You stretched and yawned, a low groan coming from your throat as you sat up. You reached underneath the pillow to grab your phone, but when you didn't feel it, you lifted up the pillow. When you didn't see it, you started to panic, searching between the cushions, and underneath the couch. You quickly stood up and rushed through the kitchen, and up the steps.

You opened the hatch and stepped onto the Show Stage, closing it behind you. The animatronics were standing on stage, as if they were ordinary animatronics. You walked in front of them, and they turned their heads to look at you.

"Where's my phone?" you blurted spastically.

"Oh, here," Toy Chica muttered as she grabbed your phone off her plate and stuck it out to you; you quickly swiped it out of her hand, and looked at it in relief.

"Why'd you have my phone?" you grumbled as you glared up at her.

"Oh, me and Mangle were trying to do this thing, that we saw a few kids doing. I think it was called a 'selfie,' but we couldn't seem to touch your phone like they did with theirs," she explained as you put your phone in your pocket.

"You were trying to take a selfie?" you sneered.

"Yeah, that's what all the cool kids are doing nowadays, right?" she asked, and you sneered.

"Oh, geez, you sound like an old woman," you chuckled. "You couldn't do anything with my phone, because you don't have any fingertips."

"Yeah I do," Toy Chica told you as she held up her fingers.

"No, I mean fleshy fingertips," you tried to explain, and Toy Bonnie snorted. "You know what I mean."

"What do you plan on doing for the rest of the day?" Mangle wondered from above you, and you looked up at her.

"Well, I haven't had much time to relax, in over a week. I think I'm gonna go back down in the employees' lounge, get ready for the day, and then relax for a few," you replied.

"Oh, okay. I guess the rest of us can stay up here."

"Actually, I think I'm gonna go down with her," Toy Bonnie said as he looked over at you.

"Oh?" you questioned nervously.

"I mean, if it's okay with you. We can relax together," he added.

"Mm- I guess," you mumbled as you scratched the back of your neck.

Toy Bonnie opened the hatch and happily gestured for you to walk down first. You walked past him and started down the steps. You waved the rest goodbye, and Toy Chica winked at the two of you; you scoffed playfully as Toy Bonnie's ears fell back. You walked through the kitchen as Toy Bonnie closed the hatch.

You walked into the employees' lounge and over to the couch; you slid your suitcase out and pulled some things out to get ready for the rest of the day, including your toothbrush and toothpaste, your brush, and a few other things. You made sure to stuff your blanket and pillows in your suitcase, as you would probably forget them later. As Toy Bonnie walked through the swinging doors, you passed him and walked back into the kitchen. He huffed, but decided to just wait for you.

He walked up to the couch and sat down. After a few seconds, Toy Bonnie shifted uncomfortably, and decided to scoot over some, giving you the room to sit against the arm of the couch when you came back. He nodded as he looked around impatiently. When his eyes scanned the inside of your suitcase, he quickly averted his eyes, not wanting to be nosey.

A few minutes later, you walked through the doors, and Toy Bonnie's ears perked up. He looked at you happily, and you smiled at him. When you got to your suitcase, you put everything back up, and took out a book, before sliding it back underneath the couch. You plopped down on the sofa and leaned against the arm, folding your legs to the side.
Toy Bonnie looked over at you, and you opened your book; you hadn't read into it yet, so you thought the beginning would be a good place to start. As you began to read, Toy Bonnie scooted closer to you; when you didn't do anything, he moved closer. A smile formed on your face as you watched him out of the corner of your eye. He coughed nervously, and you started back on your book.

He drummed his fingers on his thighs, feeling slightly uncomfortable in the silence. He glanced over at you, to see you almost completely focused on your book. Toy Bonnie opened his mouth to say something, but he hesitated.

". . . S-so, how'd you sleep?" Toy Bonnie quavered, and you looked up at him.

"Um, pretty good," you muttered, and he nodded; you waited for a second, before turning your attention back to your book.

"I-I like your shirt," he said nervously, and you slowly looked over at him.

". . . You've already told me that," you said as you raised an eyebrow; you sighed as you closed your book, and you turned towards him. "Is something wrong?"

" 'Is something wrong?' No, why would there be anything wrong?" Toy Bonnie sputtered anxiously.

"Why do you keep trying to make talk?" you wondered.

"Well, isn't not talking, like, a bad sign? You know, for a relationship?" he worried as his ears fell over.

"First of all, we don't have the kind of relationship you're talking about. And second, sometimes silence can be a good thing; it means that you're comfortable enough around someone, that you don't feel the need to carry on a conversation," you explained, and then mumbled, "I thought this was a 'comfortable silence.' "

"No, I just thought our silence was a bad thing. We can go back to it now, if you'd like," he said sheepishly, and you nodded.

Toy Bonnie's ears perked up, and you turned back towards the chair arm, opening your book. You began to continue reading, and Toy Bonnie looked over at you. His eyes zoomed in to look at your face, noticing how your eyes slowly moved left to right, how your nose curved, and how your lips seemed soft as they twitched slightly with emotion. You looked over, noticing his intent staring, and you smiled as you started back on your reading; Toy Bonnie's eyes dilated as he blushed lightly, and he looked the other way.

He glanced back over at you and couldn't help but gaze at you. He noted your hair, and before he knew what he was doing, he reached to touch it. You flinched as his fingers grazed your hair, and he jerked his hand away. You looked over at him, to see him blushing, and you smiled softly. His ears fell over as you scooted towards him and turned away, gesturing for him to continue.

Toy Bonnie pulled his right knee up as he turned towards you. He carefully felt your hair as you continued reading. He trailed his fingers up your scalp, through your hair, and you shivered as a chill ran up your back; Toy Bonnie snorted at your reaction. He gently ran his fingers through your hair, pulling it all back. He hummed questioningly, and started grabbing strands of your hair. You scrunched your eyebrows when he ran his hands between your hair and tried to fluff it out. You opened your mouth to say something, but you stopped yourself and sighed.

"Don't question my process, woman," Toy Bonnie insisted, and you furrowed your eyebrows as you glared ahead.

You decided not to "question" his "process," and you focused back on your book. He combed your hair with his fingers, careful not to pull any. As he continued to play with your hair, you relaxed, and you closed your eyes; he didn't notice when you closed your book as well. You almost felt like drifting off to sleep, and you swayed forward. When you jerked back up, Toy Bonnie snorted, and you blushed. As you regained your composure, Toy Bonnie paused for a moment, not knowing exactly what else to do with your hair, and his ears twitched. He traced his finger along your spine, and you straightened your back in surprise.

"Oh, sorry," he mumbled.

"No, it's fine. I just wasn't expecting you to do that," you told him.

"Sorry," he whispered, and you sighed.

"We can do something else," you suggested.

"Like what?" Toy Bonnie asked.

"Scoot against the other arm of the chair," you instructed, and he did as you said.

You crawled towards him, and his ears fell over. You turned away from him and sat down; he moved his leg against the back of the couch, trying not to make you uncomfortable. You leaned back against his chest, and he tried his best not to touch you. You raised an eyebrow, and gestured for him to bring his other leg up. He did so, but his leg was as far away from you as he could get it.

"Bonbon, make yourself comfy," you said.

"I-I don't wanna make you feel embarrassed, or uncomfortable," he worried.

"Well, you're making me feel embarrassed by not feeling comfortable with me," you told him.

"O-oh, I'm sorry," he stuttered, and you sighed.

"Don't worry about it. I'll make sure to tell you if I don't like something," you assured him, and he nodded.

Toy Bonnie pulled his foot towards you, and nudged your leg; you pulled your feet to you some, bending your knees. He crossed his feet under your knees, and you rested your legs on his. You set your book in your lap, getting comfortable. Toy Bonnie wrapped his arms around your shoulders, and hugged you. You smiled warmly as you flipped over to the next page in your book. He closed his eyes and nuzzled his snout in your neck, and you tensed.

"O-kay! Nuzzling your face in my neck is k-kind of pushing the boundaries," you blurted as you strained your neck away from him; his ears fell over as his grip on you loosened.

"S-sorry," he mumbled.

"Just don't do that again. That's what couples do, and we're not a couple; we're only friends," you replied.

"Do friends usually cuddle together?" Toy Bonnie asked.

"Well, no-"

"Do they usually stare into each other's eyes lovingly, or stare at the other in admiration while the other is doing something?" Toy Bonnie added, trying to make a point.

" 'Admiration'?" you muttered, and looked to the side as you blushed some.

"Did I say that? I-I don't even know what that means. Really, I was just blabbering," he stammered nervously, and you smiled warmly as you intertwined your fingers with his.

You blushed brighter at the thought of Toy Bonnie "admiring" you from afar. Maybe something more can become of you two. You slowly widened your eyes as you realized something.

"Noooo!" you yelped in anguish, and Toy Bonnie jumped.

"Are you okay?" he worried as you quickly escaped his grasp and crawled to the other side of the couch.

"Could I be left alone?" you whispered, closing your eyes tightly as you faced towards him.

"What?" Toy Bonnie croaked.

"Could you leave me for a few?" you sighed.

"What's wrong?" he worried.

"I just want to be alone!" you snapped, and Toy Bonnie widened his eyes. "Just leave, please."

"O-okay," he stuttered as he stood up.

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose as Toy Bonnie walked past you. He glanced back at you, before he left through the swinging doors, and into the kitchen. You gently set your book on the floor as you ran your fingers through your hair, and you started to feel bad; it wasn't Toy Bonnie's fault you liked him. You groaned as you tossed yourself forward and plopped across the couch, stuffing your face in the cushion.

"I'm hopeless," you muttered into the couch, and turned your head. "I am in love, with an animatronic."

"Hey, are you alright?" a voice asked, and you quickly looked back, to see Toy Chica poking her head out from between the doors. "Toy Bonnie came up to the Show Stage in a flustered mess," she said, and you half smiled as you layed your head back down.

Not getting an answer, Toy Chica stepped into the employees' lounge. She walked towards you, and you watched her kneel in front of you. She tilted her head sweetly, and you scrunched your eyebrows as you lifted your head.

"He said you were mad at him, or something," Toy Chica commented, and you sighed as you turned towards her, propping your head in your hand.

"I'm not mad at him. I just-. . . I like him," you confessed, and Toy Chica blinked at you blankly. "Like, like like."

". . . You're just realizing this?" Toy Chica wondered as she tilted her head, and you sat up.

"Well, before I thought it was just a crush, and I would get over it. I didn't realize until now, that I love him," you mumbled as you twiddled your thumbs.

"Woah, woah, woah! Love?" Toy Chica exclaimed.

"Say it a little louder, why don't ya," you hissed, gesturing for her to quiet down.

"Sorry. It's just that, it was obvious you two liked each other; but love? Love means a whole lot more than like," she mentioned.

"I don't know what to do. I can't love him," you croaked, and sighed as you leaned forward and rested your elbows on your knees, letting your hands dangle between your legs.

"And why's that?" she asked.

" 'Cause he-. . . I don't know. He's an animatronic, and I'm a human. I mean, he's made for children, and it'd be wrong to love him," you protested.

"You've already used those excuses, and they're not good ones. Love has no limits," Toy Chica replied, and you scoffed.

"That phrase is overused," you grumbled as you rested your chin in one of your hands.

"But it's still true," she commented.

"Not entirely. There are limits; it'd be wrong for a grown man to love a child in that way, or a person loving an animal in that way. Even with inanimate objects, it's considered sick to love them in the way I do with Toy Bonnie," you ranted, and Toy Chica giggled. "What's so funny?"

"You sound like you're just making excuses again," Toy Chica snickered, and you rolled your eyes as you threw yourself against the back of the chair and crossed your arms. "I know you don't want to think that way," she noted softly, and you scrunched your eyebrows.

". . . No, but I don't want to get my hopes up," you sighed, thinking back to the animatronics' spirits.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"It's complicated," you mumbled, as you scratched the back of neck.

"I'll understand," she crowed.

"Mm- I don't really know how to explain it," you lied, hoping she'd let it go.

"Oh, okay then," she said, and you mentally sighed.

". . . Did you need something else?" you asked sheepishly.

"Oh, no," Toy Chica said as she stood up. "I'll be going now."

"If you could, tell Toy Bonnie to come down here," you requested.

"Can do," she twittered, and walked away.

As she left the employees' room, you were left alone with your thoughts. The concept of you and Toy Bonnie being in a relationship made you feel a mix of emotions: disgusted, flustered and vulnerable. Before you could get too deep into your own thoughts, you heard thumping sounds, sounding like someone was running, and then a pause. The doors opened slowly, and Toy Bonnie stepped into the room timidly. You scooted to the side of the chair closest to him, and leaned against the arm.

"Toy Chica told me you wanted me to come down here?" he said nervously.

"Yeah. Come sit down," you replied as you patted the spot beside you.

"Uh-"

"Sit, down," you demanded as you pointed down beside you.

"O-okay," he stuttered, and started walking towards you.

He looked towards the ground as he passed you, and you watched him walk to the other side of the couch. He sat down, against the other arm of the couch, and you furrowed your eyebrows. You cleared your throat, catching his attention, and gestured for him to come closer. His ears fell over and he looked away as he hesitantly scooted over some. You sighed and pushed yourself off the arm, crawling over beside him.

"Bonbon," you said gently, and Toy Bonnie quickly looked over at you in surprise.

"Y-yeah?" he worried, and you smiled warmly at him.

"I'm not mad at you," you told him.

"Really? You're not?" he asked as his ears perked up, and you shook your head. "Then why'd you tell me to leave?"

"I-. . . I was just having some problems. I'm sorry," you apologized.

"I-It's okay," he assured you.

". . . We can do what we were doing before, if you'd like," you mumbled sheepishly, and his ears twitched.

"I'd really like that," he chuckled.

Toy Bonnie turned towards you and sat against the arm of the chair, crossing his feet in front of him. He tilted his head, and you smiled, crawling towards him. You sat in his lap, with your legs draped over his, and he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, like before. As the two of you got comfy, you realized that you didn't have your book; you sighed, and decided not to ruin the moment.

You took your phone and earbuds out of your pocket. Toy Bonnie tilted his head as you unlocked your phone. You pulled up Wattpad and decided to read some fanfiction. He leaned over your shoulder and looked at your phone. You paused, and looked over at him.

"What're you doing?" Toy Bonnie asked.

"I'm just reading," you murmured.

"On your phone?" he wondered.

"Oh, yeah," you replied sheepishly.

". . . Cool," he gushed, and you mentally sighed.

(Author's Note) Happy Halloween everybody! I didn't mention it in the last chapter, because I knew it wasn't going to be the only one for today. Anyway, I hope you guys like this fluffy chapter, to compensate for the last, cruddy one.

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