Hey there guys! I told you I'd be back. Anyway, I'm not gonna yap. Just read and enjoy.
"Freddy?" Bonnie asked as he knelt over the bear, "You okay?" Freddy nodded, still gasping for air from his position on the grass. He looked at Mangle, eyes dazed.
"You're brother is trying to kill me," he commented. She laughed, looking up. Foxy was still running laps.
'He has no end of energy does he,' Bonnie thought, shaking his head. "What did he do?"
"He thought it'd be a great idea for me to run with him," Freddy said, sitting up and huffing, "something about showing that I'm not like my brother or something." Bonnie snickered and Mangle laughed harder, tail twitching behind her.
"Foxy!" she called out, "take a chill pill before you fall over dead!" Foxy rolled his eyes but jogged over to him. He was breathing heavily but otherwise fine. Bonnie blushed slightly when he noticed that Foxy wasn't wearing a shirt. "One of these days you're gonna run yourself to death."
"Doubtful," he stated, "I know my limits."
"Excuse me if I repeat but doubtful." He rolled his eyes and she laughed. "Besides, you nearly killed Freddy here."
"It's not like he had to run till his lungs nearly gave out," Foxy commented with a shrug, "I told him to take his shirt off cause it'd be more comfortable but he wouldn't. That's not my fault." Mangle sighed and playfully whacked her twin. He gave her a toothy grin.
"You were trying to actually kill him weren't you," she teased. Foxy rolled his eyes.
"I don't feel like going to prison for that. Not worth it." The two laughed a bit as Bonnie sat beside Freddy, just glad Foxy looked actually happy for once. He nearly yelped when Freddy slumped against him.
"I apologize," the bear said, eyes closed gently, "I'm just a bit tired."
"Don't apologize," Bonnie said, "You're fine." Freddy gave a hum to show he'd been heard before going silent. Bonnie gave a small smile at the look of peace on Freddy's face before a bundle of fur hit the dirt in front of him. He did yelp that time, Freddy lifting his head to see what was going on.
"Sis," Foxy protested, squirming in the white fox's hold, "let go already!"
"No way little brother," she said, pinning him to the ground, "I quite enjoy showing my superior strength."
"I could outrun you in a moment!" He goaded. She grinned, lying on him. He groaned. "You're heavy sis."
"I take offense to that!" She said, "You're just unable to hold any weight." Foxy rolled his eyes, twisting around to face her. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Oh, no reason." Mangle let loose a shriek of laughter, squirming as he brother got the upper hand. "You know, you're ticklish sis."
"Shut up," she said though her laughs. Bonnie couldn't help but laugh as well. The scene was certainly a strange one.
"Well, well. What's going on here?" A voice said.
"Looks like some pups are rolling around in the dirt," another replied. Foxy froze, all semblance of the relaxed teen he was a few moments ago disappearing. He sat up, Mangle leaning up to look past him. Bonnie turned his head, spotting two people he was in no mood to see at that moment. Chelsea and Brendan.
"You know Chelsea," Brendan said, a malicious smirk on his face, "don't you find it a bit inappropriate how they all but grope each other in public?" She looked about to answer when Mangle cut in with a snort.
"You probably wish you were in my spot right now," Mangle stated. Foxy's expression morphed into one of disgust while Brendan flushed, anger sparking in his eyes.
"How dare you!" he snapped, turning his head away and shutting his eyes, "like I'd want that mangy mutt to touch me."
"The feeling's mutual girly," Foxy commented. Brendan growled lightly. Bonnie had never noticed it before...but Brendan certainly did have a feminine form.
"Watch your mouth mutt," he hissed. Foxy rolled off of his sister, crossing his arms.
"Or what?" the fox challenged, "I could kick your ass and you know it." He huffed, looking away. "Where's your little bodyguard? He on holiday?"
"Shut up fox," Brendan hissed. Foxy ignored him.
"Well then," Chelsea said, "now that that's out of the way, we didn't come to fight."
"Oh really," Mangle said sarcastically, "I totally understood your intentions." Chelsea rolled her eyes, clearly biting her tongue.
"Whatever," she said.
"What do you want Chelsea?" Freddy asked, clearly too tired to really focus on her. He'd slumped back onto Bonnie's shoulder, eyes shut again. Chelsea looked annoyed at this.
"Nothing really," she said, "I just wanted to see if you'd come to the cheer competition next week. We plan to take home the gold this year."
"Chelsea," Freddy said with a sigh, "when have I ever gone to a cheer event? They simply don't interest me."
"Besides," Mangle cut in, "like he has time for that. Foxy's got a race the same day, at the same time. Right Foxy?" Foxy stared at her in confusion.
"Well yeah but-"
"So there. You see?" Chelsea huffed brushing some feathers away from her face.
"He never said he was going you know," she said, "he doesn't look too interested in that either."
"I have no energy to have an interest in anything right now," Freddy muttered, soft enough that only Bonnie heard.
"What? Like he's more likely to come to your stupid cheer competition?" Mangle sneered, "get a clue. He's not interested in you." Chelsea flushed and Freddy opened his eyes. He looked confused, as if the idea that Chelsea might like him had never crossed his mind before.
'Probably never did,' Bonnie mused.
"Shut up!" Chelsea snapped, "What, you think he wants you?" Mangle snorted.
"Trust me," she said, "not interested."
"Okay," Freddy said, standing before things got too out of hand, "listen Chelsea, I'll have to decline your offer. I am going to Foxy's race as a matter of fact."
"You are?" She asked, eyes blinking.
"You are?" Foxy echoed. Freddy nodded.
"I am," Freddy said, "now Chelsea, I'm a tad bit tired. If you don't mind I'd like to relax with my friends now. Perhaps I'll come to one at a later date." She stared at him, cheeks still flushed red under her feathers.
"S-sure," she said, "C'mon Brendan."
"Wait," he said, following her, "we're just leaving?" Chelsea only nodded, hurrying away.
"Please tell me you aren't actually going to go to one of those cheer competitions," Mangle said, "I'd rather hang myself."
"I don't plan on going," Freddy said, "I'm simply a bit tired at the moment and wanted to get rid of her in a decent fashion." Bonnie felt his phone buzz and glanced down.
Chica: Hey, everything's ready. Bring them back here!
He sighed and slid the phone away, seeing the annoyed look on both Foxy and Mangle's faces. Even Freddy look frustrated. "Hey guys," he said with a small smile, "Chica just texted me and said we should all hang out. She's waiting in the dorm."
"Why the dorm?" Mangle asked.
"Probably so we don't have to deal with anymore nuisances," he stated. Mangle nodded like that was understandable and stood.
"Let's go then."
Thankfully the moods of their group calmed as they headed back to the dorms. As they headed towards Chica and Mangle's room they chatted about random things. Eventually Bonnie smiled, relieved. 'Let's hope the rest of the day goes better,' he thought. They hurried to the dorm room, Mangle arguing with her brother about something he wasn't sure about. Freddy nudged his arm, a small smile on his face.
"Hopefully this goes well," the bear said softly. Bonnie nodded, a small smile on his face.
They reached Chica and Mangle's room and Bonnie moved aside so the white fox could open the door. Chica jumped on her the moment they entered, grinning. "Happy Birthday you two!" She chirped before hugging Foxy. "Well I suppose they aren't until tomorrow...but I figured why wait!" Both foxes were tense, staring at the newly decorated room with unknown looks. Bonnie cocked his head and then noticed something that annoyed him.
"Chica," he said, "Why is my guitar in here?" She bit her lip, looking a bit bashful.
"Um," she began, "so you can play?"
"Chica, no."
"Oh come on! Just one song Bon Bon!" He sighed.
"No Chica," she said. She pouted.
"Well that part of my plan failed," She muttered before pausing, violet eyes locking on the annoyed golden counterparts. "You okay Foxy? You don't look very happy."
"I'm fine," he muttered, "thanks for this but I should get back to the track." He was gone before they could reply and Mangle only sighed.
"Birthdays are a bit of a sore spot," she said.
'That's right,' Bonnie thought, recalling their earlier conversation, 'He wasn't ever really cared about by his parents.'
"Now I feel bad," Chica said before brightening, headed for the door.
"Where are you going?" Bonnie asked.
"I'm gonna go cheer up our little fox," she chirped, "enjoy the party you three!" She slipped away, door clicking shut. Bonnie shook his head, unable to stop the smile on his face.
"Now what?" Mangle asked, looking between the two of them.
"Well," Freddy said slowly, "perhaps Bonnie would be willing to play a song after all." Crimson eyes widened.
"No way!" He shouted, face heating. The pair chuckled, eying him dangerously. He swallowed. 'What have I gotten myself into...?'
"I thought I'd fine you out here." Foxy looked up, seeing Chica approach him. She sat beside him, her hands resting on crossed legs. "I'm sorry about the party back there. I just get so excited about stuff like that." Foxy shrugged.
"It doesn't matter," he said, "it's not like you knew we weren't a big fan of our birthday." Chica hummed and scooted closer, leaning back to look up at the clouds.
"Still," she said, "I'm sorry for just springing it on you. I should have realized that not everyone wants a big celebration. Some people just want to be left alone on days like this."
"Who are you talking about?" Foxy asked, looking at the girl beside him, "surely not yourself I assume." She shook her head.
"Nah," she said, "I love my birthday. Bonnie on the other hand doesn't. He prefers to just chill with me and his guitar. Then he's happy." She leaned against Foxy's shoulder. "He's like my little brother," she stated, "and I just want to make sure he's happy." She squeaked when he ruffled the feathers on her head, a small smile in place.
"You're a good person Chica," he said softly. She smiled and hummed, focusing her gaze on the sky again.
"Thanks," She said, "so are you."
"I wouldn't say that."
"I would," Chica said, "you try to keep that stone cold attitude all the time, but you're really a sweet guy at heart. You pretend you hate Freddy and push me and Bonnie away when all you're trying to do is keep yourself from getting hurt again. You run laps out here because it cools you off, puts you in your element. Trust me, I get it. You just have to be yourself, cause trying to do anything else is just gonna make you unhappy. And I don't like seeing my friends unhappy." Foxy stared off at the sky for a few moments before a small, almost sad smile graced his normally frozen features.
"You know something," he said, "you might be right."
Oh Chelsea, will you ever learn. How is it guys? Trust me, I wanna hear your opinions because, while the actual plot won't change, there are certain things I can tailor to make you guys happy. So let me know what you think! Good? Bad? Want me to shut up? That last one's probably true. Anyway, I'll keep writing.
Until next time!