( let me make one thing clear: I don't give a flying fudge if you don't like my story. hate the fact that Gold and Springtrap aren't together? suck a duck and stop complaining in the reviews, because I literally could not care less if I tried. Sorry to sound rude, but some of you people are just flat out mean.
Also I'm so sorry for the slow updates. I'll try to get back on track. I'll most likely update once a week because I actually happen to have a life outside of writing. shocking, I know... )
{ Elliot }
The sweet smell of pancakes hit the small brunette's nose, and she let out a sigh of content. Without hesitation, she threw off the bed covers and scurried out of the room towards the kitchen, her mouth stretched wide in a smile.
Chica was standing in front of the stove, a white apron tied around her waist that had a cartoon chicken on it. A tray of pancakes sat on the stove, making Elliot's mouth water with anticipation.
"Morning, Ellie," the blonde said sweetly, turning toward her daughter. "I see you smelled the pancakes. Would you mind getting the syrup out of the pantry?"
"Yes, ma'am," Elliot replied happily, making her way into the pantry and grabbing the bear-shaped maple syrup bottle.
She set the bottle down on the counter next to the stove, her mother mumbling a thank you as she kissed her daughter's head. "Go wake Belle up for me?" she asked.
Elliot nodded and hurried out of the kitchen toward the attic. She climbed the stair-ladder and silently pushed the trapdoor up, peeking into her older sister's room.
Belle was laying in her bed, one leg hanging over the side and nearly touching the floor. She had her earbuds in and she was bobbing her head to music Elliot couldn't hear, scrolling on her phone.
The older girl looked up and took out an ear bud. "Yeah, Ellie?" she asked, propping herself up on one elbow to get a better view of her sister.
"Breakfast. Then you need to pack for the trip," Elliot told her briskly, trying to sound like Chica.
Belle rolled her eyes. "Alright, I'm coming," she mumbled, then waved her hand to tell her sister to get out of her room.
"Yeah, right," Elliot mumbled to herself as she closed the trapdoor and went back down the ladder. She returned to the kitchen, where Chica was putting the pancakes onto four plates and reaching for the syrup. "Make sure you put a lot of syrup on mine," the brunette reminded her mother.
Chica smiled and let out a small laugh. "You got it, Your Royal Highness," she joked, pouring a generous amount of syrup onto a stack of three pancakes.
"I smell pancaaaaakes~" Freddy's voice rang through the house. Not a minute later he showed up in the kitchen, wearing a brown short-sleeve shirt that had a bear drinking a martini on it and blue jeans.
"Ugh, why are you wearing that shirt?" Chica asked, scrunching up her nose in distaste as her eyes landed on the image. "It's so stupid, and not a good influence."
"But it has a bear on it," Freddy argued, kissing Chica's head. He turned towards Elliot, who was sitting at the table waiting patiently for her pancakes. "Hey, Ellie," he said cheerfully, kissing her head and sitting down next to her. "You excited for the trip?"
Elliot beamed. She would finally get to meet Edd and Sylvia, of course she was excited. "Yeah I am!" she squealed, drumming her fingers on the table.
Chica set down the plates and sat down. "Where's Belle?" she asked Elliot, picking up her fork.
"Uh... dunno. She told me she was coming," Elliot replied, shrugging as she dug into her breakfast.
The blonde huffed and turned towards the direction of Belle's room. "Belle!" she yelled.
A muffled, "Whaaaat?" came from Belle's room.
"Breakfast!" Freddy and Chica shouted at the same time.
There was a loud groan, a thump, the sound of the trapdoor opening, and then Belle entered the kitchen, wearing black shorts and a grey T-shirt. She plopped herself down and picked up her fork, shoveling the pancakes into her mouth, not making eye contact with anyone.
She finished in two minutes, wiped her mouth on her sleeve, and washed her plate in the sink. "Thanks for breakfast mom I'm going to go pack bye!" she said quickly, jogging out of the kitchen.
Freddy snorted, smirking. "Yeah. 'pack,'" he said, using his fingers for air quotes around "pack." Chica smiled and shook her head, but didn't say anything.
While they were eating, Chica's phone vibrated in her pocket and she answered it. "Yeah, Bonnie, what do you need?" she asked.
Bonnie's voice was static-y and muffled; Elliot couldn't make out what she was saying.
"Oh, yeah!" Chica responded to her friend. "Alright. See you soon," she said, then hung up, turning to her husband and daughter.
"What's up?" Freddy asked, cutting a piece of his pancakes and skewering it with his fork.
"They're going to rent a huge RV, drive here, and we're all going to go on a roadtrip," she replied, taking a bite of her dwindling breakfast. "So we're delayed a day, we'll leave tomorrow."
"Whoop! Roadtrip!" Elliot yelled, throwing her arms up in the air. "I can't wait until they get here! We can finally meet our cousins!"
Freddy and Chica exchanged a loving glace, wearing identical smiles. They were obviously excited for all their children to finally meet each other.
A loud car horn erupted from the yard, and Elliot let out a loud squeal, yanking her suitcase from against the wall and throwing her bedroom door opened. She sprinted into the kitchen in time to see Chica walk to the front door and open it. A tall man with long ginger hair pulled back into a small ponytail stood in the doorway. His amber eyes glinted with excitement, reminding Elliot of a young child in a candy store. He wore a wide smile, showing two rows of straight white teeth.
When he spoke, Elliot noticed his voice was deep and gruff, and for whatever reason he talked in a pirate accent. She had thought her parents were kidding when they told her he talked like that, but here he was, her uncle Foxy, in all his glory.
"Chica!" He cheered, wrapping his arms around her despite being a head taller, his smile widening more.
The blonde laughed and hugged him back. "I missed you, Finn," she said, her voice muffled against him. She pulled away and caught sight of someone else outside. "Bon!" she squealed, bounding past Foxy to greet her best friend.
Foxy's amber eyes met Elliot's, and he walked up to her, holding out his hand that wasn't covered by a hook. "Ahoy," he greeted her as she shook his hand timidly. "I'm Foxy. Ye must be Elliot, yeah?" he asked.
Elliot nodded. "Yup! You're taller than I thought you were. Much taller than my mom or dad," she commented, craning her neck to look up at his face. She noticed his chin had some red fuzz that matched his hair.
He laughed. "Ye parents haven't told ye that I'm like a giant compared to 'em?" he asked. Elliot shook her head, smiling in amusement. She liked Foxy.
Freddy poked his head into the kitchen, clean shaven with a sweater vest lazily pulled on. He and Foxy met gazes and whooped loudly, running at each other and slamming together in a bro-hug. "Hey, you big lug," Freddy laughed, patting the back of the taller man. "It's been a long time."
"Too long," Foxy agreed as they pulled apart. "Glad we can finally see each other. Glad the kids can finally meet, too. Yer daughter got yer looks, she's pretty," he commented, winking at Elliot, who laughed.
"Thanks," Freddy replied, laughing as well. "Elliot's the good one. Belle, she's seventeen, you know."
"Ah," Foxy said, nodding. "I got a seventeen year old too. Independent lad."
"Mmhm," Freddy agreed, turning back into the living room. "Belle!" he screamed. "Guests!"
There was the familiar slam of the trapdoor and her heavy footsteps on the ladder-stairs, and then Belle appeared in the kitchen, wearing a loose white shirt, (a tank-top underneath), with a grey skirt. "Oh, hi," she said simply, giving Foxy a small half-smile. "You must be uncle Foxy." She shook hands with the ginger.
"Aye, that's me," he replied, flashing her a bright smile. "You must be Belle."
She nodded, running her fingers through her sleek black hair. She had towed a black suitcase with her, ready to go.
Chica returned, along with three others. Elliot recognized one as Aunt Bonnie, who had pastel blue hair in a pixie cut. Her eyes were an electric green, and she was slender. Her eyes swept the room, taking note of everything.
Another person was a boy. He was tall, taller than Bonnie and Chica. Elliot realized he was about as tall as Foxy was. His hair was brown with red highlights, his eyes were a bright amber, resembling Foxy's. There was a small beard on his chin. He was stocky and looked like he could pick Elliot up with one arm. In his hand rested a sketchbook, a pencil kept securely in the rings.
Next to the boy was a small girl, more than foot shorter than the boy. Her hair was a dark blue and brushed her shoulders, her eyes green. She was slender like Bonnie, and looked very tiny next to the boy. Her face was slack and expressionless as she examined the room like Bonnie had.
Bonnie stepped forward toward Elliot and Belle, and shook each of their hands in turn. Her movements were very calculated, precise. "Hi," she greeted with a small voice and an even smaller smile. "I'm Bonnie. You must be Elliot and Belle."
Elliot nodded enthusiastically while Belle confirmed with a "yes ma'am." Bonnie greeted Freddy and by that point, the four children stood, facing each other, analyzing each other, nobody talking.
Finally, Chica stepped in. "Edd, Sylvia," she said, pointing to the boy and girl. "Belle, Elliot," she continued, pointing at her own children. When she finished introductions, she smiled at us and fell silent.
Awkwardness hung between the four, thick as a winter coat. Finally Edd broke the silence, his amber eyes switching from Belle to Elliot. "Ah... hi."
"Hey," Belle responded. She looked the most relaxed out of all of them, leaning her weight onto her right foot and crossing her arms over her chest, her face twisted in a small half-smile.
"Hi," Elliot chimed in. The girl, Sylvia, looked nervous. She hid slightly behind Edd, not saying a word, just watching.
"Sorry about her. She's nervous, especially around people she's never met before," Edd assured them, nudging Sylvia with his arm. She let out a small squeak and just shrunk more behind him.
Elliot pouted slightly at the fact that she was the shortest of the bunch. Belle spoke up. "You draw?" she asked, inclining her head toward the sketchbook in Edd's hands.
Edd nodded proudly. "Yeah. I love drawing."
"What do you draw?"
"Eh, little bit of everything."
The two started talking about art, while Elliot and Sylvia just started at each other. They didn't need words, they just stood there, studying each other. At the same time, they both cracked small smiles. Elliot knew they were going to be good friends.
After a few minutes of getting acquainted, Chica started ushering everyone towards the door. "Alright, guys, let's get on the road! We have to drive for a while to get to New York! Bonnie, Foxy, is the RV ready?"
"Ye," Foxy replied as he unlocked it.
"We got food?" Chica asked as they began to pile in.
Bonnie laughed. "Yeah, I made sure to get enough to satisfy you," she said quietly.
Everyone sat down somewhere and strapped in. Foxy and Bonnie rode up front, and Chica and Freddy sat on the couch. Luckily, every place to sit had a seat belt, since Bonnie insisted that everyone stay buckled up to prevent injury.
"Yeah yeah, Mom, we got it. Can we get this show on the road?" Edd asked.
Bonnie turned and smiled at her son, then turned to Foxy, who was at the wheel. "Let's go," she said.
With a roar, the RV came to life. All the boys let out a loud, "Whoop!" as Foxy turned onto the main road and they rumbled off toward their destination.