My Love

The Sleepover

(This is Foxy in the story, with a beard and piercings. Once again, the art isn't mine, I found it on the internet)

*Foxy's pov still*

The second Bonnie's mom left, I went over to the grand piano. It was beautiful. It had polished black wood for the most of it, and the ivory-coated keys were still white, just dusty. I wanted to play a song, but I stopped myself. I would probably wake Bonnie. Now looking around the room, it seems the whole room is covered in dust. When was the last time this room was used? I questioned, then I heard quiet whimpering coming from Bonnie's room.

*Bonnie's pov*

I woke up from the memory-dream, and I started whimpering. Foxy must have heard me from wherever he was cause the next thing I know Foxy's in the room and hugging me. I hugged him back and we just sat like that for a few minutes. Then I heard the click of a camera. I look over and my mom has taken a picture of me and Foxy hugging. I get up and charge after my mother, screaming; "MAMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! VOY A ASESINARTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" (MOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)My dad just happened to appear at the doorway of their room and started talking to me. I gave up and walked away, going back to my room, defeated. I walked in and Foxy looked like he was going to die of laughter any moment. I glared at him. He started laughing even harder. He started to cry from laughing so hard. I just sat there and glared at him until he stopped. "Are you done now?" I asked, being rude. "Yes, sorry." Foxy said, wiping the tears away. "Hmph." I said, turning away. "Awwwww, Bonbon don't be mad at me." Foxy said, unaware of what he did. I stopped. I started to cry again. Foxy said his name. I curled up into a ball. I couldn't take it. I cried. Foxy stared at me with concern. "Bonnie...?" He said, a bit confused. "You said his name, the name I don't want to remember, the person I don't want to remember. No, no, no, no, no, no, NO!!!" I started to scream. Foxy started freaking out, trying to calm me down, but it wasn't working, I couldn't be calmed at this point. The second he said his name was the moment I couldn't be calmed. Not now, not ever. I cried and cried and cried, until I fell asleep.

(Time skip to the next day)

I woke up with Foxy next to me, cuddling me with his arm around me. I blushed. I tried to move, but Foxy had a tight grip on me. "Foxy... please let go." I said, hoping he would wake up. He didn't. "FOXY! WAKE UP!" I shouted. This time Foxy woke up. I immediately got up and went to go get food. I went out into the kitchen and started making pancakes. A few minutes later after I had five pancakes done, Foxy walked in. He looked for the plates and then grabbed one when he found them. He walked up to the pile of pancakes and took one. I continued cooking. Eventually my whole family was in the kitchen, eating. I finally finished my pancakes and I ate some of mine. Foxy was sitting in the chair I usually sat in, so I didn't sit down, my mom and my dad were both sitting in their usual chairs as well. So the only chair that was open was his. So I stood. I refused to take his place at the table. "Carino, no lo reemplazaras el sentandose en su lugar." (Honey, you won't be replacing him by sitting in his spot) My mom said, trying to be helpful, but only making it worse. "Estoy bien parado, gracias." I said, being a bit rude. (I'm fine standing, thanks) I ate quickly and hurriedly went to my room to go get ready for school. After I finished getting ready, Foxy was ready as well. We left for school, and once we got there, everybody stared at me. At us. "What do you think happened?" I whispered to Foxy. I don't like being the center of attention. "I don't know," Foxy whispered back. Maybe it was the photo my mom took, did she post it online?!?!? I started to panic. Then I noticed the people were looking at me with a look of sympathy. They were looking at Foxy with the same expression. Oh no, did they find out about him?? They couldn't have, but what if they did?? I started having a panic attack. Foxy was able to calm me down within a few seconds. I'm lucky he's here. We continued walking in, then we realized why everybody was looking at us like that. There were pictures of him all over my locker. On Foxy's locker, there were pictures of his parents, drunk and beating him. I started to cry looking at all of the photos on mine and Foxy's locker. Foxy simply walked up to me and hugged me tight. We sat like that for a bit, then we heard the bell. I had stopped crying, and the bell spooked me. We ran for the door of the classroom, freaking out because we were going to be late. We entered the classroom and sat down just in time for the second bell to ring. After class we went back to our lockers, and I tore all of the photos down in anger. On the back of two of them were a note. The one that was on my locker said. "Wittle bwaby. Are you gwonna cwy?" On Foxy's it said. "Hah. No wonder your parents don't love you." I immediately threw them away before Foxy could see the things wrote on them. I was going to kill the person that wrote these. Foxy stared at me in shock. I'm sure my eyes are full of hatred and anger. I don't care. I want the world to see that I am pissed.

(A few hours later, it's after school)

I was about to punch the guy that did that, but then I stopped. Foxy was standing behind me, putting his hand on my shoulder. The guy, I think his name was Springtrap, looked terrified. I just turned around and walked away. Foxy came over again, but when we entered the house, my mom looked at me, and hugged me and didn't say anything, she wouldn't even let go. "Mama, estoy bien." (Mom, I'm ok) I said. She obviously heard about what happened in school. Then I looked at her face. She was crying. "Mama...?" I said, confused. "Es tu padre, Bon. Se metio en un accidente automovilistico. Puede que no lo logre." My mom said between sobs. (It's your father, Bon. He got into a car accident. He might not make it) I started to cry as well. Foxy came up to me and hugged me for the second time today. "I can't lose somebody again... I just can't... I can't lose him... no, no, no, no, NO, NO, NO!!!!!!!!!!" I whispered, but then I started to scream. Foxy tried to calm me down, but that didn't work. Nothing would work now. Foxy picked me up and carried me to my room.

*Foxy's pov, finally*

I picked Bonnie up and carried him to his room. I set him down on the bed and cuddled him until he fell asleep, then I passed out as well. My dreams were full of weird memories that I don't remember. When I woke up, Bonnie was gone, but I heard him in the kitchen. I walked out. It wasn't Bonnie in the kitchen, it was his mom. "Have you seen Bonnie?" I asked, a little worried. "School no more." Mrs. Wexler said, trying to speak English again. "School is cancelled?" I asked "Si." Mrs. Wexler said. "Bon doctor place." She said. "Bonnie's in the hospital visiting his dad?" I said, trying to understand the little English she knew. "Si." She said again. "Ok, I'll go home now." I said, trying not to be in the way. "No, stay." Mrs. Wexler said. "Bon need help." "Ok, I'll stay." I said, not even caring about what my 'parents' thought. A few hours later, Bonnie was back, crying. I walked up and hugged him. "What's wrong?" I asked. "T-The doctors s-said 'I'm sorry f-fo-or y-you-r lo-ss' after a li-little b-bit" He said. "It's just like before..." I heard him whisper. I decided not to ask what happened before, so I picked him up bridal style, and he just cuddled into my arms and continued crying, so I brought him back to his room and did the same thing I did last night. It was five in the morning when I woke up. I decided to make food. Mrs. Wexler was in the kitchen. "Mrs. Wexler, what's Bonnie's favorite food?" I asked, startling her a bit. "Sweet crepes, caramelized pears." She said in perfect English. "Do you have the ingredients to make that?" I asked. "Si." she said, then got out all of the ingredients for it. "Gracias." I said, surprising her a bit with a small bit of Spanish. I proceeded to cook the sweet crepes with caramelized pears. About two hours later Bonnie came down and I was almost finished with the food. Bonnie smelled the food and stared at me in shock. "You can cook?!?!?!?" He said, surprised and grateful. "Yep." I said, smiling. A few moments later I was done and we ate the food. Bonnie seemed better. Then he stopped, and started to stare into the distance.

*Bonnie's pov, sorry this part needs to be Bonnie's so that you can understand him a bit more*

I was starting to feel better, but then I remembered the last time I had this.

*This is eight years ago, Bonnie is six* (So um, in the other part it's supposed to say seven not eight so yeah.)

"Bwother! Can ywou make me swome cweeps with cawamwel pweers pwease?" I had asked, I was very little at the time and had a bit of a speaking problem. "Sure, why not Bunbon." Bonbon said, smiling at me. After an hour or so my brother had finished the crepes and caramelized pears. We ate them happily. 

*Back to the present, Foxy's pov*

I watched Bonnie, he started to cry. Ugh, no matter what I do, I always seem to make him cry! I'm a terrible person. This is why my parents hate me! I walked over to Bonnie and hugged him. He curled into a ball and bawled his eyes out. I didn't say anything, or judge him. I just sat with him as he cried. After a few hours I noticed Bonnie was asleep. I picked him up bridal style again and carried him to bed.

(The next day, I know, a lot of time skips. I'm lazy ok? =_=)

When I woke up, Bonnie was still there. I decided I would just stay in bed with him today. A few hours later I woke up again, but this time to Bonnie screaming at me to wake up again. I then realized I was hugging Bonnie again. I let go and got up. "Bonnie?... What happened yesterday?... And who is this guy you keep talking about?" I asked