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Spring is a beautiful season. The weather is slowly getting warmer, the birds are singing, and the flowers are blooming. On days like these, kids are usually running around and screaming like there’s no tomorrow. I remember those days like they were yesterday. Around this time, kids would be on spring break. That means we’d be pretty busy here at the pizzeria.
"Oi, Cap'n!” Foxy beckoned. I walked over to his cove, where he had about 4 rows of 6 kids all itching with anticipation to hear another one of Foxy’s wonderful pirate anecdotes. I was always jealous of his creative mind. He was able to come up with an idea on the fly and keep it going for a long while. His emotions and gesticulations engaged those little muffins further into the story.
“Yes, Cap’n Foxy?” I replied.
“I was thinkin’. Why don’t we tell these youngins about the time I had to save ye from the clutches of Mr. Massacre?” he asked with a big smile on his face. I loved that smile.
“Oh yes. That was a terrifying experience. Tell them and don’t leave a drop of detail out!” I sat down on the stage to listen to Foxy’s story comfortably.
“Aye aye, cap’n!” He began telling his tale about how one day, I had been snatched by Mr. Massacre, who was planning to capture me and take over the pizzeria. Foxy then embarks on a journey to save me. In the end, it turns out that Mr. Massacre was just jealous of our success and he wanted to take it all for himself.
“Now, remember this, little sailors. Never take things that don’t belong to you out of jealousy, or else good ol’ Foxy will come over and tickle ya til ya give it back, ya hear?!” The kids laughed and said, “Okay, Captain Foxy!”
After the story, the kids all scattered about, either grabbing a bite to eat, playing some games, or talking to either Bonnie or Chica. All except one little girl, who seemed to be about 10.
“Um, Captain Foxy?” she hesitated.
“Hello there, matey! What ye name be?”
“...Alexa.” She answered.
“Well, Alexa, what do ya have to say to good ol’ Cap'n Foxy?” He asked with a comforting smile.
“I… I just wanted to say that you’re my favorite. N-no offense, Freddy.”
I chuckled a bit. “It's fine, Alexa. Here.” I reached into my pocket and grabbed a few quarters. I held them out to her. “Some quarters, so you can play games to your heart’s content.”
“Thank you so much, Freddy!” Her face beamed with joy. She reminds me of Foxy when he gets excited. She ran away to go play some arcade games.
“That was a phenomenal story, Foxy. How’d you come up with it?” I inquired.
“I don’t know. I was thinking about an adventure about me saving somebody, and you just popped into my mind, I just made you the damsel in distress, heh.” My heart skipped a beat and my tail started wagging. He was thinking of me?
“You were thinking of me?” I asked, and my ears started flapping.
“Heh, yeah. I was. I mean, I think about ye all the time. Dunno why though.” I was blushing madly. I quickly turned my head away so he couldn’t see.
“R-really?”
“Yeah. It’s weird.”
“I-I’ll be back. I gotta ask Chica something.” I stood up and quickly started walking to the kitchen.
“Alrighty, be quick. Don’t wanna hafta save ya from some scallywag that's actually named Mr. Massacre.” He laughed heartily. His laugh was music to my ears.
“So, you wouldn’t save me if I was captured?” I made a faux hurt expression and held my heart as if it were broken.
“Of course, I would, silly bear! Now get a move on.”
I turned around and resumed my walk to the kitchen. I opened the door and saw Chica making food and Bonnie was just scrolling on his phone. I knocked on the door to make myself known.
“Oh, hey Fred! How’s it goin’?” greeted Chica. Bonnie glanced up from his phone, only to look back at his phone a second later and continued scrolling.
“Things are going well. I just… wanted to talk about something.”
“Is it your little crush on Foxy?” Bonnie queried with a smirk on his face.
“A- how'd you-”
“Sugar, you aren’t exactly good at subtlety,” Chica stated.
“Oh.” I blushed from embarrassment. “Well, how should I tell him?”
“Maybe you could… ask him in a private area. Like the office. His cove works, too. Just spill your guts. That’s how I asked your brother.” Bonnie explained.
“You WHAT?!” I exclaimed. When the hell did this happen??? Goldie never said anything about him and Bonnie, let alone being genuinely interested in somebody. Why'd he keep that a- wait never mind. I'd bring it up whenever I felt like it. I'd probably tease him about it, too. Okay yeah, justifiable reasons.
"Yeah. I was honestly surprised. Goldie is, like, the straightest-looking gay guy I've ever seen. Makes him hotter that way," Bonnie stated.
I just stood there, bewildered. As Bonnie said, Goldie is the straightest-looking guy I know. He was always hitting on the ladies in high school. What has he been hiding from me?
"Bro is flabbergasted, hehe. Yo, Fazbear!" Chica called out, snapping me out of bewilderment. "Look, do it when you feel the time is right. Just don’t be a pussy, or else some other hot guy’s gonna sweep him off his feet.”
“...Alright.” After that, I left the kitchen, letting Bonnie and Chica’s words sink in. Especially Bonnie’s, because when the hell did he and my brother start dating?! Whatever, I’ll just head over to Goldie to see if he has any advice.
“Hey Freddy,” Goldie greeted in his usual monotone voice. “Is there something you need from me?”
“Dating advice. Since you have a boyfriend, I was wondering if you could give me some advice.”
“I’m guessing Bonnie told you about us?”
“Yeah. Never thought of you as gay. You were pulling girls left and right back in high school.”
“Yeah… they were cover-ups. Being in a school where you’re judged heavily for being even slightly weird or different frightened me, so I just had girls surround my name so that people wouldn’t think of me as being gay. Though one day, some idiot from school saw another guy kiss my cheek and ratted me out to the entire school, and, well…” Goldie showed me his chest. There was a large scar going straight down his left pectoral. “I got bullied pretty hard and that ended up happening.”
“You never told me about this.”
“I didn’t want you to worry. I don't really like making people worry about me. Er- anyway, you came for dating advice?”
“Oh- yeah. So, could ya help?”
“Um, sure. What kind of advice?”
“Like, how to ask and stuff.”
“Well, Freddy, you just have to stay calm and speak from the heart. I’m sure Foxy will say yes.” How’d he know I was talking about Foxy- well, thinking about it, it's kind of an obvious answer.
"I sure hope you're right. Anyways, it's 10:30 p.m. and I'm tired, so I'm going to head to sleep. I'll tell him tomorrow."
"Have a good night's rest, Freddy. See you in the morning."
I headed back to my room, Foxy running through my mind the entire time. He's a fast runner. He runs as fast as my heart beats whenever I'm around him. One day, I hope that Foxy would run into my arms that fast, topple me over and we'd just lay on the floor talking about everything and nothing while I run my fingers through his tail.
Don't tell him, but I always stare at his tail wagging about. It looks so fluffy and I just want to at least touch it one time to know what it feels like.
I lay down on my bed, that adorable fox still roaming around my hippocampus.
I'll ask him first thing in the morning.
Nothing's getting in my way!