{ Freddy }

"Paintball war," Gold chuckled, holding out the gear to the other two.

A grin matching Gold's spread onto Foxy and Freddy's faces as they exchanged a glance.

"Hell yeah," Freddy agreed with a nod.

Without any hesitation, they all grabbed a vest and a helmet, pulling them on quickly. After grabbing the guns, and loading them with paintballs, the three boys were ready.

Suited up, they hopped into Freddy's truck and started toward the park.

"Alright," Gold started. He was sitting in the passenger seat, still smiling. "Rules. No shooting innocent bystanders, no ganging up on one person, no shooting me-"

"Oh shut it, Gabe," Freddy chuckled.

As soon as they arrived at the park, Freddy parked the truck and they all exited. The park was full of trees, sitting areas, multiple play sets, hills, and the occasional trench. It was a perfect place for a paintball war. The three boys stood at the edge of the grass, guns ready and eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Ready?" Freddy asked. The other two responded with enthusiastic nods.

"One... Two... Three... GO!" Freddy yelled. They all dashed in opposite directions, whooping and laughing.

The largest payset in the park loomed before Freddy. He swung himself up the stairs and into the top area, pushing past a couple of kids. He crouched behind one of the plastic walls, his gun ready, panting.

"Hey mister," one of the little boys said. Freddy looked up at the little boy. He had short brown hair and brown eyes. He was wearing a bladck t-shirt and blue jean shorts. He looked around ten or eleven.

"Yeah?" Freddy breathed quietly, adjusting his helmet. He was trying to make as little noise as possible, hoping the kid would go away so he wouldn't get found.

"What're you doing?" the kid asked, rocking back and forth on his heels.

"Paintball," Freddy answered simply, peeking his head over the top of the playset. No sign of Gold or Foxy.

The kid brightened up. "Can I help you, mister?"

Freddy let out a small sigh. "Fine. Keep a lookout for to guys. One's a blonde and looks like me, and the other has really long red hair," he said, sitting down against the plastic wall with his gun aimed up. "What's your name, kid?"

"Scott," he replied with a smile. "What's yours?"

"Freddy, nice to meet you," he said with a small smile. "Now keep a lookout for my friends. Tell me if you see them, but don't make it obvious you're on my side."

Scott nodded, and turned to the other side of the playset to look for Gold and Foxy. It was silent for a few moments, save for the squealing of the children playing on the playset. Suddenly Scott jumped slightly, then turned to Freddy. "Hey mister Freddy, is that the blonde guy you're talking about?" He was pointing to somewhere else in the park.

Following the boy's finger, Freddy caught sight of his brother, who was looking around with his eyes sweeping the faces of passing children.

"Thanks," Freddy said quickly, swinging over the plastic wall of the playset and landing with a soft thud in the mulch.

Face breaking out in a smile, he charged his brother will a yell, aiming the gun and pulling the trigger.

Gold whipped around just as splatters of blue, red, green, and purple appeared on his chest and stomach.

"Wait Freddy stop!" Gold held up one hand.

Freddy lowered the gun, narrowing his eyes. "What?" he asked warily.

Gold grinned. "Wanna team up against Foxy?" he suggested with a devious glint in his eye.

Freddy scoffed. "I don't trust you. You'll probably shoot me in the back or something when I turn away," he said.

Gold shook his head, opening his mouth wide in mock shock. "Why, Freddy, why would I ever do that to you, my brother?" he asked dramatically.

Rolling his eyes, Freddy grumbled. "Fine. Let's go find Foxy."

Gold pumped his fist excitedly as they started off, guns pointing out in case Foxy were to show up.

As soon as they ran over to the bride, a loud war cry erupted and Foxy jumped out from underneath, holding down the trigger on his gun. Freddy grunted as multiple paintballs hit him in the chest and a few on his legs, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Gold stumble from the force.

Both brothers aimed their guns at him and fired. The force of both guns blew him away and he backed up a few steps, tripped over a log, and landed in the grass, paintballs still hitting him.

He held up his hands in surrender and dropped his gun. "Aye!" He yelled angrily. "Whatever happened ter no teamin' up?!"

Gold laughed. "We aren't," he said as he picked up Foxy's discarded gun. Freddy turned to ask his brother what he meant when the blonde boy turned the two guns on him, his face wide in a smile.

Before Freddy could do anything, Gold pulled the triggers and a barrage of paintballs hit him, causing him to fall back just as Foxy had. He too put his hands over his head and began yelling profane things at his brother, causing kids nearby to look at him with their mouth hanging open.

Gold laughed, throwing his hands, (which still held the guns), up in the air. "I win!" He shrieked excitedly.

While he was busy bragging, Freddy grabbed his own gun and shot his brother on his mask, blinding him. He dropped both guns and tried to pry the mask off.

Foxy and Freddy met glances, the same mischievous glint in their eyes. They both picked up one of the discarded guns and fired on Gold, who turned with a help and tried to run.

Gold's backside was soon full of color splatters and he fell onto his knees, curling up into a ball. After shooting him a few more times, the three boys agreed it was a tie.

As they were walking back to the car, chatting and laughing, Freddy stopped walking and looked around the park, his blue eyes checking each and every child's face.

"Freddy, lad?" Foxy called as he and Gold stopped walking. "What's ta problem?"

Freddy shook his head, knitting his eyebrows. "Nothing," he said, and they continued to the car in silence.

It started with a roar and they were off, back towards the house. They should arrive around the same time the girls would. As he drove, Freddy sighed. Scott was a good kid. He was upset he never got the chance to tell him bye.