~In the middle of the night~
Me and Gold: *hear crying* *both walk out of our rooms super tired*
Me: I got it, you go back to bed.
Gold: No, I'll do it.
Me: No seriously, if they don't be quiet soon, I'm going to be tearing my fur out in the morning. I'll do it quickly. *starts walking toward the party room*
Gold: Fine. *goes back to bed*
Me: *walks into the party room to find the source of the noise*
Freddy: *laying on his back crying*
Me: Aw. *picks Freddy up* What wrong Freddy? Nightmares?
Freddy: *stops crying for a minute to look at me with sad eyes*
Me: It's okay now. I'm here. *starts rocking him back and forth in my arms*
Freddy: *stops crying*
Me: Everything's okay, let's go back to sleep. (Sister Location reference)
Freddy: *slowly drifts back off to sleep*
Me: *whispers* Finally. *tries to put Freddy back in the playpen*
Freddy: *still asleep, holding onto my arm tightly*
Me: *sighs in defeat* Fine. *pulls up a chair from one of the tables and sits down*
~A few minutes later~
Me: *falls asleep with Freddy still in my grasp*
~The next day~
Gold: *yawns* *gets out of bed* What a night. *head toward my room and peaks in* Cheer?
~No response~
Gold: Huh? *walks into the party room*
Me: *still sleep with Freddy in my arms*
Gold: *smiles and walks up to me* Cheer. Cheer.
Me: *opens my eyes* What? Oh, hi Gold.
Gold: Good morning. What happened? *points to Freddy*
Me: I tried to put him back in the playpen and he wouldn't let go. So I had to do something.
Gold: Sounds like babysitting is more work than you thought.
Me: Yeah. It's a lot of work.
~Time skip~
Me and Gold: *having a little bit of fun with the babies and stuff*
Me: *playing with Joy and March* You guys are so cute. *takes picture*
Joy and March: *look at me surprised and slightly distressed*
Me: Don't worry, I'm not going to post it or anything.
Joy and March: *looks at me suspiciously*
Me: Fine. I won't.
Gold: *playing with Chica*
Chica: *playing her cupcake*
Gold: Woah, hold up. *feels Chica's diaper* Aw man. Cheer, I'm gonna go change Chica's diaper.
Me: Okay.
Gold: *picks up Chica and takes her to his room* *sets her down on his bed* Okay let's get this over with.
Chica: *squirming to get away*
Gold: Can you please settle down?
Chica: *stops squirming*
Gold: Thank you. *finishes changing Chica's diaper* Done. *picks her up and carries her back to the others*
Me: Hey Gold. I think a storm is a rolling in.
Gold: What makes you say that?
~Thunder booms loudly in the background~
The babies: *all start crying*
Gold: Oh.
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Yet another cliffhanger! Sorry, I just want to keep you guys on the edge of your seats. I'll continue this in the next chapter. Don't forget to vote and I will see all you awesome readers in the next chapter. Buh-bye.
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