Hey there everyone! Sorry this took so long I had some house cleaning to do and I was getting to know the person who's gonna be my college roommate. So, sorry for the wait but here you guys go!
"Woah...this is your house?!"
"Yes, now don't freak out over it." Bonnie bobbed his head, unable to stare at the giant building in front of him.
"Okay, okay I won't. But jeez, I knew your family had money but this is like a mansion or something."
"It's not something I prefer to flaunt. Now come on, we should go in." Bonnie grinned and Freddy just took his hand, pulling him inside. Bonnie's amazement didn't leave him as they entered the building, greeted by a human maid. Freddy sighed, pulling Bonnie along until they reached the main room.
"Fredrick," came a voice, "you're home." A female anthropomorphic bear approached them, wrapping her arms around Freddy. She was dressed in an expensive looking dress to match her blue eyes, a diamond necklace adorning her neck.
"Mother," Freddy replied, releasing Bonnie's hand to hug her back. She pulled away, looking at Bonnie.
"This must be the boy you told us about," she said. She hugged him, making him a bit unsure of what to do. At Freddy's silent stare he hugged her back, trying not to blush. She pulled back, paws on his shoulders. "I've been very excited to meet you."
"I'm glad to meet you too Mrs. Fazbear," he said. She laughed, smiling.
"Please, call me Frelia," she said, "Now please, sit while I go find my husband. He wishes to meet you as well." She exited as well, humming to herself. Freddy sat on the ornate couch in the room, motioning for Bonnie to sit beside him.
"Don't worry," Freddy murmured softly, "You'll do fine." Bonnie nodded, looking at his lap. Suddenly he felt self-conscious in his normal attire.
'Well Freddy said it'd be fine,' Bonnie thought, 'And his mother didn't seem to mind, so I guess it's okay. But what if-' He broke from his thoughts as Freddy wrapped an arm around his shoulders.
"You think too much," he said teasingly. Bonnie smiled, relaxing towards him.
"Well, well. I'm shocked your brought your boyfriend to this nightmare house." Bonnie looked back to see Fletcher, leaning against the door frame.
"Fletcher," Frelia chastised as she she chose that moment to return, a male anthro bear behind her, "Sit yourself down and watch your language. That is no way to speak with a guest in the house." Fletcher strode over, plopping down beside Bonnie none to graciously.
"Whatever," he said, "It's not like I don't know him from school. More likely your politeness is gonna scare him off."
"Fletcher," the male who'd entered said roughly, "do not speak in such a way to your mother." Fletcher shrugged, silent. "I apologize for my son's uncouth mouth. My name is Fredrick P. Fazbear II, the father of these two." Fredrick held out his paw and Bonnie shook it.
"It's nice to meet you sir," he said. Fredrick gave a nod of what seemed like approval and sat on the sofa across from them beside his wife.
"So you two," Frelia said, her warm smile in place, "how did you two meet?"
"I told you mother," Freddy said, "we're roommates."
"It must have slipped my mind then," she replied.
"How old are you boy?" Fredrick asked. Bonnie cocked his head.
"Seventeen," he replied, "I'm in the grade below Freddy."
"How about college?" Frelia asked, "Any decisions yet?"
"Mother," Freddy said, almost nervous. He was ignored so Bonnie shifted a bit.
"I was thinking of going to Oakley University," he replied, "as long as I get in of course."
"Oakely," Fredrick said, a thoughtful look on his face, "A fine school. What major?"
"I uh...I don't know yet," he admitted.
"You don't know? Surely you have some idea."
"I um...I might do something with music but-"
"Fredrick," Freddy's father said.
"I go by Freddy father," he said as if it was the millionth time he'd reminded the elder bear. As it was his father seemed unfazed by the statement.
"I'm afraid you'll need to sever ties with this boy," Fredrick stated. Bonnie jolted slightly, shocked.
"But, Father-"
"Surely you didn't expect me to allow this foolish relationship," Fredrick said, "especially with a commoner such as this."
"I told him this was a bad idea," Fletcher muttered beside him, "but he always listens to our parents like the golden boy he is."
'Always?' he thought, looking down at his lap, 'does that mean...he'll listen to them this time too?' He shifted, listening to the conversation around him.
"Honey," Frelia said, "You must understand. We're only looking out for your future."
"No need to sugarcoat it dear," Fredrick said, "Clearly our son is so blind with infatuation that he's blind to what is needed."
"Father," Freddy said, "I know what I need. Having a relationship doesn't alter my plans for the future."
"As true as that may be," Fredrick said, "his blue eyes suddenly frigid, "you cannot expect to create a good future for yourself with a boy such as this."
"What do you mean," Freddy said. By his posture it was easy to tell he was tense. Yet his voice was calm and collected, contained as it always was.
"Clearly he is not right for you," Fredrick said, "We did not raise you for perfection only to be dragged down by this...pop star wannabe." Bonnie felt himself tremble.
'This is bad,' he thought, 'This is worse than I could have thought. They hate me. And if Freddy listens to them...' He glanced at the bear beside him. 'Was this why he wanted to wait before telling the others? He wanted to check that his parents would accept it first so that if they didn't no one would know? Then...' He fought furiously to keep tears from welling up in his eyes. He caught Fletcher glance at him before the youngest gave an annoyed sounding snort.
"This is pathetic," Fletcher stated.
"Fletcher!" Frelia chastised.
"What?" he retorted, "we all know how this is gonna go. You two will drive Bonnie here away because he doesn't fit into your vision of perfection and then act like you had nothing to do with it, and Freddy will just sit here like the obedient son he is."
"No!" All of them, minus Fletcher, jumped at the sudden reaction. Freddy was standing, head bent and hands pressed tight to the table separating them from Freddy and Fletcher's parents. Bonnie stared at him. Never had Freddy shouted, let alone slammed his hands on a table like that. His parents looked shocked as well.
"Fredrick," his mother began. He never let her finish.
"No," he repeated, "I go along blindly with everything you say because I've never none anything else, and because I saw no reason to fight. Fletcher fought, and look where he's gotten himself. This time however, I'm not just going to stand back and agree. I refuse to ask your permission this time."
"Son, you're overreacting," Frelia said, "You're just confused-"
"I am not!" he snapped, anger making his eyes burn, "For once, I'm going to think of my own happiness, not yours. So what if he's a little unsure of himself. He'll figure out who is on the way. That's the whole point of life."
"This is unnecessary," Fredrick said.
"For once I actually agree," Fletcher mused, "you two have no power over him anymore. He's eighteen and, by law, out of your reach. For once he found the balls to stand up for himself."
"Don't act like you give a shit," Freddy said. Fletcher's eyes widened at his brother before he shrugged and stood.
"Fine," he said, "I know when I'm no longer wanted." He walked out without another word, the front door signaling his exit. Fredrick stood and Freddy straightened, the pair locked in a glaring match.
"You will not see this boy again," Fredrick stated, "do I make myself clear?"
"Like hell I won't," Freddy growled, "I will see whoever I damn well please."
"You," Fredrick said, suddenly focusing on Bonnie. The rabbit stood abruptly on instinct, his flight response buzzing in his brain. "Clearly you've corrupted my son. I want you out of my house!" Bonnie bolted without another word. He heard Freddy call after him but just kept running, unable to stop even when his lungs burned and his legs screamed for him to stop.
'This is the second time I've run like this because of Freddy,' he mused, 'not that I mind.' He was jolted from his thoughts when he slammed into someone. He stumbled back, falling onto his butt.
"This is the second time you've run into me," a voice growled. Someone heaved him off the ground. "And I don't much care for your constant recklessness."
'Second time? When did I-' He blinked as it came back to him.
He slammed into a larger form, bouncing back slightly.
"Watch it," the person growled. He sputtered out an apology and continued running.
"O-oh!" he stammered, "s-sorry."
"Your sorry ain't gonna cut it."
'Well shit,' he thought, 'I'm so screwed.'
There you go guys. I'm done taking suggestions for OC's and you'll find out which ones I'll be using in the next chapter. Until next time.