"That was so cool!" Bon-Bon crowed.

"Guys, it's nothing to brag about. He just insulted you guys and I lost my temper," you objected, trying to focus on the road.

"Yeah, but you were so badass. You punched him flat in the face and kicked him in the stomach. Then he stumbled back and looked at you all shocked as your hair lifted. When he started to come towards you, you lifted yourself up and flew towards him. You then grabbed his wrist, glided between his legs and flipped him over. Then--"

"Foxy, you don't have to repeat the whole scene," you griped.

"But he was just getting to the good part. The part where Travis got pissed off and stood up. When he went to punch you, you grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards you as you side-kicked him in the face. He stumbled back, and then he went to ram into you, but you just floated over him. When he turned around and glared at you, you did this cool glitchy laugh. While you had your head back, laughing, he rammed into you and pushed you into the cash register. And then, you elbowed him in the back and he fell to his knees. You grabbed his hair, pulled up his head and pushed it down as you kneed him in the face. Then he fell back and passed out. IT WAS SO COOL!" Bon-Bon bragged.

"Then you sighed and your hair fell back into place, and you said, 'Let's go guys.' You were so cool, and hot . . . I MEAN- You were so cool." Freddy chuckled nervously.

You giggled, blushing, as you pulled into the parking lot of the hotel. After parking, you turned off the car. Everyone piled out and you and Foxy went to the back to get the bags.

~ ~ ~ ~

You walked out of the elevator with all the bags in your hands. Foxy decided to give you his when you told him to push the 3rd floor button. You walked down the hallway with everyone close behind. As you got to room 105, you struggled to reach into your pocket and grab the keycard.

"Freddy," you groaned.

"Yeah?" Freddy wondered.

"Reach into my pocket and grab my keycard," you told him.

"O-okay," Freddy stuttered.

You pulled your arms back as Freddy stepped beside you. Freddy blushed brightly as he stuck his hand into your front pocket. Freddy searched around your pocket and hummed questioningly.

"I think it's in my other pocket," you suggested.

Freddy walked in front of you and reached into your other pocket, blushing madly. Bon-Bon crawled onto Freddy's shoulder.

"Maybe you should check her back pockets. Reach into both of them, just to save time," Bon-Bon snickered.

"O-oh," Freddy mumbled.

Freddy slowly reached behind you and Bon-Bon snickered. Bon-Bon crawled onto Freddy's back and jumped off of him, pushing him into you. The side of Freddy's face fell against your stomach and he put his fingers around your belt loops to catch himself. You looked down at him and he looked back up at you. Freddy breathed heavily as you gave him a soft smile.

"I got it," Bon-Bon snickered as the door clicked.

Freddy stood up and stepped back, but his fingers remained around your belt loops. Freddy gasped as he stumbled back against the wall and pulled you close to him. Foxy grabbed the bags out of your hands and smirked. Him, Baby, and Ballora, walked into the room, leaving you and Freddy in the hallway--chest to chest. Freddy froze, holding your eye contact. You wanted so badly to kiss him right there, but you two were in the middle of a public place.

"Okay," you whispered, grabbing Freddy's wrists and slowly pulling them from your belt loops.

You let go of Freddy's hands as they reached your sides, and they dropped to his. You looked down and twiddled your thumbs. Freddy opened his mouth to apologize, but you quickly kissed him on the cheek and walked into the room. Freddy stood--shocked--as his heart pounded in his head.

"So, tell me every detail." Bon-Bon giggled, jumping from the bed onto your shoulder.

"I just kissed him on the cheek." You rolled your eyes.

You heard a squeal from the hallway and Bon-Bon raised an eyebrow as he snickered, "Oh, really?"

"Yes, really. Anyways, what do you guys want to eat?" you asked.

"Chinese!" Foxy yelled.

"Chinese," Baby blurted, almost simultaneously.

"Okay, then," you mumbled as Freddy walked in and shut the door.

"What is it?" Freddy asked, blushing lightly at your eye contact.

"We're ordering Chinese again," you told him.

"Ooh," Freddy squealed.

~ ~ ~ ~

Ballora, Baby, Foxy, and Freddy, grabbed their bags of brushes, toothbrushes, and toothpastes. You had bought their pajamas while they were looking through the dental aisle, so those bags were separate. You guided Ballora into the bathroom and shut the door. Ballora gave you her bag and you grabbed the packet of makeup remover. Ballora didn't know why she needed them, though, nor did she know what they were used for.

"What do I do with those?" Ballora asked.

"These are used to remove your makeup. If you don't clean off your makeup before bed, it can mess with your face," you told her as you opened the packet and held it out to her.

"How?" Ballora asked after she grabbed one.

"Just wipe your eyelids, cheeks, and lips, with it. Make sure not to get any in your eyes or mouth."

Ballora closed her eyes and wiped her eyelids, like you said. She opened them back and looked at the wipe--to see nothing on it--then to herself in the mirror. She turned to you and you raised an eyebrow.

"I don't think it's coming off," Ballora murmured.

"It isn't. Why not?" You hummed. "Maybe it's just part of your face, since it's part of your animatronic face."

She wiped her lips, then got some liquid in her mouth and shuddered. "Ew," she shuddered.

"Yeah, I told you. It's nasty," you chuckled.

"Bleh," Ballora hissed.

You grabbed the wipe from Ballora and dropped it into the trash. Ballora grabbed her bag and looked to you.

"Alright, guys! You can come in now," you exclaimed.

"About time," Foxy griped, walking into the bathroom, with everyone else following him.

"Okay, now we need to brush our teeth. I'll show you guys first, then you guys can brush your teeth. One by one, though, to keep from it being too crowded," you said.

You grabbed your toothbrush and toothpaste from the sink. Everyone grabbed theirs from their bags and looked at them peculiarly.

"Um, they seem to be contained," Baby stated.

"Oh, well, you just . . . Here," you said, gently grabbing them from her hands.

You peeled the cardboard off of the toothbrush container, while everyone mirrored you. You opened up the toothpaste box and took the tube out. You handed Baby her stuff and grabbed your toothbrush. You turned on the faucet and stuck the brush under it.

"First, you wanna get the brush wet."

"Get the brush wet," you heard Foxy snicker from behind you.

You turned and glared at him. You grunted and grabbed your toothpaste. You put the toothpaste on your brush and looked back to the others.

"Like I just did, you'll want to squeeze a bit on to the tip of it," you instructed.

"Squeeze what? Pfft. On to the tip of what?" Foxy snickered.

"Squeeze the toothpaste, on to the tip of the brush," you growled.

"Oh, okay. Now I understand," Foxy blurted.

"Okay, then. Next, you brush the top of your teeth, the front and back of your teeth, and your tongue. Also, don't ingest any of the toothpaste," you explained.

You turned towards everyone and did as you said, brushing the top, front, and back, of your teeth, then your tongue. You spit the foam into the sink and rinsed off your toothbrush. You put some water into your mouth and rinsed it, spitting the water into the sink afterwards.

"After that, just get a handful of water and swish it around in your mouth, and then spit it out," you added.

"Is that it?" Ballora asked.

"Pretty much. Who wants to go first?"

"Eh, I guess I can go first," Foxy mumbled.

Foxy turned on the water and put his toothbrush under it. He grabbed the toothpaste and squeezed a bit on to it, snickering as he did so. He stuck the toothbrush into his mouth and brushed his teeth, doing as you said. After he rinsed his mouth out and his toothbrush off, everyone else lined up. Baby, Ballora, then Freddy, did as Foxy did and as you said.

"Good job, guys. Now we need to brush our hair," you said, grabbing your brush.

"What about my bun?" Ballora wondered.

"Right," you muttered.

You walked to Ballora and she turned around so you could take out the tie. You went to Baby and took the hair ties out of hers. She shook her head and smiled up at you. You turned back and grabbed your brush.

"Now, just run the brush through your hair."

You brushed your hair, watching as Foxy and Freddy did so--easily. Baby and Ballora cringed as the brush pulled at their hair.

"Ow," Baby mumbled as she tried pulling the brush from her hair.

"Uh, here. Divide your hair in half and drape each side on each shoulder. Then, grab the top of each group tightly and brush out the edges. Then, let go and brush the rest. When you've brushed each side, push your hair back and brush it then," you suggested.

Baby and Ballora looked to each other, then to you. They did as you said, separating their hair and carefully brushing it. They smiled happily as the brush was no longer ripping their hair from their scalps.

"That's much easier. And a lot less painful." Baby sighed.

"Alright, now we will change into our pajamas. We'll each change one at a time, and while nobody else is in the same room," you said.

"Can't you and Freddy change at the same time?" Foxy snickered.

"Ehm . . . You'll have to remove your shirt, pants, socks, and your shoes. But keep on your underwear, and for Ballora, keep on your top as well," you said.

"You didn't answer my question," Foxy teased you.

"What do they look like?" Baby asked.

"You'll see. Ballora, you'll go first. I'll be right back," you said.

You hopped out of the bathroom and to the bed where the bags were set at. You grabbed Ballora's bag and ran back into the bathroom. You handed Ballora her clothes and ushered everyone out. You closed the door and listened for Ballora.

"Are you going to answer my question?" Foxy snickered.

"Nope," you admitted.

"How do I do this?" Ballora wondered, talking through the door.

"You put your legs through the bottom, and then your arms into the sleeves. Then, you zip it up," you responded.

"Oh, okay," you heard Ballora mumble.

The door opened up and you stepped back. Ballora walked out in the Espeon onesie and matching slippers that you bought her.

"What is it?" Ballora wondered, looking down at herself.

"It's Espeon. From Pokémon," you gushed.

"My turn," Baby squealed quietly.

You grabbed Baby's bag and handed it to her. She sprinted into the bathroom and shut the door. You heard her laugh, then groan.

"Are you okay, Baby?" you wondered.

"I'm stuck," Baby whined.

"What do you mean?" you snickered.

"I need your help," Baby pleaded.

You opened the door a bit and stepped into the bathroom. You burst out laughing at the scene. Baby had her hands up, with her crop top halfway off and over her head--you could see that she had a red and white sports bra on underneath it. Baby huffed and stomped her foot, the bell on her shoe jingling.

"Get me out of here," Baby hissed through gritted teeth.

"Okay, okay," you laughed.

You stepped up to Baby and lifted up the crop top. She yanked the shirt from your hands and covered herself up, shooing you off. You put your hands up and opened the door a bit. You slid out and shut the door.

"What happened?" Foxy asked.

"She literally got stuck when she was taking off her shirt. Her arms were sticking out the top and everything," you responded.

"Pfft," Foxy snickered.

The door opened up and Baby jumped out, putting her hands in the air. She wore the cute, red fox onesie you got her, along with the black claw slippers.

"Oh, you look adorable," Ballora observed.

"You really think so?" Baby asked, blushing.

"I'm next!" Foxy stated.

You handed Foxy his bag, snickering. Foxy raised an eyebrow, but took it and went into the bathroom. You heard clothes drop, then a pause.

"ARE YOU SERIOUS?" Foxy barked.

You held back laughter as the door slammed open. Foxy stomped out in just his boxers. Your eyes widened, and Ballora covered Baby's eyes. Baby struggled to pry Ballora's hand off her, but stopped when Ballora gently patted her shoulder. Foxy held up the pretty alicorn onesie you bought him and pointed to it.

"THIS . . . IS WHAT YOU GOT ME?" Foxy growled.

"Yeah, but you're forgetting the pretty, pink unicorn slippers," you snickered.

"I am not wearing this," Foxy hissed.

"Oh, come on. Foxy, to wear something that would shatter your dignity, and not be ashamed about it, proves that you're a real man," you explained.

Foxy looked at you, then to the onesie. He rolled his eyes, groaning, and stomped back into the bathroom. The door slammed and Baby huffed. Ballora took her hands off Baby's eyes.

"Why'd you do that?" Baby griped.

"To save your innocence," Ballora stated.

"I'm not a kid." Baby huffed.

"You're as short as one," Ballora replied snarkily.

Baby blushed brightly, frowning. You snickered, and Foxy walked out of the bathroom. You opened up your mouth to say something, but Foxy's glare stopped you. You smiled softly at him and his glare stabbed you in between the eyes.

"Now it's yours and Freddy's turn," Foxy growled.

"Both of us?" Freddy squeaked.

"Yeah," you said as you grabbed the bag and walked into the bathroom.

"A-At the same time? In the same room?" Freddy worried as Foxy pushed him into the bathroom with you.

Foxy snickered and closed the door. You locked it as Freddy stared down at his feet. You turned to look at Freddy and you smiled.

"I got us matching Stitch and Angel onesies. We can put them on at the same time, that way we both get to see each other," you said.

"I-I'm just gonna face th-this way and stare at the curtain while you change," Freddy croaked.

You grabbed Freddy's onesie and set the bag onto the sink counter. You put your arms around Freddy and he tensed as you hugged him. You opened Freddy's hands and gave him his onesie. You slid your hands back and walked back to the bag. Freddy let out a sigh and looked down to his onesie.

"Wait, why is mine pink?" Freddy turned back.

He blushed brightly and quickly turned away, seeing as you were taking off your jeans. He frowned, looking down at his pink onesie. He heard you grunt, and he was about to ask what was wrong.

"Son of a bitch! I was making fun of Baby for it, and now- God, damn it!" you growled.

"What's wrong?" Freddy worried.

You sighed. "Could you help me?"

"With what?" Freddy asked, turning some.

"My shirt," you whined.

"What about it?" Freddy turned around, looking at the ground.

"It's-  . . . stuck," you stammered bashfully.

Freddy looked up at you and his heart skipped a beat. He tried to avert his gaze from the rest of your body, to see that your shirt was stuck over your head. Freddy walked up to you and helped you try to pull it up.

"Ow, ow. Uhm, try unbuttoning it," you murmured.

"Are you able to pull it back down?" Freddy wondered.

"I can't. Try unbuttoning it, if you can," you told him.

Freddy reached his hand over your entangled arms. He fumbled with a button, then got it unfastened. Once he got a few unbuttoned, you were able to finally yank the top over your head. You sighed, pulling your arms out and throwing the shirt on the ground.

"Thanks," you cheered, looking up at him; you raised an eyebrow, noticing his cherry red face and his worried look. "What's wrong?"

Freddy glanced down at you, then looked towards the ceiling. You looked down and realized what was wrong. You blushed brightly and backed up some.

"Well, then, I'll just get dressed. Then, you can change," you mumbled.

You turned around and grabbed your onesie, pulling it on and zipping it up. You turned back to Freddy and smiled nervously at him. You pointed to his onesie and he looked down at it, then to you.

"Well, aren't you going to turn around?" Freddy muttered.

"Um, no," you responded.

"B-But--"

"Hey, you got to see me half naked, now it's my turn. Besides, I don't mind," you told him.

Freddy gulped and looked down. He slipped off his shoes and pulled off his socks. He grabbed his onesie and held it in front of him. You heard his pants drop, and he quickly stepped into them, putting the sleeves on and zipping it up. Then, he stuck his arms into the onesie, and you watched as his arms moved around. His hand then popped back out and he reached into the front of his onesie to pull his shirt out.

"What?" you mumbled.

"Don't forget the slippers," Freddy murmured as he avoided your eye contact.

He bent down and grabbed his slippers. You put on your slippers and unlocked the door. You walked up to Freddy as he was putting on his slippers. As he started to stand up, you grabbed his collar and pulled him up to you, getting ready to kiss him.

"(Y/N)!" Foxy shouted as he burst through the door, interrupting you.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?" you barked.

"We've got big problems," he quavered.

"Like what?" you hissed.

"The police. They're at the door." He gulped.

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