The Race To Get You - Freddy x Bonnie

Chapter 8 - The Get Up..?

Bonnie's P.O.V

Me, Bon and Red were now sitting in the back room laughing for all our might. Of course it was mo!stly on for show but I admit I did forget a bit. Every time I laughed I just thought about what Clyde had dressed me in. Even more worryingly put on my face. He wouldn't let me see. He had covered my eyes. If my eyes wasn't covered I would of saw. His room was basically mirrors it would of been easy.

I felt a bit stupid wearing Clyde's clothing as I was much taller and the jacket just made my ribs. It was apperently 'fashion'. My shirt was a juicy red and fitted me. As long as I didn't move much. It wasn't tight, it was pretty loose just short. Like most things. I wore tight jeans in the colour of creative coal. The jacket then was a rich black. I wore the same trainers as I wouldn't let them go...also cause Clyde's size again was way off mine. I honestly felt stupid. It was a show off outfit. Basically Clyde's thing and NOT mine.

We all sat there giggling about some stupid crack red had made about butts or something. He was meant to be mature, so much for that. I looked around the to observe my surroundings. A guitar lay in the corner, it was my old one. I remembered it from the days me, Freddy and Chica were in the band. Originally it was me and Freddy but Chica was the enthusiasm the group needed. When we broke up Freddy's brother obviously went to 'fill in' and had eventually found replacements. We wanted to live our lives we felt the fans brought us down so now we live as normal people. Red, Clyde and Chi...well they all wear to much make up to notice them on the streets. To be honest I really wish I could just put in my earphones and just chill but nope.

Why was I even doing this? Was I that desperate? Did I need him enough to dress up for him? Why would I have such the need to impress someone? I've never given any care to what people thought about me...Until...that night. It just crawls inside of me.

Him giving me that need, The feel for more. Calling me babe, it got to me. In a good way? I don't know. All I knew was...I needed him. I captivating feel of his arms being my castle. He look was as large enough to be my sky. I drifted off into deep thought and was suddenly awoken by a hand slightly shaking my sholder. HM?

I looked and saw red waving his hand in my face and Clyde looking worried. I blinked about seven times and rubbed my eyes harshly.
"Yah okay there, buddy?" He chuckled softly.
"Mhm, completely fine" I uttered. I looked around, who do you think I saw? Yep, Freddy. Great now I was seeing him everywhere. Again, I rubbed my eyes harsher. He became a literal disease. I opened my eyes, he was actually there. He had walked in, about to speak but then took a glance over to me. He had just stared at me and I already felt my self being taken over by his blue babe and striking cyan coloured eyes. Such an ocean colour to devour me into the sensation of drowning. I wanted to drown every single wave could hit me and I wouldn't care.
"Why such the get up, Bonnie?" He asked, what did he mean, get u-...oh. The 'stuff'.
"Uh...What get up...?" I snickered nerviously. I found my smile creepy. My buck teeth were showing. I felt like a complete dork. Freddy gave me a creeper out look. Fuck. Too enthusiastic?
"Uh...don't you think he looks se- I mean pretty. He's just fab" Clyde whined. 'Protecting my embarrassment' I looked up at Clyde who just stared at red. What was he doing?
"Well, if you ask me, I'd say he looks straight up sexy!" Red proclaimed. THE FUCK MAN? He slid his arm around me and Clyde winked. They really thought the famous Freddy Fazbear would get jealous over a crappy replacement...? He wouldn't get jealous over something he didn't want. He's Freddy.