aww yeah heres for the unsatisfying climatic ending B)))
all warnings applied to the last one is applied here, except it's more toned down...actually i dont think there is a single sexual scene besides the context referring to what chica and freddy did. little cursing, no violence...just a lotta sappy shit AHAA dont enjoy
"He's been gone for five hours now."
Chica dragged her feet across the floor of her and Bonnie's-well, now just her bedroom, and wrung her hands together for the hundredth time that night. She hadn't gotten changed since Bonnie stormed out; her hair was still half tied up in her pony tail but the rest hung low in a frazzled mess. Having nothing covering her than a thin tank top with no bra and boy shorts, Chica was a walking zombie with bloodshot eyes with every pore of her face scrubbed free of her makeup.
Freddy occasionally checked up on her, leaning against the door frame to his room and looked on with sorrowful eyes. No amount of comforting or reassurance couldn't keep her still and not fretting over Bonnie's whereabouts.
"I'm just pacing here!" She cried and slapped her hands over her face with enough strength to leave a mark. "Bonnie could be towns over by now and we're not doing anything."
Freddy exhaled through his nose and scratched at the back of his neck. "Bonnie walked out of here in the heat of anger. I think he requires more time to think and blow off some steam." Freddy mumbled half heatedly.
"But he can't be gone!" Chica curled her hands into fists and banged the air like a stubborn baby. "I-He can't, he can't be gone..."
Seeing her suddenly curl into herself, digging her burning face into her fists, Freddy limped his way as swiftly as possible over to her side and wrapped an arm around her trembling shoulders, pulling her close.
"You've cried enough tears today already." He pressed his cheek to the top of her head. "You need some sleep. It's nearly three."
"I can't," she croaked into his chest, "I ca-can't go to sleep... knowing he's sleeping above me."
Freddy remained silent and quietly rubbed her back, listening to her tired sobs. His eyes flickered up when Foxy's purple curtains ruffled and out came the man with his prosthetic and his long overcoat on. Freddy simply raised an eyebrow in his direction as the redheaded man tightened his rat tail and glanced shyly away.
"I'll go an' look fer 'im."
Chica pushed herself away from Freddy's chest and gave Foxy a quick up and down, but didn't say anything. Freddy, however, couldn't stop the sympathetic smile twitching its way on his lips. "Thank you, Foxy."
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It was harder to search for someone in a large town now that Foxy was in this position. He knew this place like the back of his hand; he spent time memorizing subway lines and street names, and the most visited areas which he checked out first. After wasting an hour doing that, he really got down to thinking and realized that Bonnie would be repelled by any congested areas and would go for more underpopulated places, especially in his state where he was embarrassed enough to break down in front of them.
Just when he was thinking of giving up, Foxy walked down the steps of an underground bar that hid on a corner street in the dark depths in the less reputable part of town. The lights were warm and the music was laid back. Only a few young couples or middle aged single folks lingered near the bar area, and a waitress or two were hanging around with nothing to do. Foxy scanned the bar, and was able to turn back until he did a double take when the head of purple hair entered the corner of his eye. He didn't believe that was a real human there; he was twisted and curled in an unnatural ball in one of the first booths by the wall, his acoustic in the seat across from him. There was no food on the table aside from a single glass of iced water that appeared untouched. He was staring dead on to the glass of water, Foxy noticed as he lumbered down the stairs and took small steps towards his exco-worker. Just like Chica's eyes had been, his were puffy and red and those bags under them were lined darker than before from lack of sleep and physical and mental exhaustion. He was a zombie too, and Foxy was afraid of approaching him without a warning like a cough or any other noise. He decided against it because he was already standing beside the booth, looking down at the guitarist.
Bonnie's eye went unblinking as his iris's trailed up Foxy's body until they landed on his face. He looked even worse up close. He lazily licked his chapped lips as Foxy slid in the padded seat across him, making sure he didn't disturb his guitar.
"Hi." He greeted hoarsely.
"Ay." Foxy nodded. "I...I'm grateful I find ya in here. There others...they be worried sick, ya see?"
His predictable change to the topic actually changed the dazed expression on his face to one if bitter disgust. "Oh I bet they do. They probably only want me back so I can assist them in their performances."
"That ain't tha truth!" Foxy frowned. "Chica been bawlin' 'er eyes out over ya nonstop since ya left...she be...beggin' fer ya to come back home."
Bonnie's anger had subsided, temporarily or for good, Foxy wasn't positive, but the mention of Chica caused the young man's face to scrunch up as tears began leaking and his teeth tried to bite his lower lip to keep any noise from coming out. A tiny whine escaped his throat though, as he shook his head hopelessly, squeezing his eyes tight and he leaned his head back on the booth.
"I...I-I can't, Foxy...I can't go back there a-as long...if she..."
His voice cracked and that was the end of his broken sentence. Foxy didn't say anything. He kept his head bowed as an attempt to show his condolences.
"I love her so much." Bonnie inhaled sharply and clamped his hands over his face, his shoulders shaking. "My God...I can't stop picturing them together, Foxy..."
Foxy's heart ached at the pain in the man's voice, wishing he could make it go away for him. "I, egh...don't know about them two bein'...an item, but uh, if they ev'r tried, me'thinks they'd care a whole lot more fer their friend than their relationship, eh?"
That didn't help much because Bonnie kept his face hidden to shield his tearful face. "N-no...no, they can't be together...I won't..."
"Do ya care fer the lovely lady? Want 'er to be happy as can be?" Foxy inquired with a quirked eyebrow.
A few seconds later, Bonnie lowered his hands and looked Foxy in his gold eye with sincere passion and admiration. "More than anything." He whispered.
"Than ya let her do what she be desirin'. If Freddy is the course she be choosin'...don't be tha anchor tha holds them down."
Bonnie ogled at the younger man, appalled and personally offended. It was shown in his eyes, though Foxy could have sworn he saw something flicker past them for a second. He didn't protest, however. He didn't speak for a few minutes. He looked down at his folded hands before digging for the required bar tip and throwing it on the table.
"Then you guys will probably want to put up some help wanted signs by tomorrow."
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Freddy managed to escort Chica to her bed with much necessary persistence. She was still in her clothes from seven hours ago when she climbed under the covers, but it didn't matter much since she refused to fall asleep. Everything in her body was numb, dead weight except for her mind. Her eyes were even redder from sleep deprivation and she began to mumble nonsense under her breath just to keep her occupied, take her mind off things and yet keep her brain working to stay awake.
"He'll be home soon..."
"Any minute..."
"...I think...there's a spider on the ceiling."
Freddy sighed and made his way in her room again, looking he was just roused from a brief power nap he was able to take before Chica began acting up again.
"Chica," he smoothed out her hair and stroked her cheek. "You must go to sleep. You're getting delusion."
She mustered up the weakest frown she could manage. "No I'm not..."
The door to the bedroom creaked open and on instinct, Chica shot up in bed, blinking rapidly to adjust her blurry eyesight. When she saw it was just Foxy who was trying his best to make as little noise as possible, she shivered and collapsed back down without much effort.
"Oh, Bonnie..."
As she turned over, Freddy rushed over to Foxy as the latter started shrugging off his coat.
"Any luck?" He asked in a hushed whisper.
Foxy nodded, not looking at his boss. "Ay. Saw him. Spoke to 'im."
"And?"
Glancing over his shoulder, Foxy was already halfway up his latter by the time he gave Freddy the sad eyes. "He ain't comin' back, capt'in."
Freddy inhaled deeply and looked to the ground, devastated. He ran his hand from his forehead down to his mouth in exasperation, looking exhausted.
"Fuck."
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Freddy stirred from his restless sleep just after two and a half hours of getting Chica to sleep. He grunted and twisted himself awake, realizing he had passed out in his armchair with his bedroom door wide open so he had full surveillance of Chica. He skipped his morning stretches and clean up to go and check on the poor thing who hadn't slept in the last 24 hours until now.
By the time he reached her bed, Freddy noticed she wasn't in her bed where he last saw her, sprawled on top of her covers. His fear was diminished quickly when he paused to hear the shower running, and his heart rate slowed down. He himself went to go tidy himself up since there was no chance of him catching another nap this morning.
Chica emerged from her bathroom, decked out in a baggy sweatshirt, sweatpants, socks, her wet hair fallen over her shoulders and her face clean of her typical layer of makeup she flaunted everyday.
She was ragged, especially with those clothes. They were tattered and seem uncharacteristic of her to be seen in an outfit so unappealing, so dull and so concealing. The only skin Freddy saw was her face. Even her hands were sheltered from the long sleeves of the sweatshirt. Without much effort, Chica fell face first into her pillows, grabbed one close to her stomach and repositioned herself to press up against the wall next to her bed in an unsentimental stupor.
"Hey," Freddy mused to lighten the mood, gesturing to her outfit. "What's all this?"
He got a lazy shrug in reply. "Just felt like it." She muttered.
Freddy didn't press further, though he still walked closer, tilting his head to the side so he could see her face from in her bunk. "So uh...I don't know if you heard, or figured it out yourself but...Bonnie isn't back yet and...he won't be coming back."
Chica nodded slowly, mindlessly, until her face finally distorted into sure pain and heartache. "I know." She groaned and squeezed the pillow tighter to her chest. "I know..."
Rubbing his brows, Freddy picked a chair from the restaurant and dragged it back in the bedroom and in front of her bed, leaving her with no choice but to look at his face.
"We need to talk."
Chica shook her head violently and covered her eyes. "I don't want to-"
"Well, you're going to have to," Freddy snatched her wrist as gently as possible and pulled it down. "Because you're the only one who can fix this."
Again, Chica shook her head and held back a sob. "H-He hates me...how the hell am I supp-pose to fix this, Freddy?"
He straightened his back. "Bonnie never said he hated you. On the contrary, he proclaimed that he loved-"
"I don't wanna hear it!" Chica bawled and shoved her hands over her ears. "He told me he never wanted to see me again!"
"He said that while in heat of the moment. If you think he meant that, then I guess you think he meant everything else he cursed at you."
She remained silent as she thought over his words. A part of her got hopeful but her irrational side engulfed her and she secluded herself behind her pillow once again. "He...probably meant it...I deserved it. I'm desperate and ugly and I do nothing but hurt others just to help myself feel better."
"You were both at fault. We all were. You said things you regret, and I'm confident he'a regretting things he's said too."
Chica kept shaking her head, slower and slower until it looked like it was just twitching. Freddy sighed and sat up straight. "Although, I can't vogue for him. You'll have to ask him yourself."
She blinked away tear and stared at Freddy incredulously. "I don't know where he is; h-he could be towns over by now, already starting his new life, who knows...who knows."
"None of us will know unless you look. For. Him." Freddy ran his hand from her wrist to her hand and squeezed it, making her shift. "Do you want to spend the rest of your life never seeing him again, when you left all this unfinished business to forever haunt you."
Chica tried not to look at Freddy anymore. She'd close her eyes, turn her head in different directions or stay focused on his stomach instead of his eyes, anything but the eyes. She was broken out of her trance when his calloused fingers were lifted and gingerly traced her cheek, down to her chin, prompting her to finally make the eye contact with him.
"He's so enamored with you." Chica blushed and tried to turn away, but Freddy kept her head still. "You are a gorgeous in your own way, and the way Bonnie feels for you is a bond that can hardly be frayed even by the worst of fights. Relationships are built on flaws, but this will only make you guys stronger. You have to find him and you have to speak with him."
Chica took in deep, shark intakes to keep herself calm and to hold her crying at bay, the strains in her face and neck were evidence. She gargled a few times before she managed a whisper.
"I... don't love-"
"You do love him, you're just scared." Freddy placed his hand from her chin to the back of her neck and pulled her close, in a tight embrace as she began to snivel into his shoulder. "You don't know how to express it, you want to stay independent and harm free but rejecting any long term intimacy will only hurt you further." He took a breath. "Bonnie was stopping at nothing to get you to notice him, and the reason why he never got to confessing was because he was frightened too. You both were. You were scared and confused. This whole experience...was the experience you guys needed."
Chica sniffled and held her breath to indicate that she was listening.
"Bonnie's always told me that he got jealous easily whenever you gave a lingering eye to other men and not him, but said that's what made you so socially appealing, so he admired that. He got annoyed when you insist on wearing makeup all the time because he believes you look beautiful with or without it on, but it was your body, so he never made it a problem. He admired you. If anything, you encouraged him to be a better person. Not just to impress you, but...to make himself feel a little better."
Freddy smoothed his hand around Chica's back and paused over her left shoulder blade and felt her pulse quicken and her heart actually pound against his chest. She sniffled her dry nose and pulled away, looking up at Freddy with wide, purple eyes that shimmered from her leftover tears.
"I have to find him." She mumbled. She then threw her pillow off her body and swung her legs over the side of the bed. "Now. I have...I gotta go get him."
Freddy watched in awe as she began to hyperventilate once she started pacing the room, looking for her coat and her purse. "I gotta go find him! I need to talk to him. Oh God...he needs to come home...this is his home! I need..."
Chica halted at the door and looked at Freddy and then at Foxy, who was poking his out curiously. Freddy hoisted himself up from his seat and rushed over to the frazzled woman. "What are you going to say to him?"
She faced the door and didn't say anything, and still remained quiet as she turned her head in his direction. For the first time in 24 hours, she mustered up enough power in her face muscles to crack a smile-a hesitant, lopsided smile, but a smile none the less which, in return, made Freddy smirk.
"I'll tell him that we can't afford the ads for a new guitarist wanted."
Freddy shook his head and chuckled before escorting her out. The morning sky was already overcast with dark storm clouds creeping over the horizon. Freddy tsk'd at the sight and held up the front doors for Chica, who paused in the door frame. "Thank you, Freddy...for what you've done and...I'm so sorry."
The older man scoffted and shrugged it off like no big deal. "It wasn't a problem, Chica. I'm just glad you're feeling-"
"N-no..." Chica awkwardly took him by the forearm, making his freeze and gazed at her quizzically. "Hm?"
Her mouth parted slightly and eyes sorrowful, it took some careful wording before Chica made to gulp out her reply.
"I mean...I'm sorry for what I did those few nights ago."
Freddy blinked slowly and nodded once, waiting for her to continue.
"It was wrong for me to seduce you...when I was in denial and didn't mean it. Everyone was affected by my choices, and...I just had a moment of weakness. I'm so very sorry."
Freddy's face twisted into one of sympathy and respect, and didn't bother to hold back the smile from breaking out. "Oh Chica..." He mumbled and wrapped a big around around her shoulders, hugging her tight. He kissed the top of her head, sighed and looked off in the distance.
"I had a moment of weakness too."
Chica bit her lip to keep from crying again, since she was able to finally to keep herself under control. She rubbed her head into Freddy's shoulder and mouthed "it's okay" except nothing came out. Freddy gave an extra compress in their hug before gripping her shoulders and whispering in her ear.
"Bring him back home. We're all counting on you."
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Neither Foxy or Freddy told her what bar Bonnie was at last night, so she had to start he search from scratch. Unlike Foxy, Chica knew right away the places Bonnie would go to and places he'd avoid. No public areas where people filtered in and out of, nowhere where the sun shined the most because Bonnie could easily burn his skin in the shade. And somewhere with water would made Bonnie uneasy because he believes that he got within a few feet of water, he'll slip in or the water itself will rise above the ground and someone drag him in. He would always insist on holding Chica's hand when they walk around ponds, saying that the geese were in on it too and would trick her by looking cute and...
Chica grumbled and rubbed her tired, sore eyes. Knowing how Bonnie felt about her all theses years...some of his actions and motives made sense, and it made her heart clench in guilt that she ignored it all. It was so obvious. She even remembers how dejected he looked whenever she didn't pay attention to his most clear advances. She really was in denial in some conscience state. She knew Bonnie loved her, but not...that deeply.
"Oh, Bonnie." She moaned under her breath and stop to take a break on the side of a bakery, watching people shuffle in and out. Many of them took their treats to the park right next to it. It took a couple minutes of examining the sign standing by the entrance way and the tree types to realize it was the same park her and Bonnie walked through when they first found Foxy homeless. The memory warmed her heart because she remembered how proud the two of them were when they gave Foxy a home...but thinking back to the strong relationship her and Bonnie had around that time, when it wasn't damaged by her stupid decisions...how their bond might be the same again. She shook her head fiercely and spun on her heels to take a small detour through the park, maybe the clean air around the trees would help comfort her.
There were many families, some of which had little children who recognized Chica and waved happily in her direction. Mortified to be seen in this worn down state, Chica forced a smile and wiggled her fingers as a hello to them but kept her head low and continued around pond, secretly hoping to avoid the children despite how awful she felt doing so.
A brisk breeze brushed past her and she closed her sweatshirt more tightly around her already bulky pullover sweatshirt. This stupid erratic spring weather; sometimes it felt as cold as winter but then the humidity would rise and she would be left sweltering. Ugh, and the stupid music that would randomly play in the park as she's trying to think-
Chica stopped in her tracks. While trying to drain out the sounds of children's laughter and birds chirping, Chica tried to strain her ears and turn her head in the direction of the light, plucking of guitar strings. The closer she got to it, the less it made sense. It was just nonsense being strummed with many pauses, screw ups and just mindless thwacking. Hear heart rate sped up as she rounded the corner of the familiar water shrubs and dilapidated wooden benches that haven't been fixed in years. Foxy was sleeping on one of these.
Ignoring her irregular heartbeat, Chica's pace slowed down when she saw a blob of purple through the leaves of the tall bushes that blacked her vision. She wanted to stay hidden, just in case...she couldn't just walk out. She peeked through the gaps, and sure enough, her best friend was sitting slumped over, legs stretched out and guitar half sitting and half laying on his lip. The young man looked as shitty as she did this morning before she took a shower, and after that, she still looked like a mess. So much exhaustion and wear in his droopy, sleep deprived eyes, and his lips were horribly chapped. Even though it's been only a day since he left, Bonnie looked like he hadn't showered in a week. She knew when he skipped his showers; his already greasy hair stuck up in odd angles if he so much as touched it with his hands. His clothes also looked notably wrinkled and worn down with stains, mostly his armpits. His red bow tie was missing, and his suspenders were attached to his pants but left hanging by his sides. His tailcoat was thrown over the arm of the bench a few inches away.
Bonnie was trapped in a daze, not strumming anything in particular. It was pretty broken, but it didn't seem like he cared. His expression was permanently etched with gloominess. He didn't blink once since Chica started watching him.
Realizing that nothing was going to happen unless she did something, so she calmly did her breathing exercises to keep her nerves at ease and keep her pounding head at bay and slipped out from behind the bushes. Her sneakers scrapped lazily against the pavement, disturbing him from his trance, and he looked up. His eyes dilated at the sight of her cautiously stepping forward, but he quickly whipped his head away, looking at the ground in anguish.
Chica played with her fingers as she gazed at the man who started shifting in his seat. "Uh, hey. What were you playing?" She inquired awkwardly.
Bonnie refused to look at her and didn't bother replying.
"...Sorry if I interrupted you." She mumbled, stepping closer. "You can keep playing if you want...if you don't me sitting with you."
Bonnie didn't move. He only rolled his eyes to eye his coat that was tossed over the side of the bench. Without making a sound, he reached over and grabbed the coat, leaving a space for her. Her heart skipped a beat before she obeyed and sat down stiffly in the small gap between the arm rest and Bonnie.
They sat in agonizing silence. At least, according to Chica. She picked at her peeling polish on her finger nails. She usually went to the salon on Fridays but...since this all happened. She blew air out of her mouth and glanced over at him, seeing him stare blankly at the ground.
"I, eh...don't really know how...to start talking here." She snorted lightly but bit her cheek when he didn't react. "You don't want to talk to me...I get it. But Bonnie, please know that I...well," "she gulped, "I only got...two and a half hours of sleep last night."
She snickered again, attempting to lighten the mood, and Bonnie's eyes flickered off to glance at her feet. "Freddy too. And who knows if Foxy got to shut his eyes after the screaming and going out to search for you." She licked her lips, spared a glance at Bonnie who quickly snapped his head in the other direction. She continued.
"There...is absolutely nothing going on between me and Freddy, Bonnie...there never was and there never will be. I was confused and desperate and...well, you know how much of a pushover he can be. We did...what we did for our own selfish reasons, and nothing more. I can't stress it enough...but I have no interest in him romantically, sexually...nothin'. Hell, he's more like a father to me than a possible lover as...gross...as that sounds, but," she shook her head, sighing. "Apologizing to you probably won't make up for the pain I made you suffer through. I just thought..."
She trailed off, digging her nails into her knuckles. "...just thought you could give me, uh...us...a second chance...mainly me." Her lips twitched. "I want you to come home, Bonnie."
She leaned back on the bench, relaxing her body after feeling that weight lift from her chest.
Bonnie coughed and hung his head low. He scratched the back of his neck. "I'm sorry." He murmured so lowly that Chica perked up in her seat and leaned closer.
"W-what?"
"I'm sorry." He emphasized louder, a little too harshly. His voice lowered considerably, ashamed at his tone. "But I don't know if I can forgive you..."
Chica inhaled and gave a nod. "I know, I wouldn't want to forgive me either...but I did some thinking. I thought about how much I neglected you, how passive I acted...and how much I overlooked your kidness. Y'know, the kindness you always showed me no matter how sad or mad or isolated you wanted to be." She smiled bashfully. "You treated me like a queen, but I never noticed."
"No," he cut in, causing her to flinch. "You noticed. You just didn't want to admit you did."
Frowning now, Chica turned fully to face Bonnie. "Hey. I honestly never knew you ever had feelings for me, especially when we reconnected and first got settled here. It was only when I hooked up with Freddy did I get this suspicion. I was so self conscience and guilty for some reason, I..." She ran a hand through her long, frizzy hair and thought back on what Freddy said. "I guess we really needed this to happen..."
There was an empty silence the developed around the two, each of them looking in different direction. Bonnie broke it as he pounded one curled up fist into the other palm of his hand.
"I love you, Chica."
Chica tensed and shook her head. "I know." She stated bravely.
Bonnie peeked through his flat, unkempt bangs. "Do you love me?" He whispered.
Taking a deep breath, Chica exhaled dramatically. "I don't know."
"I know you do." Bonnie grew confident and reached out to grab her hand, the first time they touched since Chica slapped him. "You're stunning. You're on my mind all the time, even when I was a teenager and I had no idea of your whereabouts. I always wondered where you were and what you looked like and how untouchable you looked then-"
"Bonnie, please," Chica whined and tried pulling away halfheartedly but Bonnie held tight. "I want to wake up to you without your makeup on, to see your natural face and I want to be there after a long day of work just to see you get comfortable and sleep." He spoke more animated, grabbing with her hands with his and holding them close to his chest.
"Stop...Bonnie, stop it."
"Why are you so afraid to let this happen?" He demanded, looking stressed.
"I don't know!" She shouted, resulting in him retracting back his hands as she got up and stormed a few steps away. "I don't fucking know, okay? I'm not that great, anyway! I don't understand what you see in me...I can't...I don't want this."
Bonnie shot up from his seat and raced over to her. The dark clouds from earlier were starting to roll across the sky, completely blocking the sun. Thunder rumbled the earth in the distance but neither of them noticed.
"You don't want to do this because you're scared." Bonnie snapped and grabbed a hold of her shoulders, getting in her face "Please, tell me why you're scared!"
"I don't know, maybe because I'm horrible? I'm ugly and fat and disgusting, that's why." Chica began choking back sobs again, her vision blurring from the tears leaking past her eyes. "I can't be committed to someone, I can't get too attached, I can't-"
"I'm already attached to you." Bonnie broke in seriously, taking her cheeks in his hands and growing emotional himself when tears started moistening his eyes too. "I-I can't stand the thought of you detaching yourself from me...you help me wake up and g-go through my day and you make me smile and I can NEVER go another night without you AGAIN!" He cried and pressed his forehead to hers, sucking in his breath. "I lov-"
"Don't say it," She warned in a shaky voice, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. "Don't you dare-"
"I love you, Clarrisa!"
A flash broke out in the sky and the sudden pitter patter sound of raindrops hitting the ground surrounded them. Adults and children all shielded their heads and ran out of the park and into their cars. Bonnie and Chica, however, stood in stunned silence as the gentle drizzle turned into a violent downpour. On instinct, Bonnie snatched his jacket from the park bench and stretched it out so he could tower over Chica and use it as a protector from the rain for the both of them.
"You fucking said it," She croaked over the loud crash of the rain into Bonnie's jacket. He gazed down at her, hair matted to his cheeks and forehead, and he looked her like she was a goddess standing on a pedestal. It was quiet before he mumbled softly.
"You're not wearing makeup."
Chica scoffed and rubbed her eyes from the raindrops that irritated them. "I wasn't feeling all that great today...I look like complete shit, I know."
Bonnie's expression didn't change. His eyes held that same warmness and admiration. "Then how come my heart is still pounding when I look at you."
Chica froze, dumbfounded. Her tears mixed with her tears as she began to laugh; a light, breathless but flustered laugh. "I think you need to get that checked out."
She continued to laugh and shortly after, Bonnie began to chuckle and then they were both pressing their foreheads together, under the rain, laughing at themselves until finally Chica grabbed a hold of his shirt and looked at him in desperation. "Now can we please go home so this stops looking like a cheesy scene in a chick flick movie?"
Bonnie sniffled, blinked away the tears and the raindrops and nodded enthusiastically. He pressed his forehead to her one more time and pressed a kiss to them. "With you, of course."
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The restaurant was near to pitch black as the rain pelted the windows and the water poured out of the drain pipes. Foxy sat on the floor in front of the double glass doors in the front, a tiny toy model of a pirate ship gripped in his bony fingers. Not too far away Freddy sat, hunched over, face buried in his hands was his cigar was a few puffs away of going out. An empty shot glass sat on one of the tables close to him.
The two of them passed the time by talking as soon as Chica left, but when it began to downpour, their attitudes turned sour and decided to take turns watching out for her, or at least Bonnie and her, to come back home, safe and stress free.
Foxy was leaning his head against the cool glass, pretending the pirate ship was sailing through the air. He was sleepy, and was too distracted by his friends whereabouts to really occupy his mind in a productive wave. He continued to let his toy bounce up and down through the end until two distorted figures in the distance pulled him out of his trance. He lowered his toy and squinted his good eye past the raindrops on the glass to make out the figures as Bonnie and Chica walking side by side; Bonnie hauling his jacket over their heads as Chica held his guitar closer to her chest.
"Capt'in! Look! They be back!" Foxy sprang to his feet and almost toppled over by the amount of joy that exploded out of him.
Freddy's head snapped up, his face in shock. "Really?" He snatched his cane and limped as quickly as possible over to the door and grabbed Foxy by the arm to calm him down. He spotted the duo walk through the parking, looking so relax and content despite having walked through a cold thunderstorm.
Foxy shoved past Freddy and threw open the doors and spread out his arms for a big, wet hug from his two friends, who took it gratefully. Foxy got soaked on impact and the three shared a laugh until Bonnie awkwardly made eye contact with Freddy, who was looking at him so relieved. Chica and Foxy noticed the sudden tension and the latter slowly walked up behind Bonnie in case something drastic happened.
The two men were having what appeared like a standoff, neither of them moving but never breaking eye contact. Chica started breathing heavily and was about to reach out for Bonnie until a gasp escaped the man's lips, and she retracted.
"I'm soooo sorry, Freddy!" Bonnie wailed and raced forward, throwing his clumsy arms around the bigger man's neck and holding him tightly. Freddy grunted as his eyes darted around, surprised, and saw how much Chica and Foxy were trying to stifle their giggling. He relaxed in Bonnie's embrace and return the hug with big, reassuring pats on the back when he felt Bonnie weep pathetically into his neck.
"It's alright, Bonnie, I'm sorry too...dry your tears." He chuckled and forced the taller man to pull away and wipe his already bloodshot eyes. Bonnie smiled a faint smile, and Freddy returned it. They were both caught by surprised when Chica slammed Bonnie from behind and create a three way hug, giggling insanely. Foxy joined in shortly after, the four of them hugging in celebration of them being united and happy again.
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As soon as they caught up, made many apologizes and cleared out some hard feelings, Chica shooed Bonnie off to the bathroom for a much needed shower while she cooked up a late dinner to fill his empty stomach. She stayed by his side the whole night, cleaned his dishes, and helped him into bed. He pulled his hair back in a pony tail since the humidity from the rain made their bedroom unbearable but Chica never bothered to pull hers up again, which Bonnie was silently grateful for, since he loved it when she kept her hair down and un tampered.
Freddy went off to bed legitimately; all his lights were out so not paperwork had to be done that night. (Or it did, but he was too bone tired to deal with it right now). Foxy was away in his little cot with the curtain closed, and since they still had some things to discudd and were deprived of each other's company for too long, Bonnie moved his pillow down to Chica's bunk and they settled down beside one another. They both leaned against the back wall, their pillows in their laps, heads tilted back to look at the glow in the dark stars scattered on the bottom of Bonnie's bunk.
"How's it feel like to be back in a nice comfy bed again?" She kept her voice down to a low whisper so they wouldn't disturb Foxy.
Bonnie giggled and snuggled his face into his pillow. "You act like I've been gone for weeks."
"Well it felt like weeks, alright?" Chica nudged his knee with her foot and he tried to nudge back, except he over estimated it and his foot slipped off the bed, making Chica snicker. "Way to go."
Groaning, Bonnie repositioned himself and snuggled back down under the covers. There was a comfortable silence between them until Bonnie cleared his throat and tightened his grip on the pillow.
"Where...are we exactly?"
He couldn't see Chica in the dark, so he assumed she would still be looking the opposite way while she took a deep breath in.
"Where do you want us to be?"
Bonnie chewed on his lip and groaned in his throat, prompting Chica to speak up again. "I still think we have some things to, uh...figure out, if you know what I mean. What we both want, what we still feel...if we have any lingering feelings and stuff." She finished off quietly, glad that Bonnie didn't overreact.
"I understand. I don't want to make you uncomfortable." He sighed contently, pulling himself up. Chica smiled and nodded, closing her eyes.
"Can I...kiss you?"
Dead silence fell between them, and Bonnie's sensitive ear's picked up on Chica inhaling a shaky breath.
"If you really want to."
Bonnie turned his body towards her. "Only if you want to...too."
The covers shuffled and turned as Chica turned to face him as well. The hairs on the back of his neck stood tall when he felt a whiff of her warm breath tickle his face.
"What I want, is for you to prove how much you claim you love me." Was her deep, sultry reply.
"Ah-" Bonnie fumbled and swallowed, playing with his fingers in a nervous manner, thankful that she couldn't see him. "I-I uh, would love to."
Satisfied, Chica reached forward and hooked a finger through the collar of his shirt, giving an innocent, gentle tug forward, resulting in the two of them shuffling closer together. She moaned in her throat and hovered over his lips, practically feeling him tremble under breath. "Then kiss me, please."
Their lips hovered for a brief second before Bonnie's neck jerked back. "I-I don't really know how to kiss." He muttered out a little too fast and meekly, but Chica leaned forward even more, taking the back of his neck with her hand.
"That's fine with me."
P.S. idk how to end stories BB))))) oh and ive never actually been in a relationship either
