his arms were, so she would grip onto him whenever she needed to re position herself or when she needed something reliable to hold onto whenever she was too weak to support herself during certain moments…

Chica slapped her hands over her face, groaning. The pain in her head never left but thankfully the sun was hidden behind clouds and soft thunder rumbled outside. The breezy turned from stuffy to chilly and Chica quickly scrambled for the blanket to cover her goosebumps infested body. Even her breasts were sore but she didn't want to remember anything from that.

After doing it for so many years, Chica has gotten use to forgetting the night she spent with clients, shoving it all to the back of her head to make her feel immune to anything she might regret. She figured that was the case for the situation she was in now, except she was panicking in trying to remember anything that they both might regret later on.

It began to drizzle outside, and the open window above Freddy's bed disturbed his sleep and caused the older man to wake up groggily.

"Aw, jeez…" Freddy hadn't noticed the naked Chica curled up in a fetal position next to him. He was too distracted by the unusual pain and sensation his body was experiencing. His eyes finally landed on the young woman and his expression went into bemusement for a few seconds before he shocked Chica with a light, heartwarming smile.

"Good morning."

The smile gave her a sick feeling in her stomach. What does that mean? Does he not remember? Or does he but he's taking it more optimistically than her? She was certain he would fuss over last night's events but he took it like it was part of his daily routine.

"Sleep well?"

"Yeah." Chica turned over on her back, the bed sheet wrapped tightly underneath her arm pits so no sight of cleavage was extra skin was shown. "How…did you sleep?"

Freddy proceeded to crack his arms and knuckles, similar to what he did last night near his desk, and brushed his hair back. "The best in a while." He paused to examine her facial features. "How are you doing. You're not hurt or anything, are you?"

God, even after witnessing the sex driven side of him last night, Freddy still acted kind towards her. It made her feel at ease for the first time that morning. She returned his concern with a sweet smile. "Yeah, I'm good…a little sore, but good."

Freddy smiled, his eyes closing and the gap tooth flashing. "Good."

"Still really tired, though…" Chica mumbled and wiggled herself over to press up against Freddy's soft, bare torso. He wrapped an arm around Chica's shoulders and began playing with her mess of hair which was let down sometime in the events from last night.

"The money for you might be in my wallet."

Chica hummed and looked up at him.

"Money? Money…"

Her blood ran cold when it came to her.

The money from the sex. The money for Bonnie's gift. Bonnie.

"Oh God," she gasped and jumped up from Freddy's bed, unaware or not caring if she was standing there completely naked in front of Freddy. "Oh my God, I forgot…I need t-the money for Bonnie." She muttered.

Freddy nodded simply and pointed to his desk. "My wallet should be there."

Chica shuffled over and picked up the wallet. She looked strained. "You only have singles in here."

Huffing, Freddy looked around and pulled his button down shirt from last night over his bare torso, not bothering to button it up. "Alright, hold on." Although she saw every inch of Freddy naked, he was still self conscience of his body in front of her. Maybe because they did it almost in the dark last night that he didn't care then, but she noticed how he kept the blanket covering his legs as he slipped on his briefs and hoisted his heavy body up to make a trek across his room to his closet. She couldn't help but eye the knee brace wrapped around his right leg when he began to limp. With a groan, Freddy got down to the floor to search for a metal box with a padlock, and once it was open, easily pulled out the right amount of money and promised Chica. He put everything away and walked back over to the frightened young woman who was deep in thought. She had scurried around his room to toss her robe back on and collect her discarded corset, her underwear, her ponytail holder and her hoop earrings, all of which were found in different locations.

He handed her a hundred dollar bill folded up with an additional fifty, and she took it without looking at his face. The whole situation was dawning upon her, and Freddy noticed, but he refrained himself so he wouldn't upset her further. "Here is your payment, exactly. I'd just like to thank you for–"

"You can't tell Bonnie about this."

Freddy closed his mouth and looked at Chica with a questionable eyebrow raised.

"And why is that?"He asked with no accusation, just general curiosity.

"Because you can't, alright?" She exasperated, sounding as if she was on the verge of tears. "He can't know that…we did this. He'll…I don't know, you have to keep this a secret. Please?"

Freddy asked her why, but he already knew. Bonnie has been going to him in secret for months now, looking for advice in ways of how to talk to Chica and express his interest in her. The man was fragile and was mislead very easily, it was no wonder Chica would be wary of him finding out about this; but he knew why he would be upset. Did Chica also know?

"Chica, tell me. Why are you so worried about Bonnie finding out?"

"I don't have time for this, Freddy!" She hissed, her face turning red. She kept checking his door as if Bonnie was going to burst in any moment. "Please, just don't say anything. When he asks where I got all the money from, don't say anything. Just…don't!"

She breathed heavily, ran her fingers through her tangled hair and began backing up to the door. "I really need to go, I don't want him getting suspicious…"

Chica touched the doorknob and locked eyes with Freddy. Feeling awkward and out of things to say, especially for departing, Chica sighed and slipped out of the room easily. Freddy remained standing, frowning deeply at the door. He pitied the women for being in denial, but a promise is a promise, so Freddy retreated back to his closet to dress for the day.

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Chica sucked in her breath as Freddy's door closed with a click. She pressed her back up against it and immediately looked at Bonnie's bunk. The young man was currently nestled in his bed with some of his blankets kicked off, but when Chica closed the door he began to turn about. Quickly throwing her corset and belongings in the corner of the room, Chica darted as quietly as she could to her bunk and dove under the covers. She hastily took her robe off underneath and tossed it over the headboard by the time Bonnie woke up and took a peek over the edge and spotted Chica's face poking out from the blankets. He broke out in smiled when he saw the sight.

"Good morning, Chica." He said sweetly.

Chica pulled the covers down just a bit. She didn't want him to see her naked or at least wondering why she was naked. "Heh, good morning to you too." She coated her voice with the same tenderness although she grew scared when Bonnie's smile dropped.

"Where we you last night? I-I wanted to show you something, but…"

"Oh!" Chica giggled and was mentally screaming for a few seconds until the most flawless excuse popped into her mind. "I can't tell you. It involves your gift, y'know. It's gotta be a secret~"

Bonnie seemed to light up at that and started to stutter out an apology. "Ah! O-okay! Yes, that's fine, you don't have to tell me." His cheeks grew a rosy red as he pulled his head back and got comfortable in his bed again. "I'll show you my surprise later…" He mumbled very lowly, maybe so she couldn't hear, but she just barely picked up. Chica hummed in response and sunk into her pillows and mattress. That same guilty feeling crept back into her chest and stomach when she realized Bonnie had no idea what happened between her and Freddy last night. She didn't dare imagine how his reaction could' have been.

'Don't think about it,' she assured herself, 'it happened once, it'll never happen again. No one needs to know.'

It wasn't long until the pair were close to falling asleep again that Freddy came barging in singing 'Oh, What A Beautiful Mornin' ' to wake them up for the day.

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Freddy gave Chica the afternoon off.

"For him." Freddy nodded in the direction of Bonnie, and she nodded, though she couldn't look at him without getting that sickly feeling coating her stomach.

"Uh, yeah."

As she got changed into her casual wear, Bonnie inquired about what she was doing and when she told him, he broke out in a grin.

"Isn't that nice of Freddy!"

Chica forced a convincing smile as she shrugged on her denim jacket. "Well, yeah. He's Freddy, after all."

Bidding him goodbye, Chica double checked to see if she had all her money and went on her way through the back door in Freddy's room to the local music shop. It was nearby, only a few blocks away in a plaza with other small stores like a laundromat and pharmacy. The door to the music shop open with the jingling bells and a slick young man was falling asleep behind the counter until she stepped it. Shaking his head, he yawned a welcome but slowly grew interest in the woman as she swiftly walked by the counter and winked at him.

Her attention focused on the wall behind him, however, since that's where the entire selection of guitars was located. Brand new and polished, they hung by style and Chica found two or three acoustics hanging in a row, each looking different. One was white and had the option of being customized, and while that was a cute thought, Chica only had the exact amount for just the guitar itself. The other one was a lovely burgundy shade, very similar to the one Bonnie already had, but she wanted it to be different in at least some way, so she turned to the next one. A warm chestnut colored guitar, it had a fresh gleam to it and an interesting rosette design etched around the sound hole; she got restless just looking at the instrument because she knew Bonnie would faint at the sight of it. Strolling over to the counter, Chica took out her money.

"Excuse me sweetie, I'd love to have that acoustic," she pointed, "right up there. No customizing, no nothin'. Just put it in a case and I'll be happy."

The man scoffed. "Do you play?"

Chica's nice act faltered as she returned the man's scoff with a judgmental eyebrow quirk. "No, my very close friend does, and his birthday is in a few days so if you would please." She slapped the hundred and fifty on the counter as well as the second fifty she had saved up by herself and pushed it towards him, smugly.

The counter boy tossed her an uneasy glance as he took the bills and held them to the light. She rolled her eyes.

The man turned to take the guitar off the wall until he checked the price. He then glanced at the money she gave. "Uh, sorry, ma'am, but this guitar is 249.99 not 199.99. You need another 50 dollars."

Chica's jaw dropped and she looked in between the guitar and the employee in utter disbelief. Now the man was growing smug himself as he rudely pushed Chica's money back at her. "I guess your friend will have to wait for his present."

Her cheeks and ears grew hot with anger, Chica gritted her teeth and tighten her jaw so nothing would slip out and she would end up never being able to get that guitar again. "Really? Why don't we make a little deal."

The man glared. "Yeah? What do you have to offer me?"

Chica's demeanor changed from annoyed to a little mischievous. Don't think she didn't see the guy's eyes always darting from her face down to her chest. To make him flustered, Chica leaned on the counter, pressing her breasts to the top to squeeze them and catch his attention, which it undoubtedly did.

"I'll give you a little peek if you give that guitar to me for the money I have."

The man gulped when he couldn't take his eyes off her cleavage. He was now vulnerable and Chica was smirking like a spoiled child who finally got what she wanted.

"Ah, w-well…I…maybe."

Chica bit her lip teasingly and grabbed a hold of the collar of her low neck shirt and pulled it down, revealing her bra.

"I certainly hope you're the only employee here now." She said a little too innocently in her sultry voice as she flipped her hair out of her face and proceeded to tug down her bra cups to expose her breasts.

The poor man was staring dumbstruck at her chest, mouth quivering just a bit at the lost of words. Her hands still gripping her shirt, Chica gave her breasts a little squeeze together and nodded her head up towards the guitar. "Can I have that guitar, please?"

Nodding his head rapidly, the boy hurried to climb up to take the guitar off the wall and bring it down to be placed a new leather case lined with fur. He took very special opportunities to look over at Chica. Watching him put the guitar away, Chica smirked triumphantly and pushed her breasts back into the bra cups and wiggled them back inside her shirt, giving them a firm bounce to make sure their adjusted and comfortable.

"Thank you so much" Chica cooed in force gratefulness, seeing as how the man was still in an aroused trance. She left her money on the counter, picked the guitar case up with ease and blew a kiss in his direction. As she slipped out and walked down the street, Chica smiled to herself. 'That's probably the first and last time that guy will ever get to see a pair of women's tits.'

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Once she returned to the restaurant, Bonnie was busy closing up with Foxy and Freddy was in his room changing out of his tux. The sight of him caused all those memories from under 24 hours ago came flooding back to Chica and her stomach dropped. In that moment guilt, she thought back to the music shop and how she manipulate that boy too…it didn't make her feel successful, she just felt dirty. She usually didn't think too much into it, but it felt like she couldn't get away from those emotions. Her sick feeling stuck with her even when she showed off the guitar to a very pleased Freddy and thanked him when he allowed her to keep it hidden in his room where Bonnie wouldn't dare to look.

The said young man had finished up his closing duties and was in their bedroom, now comfy in his poncho and boxer shorts with his acoustic close to him. He wasn't playing, rather he was holding the guitar by it's neck and pressing his cheek against his hands as support while he scanned over some crumpled loose leaf laying on his pillow. When Chica stuck in, he visibly jerked back and hid the papers under his pillow and left his guitar leaning against the wall.

"Welcome back, Cheeks!" He beamed and she returned a weary smile. "Hello, Bonbon." She herself changed into something more comfortable, all while Bonnie fiddled with his fingers and looked hesitant to speak up while Chica climbed into bed. Finally, he took a hold of his guitar and spoke up timidly.

"Uh, Chica? Can I…um, could I play you something?"

Chica was staring at her wall, too deep in thought and distracted with brain wracking ideas to pay full attention to Bonnie right now. She sighed and smiled sadly, although Bonnie couldn't see it. "Eh, maybe in the morning, hon. I just…want to get some sleep."

Bonnie was quiet for a few seconds before he fumbled out an understanding response. "Of course! Don't worry, uh, it's not that important anyway. Yeah, okay. Good night, Chica. Sweet dreams."

Chica only nodded her head, feeling a vice twist around her heart. She didn't why she felt so down and helpless. She just did. Maybe she can sleep it off, and so she did.

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Bonnie's birthday finally approached after a long, stressful week on Chica's part. it's been four days since she slept with Freddy, and he seemed content and carefree, as if nothing happened. He greeted Chica every morning like he did with the others and interacted with her the same way like they did before it…all happened.

Bonnie was the first one to wake up and greeted Chica in the morning by crawling into her bed and surprising her with a light kiss on the forehead. When she opened her eyes she smiled a tired smile and returned the kiss, but immediately fell back to bed while Bonnie went to go open up with Freddy. The feel of his lips lingered for a few minutes before Chica got frustrated and rubbed it away.

The day started off with crowds of children approaching Bonnie and hugging him around his thin legs, shouting and wishing him the best birthday in the world. He was so flattered and touched he insisted that he had to give each one of them their own hug. Instead of the usual foursome standing together to sing happy birthday in acapella rendition, the three surprise Bonnie when they joined together with all the kids (and some enthusiastic parents too) to sing him happy birthday. By the end, the young man was near tears at the kindness being shown to him but he didn't have much time to thank them all before Chica giggled and hurried to the back of the restaurant and into Freddy's room to retrieve his present.

The guilt was still creeping. It itched at the back of her mind that this present was bought with dirty and untrustworthy money, but her original idea of how Bonnie will react to it helped her approach the guitarist with the case hiding behind her back. Of course, the case was tall a bulky, about the same size, if not bigger, than Chica. Bonnie's eyes grew wide and his voice caught in his throat. He identified it as a guitar case but was stumped on what type of guitar it was. With shaky hands, he hastily undid the buckles on the case and squeaked when he opened the lid.

A collection of "Ooo"'s echoed through the restaurant, from children and parent alike. Chica stood cheekily with her hands behind her back and Freddy stood off in the crowd of children, looking satisfied. Bonnie ever so gently picked the brand new guitar up from his neck and ran his finger tips over the body, the pick guard and the strings. He even plucked a few.

"They're even tuned." He whispered to himself and Chica bit her bottom lip to keep from breaking out in a fit of giggles. Bonnie shot his head up and looked at her with big glistening eyes. "You got this for me…you bought it?"

Chica shrugged casually. "It was no big deal."

"Oh Chica…"

He flung her arms around her neck and nuzzled his face in the crook of her shoulder, bursting with joy.

"I love it! Thank you! Thank you so much!"

The children began to laugh, giggle and clap with glee, their parents smiling and clapping along. Foxy whistled wildly with his good hand and Freddy hooked his cane around his wrist so he had the hands to clap as well. He was unfazed by the thoughts running through his head but he was genuinely happy for the two, especially Bonnie. He deserved a little spoiling.

As the cheering began to die down, Chica pulled his face away and kept his cheeks in between her hands. She wished him a happy birthday in a hush whisper and as thank you, Bonnie closed his eyes and leaned in.

But Chica brought up a finger and pressed it against his lips before they were almost an inch away from her own.

"Ahh, hey! Bonnie! Why don't we start eating some of your cake!" She forced an uneasy laugh but rebounded when she cast her eyes to the children looking at them.

"Before all these cuties gobble it all up an leave crumbs behind!" She wrinkled her nose and stuck out her tongue playfully which prompted the children to holler and run over to the table to where the cake sat. Some boys went as far as to push each other out of the way like it was a race. Foxy ran to go calm them down, and Freddy followed suit, but not before exchanging and emotionless glance at Chica. Bonnie looked stunned by her reaction and it took a few seconds before he eventually smiled and shrugged it off to go join the children. Chica and Freddy's eyes locked, and the former whipped her head away in shame. That icky feeling crept back into her stomach and when she was offered a piece from Bonnie, she declined.

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Much later after closing, Mike came in and went straight to the security office. Bonnie quickly grabbed his new guitar in its case and went on his way to see the guard so he can show off his gift. Chica smiled as he walked out, but grew scared when she was alone. Well, not really. Foxy was hiding behind his curtains, but he doesn't hold a good one on one conversation. Chica laid in bed, staring off into space. This was deja vu from a few nights before, and it caused her stomach to flip around and grumble in anxiety. The temptation was crawling back. She peeked and saw Freddy's light still on. It didn't make sense that she spent the last week ashamed of what she did, and yet when the opportunity came again, she wanted more.

Did he want more?

The thought was already heating up her shivering body. Putting her slippers on to muffle her movements, Chica crossed the room and opened Freddy's door.

She closed it behind her.

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"Hey, good luck Bonnie. I'm sure she'll like it a lot."

"Thank you, Mike." Bonnie gave a slight bow and a wave before walking down the hallway back towards their room. He stood in front of it for a long while, Mike occasionally glancing out and rolling his eyes when he saw Bonnie just standing there, looking at the knob.

"Just do it!"

"Alriiight!" Bonnie whined. He gripped his guitar close. He fixed his suspenders, straightened his bow tie, took a deep breath, and stepped inside.

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"Yes! Harder!"

Chica was gripping onto the material of the armchair as Freddy's grip on her hips grew tighter too. He kept his head hanging low with his few final thrusts, Chica's bottom bouncing and keeping in rhythm until he finished. She pressed her cheek to the chair and managed to catch her breath after a few minutes of staying in her upright position. She remained standing on her knees on Freddy's armchair, her bum sticking out, and Freddy standing behind her, hands still holding onto her hips. As embarrassing as it was for him, standing that entire time gave a workout for his knee and Chica quickly switched places with him so he was sitting back down and she sat on his lap, legs swung over one side.

"I needed that so much." She breathed into his neck, engulfing in the feel of the light breeze from the window tickling her damp skin. Freddy chuckled and pressed his forehead against his temple, still needing to even out his breath.

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She wasn't in here. Bonnie scratched the back of his ear and lifted the covers off her bed. She wasn't in bed. He went over to the single person bathroom they shared and flicked the light on. Not in there, either. He debated about asking Foxy, but he was so secluded he wouldn't have known she left in the first place. She heard muffled voices behind Freddy's closed door. A weird sensation washed over his body, and Bonnie felt tense. Was she in there? But why? And with the door closed? The worst case scenario never occurred to him. But if it did, he pushed the thought way out of his mind. He stopped in front of Freddy's door and pressed a palm to it, his other hand touching the knob.

"Chica?"

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Chica relaxed against Freddy's chest for the few minutes after they finished, and she felt so at peace she thought she could fall asleep like this. Freddy had shut his eyes and looked as if he was already asleep. She giggled at the sight and pushed the loose strands of hair that fell in his face out from his typically gelled back style. She admired him quietly and he finally opened his eyes. As their lips were about to touch, they heard a weak call from the other side of the door.

"Chica?"

Chica jerked back suddenly and stared Freddy dead on. The latter, still a bit dazed from the afterglow, only looked at her questionably.

"Was that…" Her voice cracked from the sudden dryness of her throat. Freddy didn't respond, until the door opened and both their nude bodies entangled with one another were illuminated from the outside light shining through the door and around the figure that was standing there.

Chica's blood ran cold, her heart sprang to her throat as she made an instinctive attempt to shield her body.

"OhmyGod, Bonnie!"

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Bonnie froze like a statue. A statue that went cold. He stood in the doorway, hand still on the knob, gaping at the nude couple a few feet away from him. Unlike him, the two immediately sprung from their positions, Chica the fastest and more alarmed than Freddy, and attempted to put all her clothes back on in record time, before Bonnie did anything.

"Bonnie," she panted, "it's not–it's not what you think I swear it's…please, oh my God." She moaned, out of breath, when she almost lost her balance and got a closer look at Bonnie's face.

Pure terror. His eyes were hypnotic and fixated on what he just saw, but now he stood there like a zombie. A zombie on the brink of hysterics.

"I-" he croaked, shook his head, and coiled away. "I'm sorry." he whimpered and slammed the door shut.

"Bonnie!" Chica cried and growled when she couldn't get her pajama pants on correctly due to her fiercely shaking hands so she threw it to the side and swung the door open to go after him. "BONNIE!"

Bonnie slipped the guitar from his hands and carelessly dropped it on the floor, ignoring the cringe worthy 'thump' when it hit the ground. His head was spinning. He took small breaths in and out, in and out but they slowly became more irregular, more deep and desperate. He was now gasping for out, as if he was drowning, and he gave up in his legs and collapsed on his knees against the wall, on the opposite side of the room.

"Oh God," he wheezed, his hands dragging down his face and his fingernails leaving behind red marks from how tightly he was grabbing it. "Oh my fuck," he choked back and blinked away threatening tears. But it was too much. He was going to vomit. He felt it stir in his stomach and now his throat was burning from the acidic that was slowly rising. He didn't projectile vomit, but he burped up enough in time for Chica to stumble into the room half naked to see the almost clear liquid ooze from his mouth in between his fingers when he slapped his hand over his mouth.

Chica gasped at the sight and examined Bonnie all over frantically; He was facing the wall on his knees, one hand clutching his stomach, the other trying to keep the vomit from going anywhere else. He turned his head to reveal tears already streaming down his face, and Chica ran both her hands through her hair trying to keep herself calm and civil.

"Bonnie," she began steadily with a quiver to her voice. She held her hands out in front of her for defense, though it didn't help the words flow any better. "

Please, listen to me…it's not w-what you think, I swear." She enunciated all her syllables in a motherly tone, similarly to when trying to get a child to say their first words. Her eyes never left Bonnie and his never left hers. She took small, tentative steps forward, reaching out a hand to touch his shoulder but he flew back against the wall, slipping and falling on his side in a vain attempt to get away from her.

"Don't touch me!" He wailed and stupidly try to back up into the wall even more, going as far as to whack her hand away from his personal space.

"Will you please hear me out?" She cried.

Bonnie then shot her a look, a downright mean and nasty glare once she started begging him. "What? Hear you out? What else do I need to fucking hear out?" He snarled and pulled himself up in a tipsy, uneasy stance. His shoulders were hunched and his hands were unnaturally curled up in fists that were quaking with unquestionable anger. "Do I need to hear you admit to secretly fucking Freddy behind my back? Lying about it? Acting like its no big DEAL?"

He clenched his teeth and Chica stepped back from the sight of the veins pressing up to the skin in his neck.

"Y-yes, it is a big deal!" Chica exaggerated. "It didn't mean anything to me! I was just–I was only doing it for you!"

She wasn't thinking straight. That statement came out in the wrong way which infuriated Bonnie even more. "Doing it for ME?! What the hell! How in God's name were you helping me! If anything you didn't give two shits about me and wanted to see me get hurt!

"That's not true!" She screamed over his voice and he stepped back, that deep, menacing glare staring her down. At this point, Foxy peeled back is curtains in horror to see the two in a screaming match. He looked uneasily about the room and searched for Freddy, but he was no where to be seen.

"You jumped to conclusion before you even got to ask! You idiot!" She sneered and got close to his face. "For your information, the only reason I slept with Freddy the first time–"

"There was more than one time?!" Bonnie screeched and his hands flew up to grip his hair. His expression switched from fury to anguish real quick, looking like he was deeply hurt and disturbed by this.

Realizing what she had said, Chica quickly tried to save herself. "Only twice! Only two times, Bonnie! I only slept with him to get money! I needed money for your present, don't you understand! I needed to sleep with him for the money, nothing more…"

Chica pressed a hand to her chest to catch her breath but grew nervous when Bonnie turned towards her, looking horrifyingly enraged.

"You…bought the guitar," he grabbed it and held it up for emphasis, "THIS guitar…with your dirty fucking sex money?" His grip on the guitar grew painfully tight as his torso shook with anger that he needed to scream out.

Chica's cheeks flared up as she pointed an accusing finger right in his face.

"Shut up! I had no other fucking choice! Didn't you hear? I did it for you, you asshole! If I didn't have Freddy, I would have gladly went out to the streets to fuck any guy for money just so you would have your stupid guitar!"

"Because you're a slut, that's why." Bonnie scowled, staring her did in the eyes, getting close to her face. "You're a dirty, untrustworthy, lying BITCH!"

"I can't do this," she groaned, "You're acting like a fool. I can't take you seriously right now. Come talk to me when you get some fucking sense in your head, alright?" Chica rolled her eyes dramatically and turned away and stopped suddenly when she saw Freddy standing in the doorway to his room, emotionless. She swallowed hard and started walking towards him and he finally gave her a sympathetic look. Bonnie noticed this, and jealously burned inside his chest. He heaved and trembled the closer Chica got to him ,that traitor. His hand still gripped the neck of his guitar as he got the sudden impulse. Ripping his eyes away from them, he took a hold of the neck with his other hand and slowly lifted the instrument into the air. He stretched his back and puffed out his chest. Freddy's eyes widened at the sight. When Chica was his face, she spun around and–

"BONNIE, NO!"

It was too fast for her process; one moment he held the guitar in the air and then another moment, it's shattered on the ground, pieces and flecks of wood scattered around the floor, and Bonnie kept hitting it into the ground repeatedly until the neck completely snapped off and the guitar strings broke and curled around it.

Chica hyperventilated, her hands trembling. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?" She screeched. "DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THAT COST? I PAID FOR THAT, YOU UNGRATEFUL ASSHOLE!"

"Yeah, with your useless, prostitute money!" He spat. "This doesn't mean anything to me now! You use to mean the world to me, but that's ended now. I can't even look at you the same way anymore."

"And what the crap does that mean?" Chica crossed her arms and got close to his face. "What's your problem? Why the hell are you so damn protective of me? I don't belong to anybody, I never did. Why are you throwing a fucking temper tantrum like a stupid two year old?"

Foxy had his hand and nub covering his ears to drown out the yelling and felt a small pang of comfort when he spotted Freddy, but remained secluded behind his curtain.

When Chica approached him on the topic, Bonnie's anger subsided only slightly. His shoulders drooped and his tears were finally able to fall freely down his beat read cheeks without another heated outburst.

"I've loved you for the longest time." Was his sniveled reply. It came out so childishly, without much energy. "I've loved you…since you first spotted me by the tree when we were only kids…and you kissed me," his thin hands found its way to the spot on his cheek where she kissed, "and I never forgot that…that encounter."

His expression twisted in agony as his body wracked with sobs. "I've been wanting to t-tell you-you for months-years now…I just couldn't, God, I just couldn't…" He couldn't continue on, he was getting too blubbery to speak coherent sentences. He pressed his back to the wall and cried and wailed into his hands while Chica stood there, shocked. Freddy, however, rubbed his forehead and looked down. Finally.

"Bonnie," Chica moaned and stepped forward. "How was I suppose to know? You never told me how you felt…" She trailed off and really thought about what he told her. Since they were kids? There was a time where they hadn't seen each other in more than a dozen years. She rubbed her eyes and pushed her crazy hair back. He's had these feelings for this long? The news overwhelmed her and she began to do breathing exercises to keep her heart rate down. "I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry I didn't get a fucking clue all this time. I'm sorry I'm not a god damn mind reader and was aware of your feelings sooner." In her defense, she honestly didn't know. She thought their relationship was a very close friendship, a fun and teasing one.

"I…don't know if I ever came onto you or misled you–"

"Well, you did." He suddenly snapped back. He wiped his nose with his sleeve and went back to shooting daggers at her. "You flirted with me…we got so intimate with each other and you won't even admit to it. I thought you were interested in me, but you decided to stab me in the back like you're usually good at."

"Excuse me?" Her eyes grew wide and she returned the glare without hesitation. "I had no. Fucking. Clue. How many times do I need to keep saying that? You're such a weird, awkward person, of course I acted like I was flirting, but I wasn't! You don't talk to enough people, I feel bad for you most of the time. But you're so insecure–"

Chica stopped mid sentence when Bonnie howled with laughter. She grew irritated and snapped. "What? What the fuck are you laughing at?"

"I'm insecure?" He chuckled and shook his head. "You're the insecure one. Why else do you fuck so many guys? You hate yourself, I know it. You thrive off the attention men and women give you because, again, you're a SLUT!"

She gritted her teeth and itched at her hands to try and think of something to throw back at him. "Don't think I don't know you, Clarrisa."

Chica's throat tightened up as she immediately stepped forward, pointing her finger in Bonnie's face. "Don't you dare…"

Bonnie smirked deviously and leaned in closer to mock her. "Don't think I don't know about your time in high school. You revealed all of it to me, remember? You starved yourself and cried yourself to sleep every night because you were fat and hideous. You dragged every boy into bed with you–the reason why you lost your virginity, right? You hated yourself and you forced boys to fuck you just do you'd think for a second you were beautiful–"

Bonnie gasped and tumbled backwards, Chica standing above him with her palm in the air. She smacked him in the face, just so she wouldn't have to hear it anymore. Freddy jumped at the sound of her hand connecting with his cheek and he hurriedly rushed over to grab her arm so she wouldn't do anything more physical. although, the way she was uncontrollably sobbing, he figures she would be too weak to attempt anything else.

"I told that to you in CONFIDENCE!" She seethed as her body quivered. "How DARE you throw that back in my face! I'm ashamed of myself enough, how could you?!"

Bonnie grasped at his bruised cheek with both his hands and glared up at her, not appearing that he regretted any of his words but the tears still streaming down his face otherwise. He kept staring at her and she got fed up with Freddy trying to pull her away from standing over Bonnie's curled up body.

"What? What the fuck are you looking at? Do you want to hit me too? DO IT, ALREADY!" She screamed, grabbed him by the wrist and yanked his frail body up while he still held his cheek. His glare now melted away, Bonnie meekly shook his head as he hiccuped and croaked out a pitiful response.

"I would never lay a finger on you."

Chica's own expression fell upon hearing that, and guilt descended upon her as she stepped back and brought her sweaty palms to her wet face. Freddy tried to guide her back, away from the broke guitar mess and Bonnie, who was standing in the middle of the result of his rage.

His eyes focused on Freddy, and all his anger was gone. Just pure betrayal.

"And you?" His voice cracked.

Freddy lifted his head and stared at Bonnie.

"Why?"

Taking a deep breath, Freddy kept his expression gentle yet stern. "I understand you're upset right now Bonnie, but know that what happened between me and Chica meant nothing. I was simply doing her a favor. She needed me as a friend, and I obliged. You need to calm down, drink some water–"

"Don't–" Bonnie raised a finger to Freddy's face, something that made Chica nervous about. He wouldn't dare to strike Freddy.

And he didn't. He just bawled.

"I went to you…for advice." Bonnie sobbed. "You tried helping me..w-w-with Chica…you knew how much I adored her."

Freddy's face remained calm.

"…And you went and did this?"

"Again, I didn't mean–"

"BUT YOU FUCKING DID IT!" Bonnie shouted in his face, his foot stomping in a childish manner, making the older man flinch back from the quick rise in his voice. Bonnie coiled back and stared Freddy in the eyes with untouchable vexation and despair.

"You did…don't stand there a tell me you didn't mean it, because whether you did or not, you knew. You knew what you were doing and you knew if I found out, I would be hurt. Did it or did it not cross your mind?"

Freddy held his head high a few seconds afterward, until his eyes downcast to the floor and he bowed his head in shame.

"I'm sorry."

Bonnie lowered his hand and breathed heavily. He looked in between Chica and Freddy and they didn't move an inch or mutter another word. Both of their heads were looking different ways. Bonnie stood back and wiped his stuffy nose again, moaning.

"Fine."

He turned on his heels and made a beeline around the room, swiftly grabbing big and small necessities of his before pulling out a worn down duffle back from under Chica's bed and stuffing it all inside. The latter watched with shock and stepped in as he was pulling out articles of his clothing from the drawers.

"Now what are you doing?" She whined, trying to get close to him.

"I can't stay here." Was his short, pained answer.

"What?" Chica shot back and went to go grab his arm. "Bonnie, no, you can't–"

Bonnie whipped around and snapped. "Don't touch me, you whore!"

Whore.

Chica coiled back, silent, and Freddy placed his hands on her shoulders. As Bonnie grabbed the doorknob, he slung his bag over his shoulder and snatched his good guitar. He paid one last glower in their direction, making sure they were looking at him.

"I-If you guys…are gonna keep messing around and stuff…" He shook his head.

"I'm don't want to be around anymore."

The pair stood there in agony. Bonnie opened the door, turned away but threw one last sorrowful look over his shoulder towards them, specifically Chica.

"Congrats."

With that, he shut the door and went straight to the front doors of the pizzeria and left despite the calls from Mike.

"Hey man, is everything alright? I heard yelling all the way…HEY!"

But Bonnie was gone.

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since i already wrote the second part, i'll just upload it shortly after i finish editing it ahaha