"You woke him up, you moron," you faintly heard Bon-Bon complain.

"I woke him up?" Foxy snapped a reply.

Your eyes shot open to the sound of someone screaming. You felt yourself lift up, your legs wrapped around someone's back. You looked down, to see Freddy, who had his head under your shirt and an arm sticking out by your head.

"What are you doing?" you asked sternly.

"I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY!" Freddy cried, trying to move.

You grabbed his head tightly and he gulped. You moved his head up and pulled it through your collar. Freddy's lips quivered as his nose touched yours, his face was bright red. You moved his hand out from underneath him and he fell on you. You pulled it up to your cheek, closing your eyes and nudging it as you smiled softly.

"Never mind," Bon-Bon snickered.

You looked at Bon-Bon and Foxy, who were watching you. You let go of Freddy and glared at the two. Foxy smirked and you snarled.

"You can continue," Bon-Bon commented, lying down and placing his head in his hands.

Freddy slid his hand from your cheek and sat up and on his knees, unintentionally pulling you up with him. He chuckled nervously, blushing brightly. You stared at his lips and opened yours. He quickly pulled his head and arm out from under your shirt. He moved his hands behind himself, propping himself back. You leaned towards Freddy and he leaned back some.

Foxy stepped closer to you two and you eyed him carefully. He was looking between Bon-Bon and Freddy, pointing at him. You heard Bon-Bon snicker behind Freddy and you squinted at Foxy. Foxy looked over at you and winked.

"Now," you heard Bon-Bon whisper.

Foxy smirked and shot towards Freddy. Bon-Bon pulled one hand out from underneath Freddy while Foxy pulled the other. Freddy fell backwards, his legs springing you forward, with you instinctively putting your hands out to catch yourself. Your legs fell underneath you at Freddy's sides. You gasped as your hands landed by Freddy's head, his hands on your sides to hold on to you. You stared wide-eyed at Freddy, who stared back, blushing lightly. He shied away from your close position.

"U-um?" Freddy croaked.

"Um," you responded.

"Now kiss," Bon-Bon and Foxy said dramatically.

You looked up at Bon-Bon and Foxy, then back down to Freddy. Your hair dangled by the sides of your face. Freddy looked at your face, then into your eyes. You looked at his lips, then held his gaze. You looked back at his lips and couldn't move from them. Your breath caught in your throat and you swallowed it, letting yourself lower until your noses touched. Freddy breathed heavily and shook slightly. You closed your eyes and leaned in to kiss him.

"WHAT HAPPENED? Baby shouted, shooting up from the bed.

You sat up and turned towards her. She looked around quickly and gripped onto the blankets. Ballora--who was sitting behind her--put her hands on her shoulders. Baby looked back at Ballora, then to everyone else.

"This close," Bon-Bon hissed, gesturing with his arms.

"What's going on?" Baby asked.

"Me strangling someone is what's about to go on," Bon-Bon growled.

"Calm down, Bon-Bon. There'll be other times," Foxy assured him.

"But--"

"Shh," Foxy comforted Bon-Bon.

Bon-Bon whined. Freddy's grip on your waist tightened some. You looked down at Freddy and he looked back questioningly. You looked around yourself, wondering how you were going to get off him. You sat on the bed beside him and moved your legs to the other side of the bed. You hopped off of it and looked at Freddy, who was lying--motionless--the way he was before. His face was bright red as he stared at the ceiling and you raised an eyebrow.

"Morning, guys," you muttered.

"Good morning," Bon-Bon cheered.

You grabbed a Walmart bag, putting the shampoo, conditioner, and body wash, into it, as well as your toothbrush and toothpaste. You grabbed the same clothes you wore the first time you met the "real" animatronics: the blue flannel shirt and black skinny jeans with cuffs--almost forgetting the Playboy socks. You also grabbed a pair of black underwear--that said "Bite Me" on the front--and a black sports bra.

"Where are you going?" Foxy asked.

"I . . . am going to take a shower," you told him.

You walked into the bathroom and locked the door. You put the hair and body soaps into the bathtub, along with a washcloth. You grabbed a couple towels and hung them on the curtains. You sighed and turned the knobs, putting your wrist under the spout and waiting until you got it to a comfortable temperature. You grabbed your toothbrush and toothpaste and brushed your teeth. After you did that, you stripped down and stepped into the tub and under the water.

~ ~ ~ ~

The warm air of the blow dryer dried your hair and you fixed it like you usually did. Drying off the bottles of soaps, you put them into the Walmart bag. You balled up the washcloth and towels and put them on the counter of the sink--one of the hotel maids would come by later to pick them up.

"Nice and clean," you mumbled, walking out of the bathroom.

"What do we do?" Ballora asked you.

Now that you got a good look at her, you saw that her hair was a mess and her tutu was sideways. Somehow, her makeup was untouched. You bit your lip, holding back a snicker.

"And how are you this morning?" you sniggered.

Ballora glared at you and you backed off. Baby groaned from under the covers. You walked around the bottom of the girls' bed and between the two. You pulled down the blankets and Baby groaned again.

"I take it you're not a morning person," you sniggered.

"I wanna go back to sleep," Baby whined.

"It's . . . 8:43 AM. You can't go back to sleep now." You giggled.

Baby squeaked as you lifted her up and threw her over your shoulder. She hung her arms and whined as you walked to the bottom of the bed, next to everyone else. You set her down and--once again--she groaned. Her hair was a complete mess; most of it was out of her pigtails and tangled up.

"Alright, guys, how about we go out and get you some things?" you suggested.

"Like what?" Foxy asked.

"Like, a toothbrush, toothpaste, brushes, another pair of clothes . . ." you mentioned.

Foxy nodded and you bent down to your suitcase. You grabbed your phone and wallet and put them into your pockets. You walked over to the table that was between the beds and grabbed the keycard.

"What are you doing?" Foxy wondered.

You walked past him and the rest and walked into the bathroom. You grabbed the pants that you had on yesterday and reached into the pockets. You put all the money into your wallet and placed it back into your pocket.

"Your answer?" Foxy insisted.

"We're going out. To get you guys those things," you said, walking in front of everyone.

"Right now?" Foxy snickered, pointing to Baby and Ballora.

"Right after we fix you guys up." You giggled.

You took Baby by the hand and brought her into the bathroom. Ballora followed you. Baby gasped quietly as she saw herself in the mirror.

"Oh, my," Ballora mumbled.

"It's okay, I'll fix you both up," you assured her.

You stood on your tiptoes and took out Ballora's hair tie. You ran your fingers through her hair, loosening it up.

"Ballora, I'm gonna need you to sit on your knees," you murmured.

Ballora sat on her knees and you smiled. You took out her tiara and set it on the counter. You pulled up her hair and tied it up, then put her tiara back on her.

"Alright, I got it. Baby, your turn."

Ballora stood up and looked at herself in the mirror; she smiled. You took out Baby's hair and she shook her head, loosening it up some. You parted her hair in the back and draped each side on each shoulder. You stood on one side of Baby and pulled up that side of her hair, pulling out the strands like it was before. You tied up that side and went to her other side. You did the same with that side and looked into the mirror at her.

"You guys are all fixed up. Let me just . . ." you said and straightened out Ballora's tutu.

"What's taking so long," Foxy griped, poking his head into the bathroom.

"We're done. Come here," you insisted.

"Why me?" Foxy wondered, walking towards you.

You fixed his hair, just swiping your hand through it, making sure it was all on one side. Foxy looked down at you as you straightened out his tie. It didn't take much to fix him back up.

"Was that really necessary?" Foxy grumbled.

"Yes. Now, it's Freddy's turn," you said, walking out of the bathroom.

"My turn for what?" Freddy fretted.

"There's nothing to worry about." You smiled, walking towards him.

Freddy stepped back into the bed and sat on the corner of it. You walked up to him and looked at his hair. Foxy, Baby, and Ballora, stayed in the bathroom, looking at themselves in the mirror. You ran your fingers through Freddy's hair, shaking it and loosening it up. There was nothing really wrong with his hair, being that it was supposed to be messy, but you just wanted to be in contact with him.

"U-um?" Freddy mumbled, blushing.

"I've almost got it," you stated.

You ran both your hands through his hair and Freddy closed one of his eyes. You smiled softly as you finished messing with it. You stepped back and bent down to him. He blushed brighter as you messed with his bowtie. You tightened it some and straightened it out. Freddy looked into your eyes as you fixed his collar. You paused when you noticed the soft look he was giving you.

"We all ready?" Foxy blurted, walking out of the bathroom.

"Yep," you responded, standing back up and turning towards him.

Bon-Bon snickered as he crawled onto Freddy's shoulder. Freddy looked at him and sighed. You grabbed the black drawstring bag from your suitcase and walked in front of Freddy and Bon-Bon, sticking it out. Bon-Bon looked at the bag, then to you.

"Get in," you told him.

"Get in?" Bon-Bon complained.

"Yeah. Look, a puppet talking and moving on its own is a little peculiar. And by a little, I mean a lot," you confessed.

"I can stay on Freddy's hand," Bon-Bon responded.

"Well, carrying a puppet around is . . . weird," you croaked.

"And four people with white, blue, and red hair, isn't? What about the fact that the two males are wearing ties and almost exactly the same outfits? Or that one of the women are wearing only a tutu and a bra? Huh?" Bon-Bon argued.

"Um . . . You make a good point.  Fine, Freddy can carry you around, but do not move from his hand."

Bon-Bon squealed and crawled down Freddy's arm. Freddy picked Bon-Bon up and put him on his hand. You tossed the bag into your suitcase.

"Alright, let's go!"

~ ~ ~ ~

"Have a nice day," you said to the cashier as Foxy finished putting the bags into the cart.

"Hey, aren't you (Y/N)?" the cashier asked.

"Do I know you?" you wondered.

"Yeah, I'm Travis. From the party," Travis said.

"Oh! Right. Hello, Travis."

"Hi, (Y/N). How about we chat for a few minutes?" he suggested, then winked at you.

"Sure," you giggled.

"So, is this your family?" Travis asked.

"Oh, no. These are my friends," you said.

"They sure are an odd bunch," he chuckled.

"Yeah. But I love 'em," you gushed.

"So, at that party, I was gonna ask you something. Before that crazy animatronic jumped on us."

"Oh, yeah . . . But, what was it you were going to ask?"

"I was gonna ask if you wanted to go out sometime?" Travis crowed.

"Oh, well, I--"

"Are you seriously trying to make a move on (Y/N)?" Bon-Bon sputtered as he dragged Freddy beside you.

"Hey, that looks like that animatronic's puppet," Travis said coolly.

"Yeah, the name's Bon-Bon! Answer the question!" Bon-Bon growled.

"Cool puppet, man," Travis observed.

"Oh, thanks," Freddy stammered.

"Yeah, I think it's time for my friends and I to leave," you laughed nervously.

"Wait, what about that date?" Travis winked.

"Seriously, dude! Step off!" Bon-Bon snapped.

"Excuse me?" Travis laughed, then glared at Freddy.

"I-I didn't really mean it. I-It was just a joke," Freddy denied.

"Freddy may not've meant it, but I did. Back off Freddy's girl," Bon-Bon hissed.

"Freddy? Isn't that the name of that animatronic? Actually, you guys kind of look like the whole group," Travis snickered.

"Yeah, but that doesn't matter! Don't talk to (Y/N) again!" Bon-Bon demanded.

"Look, buddy, I've given you plenty of chances to just walk away. But now, I'm gonna have to tell you to back off," Travis growled, rolling up his sleeves.

"Woah! Travis, honestly, it was just a joke. Right, guys?" you stammered.

"You wanna go?" Bon-Bon barked.

"Is this guy serious?" Travis laughed, looking to you.

"No! He is not." You glared at Bon-Bon.

"If you think you can take (Y/N) from Freddy, then, yeah, I'm dead serious," Bon-Bon ranted.

"That's it!" Travis shouted, walking from behind the cash register and towards Freddy.

"Hey!" Foxy snapped, pulling Travis to look at him.

"You wanna go, too?" Travis barked.

"Is that a threat?" Foxy scoffed.

"I don't know, is it?" Travis sassed.

"I hope it is! I really wanna slice a bitch!" Bon-Bon snickered.

"I'll take you both on!" Travis roared, taking off his shirt and throwing it to the floor.

"O-kay! Look, we were just leaving," you interrupted.

"I can't believe you put up with these dumbasses," Travis jeered.

"Dumbasses?" You stared at him.

"Yeah," Travis said, glaring at Foxy and Freddy.

"Foxy, Freddy, how about you guys just forget about this whole thing . . . because, when I'm done, Travis won't be able to," you growled, rolling up your sleeves.

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