One has the Key

First Touch of Love

The Afton Residence

Breezing Brooke Street

7:32 PM

Waking time: none

Date: April 6

Stoves were blazing through the kitchen, heating it almost to a flare of spring turning to summer. Toy and Nightmare Chica prepared a meal that consisted of various meals to satisfy the taste buds of the ones waiting outside the kitchen, possibly doing their own things while Foxy was on the couch. On the side on the farthest couch to the right, was the fox laying still, his golden eyes focused on a simple spot on the floor. Wrapped in a soft blanket by his sister, Foxy stayed put and out of the way of everyone who goes near or passes by. How are they already so kind and welcoming towards Foxy when he is truly a threat? He is a threat to his used to be called "family," how can he be anymore than trash to the nightmares? Sure, he respected them giving him and welcoming him into the family full of smiles and warmth, but Foxy found it weird to be surrounded by so much of the "L word" humans say when they feel like themselves around those they feel most wanted towards. Foxy was confused by all the sudden care and questions if he was doing okay so far at some parts of the night by some of the toys, including Mangle, who wouldn't stop asking if he needed anything or support of any type, as any sibling would. The red fox kept in his words of help to his mind, but someone on the other hand, didn't think so. With his knees hugged like his sister and tail almost protecting his whole body, Foxy's mind began to wonder around if the others could care less of anything. Maybe they'd be happier this way and knowing he's gone for good, it's heaven that Foxy gave them. Foxy is known to make almost everyone happy, it is his job to at least give his family some of that happiness by the act of running from their clutches of anger. It's for the best, he whispers to himself before being asked by Nightmare Freddy what he wanted for dinner that night. Foxy was never asked that question from the years of abuse he has gone through, nor did he think it would ever be asked again. The fox said he was good but the nightmare Fazbear asked again as for the good reasons of healing and the thought of Toy Bonnie getting concerned for the fox's health, restrained him from just walking away.

Springtrap stayed up in his room straight after the whole welcoming was over. Checking himself in his mirror on the dresser containing dozens of ties and fine looking shirts and pants, Springtrap made sure none of his fur was out of place or any bits of resistible curled up fur. He brushed out the hairs almost covering a quarter of his face and perked both his ears up to vision his stance of a gentleman.  Springtrap loosened himself and brushed out any sticking fur pieces to look smooth once he approaches the fox for a simple greeting and proper, simple introduction. Oh who was he kidding, Foxy was too angel-like for his own sense of attraction. Springtrap knew he can't compete with whatever standards Foxy has for a lover's meet-in battle of the heartbeat. That fox was too much for his heart to take, yet, the heart of aura creation wanted so much of Foxy. Turning on all the lights, Springtrap specialized in his appearance towards being acceptable. Checking for any misleading pieces of himself, Springtrap on the urge and path of readiness again, for now at the moment. Springtrap left his room once again and looked over to the next door to his right, Foxy's room. God could hear his words of prayer and placed the damn vulpine in the room next to him just for a round of love torture anybody could feel immersed in like dip of a chip. Simple as that, it was worth a shot of trying to form something. On the way down the back way stairs, Springtrap carried his stance better than he carried himself when Toy Bonnie dragged him out of his bedroom to see Foxy. He wished he could've been better and more prepared from the rich glow of treasure standing before him in bandages of the devil's work underneath their healing. Springtrap brought the courage he stored to look over and see Foxy completely on his own, resting with the TV blaring about the daily news of their state and even some stuff about the outside of Minnesota. He was taken aback, Springtrap can't do this no matter how much confidence he "thinks" he could store inside his desperate soul, how can Foxy be this irresistible!? He sighed and turned back around to see Nightmare Freddy walking away from the fox, calling out a dish of a Albondigas Soup and a bit of water to spring up the flavor. Hm! This fox has good taste if Springtrap could think of. It's now or never, the green rabbit walked over to Foxy's couch and the fox noticed him come by with his golden eyes shifting towards Springtrap's direction. The rabbit took a seat next to him with both legs glued to each other in a mental panic, before he started to talk.