I try making a Frexy fanfic

Chapter 1 - "Rush hour"

[Foxy's POV]

Friday, six in the evening. Rush hour, we call it - I mean, who wouldn't like a slice of pizza on Friday after a long week? It was just irritating that sometimes some customers' kids would try and sneak backstage, which they weren't allowed to, of course. The parents would almost always panic and threaten to sue the pizzeria, but in the end the missing children were always found. By me. Now, I know that it may seem that they'd thank me for finding their kids, but no, they think I purposely took the kids away and returned them later to look like the good guy - yeah, totally logical. Parents these days... "FOXY!!", I got shouted at from the kitchen, "I NEED YOUR BLOODY ASS OVER HERE!"
"COMING!", I replied, surprised that Goldie needed help, "JUST GIMME A SECOND!" I stuffed my - well, what should I call it? - diary in a box of clothes and hurried to the kitchen through the sideway to not disturb any costumers. "Why do you need my help? Wasn't Man-"
"Shut your yap and put these", he pointed at some prepared pizzas, "in the oven, 220°, 7 minutes. You got that? And no, your bloody cousin isn't here, she's probably serving pizzas like a certain other fox should do!"
"OK, OK, I'm working already, see?" I tried to calm myself down a bit - Goldie doesn't like it if folks don't work, and I've seen him angry before. I wonder how many times Bonnie had to skip work because of that hit? But that's another thing. "220°, 5 minutes..."

"SEVEN, silly Foxy." A familiar, feminine voice sounded through the kitchen. Mangle. As if I didn't have enough problems already - now to just hope Goldie doesn't get all too mad. "You can hear, now learn to listen!" She tried to slap me 'friendly', as she says she does, but I simply pushed her aside. Precisely into Goldie - oh God.
"IT WAS PLANNED!! A COMPLOT AGAINST ME!!" And here we go again...I sighed and let Mangle get shouted at - it was her fault to disturb us in the kitchen anyways. "...and for the last time, there's no such thing as 'stopping by' at RUSH HOUR, dummy!" Mangle only giggled, probably thinking he was just joking. Seriously, I can't understand what she sees in Goldie - he's mean, only cares about business, is perverted, and I can go on for about an hour like that. To top it all of, he sometimes sneaks into Freddy's room and searches the whole place to find any clues or evidence, or whatever he keeps calling it, about Freddy crushing on one of us. Mangle sometimes disturbs him there as well, so I can understand why he hates her - I mean, would you like it if some fox-girl with white hair followed you around everywhere and criticizes everything you do? That's basically my cousin Mangle in a nutshell. Peep! Peep! Peep! "FOXY, HELP ME, DAMMIT! WAIT, NO, TAKE OUT THE PIZZAS, THEN REMOVE YOUR COUSIN FROM ME!" I sighed as I opened the oven. A triple cheese, onion-ham, and hawaii pizza. I couldn't care less about the pizzas themselves - more about the fact that the smell of them was just overwhelming. 220°, 7 minutes. I wonder how Goldie learnt that...

[Freddy's POV]

Rush hour, the day we have to get everything right to not miss the great amount of profit we usually get - I mean, more profit equals higher salary. The fact that Mangle went to the kitchen to hara- I mean, see what Goldie was doing didn't exactly support it. Everyone's responsible for everyone's salary, so if one messes up, everyone gets less. I just hoped Foxy was doing well - not that I really care that much about him...right? Get your thoughts together, Fred! Foxy...I'm just not sure...
"Freddy? Helloooo?" Suddenly, Chica stood in front of me - or was she standing there for longer? And why was she so close to my face?!
"Uh? What?" I was confused - did I zone out again or something?
"Are you feeling alright? You looked as if you were hypnotised..."
"Oh, yeah, I-I'm okay! I was just, uh, lost in some thought, heh." Luckily, she just shrugged it off.
I looked at the clock to check the time. "Holy cow, already half past 7?" Is it just me, or did it look like Bonnie and Chica were neither tired? I never understood how they could run around, have fun with the kids sometimes, and at the end of the day not even have a tiny sign of being tired.
Suddenly, a well-known flock of red hair brushed past me.

That's all for the first chapter folks! Hope you enjoyed it. ...Or not. Nah, just enjoy it :3 I don't know when I'll be continuing - probably when I have time and ideas.

Until next time, good bye!