The Colourfield
••• Can't Get Enough Of You Baby •••

when you had to go, i hated the phone

i only wish the night was twice as long

my heart cries out more, baby

i love you so much

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  It was the end of a Saturday when I was invited to 'get pummelled by Bonnie at bowling' after closing - Joey's words, not mine.

  I was almost tempted to decline the offer that the handler bombarded me with just as I was about to leave for the night. Saturdays were always so much worse than Sundays, and I spent from seven in the morning until ten at night on my feet; overseeing party bookings, fending off angry parents, double checking maintenance before performances and generally making sure that the day ran smoothly for the band.
  But Bonnie was poking his head around Joey from afar, fingers tapping together sheepishly, and I suddenly found myself agreeing.
  Dammit. I always was soft for Bonnie, even from before he was a Glamrock.
  "Mandy and Freddy are joining us, too!" Joey chirped as I dropped my bag back onto my couch and changed into my sweatpants from behind the door. I sighed in relief once my black jeans were off - they sure made me look professional, but nothing could beat the soft cotton of sweats.
  I closed the door to my office and sent a smile to the pair. I was almost dead on my feet, but the giddy look on Bonnie made it worth staying.
  "That's cool," I beamed. The far off thuds of heavy, metal footsteps informed me of Freddy and Mandy's approach. "Are we doing teams or individuals?"
  "Individuals," Joey replied with a grin. "'Cause who'd ever be on Bonnie's team would get an unfair advantage."

  Bonnie lifted a strap from his suspenders and let it smack back into his shell.
  "Can't help being this good," he sighed, as if genuinely put off by his own skills.
  "You sound like Monty."
  "How dare you!" Bonnie gasped at his handler. Freddy and Mandy arrived just in time to catch the tail end of their little spat.
  "Alright, let's go before we waste too much time and get stuck in here after twelve," Joey ordered, ignoring the sneers and faces Bonnie was pulling his way.
  Bonnie Bowl was much like the other areas in terms of decor; neon signs plastered everywhere, glossy checkered tiles (though red and white, instead of black) and funky little multicoloured star-shaped lights that roamed the floor from above.
  The ice cream parlour attached acted hand-in-hand as a drink bar, as well as where to get the bowling shoes required to wear. It was themed after a 1960s diner.
  Some neat little arcade games sat in the corner, though I didn't understand why they bothered. Wasn't the fazcade enough? I pitied the workers who'd have to go around and check on all the games. There must've been over three hundred units, surely.

  "Ice cream? Fizzy-Faz?" Bonnie offered as he slid behind the counter. A staff bot with 'hair' shaped to look like Circus Baby's rerouted its path around the bunny as it mopped. Freddy watched it turn the corner.
  "Ohh," Mandy hummed as she looked at the menu board. She looked a lot more relaxed than she did during business hours, it was nice to see her not so stressed. "Ice cream, please! Cookies and cream, if you have it."
  "Sure do! Y/n, Joey?" Bonnie pressed as he leant slightly over the bench.
  "I'll have the same," Joey answered.
  "Just a soda for me," I smiled. "Thanks, Bunny."
  While Bonnie whisked off to retrieve our requests, Joey let himself behind the bar to get our bowling shoes.

  "I haven't been bowling in years," I said as I twisted in the smooth soles of the bowling shoes on the polished alley floor. "Last time was probably when I was a teen."
  "You'll become a pro real fast with the amount of times Bonnie makes us play," Mandy joked as she tied her laces. "I bet at this point I'm good enough to compete nationally."
  "Nationally? Please," Joey teased as he brought out his phone and plugged it into an aux cord he mysteriously produced from behind the shoe shelf. "I could beat the world champ."
  "You can't even beat me, JJ," Bonnie scorned playfully upon his return. He gave the ice creams to Joey and Mandy before handing the can of soda to me.
  Orange-flavoured Fizzy-Faz, with Freddy on the cover. I missed the sly smirk Bonnie sent the bear.

  "Look." I held the can up and so Freddy could see. His ears flicked forward at my voice. "It's you."

  Freddy blinked his big, blue metal eyes before falling into a smile.
  "It is, indeed," he replied. He bent down a bit and lowered his voice to a dramatic whisper. "I believe that it is the best flavour of the lot, as well."
  I let a giggle slip. "You're biased, Freddy."
  Freddy straightened with a hand to his lightning bolt chest, pulling a look of mock hurt. His earring swayed.
  "I am insulted you could think such a thing!" he declared. His fanged grin widened at my laugh.
  "Alright, alright," I conceded. "I'll take your word for it."
  Joey, with his phone plugged into the bowling alley's sound system, began a playlist of 80s and 90s hits and I realised that it must've been where the band got to know their covers from. Bonnie sighed and stretched his arms over his head.
  "Ah, good music," the bunny sighed as Hungry Like The Wolf played. "This is the kind of stuff we should be playing."
  "You know this song is about sex, right?" I inputted as I picked up a bowling ball themed after Foxy and tested its weight. Bonnie made a sound like metal screeching against glass that made me jump. Freddy, unbothered, picked up his own bowling ball.
  "What?" Bonnie spluttered in alarm. He turned to Joey with a pleading look. "JJ, how could you not tell me! Change it!"
  Joey frowned. "But I like Duran Duran."

  "Uhhhhhhhh!" Bonnie shouted as he grabbed his ears and pulled them down. His pink eyes shot to Freddy. "How are you not grossed out?"
  Freddy glanced up from his bowling ball. Mandy was snickering under her breath as she tested down the line of bowling balls.
  "Oh," Freddy said. His eyes darted between the crowd awaiting his response. "Duran Duran is a talented band."
  "Taste," I complimented as I weighed another ball.
  "Thank you."
  "I'm outnumbered," Bonnie cried in distraught.
  "Yes, you are," Joey said before yanking a ball from the rack and making his way to the closest lane with a blinding smile. "Let's bowl!"
  Bonnie calmed down when Physical began to play during our first round of bowling. Joey, Mandy and I shared a look in camaraderie - a mutual agreement that we wouldn't tell Bonnie that this song was, also, about sex.
  "Striiike!" Bonnie shouted in time with his own voice that played from the TV's speakers. I laughed while Mandy shook her head.
  If Freddy was good at bowling, then Bonnie was near perfect. Not one bowl teetered off the straight and narrow - directed right at the front pin for optimum knockdown efficiency.
  Perks of being a robot, I supposed.

  I sat down after a couple of rounds, opting instead to watch with Mandy while the boys kept playing. Bonnie and Joey would competitively taunt each other, and Freddy would gently admonish when their words got a little too harsh for his liking.
  The clock ticked closer to eleven. I felt my eyelids grow heavier.
  "He waits for you." Mandy's voice made me perk up. She watched Freddy bowl a perfect nine and smile when Bonnie clapped him on the back. "Every morning, five minutes before you arrive. Like clockwork."
  I slowly followed her gaze to the robot, who crossed his arms and chuckled when Joey stage-whispered to him in an attempt to throw off Bonnie. It didn't work.
  "He walks me to my office," I said.
  "He's never done that before," Mandy continued without missing a beat. "Not with anyone. And he talks about you. A lot."
  I turned to the girl. She was already intensely staring at me with her blue eyes and I almost flinched backwards. Joey cheered in the background.
  "He's probably just being... chivalrous, or something, while I'm still new," I reasoned slowly. Mandy dropped her gaze to her lap in an act of cool nonchalance, playing with the sleeves of her sweatshirt. I took an anxious sip of my orange soda.
  "Or, you know..." she airily hummed. "He could have a crush."

  I did a spit take. Like, a proper one, and it sprayed soda all over the floor in front of me. It was movie-worthy for sure. That would look good on the security camera.

  Mandy gasped and shied away with a loud laugh as a staff bot immediately zipped over to clean up the mess. I was staring at her in an abstract expression that couldn't decide between shock, horror, or embarrassment.
  "MANDY!" I shrilled as I quickly and inelegantly wiped at my chin. "Oh, my god!"
  Mandy had her head thrown back in the throes of belly-laughing, absolutely lost in hysterics as she held her chest. The three at the top of the lane turned at the commotion and when my gaze shot to them, I found Bonnie and Joey watching Mandy with a look of bemused confusion.
  And Freddy was staring at me.
  "Oh, shit," I blurted aloud before quickly hiding my rapidly burning face in my sweatshirt. The fluster of it all had the tip of my head to my décolletage turning a raring red and I could feel it, the shame, the humiliation, burning through my skin like the underbelly of a volcano.
  Mandy was still uncontrollably cackling, finding my reaction wholly amusing. I swatted blindly at her with a hiss to 'quit it!'
  She did not.

  As I drove home that night and greeted cat-Mike, I kept reminding myself that Freddy Fazbear was an animatronic and that he could, in no conceivable way, have a crush on me. 

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  "Manager Y/n... you look very tired."

  "Hey, Fred," I murmured when I entered the Pizzaplex Monday morning. "Thank god it's Monday - ha, can't believe I said that."
  Freddy titled his head with a frown, ears wiggling. I waved him off.
  "Nevermind," I sighed as I began across the lobby floor. "Dennis wants to have a meeting at eleven and I have an hour until then to make myself wake up."
  I side-stepped a staff bot. It glanced up as we passed.
  "You have been deprived of sleep," Freddy noted again after his eyes flickered yellow. Scanning, of course he was. "You are running on less than optimal energy levels. What kept you up?" 
  You did, Fazfuck, I wanted to snap. You and Michael.
  Ever since Mandy implanted the - frankly, impossible - idea of Freddy having a crush on me, I'd found myself losing sleep and fending off volatile nightmares shaped like inconsistent and flickering silhouettes of Michael and Freddy.

  The nightmares themselves were incomprehensible, a mess of corrupted thoughts and ideas and memories, tied together with a neat little Afton bow. The nightmares were a smile on a rainy afternoon, a kiss to a forehead, doodling on notebooks, trying to blow the biggest bubblegum bubble.
  But they were also blue eyes that glowed in the dark, metal claws wiping tears, a familiar chuckle, an 'I have missed you.'
  And all of it together, tossed into a mess so terrible and wonderful and nostalgic and gut-wrenching, simply to be thrown away when I began to wake, slipping from my hands like sand.
  The only thing that remained was the cold feeling of absence that lingered like a pain, a weight pressing down on my chest as I stared at the ceiling that mocked me.
  I could feel it in the tips of my toes and fingers - an ache for heat, a hand to slide into my own. A warm body beside me, like how it had been for so long. Murmured mornings with the radio, sleepy kisses over coffee, theorising while hands deep in metal chassises.
  Our own little version of domesticity, our own little soundtrack, our own little world.

  The house was always so quiet when I woke.

  "Don't worry about me," I said in a sharper voice than intended. Crush or not, I wasn't about to be delving into my inner demons with Freddy Fazbear - no matter if he begged on his knees and pouted. "What's on the agenda for you, today?"
  "I and the rest of the band will be accompanying our handlers to the meeting," Freddy said after a brief silence as he scanned his internal schedule. "And we will be having a rehearsal for two new songs at three."
  "Two?" I asked in surprise as my gaze shot to Freddy. He nodded. "That's pretty special. What's the occasion?"
  "I believe it's regarding the Mega Pizzaplex's eighth anniversary," he replied. "I must forewarn you; the company likes to go overboard with such events."
  "And I bet top dollar that's what the meeting's going to be about." I groaned and held my hands to my eyes; why did it have to be today? "I'm so tired."
  "Perhaps a twenty minute power nap will benefit you?" Freddy suggested as we stopped outside my office. I held up my ID and the door gave its familiar accompanying beep as it unlocked.
  "Maybe," I considered as I stepped inside and made myself look up at him as he stood, towering, just outside the doorframe. "I'll see you at the meeting then, Freddy."

  After the door shut, I waited. And, after a momentary stillness, heavy footsteps finally drifted away.

  I backed into my chair and rubbed at my weary eyes in stress.
  He's just a robot, I reminded myself. He can't have a crush on you.
  After spending the next ten minutes having a crisis and then going on to check the new emails in my inbox, a knock came from my door. I opened it to find Freddy.
  He's just a robot, he can't have a crush on you.
  I pushed a smile onto my face at the sight of him, slightly bent down so he wasn't so far away. He was staring at me earnestly, and I hoped to god that it was just because he wanted to make a long-time good impression on me as his manager and not for any other ulterior motives.
  "I have brought you a coffee."
  "What?"
  Freddy lifted his hands, where a tiny takeaway cup from Faz-Pad sat in his comedically gigantic paws. I slowly took it and found that the tiny cup in his hands was, in fact, normal sized in mine.
  "To help your energy levels," he said.
  "Wow," I said in genuine surprise and appreciation. I'd already had a coffee, but perhaps it was looking to be a two-coffee day. "Thank you."
  Freddy smiled, face softening into an expression metal casing shouldn't be able to make, but did, because Fazbear's main motto since '81 was to fuck logic and fuck it hard. His blue eyes would've be crinkling at the corners if they were able.

  "Okay," I said tightly when the staring began to drag on. "I- I got a lot of work to do before the meeting, you know, so..."
  "Of course!" he chirped as he straightened to his full height. "I'll get out of your hair."
  I nodded. "Uh- thanks. For the coffee."
  "Anytime, Y/n," he assured. "I will see you at the meeting."
  "Yep." I nodded again, absentmindedly. Was I nodding too much? My head felt like an over-oiled hinge. "See you- see you then."
  He's just a robot, he can't have a crush on you.
  Freddy then turned on his foot to find his handler, who was either aware of her charge's excursions or was pulling her hair out again trying to find him. I was tempted to give her a ring on the walkie just in case.
  I watched with an odd sense of disjointed concern as the robot bear merrily made his way back down Rockstar Row, seeming a lot more chipper than usual.
  Was his-
  Was his tail wagging?

  "Shit," I breathed as I shut the door and knocked my head against it. "He totally has a crush on me."

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  Both Mandy and Freddy immediately looked for me when they entered the atrium, where a giant table was set up in the middle of the mosh pit. I sunk more behind Roxy in an attempt to hide but that didn't seem to help.

  "Hello, manager Y/n," Freddy greeted brightly as he took the seat next to me after locating me in a stupidly short amount of time. I mentally cursed at my poor luck and forced a smile onto my face.
  "Hey, Freddy," I replied. My eyes drifted to Mandy, who was watching with lidded eyes and a smug smile behind him. My cheeks heated.
  Freddy tilted his head in concern when I ripped my head away, not willing or able to continue to face him when Mandy was implying such ridiculous notions that began to swarm in my brain like bees.
  The meeting kicked off before Freddy could inquire into my strange actions, of which I couldn't blame him for being worried. I was freaking myself out, let alone other people.
  "Alright," Dennis called for attention at the head of the table. The crowded seating quieted. "It's that time of year again when the CEO really wants us to go all out, and as most of you know, he only likes things to be better than the previous year. So! We'll have our work cut out for us."
  In the corner of my eye, I saw Monty with crossed arms roll his head back to the ceiling.
  "The anniversary event is the biggest show we have in our annual calendar," Dennis continued. "So! I implore you all to rest up when you can, as the week will be hard on everyone. Sasha and Rami have already been working hard on two new songs and the choreography, so upon approval from the Glamrocks' manager and the Head of Performances-" Elsa gave a nod. "-sound and lighting crew will begin planning the stage directions."

  "This always takes forever," Roxy grumbled from beside me.
  "Store and attraction managers, you'll be getting an influx of stock in these coming weeks to prepare for the rush. Security, we'll be doubling-up on shifts for the week and calling in our casuals," Dennis continued. "And our handlers - it'll be up to you to keep our lovely stars from getting overwhelmed. You'll each be given an assistant to help with crowd control just incase the peak hours get a bit too hectic.
  "On that note," Dennis segued the conversation as he turned to me with a brilliant smile. "I'd like to introduce to those who don't know Y/n, our new band manager."
  I was suddenly suffocated with the weight from near-on a hundred stares. I raised a hand to give an awkward shake that I immediately hated myself for. Roxy inaudibly snorted and my face flushed red.
  "This will be your first anniversary event, so it may feel a little overwhelming," Dennis said kindly, but I reckon that I would've found it far more kinder if he hadn't began giving me a pep-talk in front of all the high-level staff in the complex. "Don't be afraid to ask for help or questions - we're all more than happy to assist. I'll go over your responsibilities after the meeting."
  When Dennis continued on with the meeting, going over the extra general health and safety that the anniversary required and the basic breakdown on dealing with enraged parents (rule number one: don't yell back), I sunk a little in my seat from embarrassment.

  Freddy inclined down to my height upon seeing my prolonged grimace.
  "You're doing great," he whispered. It only made me feel worse. I could practically feel Mandy's smirk.
  I gave a stilted nod in reply. Satisfied, Freddy resumed his normal position.
  Dennis caught me after the meeting had adjourned, calling out my name with his hand in the air and an unfairly large grin. He was too contagiously happy for me to mentally admonish him for calling me out in front of everyone.
  "Hey, hey!" he greeted as he bounded up to me. "How was your first meeting? Got any questions?"
  "Not yet, but I'm sure I will," I replied truthfully. The meeting itself had been a total info-dump and I was still trying to work through what applied to me or not.
  "Good, good." Dennis nodded. "Well, you can ask any of us when you do. Let's take a stroll, we can go over what's expected of you. Freddy!"
  The robot glanced up from where he was chatting with Bonnie and Chica. Dennis waved him over.
  Noooo. I wanted to smother my face in my hands and scream. Anyone but him.
  "Freddy's always been so helpful during our past anniversary events," Dennis said as we watched the animatronic thump closer across the floor. "He knows the process like the back of his hand, so I'll be putting you in his charge."
  "You're putting me under the care of an animatronic?" I couldn't stop myself from asking in surprise. That felt a bit backwards considering what I had grown used to.

  "Oh, Y/n," Dennis chuckled lightly. "Freddy is much more than your average animatronic."
  "I am growing increasingly more aware of that with each day," I muttered. The general manager didn't seem to hear me.
  "Freddy, my boy!" Dennis beamed, and suddenly his contagious happiness was only putting me in a sour mood. "Walk with us, if you will? I'll be going over Y/n's responsibilities for the event and I want you to make sure that she's got it under control and to help out where you can."
  Freddy's ears perked in unequivocal joy. He gave an eager nod and I crossed my arms tightly over my chest, uncomfortably avoiding his gaze.
  "Absolutely, manager Dennis," Freddy answered politely. "I would be more than happy to assist manager Y/n."
  "I love your attitude, big guy," Dennis grinned with a pat to his metal arm. It clanged hollowly. He turned on his heel to begin walking in a random direction. "Alright, let's get working."
  Freddy held out his arm in chivalry for me to walk ahead. I gave a tight little smile before following after Dennis.

  "You and Elsa will be working in tandem for the event's performance," Dennis began to explain as we meandered through the west arcade. My eyes caught on the names of arcade units as we passed. "It'll be a joint decision between the head of performances and the band manager for things like the song list, effects, outfits and such. I-"
  "Outfits?" I jumped in.
  "Oh, yes!" Dennis grinned. "Special events require special attire for our stars. You'll have the grand job of picking out what they'll be wearing and seeing it through. We have a costume designer on call if you want to create something entirely new - it's up to you, pending Elsa's final approval of design, of course. Don't want clashing themes."
  "Of course not," I murmured. "Sorry- is it like clothing? Or..?"
  "It can be, if you want," Dennis replied, happy with my queries. Freddy's heavy footsteps were a constant rhythm in the background. "Last year we decided on giant, fitted stickers, that was fun."
  "Perhaps we should send manager Y/n photos of the designs from previous years?" Freddy suggested.
  "Great idea! Thank you, big guy," Dennis approved. "I'll leave that one up to you."

  Dennis ran me through what else I'd be laden with - organising specific activities in each of the Pizzaplex's attractions (Freddy suggested an all-out battle arena in Fazerblast instead of the usual team situation), scheduling frequent and daily bot maintenance due to in the influx of activity, organising on-call shift covers for handlers and crowd control assistants in case of an emergency.
  "We also want to have a seperate area where the band can interact with guests in an open area," Dennis said. "You know, mingle a bit. That'll be up to you."
  "Why don't we have it at the West Arcade Dance Floor?" I asked. The clanking sound of metal locking up behind me was my only warning before Freddy ducked his head between Dennis and I.
  "Can we... perhaps not have it there?" he meekly asked with a sheepish, abashed smile.
  "What?" I turned to face the bear. He stood back and, with his ears folded, avoided my stare. He looked demeaned. "Why not?"
  "He has a bug," Dennis answered with a cross of his arms and an awkward smile. Freddy's shoulders rose in shame. "Whenever he steps foot on the dance floor, he can't stop grooving. We have to get one of the other bots to move him."
  I stared at the ashamed animatronic in bewilderment as he rubbed his arm with his gaze pointed away.
  What kind of programming bug caused him to dance uncontrollably? And he looked so embarrassed about it, I felt bad for him.

  And yet-

  "What kind of dancing do you do?" I asked with a growing smile. Freddy seized, pistons locking, and a puff of steam escaped from his mouth.
  "I... would rather not say," he murmured.
  "What kind of dancing do you do, Freddy?"
  His blue eyes reluctantly gravitated towards me. Upon finding my expectant and giddy grin, he caved with a sigh. His shoulders slumped.
  "Disco," he mumbled weakly.
  A shit eating grin crawled across my face. "Oh, Freddy. You poor thing."
  "Alright, kids, alright," Dennis chuckled. "It's getting close to rehearsal time. Why don't you go back with Freddy, Y/n? I'll meet you there."
  I gave a nod and followed after the bot, who was quick to scurry away. A giggle bubbled in my throat as I gave a speed-walk chase to keep up.
  "You're gonna have to show me your sick moves sometime, buddy," I goaded when I caught up. Another cloud of steam escaped between his canines.
  "Perhaps," he said in a fickle hum. I bit my lip in amusement and decided to lay off for the rest of the walk - while it was funny making such an advanced robot flustered over his uncontrollable disco dancing, I didn't want to be mean.
  I didn't want to be mean. To a robot. Ha - the place really had changed my view on animatronics, didn't it?

  Mandy quickly and nervously pulled Freddy away for a quick check over when we arrived in the rehearsal room. I didn't quite understand her anxious nerves - Freddy seemed to be totally fine, as far as I was concerned. He'd even had his voice box checked.
  Sasha did the same thing she did last time, going around and downloading the song and routine in each bot via USB. After a few minutes of loading, the animatronics were ready to go, and us humans took our seats to observe the test performance.
  The first of the new songs was undoubtedly inspired by party anthems from the 90s, and while Freddy's deep voice combined with the peppy pop-rock tune initially sounded weird to me, I quickly began to respect Sasha for her composing skills because damn, it was good.
  And the second song was... a ballad? It was a slow song, one that rocked the rest of us in shock. From what I could recall, there hadn't ever really been a ballad before, but maybe Sasha was onto something, because it suited Freddy's voice impeccably. Roxy did get her solo in the end, keytaur tuned to sound like a piano.
  "I'm getting so many good ideas," Elsa whispered to me. "What about costume designs? Anything jumping to mind?"
  I shook my head slowly. I'd been too enraptured in watching the Glamrocks perform to think about costumes.
 
  After the songs, the bots jumped into the routines. The first song, the party one, had a choreography that equalled the high energy of the melody, the bots dancing across the stage with enthusiasm unparalleled and genuinely looking like they were having fun performing it.
  Roxy and Monty were back-to-back at one point, Chica and Freddy would do a little seperate dance routine centre stage which was very cute, and Bonnie had an impressive drum solo that was sure to be a crowd-pleaser. It was enjoyable to watch and I could picture the mosh pit having a giant dance party while the song played.
  The ballad was slower, more stable and still. A tune definitely designed to be a breather between the more energetic songs and calm the erratic mood of the room. Elsa had her chin in her hands as she watched intently, certainly eyeing the stage set and possible lighting ideas in her head while watching the performance like a hawk.
  "You know," Mandy whispered to me as she leant over, stealing half of my attention. My gaze shifted to her. "It was Freddy who requested a love song."
  A love song? Alarmed, I listened harder to the lyrics and fuck, oh flying fuckballs, she was right, it was a love song.
  I looked at Freddy, eyes closed as he serenaded in the middle of the room like some goddamn muse of music, a robot god of singing, capturing the crowd with his rumbling, rolling, enchanting voice.
  But serenaded who? Who was he singing for, if he was singing for anyone?

  When his eyes opened and immediately landed on me, I had a worrying feeling that it was I who he was singing for.