Bonnie
"And then he grabbed tighter my hook, and I was like "leave me alone!", but he kept grabbing it tighter and tighter until his mom showed up and she slammed him on the head," Foxy said.
Freddy and I were laughing about Foxy's story.
"Why would a child grab you? I thought everybody was scared of you," Freddy said.
"Too funny, papa bear. I have no idea, I think the best thing to do would've been giving it to him so he could put in onto his little neck and bleed and suffer until he..."
"Foxy!" Chica yelled from the kitchen.
"I don't know why," Foxy finally said.
"Well, I have noticed the kids want to be closer to us," I said. "Today, one of them tried to take away my guitar when I left it on the stage, and so my guitar pick."
"At least your guitar is not a part of your body, dude," Foxy said.
"Neither your hook is," I said sort of confused.
"Yes it is, because when I was created, they didn't make a hand to me, instead, they made a hook."
"That's true," Freddy said.
"So you really can live knowing that your hand is actually a hook?"
"I already got used to it, buddy, it's something I can't change," he said while looking at his hook.
"Besides, that makes him so special," Chica said while walking up with the pizza, "right, honey?"
"You always make me feel good," Foxy said lowly, almost whispering.
"I thought you guys didn't have anything but just inside a room," Freddy teased.
His comment seemed a little rude to me, so after he said that, I looked at him with an uncomfortable face, however, it didn't seem to have bothered Chica, in fact, she took it cool.
"Oh, don't worry, Freddy, one day you'll fall in love too and you'll see things different," she said.
Freddy kept silent for Chica's comment.
"I think it's better we start eating," I said breaking the silence.
"Sure," Chica said giggling. "You guys, remember that I told you I was gonna make a special pizza? Well, since this morning, as Freddy could see, I'd been working on it, and now it's done."
"As Freddy could see"?, that means that he woke up almost at the same time like me, because I remember seeing Chica in the kitchen cooking something too, but I decided not to check it out just to prevent any problem.
"What flavor is it?" Freddy asked while staring at the pizza.
"I call it 'pizza de l'amour'," she said with a weird pronunciation, "it means the pizza of love in french."
Foxy laughed by listening to the name that Chica set to the pizza.
"'Pizza duh lamoog'? What kinda name is that?" he asked still laughing.
I could see that while Foxy was still laughing, Chica hit sneakily his arm so she could stop his laugh; I already know those little moves, it's obvious she did that so he stop saying something, like a secret.
"I named it like that 'cause, after you guys try it, you'll feel so friendly and fuzzy that it will also help you to act joyfully with the children and adults tomorrow."
"Are you sure this is not dangerous?" Freddy asked.
"Of course! You've got nothing to worry about," Chica said while she was opening the pizza, "so try it out. Go ahead."
When Chica opened the pizza, I didn't see anything odd, it looked like a normal pizza, however, when she opened it, I got to smell it, and it was a delicious and exciting smell, it didn't smell like food exactly though, but it's delicious, it might be because of all the time I have spent alone inside my room. I didn't see why not to take a slice. As I stretched my arm forward to reach over, I could see Freddy looked at me kind of puzzled, I think it was obvious that he didn't want to try it until someone else did it, in this case, me.
"Aren't you eating?" I asked to Freddy.
Freddy kept silent while staring at the pizza.
"Why don't you try it first and then you tell me what you think."
"Don't be silly, Freddy, you take one too. Do it... Do it for Bonnie," Chica said pointing to me.
Chica made me blush, but the greatest curiosity was to see Freddy's reaction: he blushed too.
"Alright, I'll do it just for you," he said while smiling to me and patting in my shoulder.
"Today an eight-year-old girl spilled her juice over me, so I walked to her and..." Chica was telling while Freddy and I were eating our slices.
I saw that Chica and Foxy weren't eating yet, but I just didn't care about it, now I want to know how this "L'amour" tastes like. I grabbed the pizza from my plate and I slowly bit it, focusing more on my taste buds than in Chica's explanation. Actually it didn't impress me, I'm still tasting the pizza, tearing it up with my tongue and teeth, and I can't find a new exciting taste, it's like an ordinary and simple cheese pizza. Freddy, while he listens to Chica's explanation, was eating his slice, but he had not done any expression about it either, I hope we both had realized this pizza didn't have anything new on it, however, it still has that delicious smell. I ate my entire slice, so I decided to take another one; after thinking about the taste, I thought about my empty stomach aching for the void inside. I saw Freddy taking and eating one by one.
* * *
We didn't finish the pizza, we all were satisfied.
"Thanks for the pizza, Chica," Freddy said while ruffling his hair.
"It's ok. You guys liked it?" she asked while looking at me and at Freddy.
Freddy and I exchanged glances, as if we were thinking about the same answer.
"Sure!" he said.
"Oh! Sure, it was good!"
"Thank you, guys, now you can go to bed if you want to, I'll clean the table up," she said while taking and raising glasses and plates from the table.
"Let me help you," Freddy said as he got up.
"No, don't worry, Foxy will." She patted Foxy's shoulder.
"Me!?" Foxy shouted.
"Yes, you," she whispered kind of annoyed.
"Oh! Yeah, me."
For one reason I was thinking that Chica was trying to create moments where Freddy and I were together, which is not bad if you ask me, but I'm still very shy, and I can't see him in his eyes without wanting to run away or blush until I look like a tomato with large ears.
"Ok, then I'll go to my room and lay down for a while," Freddy said as he walked away.
"Uhh... I will go to my room too," I said while getting up.
It's weird, but I'm starting to feel something really pleasant inside of me. What is this?
Chica
"Come with me, Foxy, I wanna talk with you," I said as I grabbed Foxy's arm and dragged him with me.
"Hey! What are you doing!" he complained out loud.
"Shhh! Shut up!" I said.
When we got to the kitchen, I peeked out just to make sure Freddy and Bonnie weren't near us.
"Chica, what the hell is wrong with you?" Foxy said from across the kitchen.
I quickly closed the door as I spoke.
"I did it!"
"You did what?"
"I made your recipe, that's why making the pizza took me so long."
"Really? You really did it?"
"Yes!" I jumped excited, "now they'll finally get to make their dream come true."
Foxy kept silent for a few seconds.
"Wait, that means... they're gonna..." He looked off of me.
"They ate many slices, I think it's obvious they will, and not only today," I said happy.
"No," Foxy said slowly.
"Yes!" I said so thrilled.
"No, you don't understand."
"What?"
Foxy walked closer to me.
"The point was to make them feel brave so they'll get to talk to each other and express their feelings, sex would be their business, they'll know if they want to carry on with it in their relationship; it had to be one slice per person to make them feel warm and fuzzy, now with three slices... they'll feel friendly in the beginning, and then they'll want to be in their room for ever."
"Oh, well... What's the problem?" I said as I faked a smile.
"We'll have to do their chores and take care of them, practically," he said while turning around.
"Oh, Foxy, don't be silly, they deserve to be together, they both never felt such a thing for each other, I think we, as their friends, can help them with their duties while they work to establish a relationship."
"But, but... How am I supposed to get all the horrible images away that are going to be projected in my mind the next nights by listening to two animatronics sharing their feeling through a way that doesn't need words?" he asked quickly and firmly.
"Ok... so what do you want me to do?" I shrugged.
Foxy then was looking for something on the kitchen's bar; he took some leftovers over the pizza's box.
"I want you to eat this," he said while showing me a half slice that Bonnie didn't eat.
"What?"
"I... want... you... to... eat... this," he said loud as he put the slice into my beak.
I forcedly chewed the pizza, and then he put into his mouth a half-slice that Freddy left.
"Now come with me." Foxy grabbed me by my arm, and then we both walked out from the kitchen.
Foxy's paw is sweating, and I could see he was taking me to his cove. Oh my God, is this actually happening?