Bit of a slice of life chapter, the bots just being themselves in the daily life. can't be a fight for life and death all the time. I'll just end up breaking them.
Jeremy:*glares at me*
I am NOT apologizing!
to Shybunny87: thanks, I am glad you like this story.
to Toybonnie87 thank you, I hope you will enjoy the future chapters just as much.
for the rest of you lovely readers, enjoy the story.
A family wants to hold a birthday party for a young boy and his friends. It's nothing unusual for the residents of Freddy's, and like any other big party, they prepared food, space, and music for the birthday child. The only thing perhaps a bit out of the ordinary is that the birthday child's parents requested Foxy to be the star for the birthday party; as it turns out, the birthday boy's favorite animatronics is Foxy. Usually, people want Freddy as he is the one the whole company is named after, but the bear is more than happy letting his friends have the spotlight as that means he can focus more on doing his thing on the stage.
Foxy goes into a sort of frenzy in preparing his little stage, even going as far as considering dressing more up as a pirate. "You think I should wear some coat and maybe a hat? You know, to really show I am a pirate fox." He calls out to the stage, where Freddy and Bonnie are doing their routine check on the music.
"Oh for the love of—" Bonnie straightens up so fast that he hits his head against the reinforced table for Spring's keyboard, "Mother fucker!" he curses loudly in pain.
"Bonnie! Watch your language!" Freddy exclaims back as if it's an instinct for him.
Ignoring the miffed bear, Bonnie turns to Foxy, who, for some reason, thinks he has to dress more up like a pirate. "You have a hook, speak that drunken slur speech, and think you're not pirate enough?" Straightening up on his feet and pretending his holding a bottle, "Why not add a bottle of— whatever a thief on the water pour down their throat."
"They drank rum, and no, we're not adding that to the show." Freddy says, more than a little annoyed that Bonnie AGAIN has to pick on Foxy's interests. "If Foxy wants to add more to his show, let him."
"Yeah, it's not like I'm ruining your already smeared image," Foxy throws back and does a mock pose of a flirty woman. "I hear people still think you're a woman. Ye got too many curves there, matey!" He dodges a screwdriver the rabbit throws at him.
"What the hell did you just say, you mangy mutt?!" Bonnie sneers, the fur on his back and neck raised. "You wanna have I get down there and tan your hide?" He jumps off the stage, looking more than ready to do it. "Bet the kid won't like you as much without the pelt cover!"
Even though Bonnie towers over him, Foxy does not take one step back. Instead, he bares his teeth at the purple rabbit. "I dare you to try! You may end up like a real rabbit when it picks a fight with a fox!"
"Ha! Your bark is scarier than your itty bite!"
On the stage, Freddy is messaging his forehead, not even going to try to stop the two from throwing their egos around. "And this is why I want parties scheduled in good time." It's always like this. When a big party approaches, Bonnie and Foxy have this stupid habit of getting at each other's throats. He leaves the two to throw insults at one another and instead checks the systems for the music.
A splash makes Freddy turn around, and he is close to dropping to the floor, laughing at the scene of Spring having thrown a bucket of water over Bonnie and Foxy. Startling them to stop their argument. Though it only makes Bonnie turn his attention to the golden hair. "What the hell, Spring?!"
The hare has this mischievous smirk, though he tries (and fails) to look utterly innocent. "I thought you were about to combust with the fire you two spat at each other."
Foxy gets all embarrassed about it, while Bonnie is not that easily knocked down. "We weren't— Spring," Bonnie smiles, but it looks more like an angry dog sneer. "we were only having a bit of fun. So you don't have to interrupt by throwing a bloody bucket at our faces."
"Well, this was my fun, Mr. high and mighty." Spring grins, makes two finger guns, which makes Bonnie glare at him annoyed, and like a boss, Spring walks off.
He passes Scott, who stares at the two wet boys as if he got systems that just shut down. Then, the man starts laughing.
Freddy bites down his own amusement at the whole thing, though unable to stop himself from giving the two a slight jab. "Hey, drowned rabbit and wet dog, you both got a job to do." Both shoot him an annoyed stare at those names; Freddy returns it with a leveled look, and reluctantly, the two go back to whatever they were doing before their spitting match.
Having seen the whole thing from his spot, Mike walks over to the barely recovered Scott. "At least they didn't try to kill each other this time around." Scott remarks to him through some choking laughter. "I remember Bonnie and Foxy kept getting at each other throats in their former home. It often got so bad that Freddy and Chica had to separate them."
Mike does not like to be reminded of that other place, as he almost got killed by Freddy. Only pure luck saved him from getting stuffed by his best friend. Not that he's ever going to tell any of his friends about that, Mike knows it will destroy them, knowing they have caused so much pain. "Maybe it's a good thing they can't kill one another." If they could, then Mike would've been more worried about these heated arguments. "I always wondered how Daniel and Tim could tolerate one another back when we were kids, but I guess they simply learned to deal after being stuck in the same building for so many years."
"You might be right." Scott muses. He gives the two animatronics a quick look, both doing their own thing again and not trying to pick a fight; for now at least. Now that they are on the subject. "Speaking of the same building. How are things going with Soren and Hope? School treating them well?"
"Well, we have settled down really well in the new apartment. So far, it is spirit free." Mike replies and likes to think that the paint job serves its purpose. Didn't stop him from taping what the book said was warding runes on the windows and door. Just in case. As for school. "Hope sounds to be thriving at school; she has started to ask me if she can bring some from class to the apartment." He wouldn't mind, but the apartment still got the mess from moving. So Hope got to wait a bit longer before she can bring friends on a house visit.
"What about Soren?"
That is a bit tricky question, at least from what Mike has observed. "I think he is doing well enough; he does keep his time at school vague. I spoke with his teacher, and she told me that Soren does talk with the other students, but he barely hangs out with them." Mike likes to think that Soren is one of these children that needs time to figure out which kid he wants to be friends with, but something tells him that Soren is keeping his distance from the others because of his title as a Medium, or maybe it's because of what is hunting him and Hope. "I think he's still on high alert. Soren does from time to time deal with nightmares." So far, Mike has been able to help Soren calm down again, but he still does not like watching this kid suffer, thanks to that dark spirit.
Scott merely hums, he can see why Mike is troubled by what the two kids are going through, and Scott can relate. He has been imprisoned by a dark spirit and seen what trauma can do to young minds, though Scott can't say he fully comprehends how much trauma Soren is dealing with. He knows how to be around animatronics, not so much when it comes to children. And less so when these children can see the spirit world.
"Hey, if you're not busy with anything!" Jeremy's voice calls, making both him and Mike turn. The other man is standing at the door to the playroom. "I could use a hand preparing the game room. Oh, and I think some brat spilled soda on the floor again."
"I'll get a mob." Mike says and leaves to do just that. Scott heads to the game room to help Jeremy in whatever needs an extra pair of hands.
Chica has the younger animatronics help her decorate one of the tables for the upcoming birthday party. "Make sure the plates got a decent space between each other, enough for a person to have some arm room." BonBon and Vixey relocate some of the plates, making more space between each. Chica is very satisfied with what she's seeing. "Much better, now; where do you think the birthday kid would like to sit?"
BonBon stares at the table with a lost look in his big turquoise green eyes, while Vixey looks around with a calculated gleam in her gaze. It's no surprise that it's her coming up with a suggestion. "Maybe here?" She puts her hand at one of the corners. "It will give him the best view of the pirate cove and give Foxy better space to be around the child."
Good observations and Chica partly agrees with Vixey suggestion. "It would give the child the best view, but we don't have to worry about that as Foxy will hang around the bigger stage at this party."
Vixey crosses her left arm over her chest and the other hand rest under the young fox's chin. She hums in thoughts, but unsure where to place the kid this time around.
BonBon stares between the table and the bigger stage, slowly walking around for a better view. He stops at the end of the other side of the table. "Maybe here?" Bon-Bon asks carefully. "It has the best sight and will give the child a chance to see everyone who came to his party."
"He won't care about the adults, only his friends." Vixey argues, and turning to Chica, "We should make sure the kids are closest to the stage."
"You both have a valid point." Chica tells both and is impressed they could see all of that. "So, if you were the birthday child. Where do you want to sit?" Both point at the edge of the table nearest the kitchen. "Then that's where we will place him." She puts down the special party hat they only give the birthday child. The rest of the table gets the simple party hats. Almost the whole table, Chica knows that most adults do not want to wear party hats, simply around to keep an eye on the kids.
"Now, let's get it decorated for the chosen theme!" It makes Vixey beam widely, while BonBon looks excited to blow out some streamers. With those two doing that, Chica returns to the kitchen and is a bit surprised to only find Theo there. "Where's Chiara?" She asks the young bear.
Theo looks up from his task of decorating the cake, first there, he realizes that the other bird is gone. "She was here a minute ago." He shrugs, and unsure else what else to do. He resumes his given task.
"You didn't fight, did you?" Chica asks; she knows that Theo tends to pick on Chiara, though he did lay off after she snapped back at him. Theo gives her a look and mouth, ready to argue. She stops him. Clearly, it wasn't the case this time around. "Good to know you didn't. I'll find her." Chica leaves the kitchen in search of the younger avian.
She checks the room downstairs and outside, but no sign of Chiara. So she has to ask the others. Spring, fortunately, has seen the younger avian. "She's in the restrooms." The golden hare said, and fearing Chiara got some sort of meltdown, Chica heads straight to the restrooms. Does stop when she notices the lack of sobbing, and checking inside, she finds Chiara standing before one of the mirrors, trying to hide the clips on the hair extension she somehow has gotten her hands on. They are the same color as Chiara's feathers, though not the same texture. The young avian didn't seem to mind that at the moment, she was much busier making the new and long hair look to be part of what she already got.
Chiara stops mid-move; the reflection shows that her eyes are aimed directly at her. Chica can see Chiara has spotted her, so she walks over. "They suit you," which is surprising, but Chiara clearly knew what she was doing when she got these. "Where did you get them?"
"I bought them over the web," Chiara begins stroking her feather-like hands through the hair extensions. "I tried to buy them during our last shopping trip, but the clerk didn't want to sell them to me. She said I was too young." Chiara frowns at the last statement and Chica is taken aback by this, for usually, Chiara is much more prone to tears. "I spoke with Goldie about it before I did it, though. No wish to start stealing."
Chica is impressed; Chiara is really starting to show maturity in her ability to take responsibility for her actions. "Do you want me to help you with them?" Chiara blinks; she looks surprised at this question. Not sure it's because she didn't scold her— there's really no need as Chiara took the proper steps to get these. Or maybe it's because Chica has very little interest in makeup and whatever material women use to beatify themselves. But it does not mean she is going to deny others from doing it. If that's what they like, then Chica is not going to stop them. "See if the clips are properly hidden."
"Sure." She checks the younger avian's hair and only has to correct two of them; the rest are properly hidden. "Srry for leaving you and Theodore like that." Chiara grabs a nearby scissor and cuts the very long hair, so it touches her shoulder blades instead of going down to the middle of the spine. "I wanted some alone time while trying them out."
"Why didn't you wait until tomorrow night or some other quieter evening?" Chica asks. She is a bit annoyed about Chiara ditching her duty like that but does not feel like it's enough to start scolding the young avian.
Chiara hesitates, "Well, um…" her eyes go to the mirror and she starts messing with the new hair, so it looks closer to her original "I really wanted to try them out." Chica narrows her eyes, and Chiara, without missing a beat. "I know… it's not a good enough excuse."
No, it isn't, but Chica thinks she knows where Chiara is coming from. Considering she was the only female among a bunch of males for quite a long time. "I can't say I felt it that much, but I think I understand your wish for some privacy while trying to figure out how you want to look." Kneeling down before the younger one, wanting to make this clear yet show she's not angry. "But you can't leave your duties like this; it's not fair for the rest. So in the future, you should finish your task and then come to me about your wish for a moment to be alone. Okay?" Chiara nods; she does look ready to cry at what she most likely thinks is her being in trouble. In an attempt to ease the younger avian's worries, "It can be our little secret." Chica winks playfully at Chiara, and as hoped, it cheers the canary up.
"Thanks. Thanks for understanding." Chiara smiles and dries away the few tears. And even though she has no idea to voice how grateful she is, Chica wants to help her out with these new thoughts and feelings. Chiara is so glad that the chicken somehow seems to understand, which is nice as Chiara isn't sure if she can correctly say her thoughts. "Sorry again for leaving in the middle of everything."
"You may have to stay around for a little while longer because of it." Chica muses but thinks it may be a good thing now this has cleared up a few things about Chiara. "So you have to deal with only me at the kitchen." She winks, and Chiara giggles, saying up to her: "it does not sound so bad." Together, the two avians head to the kitchen.
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The preparations were finished right when the humans had to go home, and the food got stored in the restaurant's large refrigerator, kept fresh for tomorrow's party. Due to the decorations, Freddy didn't allow any games inside for the night, so it was a good thing that the weather was somewhat dry, though the winter's cold can still be felt. Most of them spent the remaining hours outside, either playing or simply enjoying the dry weather and mild wind.
A few stayed inside, the two golden animatronics didn't feel like going outside to continue their conversation. Still, they stuck to the Game room as Spring noticed that Chica had an important talk with Chiara, and the two older bots decided to give the two the space to have that conversation.
Around midnight, the animatronics headed to their chosen spot and went to their form of sleep. Freddy wanted them all to be fully charged for the party tomorrow.
I swear Spring had that bucket of water stashed just so he could throw it at someone. That or he sped to the kitchen to get one, all so he could moonwalk away while doing the finger guns at Bonnie.
I may have taken Foxy's suggestion to expand his costume by how he's dressed in Help Wanted DLC, curse of Fredbear. by how he is in this universe, he definitely would want such a ride. Aside from the secret nightmare route.
Hopefully, I won't forget about all of you again and actually give you another chapter next week. If not, then you may throw old pizzas at me.