The Gang

Ballora

My purple and pink tutu, with small bells on each end, was annoying - I couldn't even dance properly with this thing! And this top! It shows off my goddamned cleavage! The white gloves are exceptional, and at least I wore some shorts underneath my tutu. Long, pink stockings cover my legs and ballerina shoes on my feet. Pearl earrings and my pearl tiara make me the most decorated person in the whole asylum. My pink rosy cheeks with matching lipstick makes me the most beautiful girl in the whole asylum. At least, that's what they say.

As I waved goodbye to the children, I looked over to Circus Baby's group of children. She was smiling. When I arrived here, she was the first person I met. She was cold, mean, and probably had no heart. But when she was on stage and performing, I couldn't help but become fascinated. She was singing so beautifully, I even forgot that it was the Circus Baby. The cold one, the mean one, the lone wolf, the one who had no heart. And she was smiling, she loved the children. Now, here she was, my friend. And as other put it, my 'love interest.' Pfft. She's only my idol, to be honest. I only like guys - and that's it. Circus Baby catches me staring at her, and she just smiles at me. I try my best not to blush - but it seems like I can't. I smile back at her. Then, Funtime Foxy just had to ruin the moment. "Hey, Ballora! What are ya starin' at?" I scream in shock and punch him in the face. "MONSTER!"

Funtime Freddy aids the bruise on his head, and Circus Baby leans against the wall, her eyes closed with her headphones on. Funtime Foxy glares at me. "What did ya do tha' for?" he asks me. I rub my shoulder and smile sheepishly. "Y-You just surprised me back there," I reply. He snorts. "Maybe I disturbed you daydreaming about Circus Baby again! Creep!" he shouts. Those words sting like a bee. Creep. Huh. My ears ring, and my vision blurs. A faint voice, maybe Circus Baby's, but that would be impossible. "Hey, now. That's already crossing the line, Funtime Foxy," the faint voice says. "Whatever!" My vision turns back to normal. Turns out, it was her. "Are you okay, Ballora?" she asks me, worriedly. "I-I'm fine," I reply reassuringly. She smiles and goes back to lean on the wall and closes her eyes. "You shouldn't have done that, Ballora," she says after a few minutes. Funtime Freddy looks up and raises a brow. "W-What ever do you mean?" I ask. Circus Baby slowly opens her eyes, those bright green eyes somehow scaring me. "You shouldn't have punched Funtime Foxy. It could've had damaged her brain. Even if she survives now, who knows? Now - let me tell you a story," she says while waving her hand lazily, "something bad happened once. Something bad always happens. I was with my babysitter, before I was sent here." She speaks in a soft, lilting voice that never raised above a sort of hushed tone. "My parents were on date night, which I assumed was just eating dinner and such. What they didn't know was that a criminal broke free. My babysitter tried to protect me, sending me to go hide in my room. And that room was the exact room where the criminal was. He told me to punch her - and if I did, I would get candy," she says, our attention turning to her. "I did as I was told. I punched her in the head, knowing that it was one of the weakest part of the human bodies - I learned that from school - and she fainted." Those bright green eyes of hers met mine. "And that's why you should never do that again."

The next group, Freddy Fazbear's, entered - and Freddy just stared at Circus Baby while she passed by. I see Funtime Freddy glare at him before turning his attention to Circus Baby. "So, uh, do you know Freddy?" he asks her. She glanced at him. "We were childhood friends." Funtime Freddy holds back a growl. "Do you still hang o-out?" She bites her lip. "Yeah. Oh, and can you please mind your own business? I would really like that." I look over at my shoulder, and see Funtime Freddy blush. He looks at me and glared. I turn my attention to Circus Baby, who only had a bored expression on her face. I sigh. "Well guys, here's my stop. See you later."

I close the door and sit on my desk. So many blueprints, so many notes, so many. . . pictures of her. People assume I'm obsessed with her, but. . .  they're wrong. She's just my idol, and it's only natural for people to take pictures of their idols and post it on their walls! Right? Right. The door slammed open. "Uh, Ballora? You in here?" asks my roommate. "No, in fact, I'm outside, playing with normal children. No, of course not!" I say with sarcasm. He smirks and closes the door, and sits down on his bed. "Jesus, you're such a creep, Ballora. No wonder why they call you that," he says. I cross my arms and legs. "Oh, ha, ha, Toy Bonnie. You're totally not hurting my feelings, in fact, you can say I'm lesbian right now, I don't care." Toy Bonnie frowns. "Okay, okay. I'm so sorry." I growl at him. "Sorry won't do." He laughs. "What? You gonna dare me? Okay, then," he says smugly. I smile. Good thing he speaks before thinking. "Yeah, yes I am." He mutters, "Oh no." I stand up triumphantly. "You need to go and date Toy Chica." He shakes his head and points his index finger to me. "No! You need to stop forcing me to like her!" I raise a brow. "Didn't you just say you'd do anything I dare you to do?" He mutters something rude. "Alright, fine. I will - but I'm only doing it for you!" he says while blushing. I nod my head and smile. Phase number two. "On one condition."
Oh no.
"Hang out with Circus Baby." I glare at him. He knows I can't do that! I get all sweaty, nervous and clumsy around her! I almost fainted when she dragged me inside! But this is to get Toy Bonnie a girlfriend! FOR LOVE! "Okay. Your got yourself a deal."