You reached over and opened the door for Molten Freddy. They lifted themselves into the truck, taking a few seconds to get all of their cables inside. You started the truck as they shut their door.

"So-o, where- . . . Are you-ou crying?" Foxy wondered.

"N-no." You turned your face away from him. "I'm not crying."

A cable grabbed your chin and turned you back to the others. You jerked away from it.

"Why are-are you cry-crying?"

"I'm n--"

"Don't-on't try to-to tell me-e that you're not. What-at's wrong?" Foxy slid closer to you.

"I- . . . I'm supposed to be mad, not sad, god damn it!" you shouted and hit the steering wheel as tears welled up in your eyes.

"About wh-what? Ja-ames? You should-ould-ould be mad!" Foxy insisted.

"I know--"

"Why-y are you s-sad be-becau-ause of tha-at ass-hole?" he sneered.

"I just- . . . I trusted him for so many years. I thought he was my friend," you croaked, staring ahead.

You felt a pair of arms snake their way around your waist. You looked down to see Foxy hugging you. He had his head turned away from you, though--like the tsundere he was.

You put your hand on his head, smiling. He growled lowly in response. Suddenly, his hold got much tighter.

"I lo-ove hugs!" You could tell it was Freddy.

"Not so tight, though," you chuckled nervously.

"That's-at's the on-ly kinds of-of hugs I know-ow, though-ough!" he laughed.

"Well, it's kind of hurting." You tried to squirm from his grasp.

"Oh, I-I'm sorry-y," he gasped, releasing you.

"It's okay," you assured him. "They're just too much for me: . . . your bear hugs."

"Hm-m?" Freddy tilted his head. " . . . Oh-oh, I get-et it: because I'm a-a-a bear!"

You nodded, smiling. "Yeah. My body's just too weak to compare."

"It's too-oo so-oft," Freddy murmured, poking your side with his finger.

"Don't!" you blurted as you flinched.

Freddy jerked his hand back. He paused for a second, before giggling slyly. He slowly inched his hand towards you, his fingers wiggling.

"No!" you barked, scooting away from him. "Don't you fucking dare!"

"Tickle, t-tickle, ti-i-ickle!" he sang.

You attempted to open the door to leave, but wires grabbed your arms and pulled you to Freddy. He began to assault you with merciless tickles. You laughed out, attempting to squirm from his grasp.

"Stop it!" you shrieked. "Freddy!"

"What's-at's wrong?" he snickered.

"Fucking, stop!"

You managed to grab his hands and push them away, but he just used wires to continue. You kicked at him, but your legs were pinned down. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you laughed harder.

"Freddy, stop! I can't- . . . I can't fucking breathe!" you wheezed.

He started to ease up, then came to a stop. You chuckled, catching your breath. You quickly pushed his arms and wires away and sat up before he could start again.

"Okay, you had your fun, Freddy. We need to go now, or James will think something's wrong," you suggested, putting up your hands.

"Hmm-mm . . . Alright-ighty then!" Freddy exclaimed, pulling himself away from you.

You let out a sigh of relief, buckling up and pressing your foot against the brakes. You set the truck in reverse and backed out of the parking space.

"So, I need you guys to be calm for just a bit. I've never driven this before, so it's gonna take me a second to adjust to it," you told the rest, trailing your fingers up and down the side of the steering wheel.

Freddy nodded his head spastically. You smiled, nodding back.

"Also, you guys kinda have to lay low because it's morning, and there's bound to be people out. You guys can't be seen," you added.

Barely anyone was out, though, since it was morning, but you didn't want to take a chance. You turned out of the parking lot and started down the street.

"Red-ed light!" Freddy exclaimed, pointing ahead.

"Yep."

You came to a stop in front of the lights. You stared at them, waiting. The lights to the sides turned red.

"Hey, Freddy, watch this: 3, 2, 1, green light!"

The light turned green, and Freddy gasped. You started forward.

"How-how'd you do-o th-that?" he wondered in awe.

"Magic," you crowed smugly, winking at him.

"Woah-oah!" Freddy gushed. "That-at's so- Hm . . . ? O-oh."

"What is it?" you wondered, glancing over at him.

"Oh- That's so-so cool-ool!" Freddy gushed, clasping their hands together.

"Oh, thank you," you chuckled, smiling.

"Quit fuel-fueling her e-go, will-ill you, Fred-Freddy," Foxy scoffed.

"What does that--"

"L-let them have-ave their fun, Fo-xy. I think it's cute," Ballora hushed him.

"It's not-ot fun, i-it's stupid," Foxy sneered, folding his arms.

"What do you think is cute?" You furrowed your eyebrows and pursed your lips.

"He--"

"I told Freddy what you-ou were pulling-ing." Foxy pointed a finger at you.

"Asswipe." You huffed, frowning as you glared at him.

"Freddy want-anted to play a-long with you-ou to make you-you feel-eel good," Ballora pointed out.

"Aw, that's sweet," you cooed, smiling softly. "Wait . . . Freddy, your pants are on fire!"

"What-at? My pa-ants are-are on fire-ire?" Freddy started to panic, looking down. "Wait a s-second, I don't w-w-wear pants."

"She's point-pointing out tha-at you lied, id-idiot," Foxy jeered, twirling his finger at the side of his head.

"Piss off, Foxy," you snapped, waving your hand at him. "Thank you, Freddy, for trying to make me feel better."

Freddy nodded, giggling some. You directed your attention back to the road, happy that you were actually still on the road. You suddenly noticed the music that was playing faintly on the radio and gasped.

"Do you remember this song?" You hoped, turning up the volume.

"It's Fresh-esh Eyes by An-dy Grammer," they replied.

"You actually remem--" You noticed that it was Foxy speaking--"Wait . . . Oh."

"I re-remember i-it."

"You do?" you gasped. "I mean- Uhh- How?"

"From ba-ack when Bon-Bon tried to re-remind Freddy about you by reciting lit-iterally every single-single fuck-ing, thing that-at's ever ha-happened betwee-een the two-two of you-ou," Foxy hissed, pressing his fingers into his temples.

"Oh." You slumped your shoulders.

"'Let's j-just say: the qual-quality of your-our front-ont camera is spot-less,' " he mocked, flailing his hands dramatically.

"Yeah, what did they mean by that? Were they staring at my breasts?" you questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"No, you per-erv. They were talk-ing about how-ow they could-ould see you and-and your face and how 'beau-tiful' you w-were," Foxy sneered.

You blushed a bit out of embarrassment. "Oh . . . that's cute."

"Any-ways, are we there ye-et?" Foxy grunted, leaning against the seat.

"Actually, we almost are," you noted, gesturing your finger up from the steering wheel.

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"Alright, we're here!" you announced, pulling into a driveway.

"This-is is the p-place?" Ballora wondered. "It loo-ks quite ni-ice."

"Yeah, it-it'd be a-a shame if some-one were to tra-a-ash it," Foxy snickered.

"It would be, but nobody is going to," you grumbled, glaring at him as you parked inside the garage.

"What makes-akes you so-so sure about th-that?" Foxy sassed, glaring back.

"Nobody is going to trash this place, Foxy," you snapped. "I won't let you."

"Why do you-you e-ven care?" Foxy hissed.

"Because I could get in trouble with the police for it," you argued, turning off the engine.

Foxy opened his mouth to say something, but then shut it, grunting. He folded his arms.

"Let's go in, then. I need to find my suitcase. I think it's under the bed, or in the closet," you mused, putting your finger to your chin as you hopped out of the truck.

Molten Freddy lifted themselves out of the truck and onto the roof. They crawled over it to "walk" beside you.

You used the key to unlock the door. You walked in and ushered the others in, then shut the door behind them. You held up your finger, gesturing for them to wait.

"Is anyone here?" you called out loudly and waited for a reply; the others gave you an inquisitive look. "I'm just making sure nobody's here."

"Where-ere is it we need-need to go?" Freddy questioned, looking around.

"Upstairs to the guest room," you replied.

Molten Freddy latched on to the ceiling and lifted themselves up, grabbing you and picking you up along with them. You yelped, clinging on to them.

"What are you doing?" you sputtered.

"Where-ere to?" Freddy swung his head side to side.

"Over there."

You pointed towards an archway. He swung along the ceiling and ducked under the bow. He looked over, and upon seeing the stairs, "oh"ed. He quickly crawled up them, making you tighten your grip around his neck.

"Okay, you can put me down, now," you chuckled nervously.

"Where's the-the guest-uest room? I can-an put you down in-in there."

You pointed him to the room, and he swung over. He opened the door and set you down in the room, lowering behind you.

"Thank you," you sighed, getting your footing back.

Freddy slid under the bed, making you chuckle. He rustled the things underneath it, searching for your suitcase. A couple seconds later, he pulled himself out, along with the suitcase.

"What is-is i-it you need-eed to pack?"

"Pretty much everything."

You shuffled over to the dresser and opened a drawer. Cables started grabbing clothes from it and throwing it in the suitcase that was now open and on the bed. They worked their way down, emptying the dresser.

Meanwhile, you made your way over to the closet to grab the things from there. You opened the door to take a quick look. Before you could grab anything, a cable beat you to it, pulling things out.

"Not everything is mine in here, Fred," you pointed out.

The cables recoiled, reaching over and grabbing the suitcase. They lifted it over to you, holding it open for you. You huffed a chuckle, starting by pulling your things from the top shelf.

"Everything in the desk and bedside drawers are mine, though."

Freddy took the hint, grabbing the things from them. It didn't take but a few minutes for you to rid the guest room of everything that was yours.

"Is that-at every-thing?" Freddy asked as he rocked the suitcase.

"Can we-we trash the pl-place now?" Foxy butted in.

"Foxy, there will be no 'trashing' the place," you scolded him

"Oh, come-ome o-on," he groaned, throwing his head back.

"There's just the stuff in the bathroom, though, Freddy," you answered him, changing the topic. "I'll probably have to get those."

"Let's-et's go, th-then."

Freddy reached over and grabbed your wrist, pulling you along out into the hall. He waited, and you guided him towards the bathroom. You grabbed what things were yours and tossed them carelessly into the suitcase.

You sighed. "That should be it."

"Where is-is it you're liv-iving?" one of them asked.

"Um, not here," you replied, scratching the back of your neck.

Foxy turned to glare at you. "I would hope-ope no-ot. Do you live in an-an-an apartme-ent or some-thing?"

"An apartment, yeah." You nodded.

"We're head-heading there ne-xt."

"What? Why?"

"To pack your-our things from the-e-ere."

"Why?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"So you-ou can live-live with u-us!" Freddy answered, putting up his arms.

"At the pizzeria?" You scratched the back of your neck nervously.

"You've do-ne it be-efore," Foxy sassed.

"I was forced to," you sassed back, folding your arms.

"You-ou- . . . I-I-I- . . ."

You raised an eyebrow, somewhat smugly. He didn't know how to reply, so he shut his mouth, glaring at you.

"Why do you even want me to?" you questioned, squinting.

"I- We-e don't want-ant any-thing to happen-happen to you-ou again," Foxy answered, huffing.

"Al-so, you'll be free-ee of rent at-at the pizzeria," Ballora pointed out.

"A-a-and you can sp-spend all-all your time with u-u-us!" Freddy exclaimed excitedly. "We can-can play-ay games, sing songs . . . play more-ore-ore games, and then-en spend more time-time together!"

You laughed. "Fine, fine. I'll go over there. I'll have to tell my landlord, though, . . . and give them a 'week's notice.' "