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Step One. Introductions

Shoulder to shoulder and with heavy concentration; Monty and Freddy were deliberately messing with each other.

“Keep your body parts on your own side!” Freddy shouts after the Gator’s tail tugged his arm.

“Then quit shoving me!” Monty counters.

The two were absorbed in several matches of Street Fighter. It would begin fair, but as the duo grew competitive so did their physical interactions with each other.

“You’re the one that started it.”

“You would’ve started it eventually, it’s hardly my fault.” 

Their familiar bickering continues, but it is drowned out by the several other teens spending their late afternoons at the arcade.

It's a place where time feels non-existent, where blacklights cause peoples’ fashion to glow and others cheer over putting their names on the scoreboard for all to see.

“You’re such a cheater,” Monty sulks as Freddy deals the final blow. Their shoulders still pressed together, but without the earlier tension.

The bear further leans on him while saying, “Takes one to know one.” 

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. But I’m kicking your ass next time.” The Gator says with false anger before briefly resting his head on Freddy’s.

They hold the position briefly before creating space. No need for wandering eyes, after all. Though, if they were private, Monty would have loved to scoop his boyfriend into a hug. 

Actually, who wouldn’t want to hug Freddy? He’s a tall man with a well-defined bod, soft fur, and vibrant eyes. When one takes his personality into consideration? Damn. It feels like a tragedy to not hug him.

“‘Think we should check on the girls?”

“Yeah,” Freddy answers, “I hope they’re having fun.”

“Please, as long as Roxy has Chica’s attention, they’re always having fun,” Monty comments before the two exit the arcade.

Outside they are greeted with bright lights and a plethora of other teens. The majority loiter in front of shops, chatting and gossiping about anything that comes to their minds.

It is the sound of others' laughter that always brought a smile to Freddy’s face. Whether or not he is the one to make people happy matters little, as others' joy boosts his own spirits more than anyone would ever know.

“You’re always smiling about something,” Monty comments as they step onto an escalator.

“How can I not smile when I’m around you?” He looks at his boyfriend and offers a different smile. One that is overwhelmingly sweet and flooding with affection.

“Ugh, stop making faces like that. You make it impossible.” Monty grumbles, but Freddy knows there is no anger. 

If there is any real anger, it is not at his smiles. Rather, it is the reality that society forces their affections to be near non-existent.

Shortly they approach Bunny Bowl , a bowling alley that took up a majority of the top floor. Despite its name and how long the gang has been frequenting the place, Freddy nor Monty have never seen a bunny employee. Though, apparently, there is one.

“Hey, guys!” Chica waves them over. It’s hard to miss a giant reptile amongst a primary mammal population. “Guess you’re ready to bounce?”

“Ready when you are,” Freddy says, glancing at Roxanne who was paying them no mind. Her eyes were glaring dangerously at a specific chicken-like plush trapped behind the glass of a claw machine. “Has she been at it all afternoon?”

“Nah. We like, take a game and snack break. Bon offered to help us with the claw but, you know Roxy, can’t accept defeat.” Chica spoke freely, as the wolf was too absorbed in her activities.

“Bon?” Both men ask, refocusing Chica’s attention on them. 

“Yeah, y’know, the blue bunny that works the counter.” Their blank stares gave her all the information she needed. “Freddy, don’t you go bowling here competitively? And you haven’t seen Bon?”

Being called out like that made Freddy’s smile turn sheepish. “I kind of..sign in and go to my locker.”

The look of disbelief he received in response had him slowly tapping his claws together. He knew it wasn’t a huge deal but it almost felt like he was being scolded. “Could you introduce us?”

“Oh, I wasn’t giving you a choice.” Despite being the smallest of the bunch, she was still a force to be reckoned with.

In reality, Freddy is the tamest and easiest member of them. Everyone else? It is best not to go toe to toe with them.

As promised, there was a chubby blue bunny behind the counter. His loppy ears were flopped forward, covering a portion of his face. But his ears could not hide the roundness of his cheeks or the smallness of his nose.

“Hey, Bon!” Chica clucks, earning her the other’s attention. “These numbskulls informed me they’ve never met you. So they are going to meet you now.” 

While she spoke, Bonnie could not help but stare at the men before him. They were towering, both built in such a way that he was positive they could crush him.

“This is Mon-“

“Monty and Freddy.” Bonnie finishes for her. “We’re uh, sort of in the same cooking class.”

“We are?” Freddy asks, expression falling. He is generally great at keeping track of everyone in all of his classes. He was ready to apologize when Bonnie spoke up again.

“We are, but it’s okay if you don’t remember me. It’s an elective class and we’re all busy trying not to burn anything.” He forces a laugh at his terrible attempt at joking. Maybe he should not joke about fire, that’s a real threat. 

“We should cook together next time! Any friend of Chica’s is a friend of ours.” He extends the invitation, to which the gator nods along to let the bunny know he doesn’t mind.

The interaction had Chica clapping her wings together out of excitement. “Great! You’ll be super friends in no time.” She says, pleased with herself. “If you three every make pizza, you should totally save me a slice. Or three.”

It made the couple laugh, knowing how much their feathery friend loves pizza. “As long as you don’t eat the plate this time.” Monty couldn’t help himself from commenting.

“It is one time!” She defends herself, “it’s not like it was a glass plate anyway. It was paper and got stuck to the pizza.”

“So if pizza gets stuck to something, you’ll automatically eat it?” Bonnie asks genuinely that it almost caught them off guard.

Almost.

“She totally would.” Monty answers before Chica could, earning a half-offended huff.

“So rude. Freddy, how can you deal with such a brute?” 

All Freddy could do was watch his friends' antics fondly. “You get to experience his soft side.”

“Are you two really being lovey-dovey right now?” Roxanne finally joined their wholesome chaos, carrying a newly won plush. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

“Hey, we were waiting on you.” The gator counters, causing Freddy to silently chuckle.

She rolls her eyes before looking at Bonnie, “See you later, Bon. Good luck with the rest of your shift.”

“You too. Wait - I meant you too as in, like, have a good rest of your day.” He stumbles, embarrassed by his own choice of words.

“‘Knew what you meant. We will.” Roxy waves her free hand dismissively before looking at her crew, “come on, I want to go home.”

“Of course, of course. We’ll see you in class tomorrow, Bonnie. It was a pleasure meeting you.” Freddy ends his words with a wave goodbye, following Roxy out as she had already begun to gently drag Chica along. Monty follows close in step with Freddy.

Entering class the next day, Freddy curiously glances over all of their classmates. After all, he was bewildered by himself that he somehow looked over any entire person. 

Yet here he was, looking around the room as he made his way to sit next to Monty. Bonnie was, in fact, in their class. He sat further away from the other students with a notebook laying open.

People took notes in this class? Were they supposed to be taking notes?

“What, no hello?” The gator speaks up, snapping Freddy out of whatever train his mind was riding.

“Sorry, I got distracted.” He wasn’t afraid to admit it. “How’s my favorite gator been?”

“You’ll be proud to know your favorite gator aced his math test this morning.” Hearing his boyfriend’s achievement had Freddy lighting up.

“I’m so proud of you! I knew you could do it.” He cheers for him, wanting desperately to give his cheek a congratulations kiss. It may not seem like a big achievement to some, but Monty is not academically talented and gets down about it. Not that anyone gets to see that beyond Freddy

“You always say that.” 

“Because it’s true. I believe in you.” Now that had Monty feeling warm.

Class began a moment after with the teacher explaining the day's cooking activities before moving on to a demonstration. Monty’s head was in the clouds though, only able to think of his boyfriend who had the gall to actually pay attention in class.

Under the table, he gently nudges his knee against Freddy’s. And, knowing what he wanted, the bear put his paw under the table for Monty to hold. A hidden touch that they both enjoy.

Once the demonstration was over, the class was urged to choose a station and begin cooking. Each station was pre-prepped and had a sign-in sheet to keep track of who was where. It was the school’s safety measures in the event students left a mess or damaged property. Other than that, they were free to work by themselves or up to a group of four.

Their paws separate as they stand, choosing a station tucked in a corner. 

Per yesterday’s invitation, Bonnie hesitantly approaches the couple. “Am I still allowed to join?”

“Of course you are.” The bear welcomes him before rambling about today’s project. “I never had tofu before, but I know Roxy says it’s gross.”

“I think it’s good, not by itself though.” Bonnie shares. “Our first step is to press it.”

“Press it? I can do that.” The gator says; how hard can it be to crush a cube?

“We can make a stirfry. Monty can be in charge of the tofu, I can make the vegetables and Bonnie can make the sauce. How does that sound?” Freddy suggests, thinking it was an easy-to-follow plan. And all parties agreed.

They all wash their paws before beginning, Bonnie took to the stovetop first, needing low heat to create thickness to their sauce of choice. Freddy began with chopping their desired vegetables.

Monty on the other paw was left in charge of pressing the tofu. Neither he nor Freddy had ever worked with it before, but he was under the impression he should press it flat.

Piece of cake.

Without any paper towels or cutting board, Monty pressed the base of his palm into the cube and flattened it like playdough. The moment his palm hit the countertop he quickly retracted his hand. 

It was wet with crumbled tofu now stuck to it. The countertop was in a similar situation, a small puddle of tofu juice surrounded a flattened but crumbling cube.

If this was a piece of cake, someone must’ve dropped it. And he found it rather frustrating. 

As if sensing his mold anger, Freddy stops to help him out. “Wrap it in some paper towels, and press down on it slowly.” He informs, about to help with cleaning the mess when Monty stops him.

“It’s my mess, I can clean it.” He replies, but boops Freddy’s nose with his slippy hand. “But you can clean that up.” 

The action left Freddy wide-eyed as if his nose were some sort of stop button before making a face. “You’re going to regret that later,” Freddy threatens before grabbing the paper towels and cleaning off his nose.

“Uh-huh, like you could do anything ba- hey!” He chomps as the other pulls away from the paper towels right as he was going to grab them.

“Should’ve been faster.”

The gator narrows his eyes, “Is that a challenge?”

Freddy shrugs, “I don’t know. Maybe.” The words do not match the look, it was definitely a challenge.

Suddenly the two are playfully wrestling for the roll of paper towels, and the teacher didn’t seem to care. Even when Monty was yanking his ponytail and Freddy was holding his mouth shut with a single paw.

Bonnie on the other hand had been watching the two. They were so familiar with each other that he felt like he invaded something private. How play-wrestling could feel private he didn’t know, but these two managed it. 

He felt a mixture of awkwardness and loneliness. Was he a third wheel? Was the invite-only given out of self-obligated kindness or did they truly want him here?

Before he could ponder further, Freddy hushed shouts, “Think fast!” And tosses the roll at him. Which Bonnie instinctively caught to protect himself, not ready for the gator that followed.

He was scooped up and a scaly tail snatched the paper towels from his weak hold. Just as quickly as he was up, he was down and planted on his feet again. “Sorry ‘bout that. Lifted you in the heat of the moment.”

Monty proceeds to rip a piece off the roll and carefully dab away residue that got on Bonnie from his tofu-covered hand. “There. All better.”

In any other situation, Bonnie would have been majorly upset - well, almost any. If his fathers were to lift him, he wouldn’t complain - but he senses a genuineness to the others' apology. He was glad that he didn’t make a show of it.

“It’s okay.” He says, still lingering in the line of awkwardness. He allows the other two to clean themselves and the counter up while he quickly fetches them a new piece of tofu.

Once the spot was clean, he places where their now deceased tofu had been. This time Monty handled it correctly, and they were actually able to finish their stir-fry before the end of the class.

The couple's tussle left them no real time to eat it, so they were forced to put it in small to-go containers that were clearly the cheapest thing the school could buy. Really, it might as well have been two soggy paper plates stapled together.

Bonnie stops where he was originally seated to pick up his notebook. It was left open and littered with musical segments to the point one strand could be overlapping three others.

“Pardon me, but do you take notes for this class?” Freddy asks, the two lingering behind him as they were going to walk as far as they could together before they were forced to diverge into separate classes.

“No, just a personal thing I like to do.” A mixture of a hobby and a need to keep himself busy or fall victim to drowsiness. 

“That’s cool! For a moment you had me scared that there was some sort of exam for this class.” The thought made both Freddy and Monty groan in disapproval.

“All tests in this class are ones we can eat.” Bonnie says, “have to say, I am excited for the finals in this class. We bake whatever we want to share it with the class.”

The three-step out into the hall, walking as they proceed to chat.

“Know what you’re making already?” Freddy asks, being the more curious of the pair.

“I do! My family makes the best homemade pizza. I know that's a cheesy choice but it’s a safe choice.” And he was adopted into a family of sentimental pizza lovers. How could he not love pizza?

“Be careful, say that any louder, and Chica will charge right for you.” Monty jokes, he could never help himself.

“Joking about her when she’s unable to defeat herself? Wow. You really are rude.” Freddy says, continuing the banter.

“Yet you both adore me.” 

A heartwarming smile reaches Freddy’s cheeks. “Yeah. I can’t refute that.” It was spoken so fondly like he was reaching towards a memory unknown to Bonnie. “But I’m sure you’d plow me otherwise.” 

Seemingly satisfied with that response, he looks to Bonnie. “You got another shift at the alley today?” He receives a nod and continues. “If you want company, we can walk with you.”

“Safety and fun in numbers!” Freddy happily adds on.

“Oh, uh, thanks. But there is no need really. My parents take me, they like to know that I get places safely.” One could never know what will happen.

“Sound like good people. But if you ever want to walk, let us know.” Monty says before he had to break away from them to go a different direction.

Freddy gives his boyfriend a thumbs up as a form of good luck. “I have to get a move on too, nice working with you Bon.” Following his words the bear hussles to his next class.

What interesting characters they are.

Step Two. They See It Too

One interaction led to another, and Bonnie found himself spending lots of time with them. The three continue to cook together in class, but now the whole group makes the effort to visit him at work and invite him to other outings.

That’s how he learned Monty’s parents own a mini-golf course, and Freddy likes dance floors, Chica’s into aerobics, and Roxy is dangerously interested in go-karting.

And by dangerous he means if anyone beats her time she’ll probably be after their shins. It gives him relief that he’s not a prominent go-karter.

Today they were playing mini-golf after hours. Rather than all of them playing together, the boys went as one group and the girls in another, trailing the holes behind them.

Roxy monitors the men, seeing how Monty wasn’t shy to wrap his arms around Bonnie to adjust his aim. With her assessment, she concludes that Monty’s gesture is a tad further than friendly. Freddy did not seem to mind the behavior, as he was equally ready to get his paw on the bunny to help with proper hand placement.

“Hey Chi,” she starts, the chicken in question just finishing her turn. “Is Bonnie queer?”

Her eyes widen for a moment before truly pondering the idea. “I have no idea. Why? Am I missing something good?”

A look in the boy's direction answers her own question. “Aw, they look cute together.”

“Yeah, I guess they’re pretty cute. Wouldn’t have expected them to like that type.” Roxy comments, speculating further before continuing, “Think it’d work?”

“Think what would work?”

“The three of them together. Y’know, boyfriend sandwich.” She finally puts her ball down and stares at the course in dismay.

She hates minigolf and hates it, even more, when others beat her. She’ll only tolerate her girl winning. No one gets the best of Roxy besides herself and the one she loves. Everyone else? She decides on her own who’s worthy of her consideration.

One hit too hard, and the ball sails only to bounce off the edge and go the opposite direction the wolf desired. “For fucks sake, why are these shits so bouncy!” She nearly howls.

Her temper rises and falls quickly, taking a moment to collect herself. “Nope, don’t yell, you don’t like yourself when you’re angry.” She mumbles to herself, and Chica offers her an encouraging smile.

Due to Roxy making active efforts to better her temper, Chica does not comment on her outbursts. Especially when the wolf takes a moment to reassure herself. Rather, Chica continues on with their conversation. “I think they would make a great boyfriend sandwich. Speaking of food, want to get dinner after this?”

Roxy huffs a laugh, “Of course. I’ll treat you to El Chip’s tacos.”

Step Three. Love & Be Free

In the eyes of Freddy, boy's night was an occasion where they could all chill and laze around. The event wasn’t common since it relies on the absence of their parents for a night or two.

The bear’s parents were outwardly friendly, but quick to judge below the surface. Apparently, they dislike Monty’s appearance. Between his unnaturally colored mohawk and choice of sharp jewelry; they were convinced he screamed bad behavior. However, they allow their son to stay friends out of respect for the other family. 

Monty’s family was accepted to an extent. They greet all of their son’s friends like they are family. Luckily, they happen to really like Freddy. His kindness and willingness to help charmed them. Though it is common to hear them say, “Why can’t ya be more like Freddy? He’s such a helpful fellow.” 

The couple prefers their time together without their parents’ comments and decides that Bonnie is invited to boy’s night.

This invitation led them to where they were currently, Monty and Bonnie sitting on opposite ends of the couch while Freddy drapes himself over the both of them. His head resting on Monty’s lap while his legs relax on Bonnie’s.

They were a quarter of the way through Back to the Future . A movie the bear wanted to see but hadn’t gone to theaters. Instead, he bought the VHS release so they could all enjoy it together.

The coffee table in front of the couch was home to cans of fizzy-faz, beef jerky, and various snack-time goodies. Anything empty had been crushed in Monty’s palm and tossed into a small trash bin they kept nearby.

After all, if Monty leaves a mess in Freddy’s parents' house, it would likely prove their narrative about him.

Speaking of Monty, his hands were running through Freddy’s hair. What was usually in a small ponytail was loose, allowing his fingers to run through it freely. 

At some point, the gator glances over at the bunny and gestures him closer. 

“Are you sure?” Bonnie mouths, not wanting to interrupt the movie with his voice. If he were to move he would have Freddy sitting in his lap rather than his legs.

The gator still insists, gesturing again.

So Bonnie attempts to shuffle over, apologizing to Freddy as the bear had to adjust himself to better fit. 

Somehow Freddy seemed more comfortable this way. Sure, his legs were no longer draped over anyone but he was able to sink into the warmth they both provided.

Maybe it is because Bonnie is a bunny, but his thighs were softer with more cushion. If he were positive of what Monty wanted, he would have asked the bunny for his touch. Something similar to how Monty plays with his hair and massages his scalp.

Within the short time of knowing Bonnie, he has grown quite fond of him. His awkwardness was endearing; that includes his stuttering, nervous tapping, and how he nibbles his pencils when in deep thought.

He remembers the first time he witnessed Bonnie chewing away a pencil. His first thought was a concern until the other bashfully explained the habit, embarrassed that he was caught doing it.

The following day Freddy had brought in apple sticks for Bonnie to chew through instead. Something that looked similar enough to a pencil that Bonnie could get away with eating during class. 

They were gone within a week. 

A little past the halfway mark, Monty propped his head upon his hand and elbow resting on the arm of the couch. It didn’t take long for his eyes to drift shut. The hand on Freddy’s head continues its lazy massaging, much to the bear’s comfort.

Seeing this, Bonnie tentatively leans up against the gator’s side. Every so slowly he adds his weight, watching for any reactions. When they were up against each other, he committed to resting his head on him. It causes his cheek to squish, creating padding against the firm scaley shoulder.

Once they were all cozy again, Bonnie refocuses his attention on the movie. Meanwhile, Monty takes a peek at him with a soft smile before closing them again.

During these micro-transactions, Freddy was living in his head. The movie was long forgotten in favor of pondering possible near-futures.

With confidence and a golf ball, Freddy asked Monty out. It was the eighteenth hole and he had been playing particularly gently. His softness made it difficult to maneuver around hills and sharp turns, but he managed. 

At first, the gator thought his friend was warming up, then began to wonder if this was some sort of prank. Who purposely plays badly for no reason?

Monty stood at the other end; a hole-in-one completing his share of the game. He watches his friend line up his aim. Except, his path was not for the hole.

Before he could react, Freddy swung and the ball came directly for him. Instead of pain, he felt a bump in his leg followed by a popping sound.

When he looked down, he saw a rose, glitter, and a slip of paper that looked like it could belong to a fortune cookie. His brow raises questioning, glancing at Freddy before kneeling down to examine the mess.

What the gator previously mistook for a golf ball was really a plastic toy similar to fake easter eggs. First, he examines the rose; it's tiny and barely blooming but it was the largest rose one could force into a golf ball without completely ruining it. The note wrapped around it read,

“Will you go out with me?”

If Monty hadn’t known Freddy prior, he would have thought a girl wrote this and pawned Freddy into it. Lucky for him he does know Freddy, and he felt honored.

He stands with the slip of paper now wrapped around his finger like a ring. “Most definitely I will consider this a promise.” He says, showing the other how he decided to hold the note. “Now book it over here, we have glitter to clean up.”

The fondness of the memory made Freddy want to repeat it, but not for Monty. For Bonnie, with Monty. That is if his partner will allow it.

It gnawed at the bear to think he found someone else other than Monty romantically attractive. Part of himself felt guilty even thinking about it. He loves his gator, there is no doubt about it. So, would consider adding Bonnie to the mix means he is cheating?

His heart sunk thinking about it. If he brings it up, there is a chance his partner will start to doubt their relationship. However, if he allows it to fester and Monty notices, then he may think he is keeping secrets which would ultimately result in a wobbly foundation. The fact that neither of them truly knows if Bonnie is into men makes it even tricker. What if Monty is okay with it but Bonnie is grossed out by them? What if Bonnie is into men but only wants one of them?

Based on Monty’s actions, Freddy wants to assume that he is interested in Bonnie. Between their shared class, golfing, and various contacts in-between, it truly seems like they have come to an unspoken agreement.

But an assumption is never enough.

Although Freddy would respect the other’s feelings, he is afraid of ruining their relationships. Both platonic and romantic.

It’s not like he could rely on his parents for advice. As much as he loves them, they aren’t supportive of his lifestyle and aren’t aware of his relationship with Monty. Really, it is a wonder how they haven’t found out on their own. He only invites Monty over when they are going out.

He sighs through his nose but masks it as comfort, nuzzling against Monty’s leg. He watches as the ending credits play, his mind wandering from memory to memory. The last few years have been wonderful with just the two of them. Would it really be so bad to mingle in another dose of happiness? Does that make him selfish? Or greedy? Or undeserving? Or does it mean he is being himself? He doesn’t know, and he is afraid to find out.

Where had all his confidence gone? It was so easy with Monty. He was comfortable in his skin knowing that he was attracted to men. All he needed was a plan and hope for the best.

Hope the best, that’s what Freddy tries to repeat himself.

“Hope for the best,” he mumbles to himself, drifting to sleep on the laps of a partner and one who feels unclear.

When morning broke, Freddy wasn’t startled to find himself in his room. It’s so easy for Monty to move him, he imagines how Chica must feel. She’s probably a feather, Roxy a wrench, Bonnie a bowling ball, and himself an empty barrel.

He sits up, lazily looking around his room for any trace of the other two. His blinds were closed, but the sunlight was stubborn and still poured into the room. His ceiling fan was on in addition to a lava lamp he kept on his vanity. 

Pushing the blanket aside, he gets out of bed to turn it off and look at his reflection. His hair was still loose and frizzy from the hour or so Monty was playing with it. Since no one appeared to be busy here, he decided to make himself look decent.

Trade pajamas for shorts and a worn band t-shirt, and brush the frizziness aside in preference for a man-bun. The temptation to wear make-up crossed his mind, highlighting his eyes with a little eyeshadow but going against it. He does put his favorite red earring on before venturing out of his room. 

On his way to the bathroom, he stops in his tracks at the stack of pancakes sitting on the kitchen counter. They smelt grand and were perfectly fluffy and golden. But Monty is not good with making sugary things.

He wanders over to the stack, hardly thinking when he went to poke it only for Monty to suddenly swat his paw away. “What- where were you like five seconds ago?”

“Watching you, Space cadet. Have you never seen a stack of pancakes before?” Monty jokes before leaning in to give him a quick peck on the cheek. 

“I have,” he replies, returning the sweet yet quick gesture, “But where did they come from? There’s no way you made ‘em.”

A beat of silence passes before Monty laughs, “You’re right. I could never make a perfect pancake, especially an entire stack. Bonnie made them for us.”

“For us?” Freddy inquired. “Is Bonnie not here?”

“Nope. Guess he forgot about something. He wanted to say bye to ya, but you were still asleep.” He explains, “But don’t ‘chu worry that pretty little face of yours. We’re going to his place later.”

Freddy hadn’t even realized he was making a face, but since it was brought to his attention he noticed his ears were drooped with disappointment. A disappointment that was quickly overtaken with surprise. “We’re going to his place?”

‘Uh-huh! His folks want to meet his friends. I figured since Bonnie met ours, it was only fair we meet his.” He continues to answer Freddy’s questions as he sets up two plates for them. He split the stack in half for them to share.

Watching Monty perform domestic tasks, knowing full well he could serve himself reminded him of the thoughts flooding his head from last night. 

Hope for the best, he remembered. 

“Can I ask a question?” 

Monty snorts, “You’ve been askin’ questions all morning. What’s the harm in another?” He places two glasses down beside their representative plates. A cup of chocolate milk for Freddy, and orange juice for himself. “Come on, sit down.”

He does as directed, sitting across the table from Monty. The gator was ready to dig in, maybe even scarf down the pancakes when Freddy stopped him. “It's a little more serious than that.”

Now Freddy had Monty’s full attention. “You can still eat,” he clarifies quickly, “I just wanted to let you know.”

It had the gator on edge, he hadn’t foreseen any problems. Where is this serious question coming from? If it’s enough to make his bear seem weary, then it must be important.

“How do you feel about relationships,” he starts, getting nervous,” that, uh…include more than just two people..?” Each word was said so slowly, the other started to think the time was slowing down.

“If that’s what makes them happy then why should I care?” He answers, clearly not understanding the implication of Freddy’s question.

“Okay, but what if we were to, y’know, add another person to our relationship?” His voice got higher, trembling around the edges. Had Monty never thought about Bonnie this way? Was he already digging his own grave? 

“Ay, Freddy, are you okay?” Monty doesn’t answer the question right away. “You’re voice, you sound scared. If you think I’m going ta bite your head off, I’m not.” He reassures him. “I wouldn’t hurt you, just explain what you’re trying to get at.”

With a slow nod, Freddy collects himself to ask, “Are you interested in dating Bonnie? B-because I am, and I really love you. Like, totally mega love you.” He pauses to take a breath before moving on. “I think there is enough room in my heart for the both of you, but I don’t want to force you into a situation you don’t want. I do not want to ruin us either, and..and I don’t want you to ever think I would up and leave you and I-”

“Freddy.” 

Monty’s firm but calm voice stops him.

“Listen to me for a sec, alright? You know all that doubt you have in your noggin?” Freddy nods in response. “Throw it down the sewer. I understand it, but you don’t need it. Because you know what? I would love to date Bonnie with you, and you know better than anyone that I love you. I’m madly in love with you. And before you think any further, ‘cuz I know it’s coming, if Bonnie rejects us then that’s okay too.”

Freddy stares stunned at the other’s words. 

But why was he? He has known Monty for years, he should have known that he’d understand. 

As if sensing more doubt, Monty speaks up, “Hey, whatever you’re thinkin’ in there better not be mean to you. I am not afraid to cuddle the hell out of you like a teddy bear.”

That’s what got Freddy to chuckle, letting the doubt slip away. “Couldn’t you cuddle me regardless?”

“Yes, but I’ll cuddle ya twice as hard if I have to.” Affectionate threats were Freddy’s favorite kind.  

“I know, “ he says. Sleepiness had already caught up to him again, all thanks to the anxiety of mere moments to go.

Crazy how quickly it can rise and fall, huh?

“Good. Now eat up and prepare yourself for cuddles. After that, then we’ll talk about wooing our bunny.”

Our Bunny.

Cute.

Step Four. Never Let Go

Upon both arms reaching for six, the grandfather clock’s song chimed throughout the house. A comforting tune that fills the spirit of a golden bear. “Oh, do you hear that, Honey? Our boy’s friends are going to be here shortly.” His voice carries the words in a sing-song, unable to hide the happiness he has for his son. “Can you believe we adopted him five years ago?”

Spring quirks a smile at their husband. “Let me guess, it felt like we adopted him yesterday?”

“Yes! He’s grown too quickly in a night, Spring. I think time needs to slow down.”

“Time needs to slow down before I look like a withered hare. I mean look at these whiskers. So many kinks in them.” They ramble, playing with one of their whiskers in the process. 

“Oh hush, you’re still as adorable as the day I met you.” Fredbear takes a hold of his partner’s hand. To prove his words, he places a kiss on their knuckles.

“I was covered in mud when we met, you goof.” They couldn’t help but laugh. “You really looked at this muddy rabbit, helped them, and proceeded to walk them home. You even walked on the outside of the sidewalk as if I weren’t already a mess.”

“Well, I wasn’t going to let you get dirtier.” He pulls them closer, pressing their noses together. “Besides, if I hadn’t offered my help that day, I wouldn’t have you today. And I’ll relive that day several times over if it meant each time I could live happily with you.”

Spring hums, closing their eyes and leaning into a kiss which Fredbear happily reciprocated. 

They pull apart in time for Bonnie to enter the kitchen, clueless of his parents' banter. “Dinner almost ready?”

“Just about. A few more minutes and the pizzas will be done. Salads are prepped and your papa's homemade fiz is in the fridge.” Fredbear answers.

“And the milkshakes?”

“Those are for after dinner, kiddo.” Spring says, “but it’s ready when we are.”

“Oh great! Thank you, dad. Thank you, papa.”

“You're welcome,” they say in unison. 

“As long as you and your buddies are happy, we are.” Fredbear tags on.

No matter what anyone thinks, Bonnie believes his parents are the best. Whoever said someone needed a mom and dad to be happy never met his parents. Although he was anxious around them at first, he had grown to trust and love them.

His ears perk up at the sound of their doorbell, “That must be them!” He exclaims happily and skips over to the door. Opening it reveals exactly what he thought, there stood Freddy and Monty.

To his surprise, they weren’t dressed in their normal attire. In place of Freddy’s t-shirt, he wore a clean white-collared button-up with a striking leather jacket the color of raspberries. His hair was combed back with a slight curl at the end. And, upon a further look, Bonnie realizes that eyeliner matching the jacket was bringing out the vivid blue of his eyes

.

Monty, who was a huge fan of muscle tanks, wore a gray form-fitting turtleneck with a pair of slacks. His usual mohawk was brushed down, and his spiky jewelry was nowhere to be seen. Resting on the gator’s shoulder was a strap leading to a small duffle bag.

“Yo Bon!” They both greet him.

“May we come in?” Freddy asks, smiling.

“Oh, yes! Of course. Make yourselves feel at home.” Bonnie steps aside, allowing his friends to enter. “You can put your bag by the coat hanger.” He says, closing the door behind them.

Already letting their eyes wander, they were able to relax in the already comforting atmosphere. The wooden panel walls gave the house a warm glow in the amber lighting. A floor mat rough beneath their feet to scrape away any loose debris before stepping on the flooring.

The entrance was a small square, meant for one to shrug off their wears and put them to rest. Each side had its own doorway. The door leading into the house, one that led to the living room, another to the dining room, and fourth to the bathroom. There was more to the house to discover, but that’s all they could actively see at first glance.

Before Monty could reach into the bag, Bonnie’s parents step out from the dining room entrance. To say his eyes went wide was an understatement, even more so in Freddy’s case. 

Anyone who breathes in this town knows of Fredbear and his diner. It was impossible to miss a huge grizzly with the fur of gold and long claws. He can come off intimidating at first, but the moment a smile reaches his eyes and speaks, it is obvious he’s a bundle of sunshine.

“Welcome to our home,” Fredbear greets them. “It is so nice to meet Bonnie’s friends, he has said so much about you two.” He approaches them and offers his paw for a handshake.

Both Freddy and Monty were in a daze of astonishment. It may sound silly to those outside of town but Fredbear’s Family Diner was a place of fun and strong memories for a lot of locals.

If one wasn’t there for the food, they were there for the music, parties, games, and other various activities provided by the establishment. There were even events planned during various holidays; from Christmas to Midsummer festivals, this place always had something going on. And if Freddy’s memory serves him correctly, his parents have a picture of him as a cub sitting on the lap of Fredbear Santa. 

It has been a few years since he had last gone, and to see Fredbear so close and personal had him feeling emotional. Time has aged him, but his happiness never diminished. 

Freddy went first, shaking the larger bear’s paw. “It’s a pleasure to properly meet you, sir. My name is Freddy.”

There’s a look of recognition on the olders face, “Freddy? You wouldn’t happen to be the tyke that borrowed the backstage makeup, are you?” The younger’s face became sheepish, an embarrassed one-sided smile taking over his features.

“You remember that?” He couldn’t believe Fredbear kept any memory of him there.

“It wasn’t every day that a little boy snuck backstage.” In a grandfather fashion, he raises his paw to pinch Freddy’s cheek softly. “You’ve grown into quite the handsome young lad. Dare I say you look better than I did at your age.”

These sorts of comments from his own grandparents never gave him the warmth he was feeling right now. From them, it sounded staged. They did not care to know what else he had been up to, but Fredbear’s voice was filled with such genuineness. 

He was at a loss of words, all he could say was, “Thank you.” If that was the proper response, he didn’t know but it was accepted.

Fredbear took a similar approach to Monty, offering his paw to the gator. Like Freddy, he shook the larger bear’s paw and introduced him. “Nice to meet you, I’m Montgomery. But everyone calls me Monty.”

“Montgomery? Your parents named you well, do you know what it means?” Monty shook his head at Fredbear’s question. “It means power. And I can tell you have power both physically and mentally.”

“Power,” Monty repeats, wondering if his parents even knew that while naming him.

“I know you both know me already, but just in case, I’m Fredbear. And this is my lovely partner Spring,” He introduces, putting a paw on the hare’s back. 

In comparison to Fredbear, Spring was more reserved but still mellow. Rather than offer handshakes, they settle for a wave. “Hello. I hope you find yourselves comfortable in our burrow.”

“Are you two a thing ?” Monty asks abruptly. He knew how the hare was addressed, but he wanted confirmation. There has been speculation that Fredbear was gay for years, but no one had solid confirmation.

The hare shook their head while letting a laugh slip. “Kids.” They mumble before speaking up. “Yeah. We’re a couple.”

Fredbear wraps his arms loosely around their neck. “Happily together for over two decades.”

“He’s very cuddly if you haven’t noticed.” Spring informs, very nonchalant towards the bear’s affection. When his touch slips away, they continue. “Anyway, dinner will be done momentarily. So please join us at the dinner table.” They take Fredbear’s paw and lead the way.

Bonnie smiles at his parents before looking at his friends, laughing at their expressions. “Weren’t expecting that, were you? Come on, dad’s pizza is the best. Even better than what they serve at that silly diner.” He assures, following his parent's steps and encouraging his mind-blown friends to follow him.

They do, following the bunny to the table. As promised, the pizza was starkly better to the point Freddy couldn’t understand why Fredbear didn’t serve this quality all the time. 

Bonnie got to watch it unfold as Freddy wasn’t shy to share his many compliments, thoughts, and memories of his childhood at the diner. When he wasn’t holding food he would use his paws to make grand gestures that Monty would join in on from time to time. 

Their energy must have been contagious because Bonnie found his dad starting to gesture with them. His caring heart is unable to stop himself from telling his own stories about the diner. Sure, they weren’t childhood memories like theirs, but they were really important to him. His papa on the hand was hiding their face in their palms when Fredbear dragged on about stories involving them.

It made Bonnie smile, he knew his friends would get along with his parents. They may not have told them they were gay but he suspected it. The way they whisper and fail to fear the other's touch. What confused him was how their tango somehow tangled up around him as if they were asking him to join their dance.

The issue? Bonnie couldn’t dance. 

A rabbit's foot may be lucky, but it isn’t on the dance floor. They are oversized and clunky with the promise of misstepping. Mix long feet with the confidence of a houseplant and the results will be wilty. 

“Head in the clouds, kiddo?” Spring whispers to their son, having separated themselves from the others' loud rambles.

“You could say that.” He says, even at normal volume the other two were unable to hear him over their own tales.

“You’ve been staring at them for a long time,” Spring began, “what are you contemplating?”

“How to dance.”

“I could teach you, but I have a feeling you mean that metaphorically.” They close their eyes for a moment, humming to themselves. Their lashes were prominent, long, and sharp. They were similar to Roxanne’s now that Bonnie thought about it. His papa had quite a few feminine features but had equally as many masculine ones. It causes people to halt, wondering if they were male or female. “Describe them to me.”

“Like, outwardly? Inwardly?”

“However you see fit,” Spring answers, eyes still resting shut.

“Okay. Uh, Freddy is a sweetheart. His smile is easy to earn, but easy to lose too. I’ve seen him help Monty with homework, even with something that seems plain as day, and never get mad. He would be an excellent teacher with that kind of patience.” Bonnie pauses, observing how the two were now holding hands. They seem comfortable here. “He hopes for good things to happen. I think that’s his secret.”

“His secret, huh?” Spring’s mouth curls into a small smile, imagining a show hidden behind their eyes. “What does his secret do for him, do you think?”

“It gives him..the ability to talk to people.” Bonnie guesses, not quite sure. Freddy has always seemed so confident, assured that helping was nearly always the best option.

“And Monty?”

“Chill when comfortable, but rude when he isn’t. I have a feeling he would crush me if I were to do anything wrong. Well, maybe not anything, but you know what I mean. His friends are important to him, and he will fight tooth and nail to keep them safe. I’ve seen him snarl at people when Freddy’s not paying attention, specifically when they’re trying to get something from him. So.. overall he is loyal.” Aggressive and chill was not a combo thought possible, but that’s the picture Bonnie made of him.

“And what about them together with you?”

Bonnie had no idea what his papa was getting at, but he continued to play along. “They feel like their dancing circles around me. Or playing a game or something I don’t know about. I was invited into their bubble and now I’m confused.”

“You brought them here. You mustn’t be that confused if you’re sure enough to bring them home.”

“Y-yeah, about that. They think they’re here because you two wanted to meet them. And like, you did but it was, um, not the original truth.” He confuses, his paws beginning to fiddle with the end of the table cloth.

“My point still stands. You wanted them here.” Spring finally opens their eyes to look at him. “Listen, emotions are confusing. I went through it all with your father.”

“Wha-” 

“Shh,” They put a finger to their lips, silencing their son. “Let me explain. You say it feels like a dance, and if it is, I am pretty certain you’ve already been invited.” Spring glances at the other three and how they’ve finished an entire pie of pizza on their own. “Some people dance alone, others in pairs, but there are group dances too. Explore them.”

With that, Spring rose from their seat. “You boys interested in milkshakes?”

“Yes, please and thank you!” Freddy beams, and Monty answers with a thumbs up.

They nod, glancing at Bonnie again before taking the dirty dishes to the sink and readying for dessert.

In that time, Monty scooted his chair closer to Bonnie. “What were you two talkin’ about?”

“A few things. Papa can get pretty confusing.” He answers with a nervous chuckle.

“Ah. Do they speak in riddles or something? I can try to help with that.” The idea of Monty trying to help him solve riddles seemed pretty comical, but he appreciates the sentiment.

“No need. I think I got it.” He assures, offering him a smile.

“If you say so. But I got another question for ya.” Monty starts, “After dessert, can Freddy and I talk with you privately? Promise it’s nothing bad.”

“Oh, sure? We can go to my room.”

“Thanks, man. Kind of excited, if I’m being honest.” He grins as Bonnie learns that gators tails tag too; it’s just slower and doesn't involve thumping against a wall as a canine would.

After dessert, which was delicious as well, the teens retreated into Bonnie’s room. The bun plopping on his bed while the other two examine his room.

The walls were littered with various band posters, from David Bowie to Depeche Mode. Besides his bed, there was a desk covered in music sheets, a bean bag chair, and a dresser. Alongside band merch and musical items, there are hints of his parent’s diner throughout. Freddy especially found the teddy bear on Bonnie’s to be particularly adorable.

“So what did you two want to talk about?” Bonnie asks, refocusing their attention on him.

“Right, give us a moment,” Freddy says while Monty, who brought that strange bag into the room with him, shuffles around in search of something.

A couple moments later and Monty pulls a bowling pin out of the bag, handing it to Bonnie. 

It felt lighter than a real pin, and if he tapped the tips of his fingers against it it produced a hollow-esc sound. “A..fake bowling pin?”

“Not just any fake bowling pin, open it.” Freddy encourages, hoping desperately. Bonnie could tell he was hoping for something, but what?

Confused, Bonnie re-examines the pin. It had a screw-on top. His eyes flicker to his eyes, who both wore the same expression.

Hopeful.

It left Bonnie feeling stirred up inside. Whatever this is, it’s not a prank. However, it was quite anxiety-inducing to have no idea what’s going on.

Slowly Bonnie twists off the top, peeking inside. There were a bunch of origami stars. Some of the papers glittered while others were various hues of red. Sweet and tiny, he smiles at the paper galaxy.

“Thank you. These are cute, but what are they for?” He looks up at them only for the duo to sit on either side of him.

“Why don’t you pour’em all out and see for yourself,” Monty suggests.

Curious, but no longer bordering alarm, Bonnie pours the stars onto his lap. At the end of the pile, a small note stuck out. He picks it out and read,

“Will you be our superstar?” 

Bonnie stares at the note in disbelief. Is this what he thought it was? Was this his official invitation to their tango? 

His silence earned him bits of concern. Freddy gently rests a paw on his knee. “I don’t know how sudden this feels, but Monty and I were wondering if you’d be our wish.”

“There is no pressure if you don’t know,” Monty adds. “We know three is a crowd for some.”

Bonnie heard the words but he could barely believe them. Do they want to date him? So soon? He had only come to terms with the idea during dinner! Is it really safe to answer now?

“You..you actually want to date me? Like, all three of us? Together?” He asks, almost hesitant.

“Mhm. Monty and I already talked about it. We both like you.” Freddy answers before moving his paw to gently guide Bonnie’s head to face him. “So what do you say, will you be our superstar?”

For a moment Bonnie felt paralyzed. Their faces were so close together. He could feel Freddy breathing through his nose. The speed of the breath didn’t match his exterior. 

Was he nervous too?

Bonnie had to close his eyes, staring into Freddy’s made him feel lost. And maybe, if he weren’t looking he could slowly lean in and...there!

His nose gently presses against Freddy, feeling the other’s breathing pause. 

The bear’s paws move to cup the sides of Bonnie's face, carefully guiding Bonnie closer. His movements were slow, giving the other time to pull away had he not wanted this.

Without any signs of retreat, Freddy closes his eyes and officially brings Bonnie into a kiss. It was gentle and fuzzy; the fur around their mouths rubbing together.

He let Bonnie decide when they were done, watching as he pulled away and finally opened his eyes again to meet Freddy’s. “Is that a yes?”

“Yes. It is.” Bonnie finally confirms, earning himself another kiss except this time on the cheek. 

After Freddy’s smaller act of affection, he was suddenly turned by a gator who had been impatiently waiting his turn.

“I knew you’d rock with us!” He exclaimed, pulling Bonnie in the tightest hug of his life. “Now I have two superstars.” 

Under the force of the hug, Bonnie couldn’t do much but feel the way Monty’s throat vibrates with his speech. It was exciting and filled with future promises.

When Monty finally let go, there was a silent request. He wanted to kiss Bonnie too, which he leaned in to oblige. It was a different sensation than Freddy. His mouth was rough, yet smooth at the same time. His teeth brush against Bonnie’s lip for a moment, but there’s no catch, no bite. 

If anyone would have told Bonnie everything that is happening in his life now to a much younger version of himself, he’d frown at the cruel joke. But this was reality, his reality. 

A little longer and Monty pulls away, unable to help the grin on his face. “Think your parents would mind if we spent the night?”

“We’ll leave early if we have to,” Freddy adds. “We just think it would be nice to celebrate this a little more, don’t you?”

It’s a Saturday night, and Bonnie can’t see any harm in it. “Sure, I’ll ask them. Maybe I can give you two an official tour of the house! I think you’ll like my parents' collection.”

Bonnie rose from the bed to go ask his parents.

Yeah. Bonnie has two loving parents, and now he has two loving boyfriends. Sure, he expects there to be learning curves but he has faith in them.

This is his reality, and it's a great one.