The Gang

Circus Baby

Listen to: Join us for a bite by JT Machinima. Have a nice day!

I open my eyes and see Funtime Freddy brushing his hair. "Is it true?" he asks. I nod my head coolly. "Yeah. I love food." He sighs. "I mean what Funtime Foxy said before. Is it true?" he asks again. "Yes," I reply. He shakes his head and looks at me in the eye. "B-But I like someone else! And she's really, really special. . . " he trails off. I tilt my head. "Who?" I ask. It could be anyone - maybe even Ballora! Funtime Freddy stumbles, but gains his balance. "Y-Y-You mean you don't know?" I shake my head, "Nope!" I giggle and poke him. "Hey, hey - is it Ballora?" He blushed and glares at me. "You know she's like a sister to me - and ew!" I hum in thought. "Bidybab?"
"No."
"Bidy-A-b?"
"No."
"Mini -"
"No."
"- reena?"
"No."
"Um. . . I'm running out of options, here. . ." I stop and examine him. "Oh! Is it Bonnet?" He growls and shouts, "NO! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" I puff out my cheeks. "Well, that's very rude of you, Mr. Bear." Funtime Freddy sighs in frustration. "You know, for a cold person, you're really childish sometimes." I grin. "Hey - who says I can't be childish? Oh, and by the way, I know you told him." I see him shiver as I glare at him. "Didn't I tell you to keep it a secret?" I say. He whimpers. "H-He was practically begging for it!" I raise a brow. "Oh? Well, what if you beg right now for mercy? 'Cause I'm gonna beat you to a pulp." He kneels and pleads, "Please!PLEASE! Have mercy! I'm so sorry - it won't happen again!" I smirk and crack my knuckles. "I'm sorry - but I'm not like you, Mr. Bear!"

I yawn and knock on Michael's door. "Come in!" he says. I kick the door open and slam it. "Hey, Michael. Why'd you call?" I ask him, sitting on the empty chair. He smiles at me. "We have a new guard! His name is Eggs Benedict! And I would really love it if you could tour him around the asylum! What'd ya say, champ?" I snort and laugh. "Wait, wait, wait - you think that I'll tour a dumb newcomer? Yeah, right. Keep on dreaming, Michael." Michael frowns at me. "Please?" I shake my head and glare at him. "No means no." He pleads even more. "Pretty please with cherry on top?"
"Nope."
"I'll give you ice cream?"
"Only for today? I'm sorry - no."
"Any flavour! For a week?"
"A week? Who do you think I am - Ballora on a diet? No!"
"A year?"
"The year's almost ending."
"Three years, any flavours?"
I grin and nod my head. "You got a deal." He smiled and points to someone behind me. "Oh, look! He's there already!" I turn around and see Eggs Benedict. His hair couldn't be seen because of his cap. He has blue eyes and wears a security guard uniform. I nod at him. "'Sup?" He looks around for a bit. "Um?" I sigh and take him out of the office. His soft hand. . . it reminds me of someone. . . someone I know. . . someone I killed. Once we are outside, I still don't let go of his hand. . . I wonder why. . . . "Um, excuse me, I'm sorry, but - what's your name?" he asks me. I look at him and say in a sweet tone, "Oh, silly me! I forgot to tell you my name!" I let go of his hand and twirl around in a circle. "The name's Circus Baby! And you must be Eggs Benedict!" He blushes and nods his head. "Y-Yeah - I am! I-I-I o-overheard t-the conversation - a-a-aren't you s-supposed t-to show m-m-me around?" he asks me shyly. I see a bunch of guys walk in my direction and stare at me with admiration and love. I smile with a little giggle. "You have great hearing! Yes - I am!" The group of boys faint - although I just don't know why. Eggs glances at the boys strangely. "What happened to them?" he asks curiously. I frown. "Oh, well, um, I don't really know. But every time they look at me, they seem like they might faint," I say. Eggs chuckles and smiles. "It's called love. D'you know what love is?" I shake my head and grin at him. "Unfortunately, no - I haven't. But. . . you can tell me. Right?" He nods his head proudly. "Uh-huh! Love is when you feel attracted to another person - and it's more than just friends."
"So . . . best friends?"
"Um, well - no. More than that."
"Best, best friends?"
"No."
"Best, best, best friends forever?"
"No."
"Lovers?"
"Exactly!" he beams. I frown. "Well, I-I don't really think I'm anyone's type - and I don't like anyone either." Eggs fails to control his balance and falls. "S-So you mean you don't know why those boys fainted when they looked at you?" I shake my head, "No, not really." He frowns and scratches his head. "Yes, well, it means that they find you, uh, attractive. Which means that they like you!" I think hard. Is it true? Do they really like me? No way! I mean, they never give me love letters or presents to be exact. They don't even show a single clue that they like me! What if it was them who put all those letters and presents inside my locker? No - it could be a fairy! "Um, Circus Baby?" Eggs interrupts my thoughts. I smile at him. "Thanks for telling me! Oh! And by the way -" I kiss him on the cheek. "I think you're just my type!"