Short FNaF stories

How babies are made

"Should we tell them?" Foxy asked. Mangle folded her arms and huffed.
"Of course not! They're way too young to know about... that!!" She blushed. Foxy rolled his eyes.
"Well I think we should tell them so lat'r in life they don't get confused with anythin'. Plus, if we get it over now, we won't have anythin' t' fear as parents." He said. Foxy was right, and he did make a point. The sooner the better. Mangle frowned and looked at Foxy.
"If it makes our lives easier..." She sighed. Foxy crosses his arms and nodded.
So now, the two foxes agreed to finally tell the twins one of the most asked questions in life.
Where babies come from.

"Scarlett! Dexter!! Mummy and daddy want to talk to you for a moment!" She yelled. The four year-old twins ran in the cove, bubbles with happiness to see what their parents wanted to tell them.
"Yus mummy?" Asked the boy twin. Mangle looked at Foxy nervously then back at the twins.
"Here. Come sit down, we have a very important thing we need to talk you about." She said, sitting down at the small wooden table they had in the cove with Foxy. The joyful children nodded and sat down across from their parents. Mangle took a deep breath.
"Okay. Mommy and daddy have been talking about this for the past few months... and we decided that we want to tell you where babies come from. Now, you have to hear us out, okay? Sometimes there will be uncomfortable parts but you're going to have to listen." She said. The twins nodded as one of them raised their hand.
"Yes Dexter?" Said Mangle.
"Mummy... where exactly do babies come from?" Mangle blushed a bit and looked at Foxy.
"Sweetheart... why don't you tell them? After all, you are the one that made the twins." She smirked. Foxy became a bright red and then cleared his throat.
"Actually lass, it takes two people to make a baby, right?" He smirked back.
"Wait... it does? What about two girls or two boys? Can they have a-a baby?" Asked Scarlett. Foxy shook his head.
"No, sweetheart. It must be a man and a woman to actually make a baby, but that doesn't mean homosexual people can't have children." Foxy explained. Mangle looked at Foxy and gave him a genuine smile.
"Foxy... why don't you start explaining how babies are made?" Mangle questioned. Foxy's face flushed up again and he started to sweat a bit.
"O-of course... okay... phew... uh... let's see... uh..." He started to tap his fingers on the table and look up at the ceiling.
"Uh... w-well, when a daddy pirate and a mommy pirate really, really love each other..." He looked back at the innocent twins, so cute and curious to what their father was going to say. Just by even looking at the twins he knew he couldn't tell them and ruin their innocence about the world. Foxy grabbed the first idea that came to his mind and calmed down.
"...they get on a bed a-and hug and kiss and uh... t'en, they prey to t' storks t' bring a baby! A-and when the stork comes, he puts it inside the mommy! Then, nine months later, poof! T' baby comes out of the mommy, and t' couple now has a happy bundle of joy. The end." Foxy smiled and put a hand on Mangle's.
"Right, Mangle?" Mangle looked at him for a minute then warmly smiled.
"Right, Foxy." She kissed him on the cheek then stood up.
"Alright, who wants lunch? It's cheese pizza~!" She said in a sing-song voice. The twins smiled as the two parents got up and started to walk away to make lunch for their children.
"That worked perfectly." Foxy whispered to Mangle.

"Agreed."