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Freddy
It had been a few minutes since Bonnie left my room, and I couldn't help but still wondering about his appearance, 'cause I was one hundred percent sure he didn't come to look for his pick guitar: he always carried it wherever we went to. But then... what was that for?
For a second I thought I overslept for the dawn was raising back, but then I remembered today was Sunday, so we were gonna be closed today and be able to roam around the pizzeria during the day as well. Now I did get to be alone in my room to ponder and be myself in my bed, by being here it seemed easier to talk with Bonnie and ask him about this daisy. Yes, I couldn't take it anymore, so I took it before I left Bonnie's room and, indeed, this was the one I used to own as a kid; now it was impossible for me to stick it back on my chest, but still I felt I had to keep it with me. I hoped this wasn't what Bonnie was looking for in my room, or that he had realized I slept with him on his bed. Damn it! These meditations were good.
While I was still looking at the ceiling, I laid facing down my bed and turned my head to my nightstand to see my drawer opened. I wasn't used to open the second one, I always open the first one to take out and put in some papers of the pizzeria. I didn't know, but I had the hunch that Bonnie did take out something from there. My curiosity grew and opened it all the way. I saw nothing abnormal: there were those old documents I once put besides. In a blink of an eye it hit me about Funtime Foxy's picture during those days we started knowing each other. I kept digging up for it, but my effort was in vain, I was afraid Bonnie managed to take it away. What a dumbass! Now what was he gonna think about me?
Think about me? Did I really say that? Why did I think that about Bonnie? It was known that it was wrong to take others belongings without permission, but why did this feel like a huge mistake? Guessed I drank way too much last night, 'cause now I knew I was out of my mind. It was really good that I take these meditations. I had to convince myself that the girl I was looking for was gonna appear sooner or later, it just came down to a little attention.
After quite a while of meditation my stomach started growling, so I thought it was time to be off to the kitchen and see if Chica was already done with breakfast; yesterday, before we began to play, she told me she was going to cook it today, so I agreed. As I used my arms and legs to push myself up, I was trying to put the perfect words together for my word with Bonnie without making it awkward. Guessed I was gonna make it easier after a steamy pizza.
When I reached the kitchen's doorway, I saw Chica staring at a little television that the employees left here. She was watching her favorite Sunday's program.
"Mornin'," I said
"Oh. Morning, Freddy. What a night, right?"
"It was too freaky. I got a little headache," I said rubbing my disheveled fur on my chest.
"I know, right? Your hair's a mess," she said ruffling my hair.
"Yeah," I let go a chuckle. "Later I'm going to shower for rehearsal."
"Ok." She opened the oven. "Can you tell Bonnie and Foxy that breakfast is ready?"
"Sure." My voice was hoarse.
"Hey," Chica spoke up before I could leave, "we should make another night like that one."
"Yeah, totally." I smirked.
Chica stared at me like wanting me to take a hint of some sort. Would it be the fact that I stripped myself away? Better to be off to tell the folks.
I got to Bonnie's room, but before I knocked the door I was sure I heard some sniffing, like he was holding back a sobbing. I immediately got worried about him.
"Bonnie? Are you ok?" I asked.
"Yes, Freddy. What happened?" he quickly said.
"Breakfast is ready if you want to join us."
"Oh yeah, I'm coming. Thanks."
"Ok, see you there."
I stayed outside his room for a while just trying to hear something else; if he wiped his tears perhaps. However, I heard no more, so I just left.
"Foxy, breakfast's ready," I said outside of his cove—which actually was a small stage, but all of us agreed to call it cove.
"Got it," he said hoarsely.
After I told Foxy, I headed towards the same white table we all have our food on. And there was Chica, setting the table for, now, four people.
"You can sit now, Freddy." Chica pointed my place. "I'll get the pizza."
"Thanks," I said looking at her walking to the kitchen.
I couldn't stop thinking about poor Bonnie. He probably had realized by now I was still a punk who still had a crush on his childhood's ex-girlfriend, and not being able to get over her. This was just preposterous.
"Hey... Did Foxy cut your tongue off with his hook?" Chica asked looking at my frozen face.
"Did I what?" Foxy asked while walking over.
"No, nothing, never mind." She waved her hand dismissively.
Since Chica arrived at this restaurant, I caught her as a pretty, smart girl, 'cause she was able to see beyond of what we could see somehow; with just a little chuckle or frown she got to read between the lines. The first day she met Bonnie and his entire attitude, she recognized a calm, soulful boy with a big heart, but yet there was something capable of getting him out of his nut. Not so sure what that was supposed to mean, but I understood Bonnie was a trustful animatronic.
"Hey, Freddy. Quite a night, ain't it?" Foxy said patting me on my back.
"Yeah, pretty crazy." I faked a grin.
"Hey, Chica, what kinda beer ye gave to us last night?" Foxy asked.
"It's a new one. The owners of the restaurant brought thousands of them, and I thought it would be great to try out some ones," she said while cutting the pizza.
"That thing's too powerful. I'd never felt that dizzy before because of just a drink." I said.
While we were talking about those killing beers Chica gave to us, Bonnie suddenly spoke up right behind me.
"Are you guys talking about that beer? I already tried it four days ago, the last day I worked in my restaurant actually."
"Hey, Bonnie, sit here, lad! I'll sit next to Chica." Foxy quickly made his way next to her.
"Thanks, Foxy," Bonnie said quietly.
Now I had Foxy and Chica in front of me and Bonnie at my right side. I could tell Bonnie was rather gloomy, but I didn't point it out.
"You did try one, Bonnie?" Chica asked while getting a slice of pizza.
"Uhh... Yeah. A friend of mine, called Hippo, gave me one to try. He said they were the most popular," he kept telling us as we were eating. "I don't know about drinks, but he told me that they were light ones; nothing to worry about."
"Guess they were nothing you expected, were they?" Foxy chuckled.
"Oh, no doubt. That day I passed out," Bonnie giggled.
"I thought they were gonna be lighter than that," Chica said. "I'm definitely bringing more of 'em. What do you think guys?"
"Sure, why not?" Foxy stated.
A swell vibe prevailed long enough during breakfast, though my mind was made up on thinking what got Bonnie that blue. I knew his way was to keep it down and relaxed, but right now he looked like some hideous ghost was threatening him.
"When I'm done, I'm going to help you clean up your cave, ok, baby?" Chica said.
"For what? It's gonna be dirty again anyway," Foxy scoffed.
"Well, so it could be cleaned instead of dirty, you silly," she said slapping him on the back of his head.
Bonnie giggled by looking at them.
"How 'bout you, Freddy, what are you gonna do?" Chica asked.
"Guess I'll clean up the stage a little bit, and practice some song that I just found."
"That sounds great! I'm sure Bonnie wouldn't mind if he goes with you to practice some songs too, would ya, Bonnie?" she stared at him mischievously.
"Uh, no, of course I wouldn't. I'd like to practice with you, Fred," Bonnie said with a reddish face.
"Sweet!" Chica stated.
I subtly studied her gaze, and I concluded she cared about nothing but any way to see Bonnie and me together.
"Finish." She ate back.
Now I was feeling a bit odd keeping in mind Bonnie with me without knowing why he felt down yet. For sure I was gonna find it out sooner or later.
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