The first set of extras. The extras are usually short. There will be exceptions, but more often than not these things won't exceed 2,000 words all together.

-Extras I-

3 Days Ago

There wasn't much he wanted to take with him. Just enough clothes to last a week before needing to be washed, his sketchbooks, and his school supplies. Therefore, he was finished packing in only thirty minutes, his single suitcase able to fit everything with ease.

Well, everything but the sketchbooks, but he could simply toss those in the backseat of his car.

The rabbit sat down on his bed to stare silently at the wall. He was about to head back to school once again. He didn't dislike school, of course, but it was always strange being surrounded by people instead of the solitary silence of his own home. He would start the long drive the next morning, so he really needed to take care of everything in his home before heading out...

The rabbit got to his feet and began walking towards the door, but he paused and turned to look in a mirror.

For as long as he could remember, he had had those scars. He wasn't bothered by them anymore. They had earned him what his parents called a "mean nickname," but he didn't really care. It wasn't his scars he was looking at in the mirror anyway- those were so normal to him, he hardly noticed them anymore.

Sometimes he looked in the mirror just to remind himself that he was alive. It sometimes surprised him how easy it was to forget that, to forget that he was still breathing and thinking. He blamed it on the house. It was so quiet...

But this time, something in the background caught his eye.

It was a guitar. Green and black with gold writing, sitting on its stand. Realistically, he knew he shouldn't have it on display. He rarely ever played it anymore... more often than he played the piano or drumset- which was never, since he wasn't exactly sure how- but still so rare that there was really no point in keeping it out like that...

He stared at the guitar's reflection for what felt like several minutes before heaving a sigh and turning around, grabbing the case from under his bed. He knew he shouldn't take it- there was absolutely no reason to- but for some reason he just couldn't leave it.

"It's just a repeat of last year," he commented to himself as he opened his case and set the guitar inside. "I never use it but I just can't leave it behind..."

It was about eleven when Foxy returned to his room after he and the gang bar Goldie went to eat some dinner. He half expected the lights to be out, but to his surprise his new roommate Mike was still awake and looking out the window. Mike turned to look at the door as Foxy walked in the room.

Foxy grinned a bit at the brunette. "Hey," he greeted with a wave. "My name's Aiden Fox, but everyone calls me Foxy so you can too."

Mike picked a notebook up and began to write something down. Foxy's grin fell and he furrowed his brow. 'Did he just brush me off? Rude. Why I oughta-'

However, before Foxy could start saying anything, Mike turned the notebook around so Foxy could see what was written. Hi. I'm Mike. I'm sorry but talking is difficult for me. Foxy blinked, quickly realizing he wasn't being brushed off but that the human simply couldn't speak verbally to him.

"Oh... do you have an impediment or something?" Foxy asked, watching as the human wrote something else down.

No. I just find it hard to speak. I can, but I can't. Father says it's selective mutism.

So mute. Not born mute, but he's a mute. Foxy grinned a bit at him, though sure to look friendly and not like he was amused. He definitely wasn't amused- some part of him was very sure that selective mutism was usually caused by some sort of emotional or psychological trauma, though he was no doctor. "That's fine, the rest of my friends talk too much as it is," he jokes, sitting down on his own bed across from Mike. Mike smiles at him, and Foxy was sure he was laughing though he made no sound. "So Mike, huh?" Mike nodded. "What program are you in?"

Mike reached over to his desk and grabbed a thin book to show him. The book was white with lines going across it horizontally, grouped together in fives. The treble clefts at the left and the music notes- mostly quarters and eighths with a half or whole thrown in now and then- made it obvious is was a music staff and that the book was a music book.

"You and almost everyone I know," Foxy chuckled. "Which section? I'm assuming you're not in the vocal music section..." he grinned a bit at the flat look Mike gave him. Mike picked the notebook up again to write his response.

I write music and play some instruments.

"Ooh, a composer! Always handy to have one of those around," Foxy chuckled. "How do you usually communicate, Mike? I seriously doubt you run around carrying a notebook everywhere you go." Mike rolled his eyes and set his notebook down, using his hands instead. Foxy stared blankly at him. "... Sign language?" Mike nodded, looking amused. "Well damn, I don't know sign language." Mike picked the notebook back up.

I didn't expect you to, don't worry.

Foxy hummed a bit in thought. "You're pretty cool, Mike," he decided. "You should meet Freddy and Bonnie."

It's almost midnight, Foxy.

"Well then tomorrow," Foxy amended, and Mike shrugged slightly. "Well then, I'm gonna get a shower," he told the human and stood up. "Goodnight, Mike!"

Mike waved a bit, foregoing the use of "goodnight" in sign language. Foxy wouldn't understand it anyway.

When Mike wandered out of the bedroom the next day, Foxy, Freddy, and Bonnie were on the couches with two other bears. Mike figured they were relatives of his bear roommate. Foxy was the one who spotted Mike and gestured him over.

"Good morning, Mike," he greeted with a grin. Mike waved and looked at the others. "Mike, these are my friends, Boone Hare-"

"Please call me Bonnie..."

"And Frederick, Freddy, and Alfred Fazbear," Foxy introduced with a grin. Mike, deciding to be cheeky, signed something to them.

To his surprise, Freddy lifted his own hands and signed something right back. Foxy stared at Freddy incredulously.

"Freddy... I've known you for how many years and you never mentioned you know sign language?" Foxy demanded, much to the others' amusement.

"Relax," Freddy chuckled. "It just never seemed important. Also, Mike said it was a pleasure to meet us."

Foxy was pouting a bit at Freddy. Bonnie, however, smiled kindly at Mike and said, "Right back at'cha, Mike. Hey Freddy, I wanna know sign language. Teach me?" he grinned at his best friend, who rolled his eyes.

"Sure. It'd definitely make talking with Mike easier. Is Mike short for anything?" Mike shook his head in response. "Alright then."

Freddy was sitting on his bed around noon, reading a book, when he felt a weight land on the bed next to him. He looked up to see Bonnie tuning his guitar. The rabbit flashed a grin at him.

"Hey Freddy, let's sing something," Bonnie said to him. Freddy sighed overdramatically but slid a bookmark in place and set his book aside.

"Like what, Bonnie?" he asked with a small smile.

"That one from high school?" the rabbit suggested with a shrug.

"Which one? The one about victory or the one about going insane?"

"The one that makes no damn sense."

"Oh, that one. Fine, if you insist," Freddy laughed, and Bonnie began playing his guitar. The bear hummed along before beginning to sing, harmonizing with Bonnie's softer, lighter voice easily enough

It really was a fun song to sing, Freddy mused. Something about holidays and pudding and parties and dressing up... and a cup. And something about ginger ale. And a pony. It took all their professionalism, which honestly they didn't have much of, to keep from breaking off into laughter. The moment the song ended, however, their resolve faded and their grins turned into outright laughter, much like it had the very first time they had successfully gotten through the song in class.

Something, however, was different. Freddy suddenly felt very warm. He was very aware of the pressure on his shoulder and side where Bonnie was leaning against him for support as they laughed... it wasn't the first time they found themselves so close, but never had Freddy been so... aware of it. It actually felt rather... nice.

Quickly Freddy shoved these thoughts from his mind. "We should sing the parody," he suggested through his chuckles and Bonnie grinned at him.

"Not sure I can sing that one without dying, Freddy," Bonnie informed him, but he began playing the song again anyway.

Freddy laughed and sang with him, sometimes having to break off to try and stifle his own laughter.

In the back of his mind, though, the bear was trying to figure out what was going on with him. He was suddenly hyper aware of just how close he and Bonnie were sitting, how Bonnie's shoulder would sometimes brush against his... He didn't understand why he was only now noticing the warmth. Throughout their school years he'd had "sleepovers" with Bonnie along with Foxy and his brothers. They used to squish together on one couch when they were still small enough, hip to hip and shoulder to shoulder, to play videogames. And in high school they still did the same, just not all of them...

But never before had Freddy felt this way. It was a new sensation... and he hated to admit that he didn't entirely dislike it.

He ignored them, though. Bonnie was his best friend. Bonnie was his best male friend. Bonnie was his best male friend who was in a relationship with a mutual close friend. He couldn't think that way. Shouldn't feel that way. Shouldn't notice these things.

It was wrong.