Finally! Writer's Block left me alone!!! *sINgS hAppILy*
This chapter is my 'ProUD mOmEnt'; it was gOod beyond mY expectations, and it's finally plotted better.
Enjoy :)
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"Come on Toy Fred." The plastic rabbit muttered, watching the 'new and improved' Freddy grumble about an arcade game. The problem was, that T.Fred wasn't really designed to play games, but the plastic ursine was determined enough to play one of his favorites, though it wasn't working since his fingers were ... well too fat for a machine designed specifically for children, and now he was grumbling to the blue rabbit about all of it.
"It should work!" T.Fred responded as he pushed yet another button, only for the machine to reply with an error code, the toy bear grunting in frustration at that.
T.B, was standing with his back leaned against the wall, one arm folded around his chest while he fixed his bowtie with the other, huffing at the sound of his name being called by the plastic ursine.
"Help me out here!" Came the mutter, making the blue rabbit roll his eyes. He had other plans for the night, one being his confession to a crush, though here he was, stuck with the leader of their team, messing with arcade games, totally not according to plan.
"Do you have to play a stupid game?" He inquired as he straightened from his position, half-lidded gaze just showing the annoyance he felt at that moment. He wasn't the one to act like that, but he was being forced to do something he didn't want to, against his will, and he was not having it.
"Shut up, Bon!" The toy bear replied, kneeling to check the machine's power cables, swinging a hand in the other's direction. "Bring me that wrench!"
T.B's ears, which had been lowered from the upper hinges for a while now, perked up at the words, his head tilting in confusion. "Who needs a wrench to check the power cable?"
"I do!" T.Fred grunted. "Now bring it here or you'll be the wrench instead!"
Once again, the plastic rabbit rolled his eyes at that, moving from his initial position and strolling over to a table, where a few tools and pens were just scattered like they had no importance. There were a considerate number of blueprints lying there as well, which, if the blue bunny paid a little focus to, were actually one of the most important things for all of them.
He picked a small wrench from a bag hanging at the side of the table, spinning around to return to where the plastic ursine was, unaware that another identity was watching him from a distance.
