Breezing Brooke Street
11:23 AM
Waking time: none
Date: May 4
Sea length, sea height, so much was brought up so light. Everything wasn't as bad as before, but to Springtrap, it would've been his best hell. That night drove him to persevere further than what his past self would've done since Foxy's greeting on the couch. His warm body resting against his own was almost a pattern he would listen to everyday on the radio either on his way from or to home again. He wanted it to happen again. Everyday since that night of starry lights laying across above them, Springtrap would secretly leave around tiny things right by the nightstand or the doorway to Foxy's room and would listen attentively to Foxy's cute little giggles and sighs through the walls. His heart raced faster whenever he could get a drink for him in secret so nobody would pay him back with jealousy or a silly payback punch. Springtrap would always try his best to never beg upon his knees for Nightmare have him and Foxy join together during the emergency night patrols through the country. A majority was the two of them ending things in secret by a stonewall bay or behind the tall grass plains when the fog covers their tracks for nobody to see. It became a secret charge for both of them, and Foxy couldn't hide it.
He gathered his emotions and wished to only interpret them in a format that gets Springtrap into wanting him. A circling cycle was what he wanted, but breaking it off into an eternal line of life would've been another choice too. Shiny pearls of clearing blues and ivories were lined into charms and chains on his way back from a lonesome travel to Tennessee and Kentucky. He wanted to someday travel over to the Philippines but the fear of getting lost again would be another death to his stability, which continued to heal with bonds mended and only sewn further. Foxy didn't want to make anyone as envious as his own inner critic than to see Springtrap whenever the rabbit didn't see him coming. Most of the time would be on accident, or so Foxy thought when it kept happening in the same states: Texas, Alabama, and Ohio. Never was he appointed there or Springtrap to visit, nor was it any mental requirement to see each other with their strengths outside of home's walls. Foxy could be seen receiving encouragements from most of the women in his home as well as Nightmare Fredbear, for the most part considering he's known Springtrap even after his first death. Foxy felt he had that upper hand when he only had the lower thigh to see where Springtrap's hidden heart was to be. The fox could never let his past anxiety drag him away from trying to spare a heart he wished to hug so dear, kiss with such passion, and even one day, share the comfort zone of that same heart with his own.
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