Hey everybody! I'm back with another chapter of this for you guys! And guess what else? I got two chapters today! I went a bit nuts last night and typed six fanfic chapters. And this one got two! Hopefully you'll enjoy it everybody!
"All right class," Mr. Schmidt, the Biology teacher, announced, "today you'll be worker in pairs of two to complete a project on bacteria cultivation. You'll simply take a swab, swab anywhere you'd like in this room as long as it isn't alive, and read the packet to determine how to begin your lab. Now, if there are no questions then partner up and get started. Also, try to be original with your swabs. I don't want everyone swabbing the heater of something like that." Bonnie sighed in frustration, looking around the classroom. He had no friends in this class. No one he really knew even. He was about to go ask if he could just do the lab on his own when a hand tugged at his hoodie. He turned, seeing the boy he'd been told was simply named Marionette.
"Um hey," he said awkwardly. The human boy gave no reply. He simply motioned for Bonnie to follow and retreated to his table where he already had the supplies already set up. He followed, curious. "So...you trying to tell me you want to be partners?" Marionette nodded, handing him the little swab. He shrugged and took it, twiddling it idly between his fingers. "Any idea what you want to swab?" The boy shook his head and he looked around. Anything would do really.
Eventually they settled for swabbing Marionette's mask. The boy took the swab and swiped it across the inside of it, showing a small patch of pale skin. Immediately the mask slipped back into place and Marionette was off in a flurry of movement. Bonnie chuckled at the human's enthusiasm despite his still, porcelain mask hiding his expression.
As the week wore on they continued to study their lab. They did their work rather quickly, allowing them some time to sit back and relax. Bonnie simply stared out the window, noting that Marionette continuously scribbled away in a large notepad. Occasionally he would look up, studying Bonnie with unwavering black eyes. Eventually it began to unnerve him.
"Um," Bonnie began, "Is something wrong?" Marionette looked up, cocking his head slightly. "You've been staring at me for a while. I thought maybe something was wrong." Marionette shook his head, turning the pad around and showing it to him. He couldn't help but be shocked by the hurriedly sketched drawing scrawled across the page. "You...drew me?" The boy nodded, turning the pad back to look down at the page. "Wow...it's really good." Marionette looked up at him before setting his pencil down and tearing the page out. "Woah! What're you doing?" The human male just held out the page, other hand clutching the book to his chest. Those dark eyes glittered with what Bonnie could only suspect was pride. He took the picture, smiling. "Thanks."
When the bell rang he watched Marionette slip out the door without a problem. Bonnie smiled once more, slipping the picture into his folder and walking off to his next class. Chica met up with him half way there, a grin on her face. "Ready for the English free write today?" She asked. He simply nodded and smiled, content for the first time in a long while.
"Might I inquire as to what you're doing?" Bonnie looked up from his spot on the bed, seeing Freddy looking over his shoulder from his position on his belly. He flushed and hid the page from view, ducking his head down in embarrassment.
"Nothing," he said, "just something I wrote in English class today." Freddy sat next to him and Bonnie scooted over to give the bear more room.
"I'm sure it's wonderful," Freddy commented, "but why be so secretive about it?" Bonnie mumbled a reply and Freddy looked down at him. "I'm sorry?"
"It's nothing really," Bonnie replied hurriedly, slipping off the bed and jamming the page into his pocket, still blushing. "Anyway uh...what have you been up to?" Freddy raised a brow at the sudden subject change and sighed.
"Nothing much," he stated, "My parents have been on my case lately." Bonnie cocked his head, sitting down by the bear again.
"About what?" he asked, leaning back against the wall, "ah, if you don't mind telling me that is." Freddy chuckled, shaking his head.
"It doesn't bother me," he said, "you're always welcome to ask. As for my parents they seem to have a deranged notion that I somehow control my brother."
"Fletcher?" he asked. Freddy nodded.
"They were never happy that Fletcher turned out the way he is," Freddy said, "in fact they along with most of our family have nearly disowned him."
"But not you," Bonnie said.
"Fletcher is a little...uncouth and stubborn at times but he's still my brother. In a way I understand why he wants to separate himself from our parents. They are a bit demanding at times and I must say that I admire his ability to be his own person. The way he goes about it isn't completely right but at least he's finding himself and it seems he's content." They sat in silence for a bit until Bonnie heard his phone go off. He winced and grabbed it, answering immediately.
"Bon-Bon!" Chica shrieked, "Is Freddy or Foxy with you?"
"Freddy is but Foxy's probably out on the track," he replied, glancing at the bear, "but what did you need? I mean if you're planning another shopping spree then you'll have to-"
"I don't always just shop Bonnie," Chica said in an offended tone, "I found out that their birthday is tomorrow. I wanted to plan a party for them but I need those two to be kept occupied for today so I can get everything ready."
"What does that have to do with us?"
"I need you to go keep Foxy occupied," Chica instructed, "and tell Freddy to go keep Mangle entertained for a bit. After all I don't think Foxy is too fond of him."
"All right fine," Bonnie replied, "Just don't go overboard."
"No promises. I'll let you two know when they can head back. Oh! And leave your door unlocked Bonnie! See ya!" The phone clicked and he shook his head.
"Chica again?" Freddy asked. Bonnie nodded.
"She wants you to go find Mangle and keep her occupied," He said, slipping the phone into his pocket and pulling on his sweatshirt.
"What about you?" Freddy asked.
"I'm gonna go find Foxy," he said, "he should be fairly easy to keep an eye on. He'll likely be running laps until Chica's done with whatever she's planning."
"What exactly is the need to keep those two under such a watchful eye?" Freddy asked, picking up his own jacket and sliding it on.
"Their brthday is tomorrow." The bear blinked.
"Well then. We'd better do our jobs then but..." he trailed off and Bonnie looked back.
"What?"
"Maybe I should go keep Foxy occupied while you find Mangle," the bear replied. Bonnie shot him a look as if he were crazy.
"You're joking right?" Bonnie asked. Freddy shook his head. "You do realize that Foxy doesn't exactly seem to be very fond of you don't you?" A nod this time.
"This could be a pleasant...bonding moment," Freddy said, "I think I can win him over if I associate with him a bit more. Besides I'm sure Mangle would be interested to see you,"
"Uh sure," Bonnie said, "you go find Foxy then." Freddy nodded and was gone before the rabbit could say anything else. He shook his head. "He's a weird one," Bonnie said, "That much I'm sure of." He stepped out of the room, ensuring the door was unlocked before retreating to find Mangle.
Foxy looked up from his seated position on the grass at the sound of his name. Freddy approached him slowly, as if worried he'd snap at him. Foxy shut his eyes and took another swig of water, trying to ignore the elder.
"Bonnie figured you would be out here," Freddy said as he got close enough, "Though I suppose you're always out here."
"You know," Foxy said, "the only weird thing about this is the fact that the elder Fazbear is out on the track. I expect your brother, not you." He opened his eyes and looked towards the bear. "What do you want."
"I simply figured I could get to know you better," Freddy said. Foxy gave an amused snort, turning his gaze off to some random point in the distance. Freddy shifted slightly before sitting beside him. "I don't understand what is so amusing about that."
"I know your family Fazbear," Foxy replied, "they don't associate outside of their social group." Gold eyes locked with blue, cold and guarded. "What the hell are you trying to accomplish. Trying to rebel against your parents or something? If so, go mess with someone else."
"I think you've misunderstood my motives," Freddy said calmly.
"I don't give a shit about your motives," Foxy said, standing and setting the bottle down, "just do us a favor and go fuck with someone else." Freddy sat silently as the fox resumed his laps. Freddy watched him do so.
'I've never understood why people actually enjoy running in circles,' he thought, eyes following the russet form as Foxy went, 'then again, perhaps this is what he meant. In this aspect me and my brother share an opinion. Though I'm a bit less crass than Fletcher.' He continued to watch the fox before sighing and lying his head on his hand. 'I certainly hope Bonnie is having a better time.'
Bonnie jumped as a resounding thump echoed through the room. He looked towards the center of the training room, watching as Mangle stood from where she had apparently drove some poor anthro into the matted floor. She gave a sharp grin as she saw him. "What's up Bonnie?" She asked, grabbing her bag and approaching.
"Nothing really," he said, "I just figured that I've been getting to know your brother and Freddy better and I should get to know you better too."
"Well then," she said, "let's go hang somewhere and chat I guess." She laughed and he relaxed slightly. "See you later Razor!" she called back to the anthro still lying on the floor. He winced and nodded, still too dazed to get up.
'Remind me not to ever get on her bad side,' Bonnie thought before Mangle grabbed his arm and pulled him from the building.
One thing he quickly learned about the two foxes was that neither gave an explanation as to where they were going. Therefore he was unrelentingly dragged behind Mangle until they reached her destination. They were up on a hill covered with trees and overlooking part of the campus. It was, too say the least, beautiful and serene. Mangle sat, clearly relaxed as her tail flicked behind her. "It's so pretty up here," he commented, sitting beside her.
"Yep," she replied, tilting her head back, "It's nice to just get away for a while. Usually I come up here with my brother but I guess you're my company today." She grinned at him, showing that t wasn't meant as an insult. He smiled back. "So what'd you want to know about me?" she asked, "I didn't really think there was much to tell." Bonnie mulled over his thoughts, trying to think of something to ask without seeming too personal.
"You and your brother are really close," he commented eventually. Mangle bobbed her head.
"Yeah," she said, "we're all we really have I guess. Our parents certainly never had enough time for us, that's for sure." He looked at her, slightly shocked.
'I guess I never thought that parents never had time for their own kids,' he thought before looking down at his legs, 'After all, mine and Chica's parents are always around. If we weren't at one of our houses it was the other.' He looked back at Mangle, swallowing. "Was it because of work or something?" he asked carefully. 'There has to be a reason...right?' As if to prove him wrong Mangle shook her head.
"Dad never wanted kids," she explained, "but mom was excited when she first found out she was pregnant so he stayed with her. They made the decision not to learn what they had until the delivery, so the fact that they had twins came as a bit of a shock. I think our mom almost resented the fact that Foxy existed because he was the younger of us. As for me...well our mom adored me. She was always trying to fuss over me even though dad said that kids needed to be raised with a firm hand. He expected me to be the perfectly behave little girl who would grow up to play housewife to some guy."
"That sounds rough," Bonnie said, eyes flattening slightly. Mangle only shrugged.
"Foxy had it worse," she said, "dad could only be so strict on me because of mom, but Foxy was forced to shoulder the brunt of dad's annoyance. He was expected to be the perfect little jock boy that dad was in high school, so it was no shock that he wasn't thrilled with Foxy's decision to do track. He hates sports but...running has always been a relaxing thing for him. He never needed to get attached to teammates or anything like that." She looked at the sky, sighing. "We've only had eachother to count on. When we got older mom stop caring about us and dad grew more ruthless. I was expected to have a social life so I could get away but he ended up getting yelled at for nothing. Hell he was barely allowed to talk most times."
"I'm sorry," Bonnie said, feeling guilty for his own life. He hadn't appreciated his own lifestyle enough.
"Don't be," Mangle said, "at least it never went so far as physical abuse. Dad wasn't that cruel."
'So that's why he's so withdrawn,' Bonnie thought. His thoughts got cut off by Mangle standing.
"You know what," she said, looking down at him with mischievous golden eyes.
"What?" he asked. She grinned and grabbed his arm, hauling him to his feet.
"I think it's time to get my brother to trust again," she said, "and you, Chica, and Freddy may be just the people to do it."
So, we see a bit more of the Marionette and get to hear a bit about the twins. How am I doing you guys? Are you enjoying this so far? I hope so, cause it is so fun to write!
Another thing is that I see you guys are back and forth about possible pairings. Good. I'm doing my job right then. You'll find out as the story progresses. I was warned by someone that people might stop reading when the pairings get made obvious because they aren't the ones they want. All I can say is that I have faith in you guys. I hope you'll keep reading even if the pairings aren't the ones you hoped for but that's your choice. I respect the choices of my readers and I don't want you guys reading something you don't like.
So, I'm gonna post chapter 6 right after this. See ya soon everyone!