Y.M.S. One Shots

One Shot 3: Sketchbook

     A/N: At the very end of Chapter 23 (Newfound Feelings), I'm pretty sure that Y/N drew a picture in her sketchbook, but I never really specified what that drawing was. I think I'm going to have fun writing this one shot. Y/N is in for a really... hehe... awkward time.

     I held it up so I could get a good look at it and grinned.

     Perfect.

     But of course, the moment had to be interrupted. I received a notification on my Fazwatch, and reluctantly checked it. Although, I was way too annoyed to actually open it and look at it, so I turned on the audio.

     I was in for quite a surprise when it said in Freddy's voice, "Hey Doc Roxy's crying ag-en... What do I do?"

     This time, I actually looked at the message. I'd had no idea the watch spoke with Freddy's voice.

     <hey doc roxys crying agen

     <wut do i do?

Hold on. I'm coming.>

     Only slightly put off by Monty's inability to spell, I sighed, then put my sketchbook down and slowly got out of my chair. I stretched out my legs for a moment and began walking to Roxy's green room.

     I knew she was there, because Roxy never cried in front of her fans. It was "absolutely mortifying" to her.

     I braced myself for the amount of effort I was about to put into what was coming next. The walk to her room itself was very short, but cheering her up was another story.

     Hopefully with the right words and the right amount of assurance and encouragement, Roxy would be up and about, forgetting the whole thing even happened.

Freddy's P.O.V.:

     I was walking to Parts and Service to check in on Y/N. I really hoped she was there; every visit I had with her was pleasant, and I always left with a smile on my face.

     I suppose that's one of the effects of my feelings for her, I sighed, Every moment with her is a treasure to me.

     Walking in, I already had a conversation topic picked out. Sometimes when I go to her to talk, it wouldn't last too long, because I didn't exactly have much to say. Every day was much too similar to the last, and the same applied to Y/N.

     But strangely, Y/N was not there. Parts and Service was completely empty!

     Perhaps she just isn't visible to me right now?

     "Y/N?" I called out.

     The lack of any sort of response confirmed that Y/N was not in Parts and Service, as I'd suspected her to be.

     Somewhat crestfallen, I started to leave. Then I noticed something.

     "Y/N's sketchbook?"

     Sitting on the table, open for anyone to see, was indeed Y/N's sketchbook.

     I cocked my head to the side as I approached it. The drawing on the page was that of a young girl who seemed somewhat familiar to me. Searching through past guest profiles, I was actually able to identify her as a child named Rosemary White. She came to the Pizzaplex weekly, and I assumed by her age that she spent much time in the daycare.