Phys. Ed. Fun
Salado Blue and Aemulus have to use the same gym. So naturally, the 2nd graders and 7th graders have a dodgeball match.
Bonnie's P.O.V.
What up Doc. Or Docs. I'm Bonnie Braden Cottontail. No, Bonnie is not just a girl's name. YES, my last name is Cottontail, and yes I mind you calling me "Carrotsticks"! Uh…heh anyway, I'm here to tell you about my class's phys. ed. class where we played dodgeball with the 7th graders! I don't know why though.
It was Monday, after Marionette's awesome sleepover happene-well, no, of course we didn't go, we weren't invited, but we did hang out before it! We watched funny videos. Anyway, we were back at school. I was sitting on the bus talking to Freddy, Chica and Foxy while the fifth graders talked in the back. Us four were discussing the correct way to make the perfect carrot cake. Chica said that you needed the correct amounts of everything and I stated that you require as many carrots as possible. Freddy said he didn't like carrots and I was quite shocked though I am admittedly overzealous about carrots sometimes. Anyway, we all arrived after listening to me freak out over Freddy's apparently carrot-disliking and headed to homeroom. I walked in and sat down before getting myself set up.
"Ma'am, it's weird enough you're making me tell you about a class, now you want me to tell you who's in my class?"
"OK, well, I guess I can then…?"
"It was: Freddy Fazbear (Bearns), Bonnie Cottontail (Haisse), Chica McEggson (Gallen y Pacheco), Fionn Fox, Fianna Fox, Emmet Pennington, Parker Glade, Sara Siraetius, Saffron Siraetius, Jacki Abbey Glade, Manora Mann, Ben Boyd, Aaron Sloane, Mike Schmidt, Jeremy Fitzgerald, Fritz Smith, Nicole Scott, Mary Schmidt, Marcus Schmidt, Sara Birch, Nymphaea Joy Fronz, Charlot Genji, Jirga Giorna, Mason Sollow and Rowan Cederlind."
Classes went as expected, boring as all ever and I fell asleep like three times. Then lunch came and I was out of there like Foxy when he was running from Toy Teddy, Toy Toby and Toy T.C. over the summer. And he runs FAST! But anyway, I left and ran to find the rest of my friends. They all were sitting at a table watching Freakshow Rock videos away from the teachers 'cause we can't have phones out during lunch...and only the older trio had phones. Thank Scott that the middle school is using our cafeteria for the month; the older trio have a comforting presence that we all enjoy.
"Oh, Freakshow Rock? They're a really cool YouTube channel made by a few kids in the school; I don't watch it but Evan and Jason work on it and Marionette joined them recently."
"What's up Docs?" I asked as I sat down and took out my lunchbox; it was a simple carrot sandwich and carrot smoothie because carrots are quite a sublime meal to enjoy. "Hey Bonnie. Check it out, you're on YouTube." Chica replied, handing over Marionette's phone with the video on it. In the video were the Freakshow Rock guys talking to me. I remembered that; they asked me how it was being an Animatronic and my favorite thing. I answered with a 20-minute spiel on carrots. It turns out that they had edited it into its own separate video with approximately ninety views. "Oh yeah. Did they do this to all of us?" I asked, handing back the phone.
Jason nodded. "They also recorded us chasing the bully…somehow. Honestly, I didn't remember seeing them there." Marionette added. "Comments on the video are constantly time-stamping it, and I think a few people made it a meme." Jason noted. I cringed slightly. "Is that a bad thing?" I queried.
"It's not the worst moment to become a small meme from that video, or other videos on the channel."
"What's the worst?"
"A few but there is one that everyone has seen."
"Really? What is it?"
"Go to "High School Never Ends Cover: Behind the Scenes" and jump to 6mins and 47sec." Jason answered. Marionette opened up the video and we watched. In the video Jason was helping Freakshow with the instruments and other equipment. Once it was packed up, he started walking off the stage and twirled on his heel to say goodbye, only to fall right off the stage. We burst into laughter, in fact, a classmate of Jason and Evan's walked over to ask what was so funny.
"Oh Scott, what's Jason gone an' done now?" Christian Kendor, the classmate, asked jokingly while watching the video. "He fell off the stage." I answered, smiling idiotically. Jason raised an eyebrow at me before continuing to draw on his books. He's not very expressive but he can give some really funny facial expressions. "Oh hey, what happened to the hairstyle that Marionette gave you?"
"While we were hanging out, Marionette did Jason's hair and put some of it into this really cool style. I don't know the name but it looked awesome."
"Vivian made me get rid of it. I tried to ask why and she beat me with the switch. Honestly, I think she was overreacting." Jason whispered to us, not looking up as he finished his drawing of what looked like a really screwed up stick figure, it's face was really just a huge scribble and it looked kind of creepy, with the only part of it that was drawn somewhat properly were the eyes, two different colors red and purple. "Why would she care about a weird hairstyle, it's not like you colored your hair again." I wondered. Jason stopped and stared at me. "Again?" He asked.
"Yeah, it's already colored silver." I replied casually. Jason just looked at me. "This is my natural hair color." He stated before going back to drawing whatever that thing was on his book cover. "Same for us; creepy." Christian said. "Yeah...I'd call a genetic anomaly; complete strangers who look so identical yet different."" Freddy noted. "Whatcha drawin'?" I asked, curious as ever. "Hallucinations." Jason said, holding up another notebook that was filled with creepy drawings. They were impressively drawn with pen and pencil, but they were incredibly disturbing. One was a pair of black beady eyes on a golden stuffed bear with what looked like human organs spilling out from the chest while the bear lay limp. "I'm OK." I grimaced, not wanting nightmares from this.
"Why did you draw them?"
Jason shrugged and said, "Something about this…um, swear word…being therapeutic according to Overclock."
Christian was impressed, deciding to flip through more pages until lunch ended. "Oh yeah. See you in phys. Ed. I don't promise that I will go easy on y'all 2nd graders." he smiled, before disappearing into the student bodies. Freddy seemed confused at what had just occurred. "Oh yeah, the second graders are having a dodgeball match today. So, see you there." Jason answered before taking off without another word.
Us clueless second graders just followed, unsure what to do; we hopped on over to the gym, where we met the 7th graders. I saw this girl, her name was "Misty Marie Rose" or "Misty Rose" as everyone called her, talking to Sarah about something.
"Oh, she's this really competitive girl who joined the school last year. Her uniform's a pair of white, furry cat ears. No, she's in 5th grade. No, I don't know why she was here. I heard that she was late and her class had gone out, so she was with us or something."
Anyway, when we all were ready and assembled, we met our gym teacher, who's…just as weird as us…or more. He's a tall guy, average height, super pale skin and wearing a clown getup…kind of. It was white shirt and pants with red sleeves and blue legs; he looks like a PaperPal, which fits since that's his name.
Uh, anyway, first, we divided ourselves into factions; no, we did this ourselves, he didn't make us. I don't know if he's allowed to. The factions aren't official, just something us kids do after school. Second, he separated us by grade and third he prayed to Scott Cawthon, our king of the gods and leader to send a sign that this was a great idea. He got a sign, in the form of falling over on his face. Apparently, that was a good thing. I don't know why.
"Hello children, my name is Mr. Pierre Alan or PaperPal as you all seem to call me. I am your coach and today we will be playing dodgeball. 2nd grade VS 7th grade in a game of best of five." He spoke. We cheered a little in excitement before he had us line up against the wall on our respective sides.
"Scared? Of course not! We were so excited to throw balls at the big kids!"
"Jason. Tie that hair up and help me get the balls and cones!" PaperPal yelled out, motioning at Jason to help him. He did as he was told and got out the stuff with Mr. PaperPal. "Alright. You all know the rules: if the ball hits you below the neck, then you're out. If your teammates catch a ball, then they can call a teammate back into the game. If the ball bounces and you catch it, it doesn't count, nor if the ball bounces and then hits you. Any questions?" PaperPal announced. There were none. "Alright then. 3, 2, 1, GO!"
And with that, we went mad for the balls; they were being thrown left, right, and everywhere. It was a mad dash and ridiculously hard to dodge everything and throw them back. On our side we were running back and forth catching and throwing every ball we could. We hit half of the 7th graders all together, but they got almost all of us in seconds all thanks to Misty.
She was yelling at everyone who couldn't keep up, caught every ball and dodged every ball we threw; I swear she was invincible. Jason was out and while waiting, he grabbed a spare ball and began playing hacky sack with it. He was doing incredibly well until Misty caught a ball and literally dragged him by the arm into the game.
"Well…once he was back in was when things got a little strange. He kept hitting something that wasn't there, knocking us out and whatever he thought was there. I think he was off his medicine again."
"Um…I don't know, but he was kind of off his medicine for a while that week. I think it was being changed at the time."
"Oh, well that's not important. No, it's really not. OK…I guess it is…kind of…anyway…"
Back to the game. We got wrecked in a battle of 2-10. But hey, when we won those two games it was really fun. Misty got mad at the 7th graders for being bad at the game, but she congratulated us. After the game, we did some track; Fionn won every race and Misty got mad. I came second. After phys. ed., we all headed back to class then left school and headed out to Chica's family bakery for a playdate. Which reminds me it's her turn now, so I'll get her. Well, that's my tale. Chica should be next so…That's all folks.
Author's Note
Edited text to be more correct to Bonnie's speech patterns. Also explained the hairstyle thing better.
