Y.M.S. One Shots

One Shot 8: The Race of the Century

     A/N: So, timeline-wise, this takes place before the events of the last one shot. It only makes sense, because too much death and suffering happens after the last one. So, uh... yeah. Happy reading, guys!

     I hoisted my bag onto my shoulder as I exited my car and made my way back to the Pizzaplex. The Pizzaplex was closed that day for animatronic maintenance, so after doing a thorough check up for all of the performing animatronics and Sun and Moon, I pretty much had free time.

     Since I had nothing else going on, and Vanessa wasn't going to be home because of work, I decided to stay at the Pizzaplex for the remainder of the day.

     Chica had convinced everyone that we should use our time to have a sports night, and considering that the most exercise I got was from walking around the Pizzaplex, I figured it would probably be good for me.

     I'd driven home to change out of my uniform and get into some more athletic-type clothes. By the time I'd returned, I was decked out in leggings, an old t-shirt, and a pair of (only slightly) beaten-up Adidas from the olden days when I used to run in the mornings.

     In my bag, instead of my normal work tools, was a simple water bottle, a bag of Starbursts (naturally), and my discarded Fazwatch and security badge.

     Once I entered, I dashed to Mazercize. That was (hopefully) where the gang would be waiting. And thankfully, they were there! I caught them while they were warming up.

     "Heeyyy!" I announced, making my presence known. "What's up my homeboys?"

     Monty cringed at my use of the term "homeboys," but everyone else at least seemed enthusiastic about my arrival.

     "Y/N! You're here!" Chica exclaimed. "Alrighty! We're gonna get warmed up with some stretches and a light jog to the raceway, then we're gonna race each other! Then after that we'll play mini gol-"

     I stopped Chica before her rambling could get too out of hand. "Woah, woah, woah! So... let's try this again, shall we?"

     I turned to the rest of the group, who waved. They all seemed to be in the middle of some sort of unorganized stretching routine. Everyone was scattered across the brightly-colored room, seemingly in the middle of various exercises (which confused me a bit - they didn't need to stretch, did they?).

     Warm ups, I noted. That's step one.

     "Hey, Chica?" I asked. "Can I lead the warm ups? I mean, it's fine if we're all doing our own thing, it's just..."

     Freddy nodded and cut in. "That sounds like a wonderful idea! Don't you all agree?"

     Everyone shrugged or nodded, apparently open to a more... organized way of warming up.

     I grinned evilly and clapped my hands together. "Okay! Line up on that side of the room, midgets! When I'm through with you, I expect buckets of sweat and tears! Understood?"

     Everyone laughed as they lined up shoulder-to-shoulder on the far right side of the room. The area was clean, thankfully, so nothing would get in the way.

     I took my place on the left side of the line, and started demonstrating some of my favorite warm-ups.

     "So way back in the old days, when I was a high school student, in track we did lots of these stretches to keep us from pulling a muscle and horribly injuring ourselves."

     We started with knee hugs - we walked to the other side of the room, and with each step we pulled our knees up to our chest one at a time. On the way back we did leg swings - with every step we swung our legs in front of us and tapped our toes with our hands on the opposite side. After that there were lunges, side lunges, high knees, and to finish off... jumping jacks.