You walked down the hallway and to the hotel room. Michael walked beside you, but Freddy remained shuffling along far behind you. When you stood in front of the door, you reached in your pocket for the keycard, but you couldn't find it.

"Michael, do you have the keycard?" you asked.

"No, I thought maybe you or Freddy would've grabbed it," Michael told you.

"Freddy, do you have it?" you wondered.

"No. Sorry," Freddy mumbled.

You groaned, both at Freddy and the fact that you couldn't get into the room. You knocked on the door, waiting for someone to open. You could hear the three talking behind the door, but you couldn't make out what they were saying.

"Who is it?" Foxy sang.

"Um, it's me, (Y/N)!" you replied.

"What's the password?" he snickered.

"Let me in, asshole!" you snapped.

"Good enough," he said as he opened the door.

As you stomped past him, you took off your hat and shoved it in his face. He snickered as you hopped along, taking off your boots one by one. When you got them off, you jumped onto the nearest bed and laid your head on one of the pillows. You sighed, finally happy to have those feet-suffocating boots off. Foxy huffed and crossed his arms. Michael went over and sat in his chair, while Freddy crawled under the covers of the other bed and buried himself. Ballora and Baby sat next to you and you looked up. Foxy glared at you.

"What?" you asked.

"You're in my spot," he griped.

"Pfft," you laughed as you stood up.

He jumped onto where you were and cuddled up to his pillow. You sat on the other bed, next to Freddy, and leaned against the headboard. Freddy curled up tighter and Bon-Bon scrambled out from under the covers and over to you. You looked at him questioningly and his ears fell back.

"Hey, Foxy," you began as you looked over at him.

"What?" he asked as he looked up.

"How about you and the rest go out and get a pizza," you suggested as you tossed him the wallet.

"But, I don't know how to drive," Foxy objected.

"You don't have to drive, it's just across the street," you assured him.

"Right now?" Foxy whined.

"Yes, Foxy," you sighed.

Foxy groaned as he stood up, the rest following him as he walked over to the door. He groaned again loudly and opened the door. When the door shut behind them, you looked over at the lump of covers that was Freddy. Bon-Bon crawled over and rested on what seemed to be his shoulder.

"Hey, Freddy?" you asked.

"Mmm," he hummed.

"What's wrong?" you wondered as you sat up and turned towards him.

He mumbled something incoherent, and you squinted your eyes in confusion. You looked at Bon-Bon, but he wasn't any help, as he continued to try to comfort Freddy.

"If this is about those people that laughed and stared at you, I warned you that people would make fun of you," you said sympathetically as you rubbed his arm.

"(Y/N), the only person that made fun of him, was you," Bon-Bon told you.

Your eyes widened and your heart sank, and Freddy shook slightly as he silently cried harder. You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out as you stared at him through the covers. Bon-Bon turned back to Freddy and hugged him tightly. You gently put your hand on his arm and was about to say something, but a knock on the door caught your attention.

"Hello?" you called out.

When you didn't hear a response, you groaned as you slid off the bed. You walked towards the door and was about to open it, when you saw a peephole. You looked through it and saw Michael, Baby, Ballora, and Foxy, standing in the hallway. Foxy was holding a box of pizza in his hand, and you snickered quietly.

"Who is it?" you sang.

"It's us, (Y/N)," you heard Ballora reply.

"I know you can see us! Who do you think!" Foxy griped.

"What's the password?" you snickered.

"YOU--"

"We have the pizza," Ballora interrupted him.

"Right," you mumbled, then quickly opened the door, grabbed the pizza, and shut it back.

"Hey!" Foxy growled.

"How about you guys go buy us all some drinks," you convinced him.

"Fine," Foxy scoffed.

You watched them--through the peephole--walk away and down the hall. You turned around and moved your hat over, setting the pizza down onto the counter, beside where the TV was placed. Bon-Bon sighed and you looked over. Freddy was now lying on his back, with his face stuffed into a pillow.

"Fredbear, I'm sorry. I was only playing my role. I didn't really mean it. Please don't take what I said to heart," you pleaded, but Freddy remained silently crying into his pillow.

"Freddy, did you hear him? He said that he didn't mean what he said," Bon-Bon tried to assure him.

"Mmm," Freddy whined.

"I mean, sure, you do act childish, and you aren't really the best in the head--"

"(Y/N), I don't think that's helping," Bon-Bon mumbled.

"But that's why I love you," you added as you pulled the covers off of him.

Freddy gripped onto the pillow tighter, and you looked over at Bon-Bon for help. He shrugged and gently rubbed Freddy's arm.

"Oh, come on! Bon-Bon?" you pleaded.

"All I know to do is just . . . give him support," Bon-Bon objected.

You looked down at the sheets that you held and sighed. Bon-Bon's ears dropped and he whined as he hugged Freddy's arm. You looked up at Bon-Bon and pointed to your left. He tilted his head and you told him silently to move over. Bon-Bon nodded and hopped off of Freddy, crawling over some and looking back at you.

"Fine," you mumbled.

You grabbed Freddy's ankles and forcefully pulled him towards you. His grip on the pillow let loose as he slid to you. Your hips stopped him as you leaned into him. Freddy remained lying back, his face in his hands. You grunted and grabbed Freddy's hands. You pulled them from his face, and he looked up at you sadly, and your eyebrows furrowed. You leaned in and held Freddy in a kiss. His eyes widened and he hummed in surprise. Bon-Bon squealed loudly and Freddy pushed you away. You frowned as he crawled back into the pillows.

"(Y-Y/N)," Freddy gasped in disbelief as his lips tingled.

"What's wrong? Did you not want me to kiss you?" you worried as you crawled onto the bed.

"No- No, i-it's just that I--" Freddy sputtered, then gulped as you got closer to him.

You sat in front of Freddy and looked him in the eyes. You looked down at his lips, then raised your eyebrows, as if to ask him if you could kiss him. Freddy looked over, slowly nodding. You quickly leaned in and gently pressed your lips against Freddy's. He tensed for a moment, before relaxing and melting into the kiss.

"Are we interrupting something?" you heard Foxy snicker flirtatiously from behind you.

You quickly pulled away from Freddy and looked back at Foxy with wide eyes. Ballora was covering Baby's eyes as she stared in approval. You didn't know how Michael was reacting, as his dull eyes and wide grin were plastered on to his face. You scrambled away from Freddy, but he leaned towards you, before quickly moving back and biting his lip. Bon-Bon jumped back onto the bed and tilted his head up at you.

"No, we were just--"

"Exploring each other's mouths?" Foxy snickered.

"Um, you kind of interrupted us, so we didn't get that far," you sassed.

"Huh?" Freddy squeaked.

You stuck out your tongue, winking at him as you shot him finger guns. Freddy grinned as he blushed brightly. You looked back over at Foxy and he held up a bag that was filled with drinks. You could hear Freddy and Bon-Bon squeal quietly behind you. Baby quickly reached into the bag and grabbed hers. Foxy frowned as she jumped onto the bed and opened it.

"I didn't know what you wanted, so I just got you a Coca Cola, since everyone else got one," Foxy mumbled as he handed Ballora her bottle.

"That's fine," you assured him.

You reached into the bag and grabbed two bottles of soda. Foxy grabbed his and crumbled up the plastic bag, stepping into the bathroom and tossing it in the trash. You tossed Freddy his and he caught it. You opened up the box that was set on the counter and looked at the cheesy masterpiece in awe.

"I want some," Baby murmured as she jumped off the bed and ran up behind you.

"Hey, Foxy, you didn't happen to get any napkins or some paper plates?" you asked.

"Oh, shit. Why didn't I think of it, why didn't you tell me?" Foxy said.

"It's fine, we can just eat with our hands," you muttered and grabbed two slices.

You walked over to Freddy as Baby, Ballora, and Foxy, grabbed some. Bon-Bon huffed, and Michael sat over in his chair. You handed Freddy his and sat down next to him. You folded your pizza and took a bite out of it, setting your soda on the bedside table. Freddy held his pizza in his mouth as he began to open his soda. The soda hissed as Freddy opened it and it spewed all over the two of you. Foxy burst out in laughter, and you glared at him.

"It's a good thing I moved the blankets," you mumbled.

"Ohh, I'm sorry," Freddy croaked.

"It's okay, Fredbear. We can get cleaned up after we eat. And we can just share my soda." you replied.

"Share . . . your soda?" Freddy wondered.

"Um, yes, I don't have cooties." You giggled.

"I guess you don't, but- . . ." Freddy began.

You picked up your bottle and held it in front of him. He smiled at you nervously as you bit into your pizza and chewed on it. He grabbed it and carefully opened it, without spilling it everywhere. He took a sip and put the lid back on it, handing it back to you. You laid it between the two of you as you and Freddy continued to eat.

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"Aaand, it's gone," you mumbled as you looked down at the empty box of--what was--pizza.

"We could get more if you want," Freddy whispered to you.

"Yeah, you guys get to eat pizza, while I have to watch in torment," Bon-Bon complained to himself while he sat on Freddy's shoulder.

"No, I'm just gonna go shower. These sticky clothes are really bothering me," you said, ignoring Bon-Bon's comment.

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