Freddy walked out of the bathroom with you in his arms. Your feet dragged between his legs as he held you from under your arms. Foxy snickered and Bon-Bon giggled as he jumped on the bed. You stood up and tried to pry yourself from Freddy, but he continued to hug you tightly.

"Freddy, could you let me go?" You sighed.

"No can do, pumpkin!" Freddy laughed and hugged you tighter.

"Freddy, I can't breathe," you wheezed.

"Oh, sorry," Freddy chuckled as he set you down.

You gasped for air and coughed dramatically. Freddy huffed and stuck out his lip as he crossed his arms over his chest. You turned away from him and dusted yourself off, hiding a mischievous smirk. You jumped onto the bed, seeing that Foxy, Baby, and Ballora, were already comfortable on the other one. You crawled to the head of the bed and fell into the pile of--unnecessary amount of--pillows.

"So, we just wait until tomorrow night?" You yawned.

"I suppose, but we will also have to buy you a new look, since that's what he killed you in," Michael told you.

"Fine with me, as long as I don't look stupid," you growled.

"When do you wanna go out?" Foxy bragged.

"What?" you asked.

"To get you a new look. Duh. What else?" Foxy explained.

"No way! I know you, and you will make sure I absolutely hate my look!" you barked.

"(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N). You don't know me as well as you think," Foxy snickered and winked at you.

"Hmph. What do you plan on doing to me?" you groaned.

"You will need to take me to a store. There, I can begin my process of creativity," Foxy boasted.

"I can go with you," Ballora suggested.

"YES!" you exclaimed, pointing at her.

"HEY!" Foxy boomed.

"Or not," Ballora croaked.

"No- I-I mean, yes! I mean . . . I would rather you come with us, to make sure Foxy doesn't try anything," you admitted and glared at Foxy.

"O-ffensive!" Foxy growled.

"I wanna come too!" Freddy exclaimed.

"Me too!" Bon-Bon cheered.

"I guess we all can go. Including you, Michael," you announced; Michael quickly looked up, to see you smiling sincerely at him.

"Uh- I can't be seen again . . . but I will watch from the shadows," Michael told you and you nodded.

"How about we hit the hay and go out tomorrow?" you suggested as you looked at your phone: it read 9:35 PM.

"Sounds good to me," Foxy crowed.

Foxy grabbed a pillow--knocking the rest off of the bed he was sitting on--and lay on his stomach on the edge of the bed, facing towards the other one. After grabbing a pillow, Ballora slid under the covers and lay on her side, facing away from Foxy. Baby grabbed a pillow and crawled into the bed next to Ballora. She cuddled up to Ballora and Ballora embraced her as she closed her eyes.

You crawled onto the other bed and squirmed under the covers, trying not to mess up the blankets. Freddy stood on the bed and pulled the covers--that were over you--down. You huffed, and Freddy got on his knees. You stared wide-eyed at him as he hovered above you, his warm breath brushing your lips. Suddenly, Freddy dropped himself, and you wheezed. He cuddled up to you, nuzzling your neck, and his legs wrapped themselves underneath your knees. He slid his hands under your arms and hugged you tightly. You sighed as Freddy's body relaxed and he closed his eyes. You wrapped your arms around his neck and held him close to you.

~ ~ ~ ~

You walked on the sidewalk, looking around for a nice shop. The rest followed close behind, and you could feel Michael's eyes on you. He had already given you a bunch of money to spend, so you didn't really worry about prices. When you spotted a small clothes shop, you ran towards it and stopped at the window. The rest didn't bother to run after you, excluding Freddy, who followed you. You opened the door and hopped into the shop. Freddy looked around in awe at all the clothing and giggled excitedly.

"Alright, where do we start?" Foxy snickered.

"I don't know, where do we start?" you groaned.

"'We being Ballora, Baby, Foxy, and I," Freddy told you.

"What, why?" you objected.

"Because, I want it to be a surprise!" Freddy cheered.

"Then, what am I supposed to do in the meantime?" you sassed.

"You, can . . . I don't know," Freddy confessed shyly.

"I . . . can just chill and listen to my music," you told him.

"Good!" Freddy cheered.

"And read some fanfics," you mumbled.

"Huh?" Freddy wondered.

"Nothing!" you chuckled nervously.

"Oh, okay!" Freddy gushed as he ran to the rest and looked around with them.

You walked outside and sat on the windowsill of the small shop. You attached your earbuds to your phone and put them in. Putting on music and engulfing yourself in it, you pulled up Wattpad and searched for a good book.

~ ~ ~ ~

"Let's go!" Foxy exclaimed as he pulled your earphones out as he passed you.

"Did you just do that?" you growled as you turned off your phone.

"Yes," Foxy snickered.

"Where are we going?" you sassed.

"We are taking you to get a manicure and a waxing," Ballora told you.

"What? How do you guys know that stuff?" you wondered.

"Only I. There were a few magazines and I just couldn't help myself. They read that if you do small nice things to your body, your confidence will be boosted. It gave a few examples, including a manicure and pedicure and waxing," Ballora explained while you and the rest followed her down the sidewalk.

"Um, I don't know. This isn't going to be a date," you joked.

"Here!" Ballora cheered.

You looked into the window of a fancy, girly shop, and you cringed. Ballora took you by the hand and led you inside. There wasn't anyone inside, which you were glad of, but there didn't seem to be any employees either.

"Hello, hello! Welcome! What brings you all here today?" a lady gushed as she came through a door and grinned.

"Yes, there is somewhere special my friend is going, and he needs a cleanup," Ballora replied.

"Can do!" the woman chuckled.

"Ohh," you whined, and Freddy grabbed your hand supportively.

"Will you be the only one today?" the lady asked.

"U-um . . . Yeah, I guess so," you stammered as Freddy gently released your hand.

"Okay, then, we'll start with a full body waxing."

"Full body?"

"Yes, we'll wax everywhere," the woman told you.

"Even--"

"Yes, even there. I'm guessing you and your 'friend' there are going to have a very . . . 'special' night," the woman whispered to you and winked suggestively.

"Oh, no! Nothing will be going on between us," you laughed nervously as your face scorched.

"Mhm," the woman hummed, then started to escort you to the door she came from.

"We'll be back later, (Y/N)! We're gonna go get a few more things! Bye-bye!" Freddy exclaimed as he and the rest headed out the front door.

~ ~ ~ ~

"My whole body hurts," you squeaked as the lady guided you back out.

"Just sit here. We'll have you relaxed in a jiffy," the woman crowed as she gestured to a comfy--and expensive--looking chair.

"'We'?" you wondered as you sat in the chair and started to take off your shoes and socks.

"Yes, 'we,' " the woman said as two others came through the door.

You gulped as the three women surrounded you and mumbled to each other. Two of them grabbed a rolling chair and sat down. One of the women turned on the water; you kept your feet at the edge of the tub and stared at it. The woman rolled up your pant legs and gently grabbed your ankles. Goosebumps rose on your arms as the warm water engulfed your feet. Another woman sat at your side and messed with a few buttons; the chair started to vibrate, gently massaging your back, and calming music started to play. She then grabbed a tool and your hand and started filing at your nails and shaping them. The last woman stood by your side and looked as if she were waiting for something from you.

"Would you like a bottle of cold, refreshing, water?" she asked.

"O-oh, sure, that sounds nice," you replied.

She grinned and walked off to get you your beverage. Your right foot was taken out of the water and your nails were moisturized. When the lady finished with that foot, she put it back in the water and did the same on the other side. The other lady came back and handed you your water after she opened it.

"Thank you," you told her.

"It's my pleasure," she gushed.

You grinned at her kindness and she smiled back. You relaxed as the rest of the women worked on your fingernails and toenails.

~ ~ ~ ~

"We got everything!" Freddy exclaimed as he jumped inside.

"Just in time," you said as the woman at your feet put your socks and shoes back on and the rest of the women walked into the back.

You stood up and cringed as your feet, hands, and back, started to tingle. You wobbily walked to Freddy, and he ran up to you, supporting you as you collapsed into his arms. He giggled and pulled you up.

"How much will it be?" you asked.

"Fifty dollars," the woman said.

"That's all?" you wondered and scratched the back of your neck.

The woman nodded and you smiled sympathetically. You reached into your pocket and grabbed the wallet Michael gave you. You pulled out a bill and handed it to the woman.

"This is a one-hundred-dollar bill," the woman gasped.

"I know," you mumbled shyly.

The woman's mouth remained open as you exited the shop and made your way back to the hotel. Ballora carried all the bags, but her face told you that she didn't volunteer to do so. Freddy stood beside you, and Bon-Bon looked at you.

"I heard what that lady said," Bon-Bon snickered.

"Yeah. So what?" you mumbled.

"Maybe something can go on." Bon-Bon giggled like a school girl.

"What can go on?" Freddy asked innocently.

"Nothing!" you protested.

"You and (Y/N)," Bon-Bon taunted you and winked at Freddy.

"Huh?" Freddy asked in confusion.

"Nothing," Bon-Bon groaned in defeat.

~ ~ ~ ~

"Alright, go put this on, but don't look at it," Foxy instructed.

"How am I supposed to not look at it?" you ranted.

"Just, don't," Foxy insisted.

"Fine," you said as you took the bag and walked into the bathroom.

"Did I miss anything?" Michael asked as he walked into the hotel room.

"Nope. (Y/N)'s going to change!" Freddy cheered.

You groaned as you closed your eyes and opened the bag. You pulled something out and felt it--it was lacy and small. You peeked your eye open and stared at it in shock. It was a pair of laced underwear.

"Why did you buy me a pair of underwear?" you shrieked.

"What?" Freddy mumbled.

"Because, it matches the rest of the outfit!" Foxy exclaimed.

You stomped out and held the laced undergarments up. You glared at Foxy and he smirked. Freddy covered his eyes when he saw what you were holding, and Bon-Bon giggled.

"Why did you buy this for me?" you growled.

"Because, they look nice, and having nice undergarments gives you more confidence," Foxy explained. "I thought you liked that kind of underwear."

"Sh--" Your eyes widened as you glanced to Michael, hoping he hadn't heard it, then glared back at Foxy--". . . Ugh."

"Besides, I think Freddy likes them," Foxy whispered loudly, then smirked.

You blushed brightly, and you could practically see Freddy's face glow from behind his hands. You growled and stomped back into the bathroom. You stripped down and put on the underwear. You pulled out a black, sleeveless shirt, black skinny jeans, and a black, cropped, leather jacket, and slipped them on. There were a pair of black boots in the bag, and you carefully put them on. You were about to step out of the bathroom, when Ballora and Baby stepped inside with another bag in hand.

"What?" you asked.

"We have a few more things," Ballora told you.

"That's not makeup, is it?" you muttered.

"Yes, it is. Is there a problem with that?" Ballora's tone made you gulp.

"No, of course not," you stammered nervously, avoiding her eyes.

Ballora pulled out some things, and you tried to watch her, but Baby held you in spot, keeping you faced towards the bathtub. Ballora stepped in front of you and you didn't fight her as she shut your eyes. You could feel her putting some things on to your eyelids, then on to your lips. You fluttered open your eyes as Baby slid a pair of black, laced, fingerless gloves on your hands. Ballora put a black fedora on top of your head. Baby handed you a pair of earrings that had "You're too close to me" written in cursive. You put them on as Ballora wrapped a black choker--with pink flowers--around your neck.

"Now you are ready," Ballora observed.

"You look so pretty." Baby gaped at you.

"Oh, thanks," you replied.

You turned around and looked at yourself in the mirror. You grinned, shocked at what you saw. Ballora had put some black eyeshadow and lipstick on you. Ballora guided you to the door and Baby opened it. You walked out of the bathroom and towards the rest. As Freddy turned around to look at you, everything seemed to slow down, and his heart beat rapidly. His jaw dropped as he stared at you in awe. Bon-Bon stared at you as well, speechless at your new look.

"So, what do you think?" you crowed.

"You look . . . amazing," Freddy sighed dreamily.

"Oh, stop it, you," you murmured and held your cheeks as they heated up.

"No, you look so beautiful," Freddy gushed as he walked towards you.

"Freddy," you giggled.

"You're mesmerizing," Freddy said quietly as he got closer to you.

"Freddy, you're acting kinda weird," you worried as he stepped in front of you.

You slowly walked back as Freddy didn't stop making the space between the two of you smaller. You gulped as your back hit the wall, and Freddy stopped in front of you. You smiled nervously at him and he grinned widely back at you. He grabbed your waist and pulled you to him. You yelped as he laughed into your ear.

"You look like an absolute doll!" Freddy exclaimed as he released you.

"You really think so?" you asked shyly.

"I don't think so- I know so!" Freddy laughed.

"Good, because you will be going with him as his date," Foxy reported.

"I get to go? As his date?" Freddy gushed excitedly.

"Yeah, that's why I got him the laced underwear," Foxy snickered.

Freddy's face heated up, and he turned back to see you smirking at him. Freddy's eyes widened, and Bon-Bon snickered and nudged him suggestively.

"O-kay! What am I supposed to wear?" Freddy laughed nervously, trying to change the subject.

"What you're wearing now," Foxy told him.

"I-I don't get anything special?" Freddy croaked.

"You get me, if that's good enough," you mumbled.

"That's plenty good enough!" Freddy cheered as he picked you up and spun you around.

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