The Gang

Ballora

Hello, bros! Please listen to: Crumbling Dreams by *drum roll* Ballora, herself, for this chapter. Thaaannnnkkkkkssss

I twirl around on my stage, since no one was using it. I see someone come in, but quietly. I furrow my brows. "Is someone there? I hear someone crawling through my room. . ." Silence. "Perhaps. . . not." I hum to myself as I dance around my stage as gracefully as I could, not making any sound. "Ballora?" I jump when someone says my name. "T-Toy Bonnie?" I say, immediately recognizing the voice. He stands up and looks at me with worry. "I-I had been thinking about that dare . . . a-and I'm scared." I smirk. "I'll help you, of course! But!" He frowns. "You need to help me as well," I say. He nods in agreement. I take out small devices which is used on ears that I stole from Toy Freddy. "Here - take these. You can hear my voice through these little devices," I say. He nods his head and says, "Okay. Thanks. We'll be near the balcony tonight, 8 p.m., sharp." I freeze. I was going to perform - tonight. I laugh nervously and say, "T-Tonight? How about, oh I don't know, tom -"
"You're going to perform, I know. And that's why I made a deal with Puppet. He'll take your spot for today." I sigh. But, Puppet? I mean, he's really good at dancing, but, uh, did he really agree? "Oh. Uh, okay?" Toy Bonnie grins. "Thanks. This means a lot to me."

I put the earpiece on my ear and head to Baby's room. I knock on the door. Baby opens it and smiles at me. "Oh, hey, Ballora. How's it going?" Okay, so first, you want to be nice! Be the fun-loving guy! Compliment her, but don't insult her. I smile. "It-It's good. By the way, your clothes look really nice." Baby furrows her brows and looks at her clothes and then at me in confusion. "Thanks, I guess? I mean, I wear these clothes everyday, so it's not a big deal." Tell her that she looks pretty! "You look pretty today!" Baby smiles at me. "Thanks! But, personally, I think you're prettier." Alright! Okay, okay, baby steps, baby steps. Thank her and ask if she would like to dance - wait, no, have coffee at the canteen. I heard it was sweet! I scratch the back of my neck shyly. "Um, thank you. W-W-Would you like t-to have coffee with me? I-I mean, you d-don't have to." I way for her to answer. She looks at the old clock on her broken wall. "Yeah, sure! I'd love to!" I gulp and whisper, "What now?"
"What was that?" asks Baby. I shake my head. "Um, nothing. Boy, isn't the weather great today?" Baby raises a brow. "How would you know?" I blush and laugh nervously. "I-I just thought -"
"Never mind. Wait here - I'll have to tell Freddy and Funtime Freddy to back off first." This time, it's my turn to raise a brow. I peek beside her shoulder and see Funtime Freddy and Freddy holding roses with chocolate inside. I feel. . . I feel like I'm just one of those pests. "Oh! I forgot! They came in here to give me chocolate, Ballora! Oh, how delicious! I'm so glad they came!" she says cheerfully, a drop of saliva was on the edge of her mouth. Funtime Freddy notices me and asks me for help. Well, by staring at each other. I clear my throat. Well, okay, so Funtime Freddy's asking for our help. Well, your help to be exact. I guess you need to take Baby somewhere else. "Hey,Baby, let's leave the big boys alone for a while, let's do something else," I say. Baby grins. "Yay! Wait, they're big boys? When do I become a big boy?" The boys and I try hard not to laugh. "Um, well, you don't. You become a big girl, not a big boy." Baby forms her mouth into a 'o.' She tilts her head and says, "So, can't be a boy?"
"No. Y-You can't."
"But, what about the cafeteria lady?"
"Well, he, uh, he went through some tough times. Now, let's go to the cafeteria, shall we?"
"Oh, but -" Before she finishes, I grab her arm and drag her to the cafeteria. "B-But my chocolate! Nooo! Take me back! Chocolate!"

We sit down at a dirty table, but that was the only vacant table we could only find here. Sometimes, we would just eat at the floor. Or maybe even the bathroom. I sip my coffee. Although, it tastes like cardboard, but, like, mixed with toilet water. "To be honest, their coffee sucks," I say truthfully. Baby laughs and takes her coffee. Her eyes widen and she spits it out. I can't help but laugh. Yes. . . YES! It's working, WORKING! You're doing a great job at this! Now, be romantic! I gulp and I start to sweat nervously. "U-Um, Baby?" Baby turns her head to me with a smile. "Yes?" she asks, her big green eyes filled with wonder. . . and hate. "Well, would you -"
"Oh! Hey there, Baby!"
Baby stands up with a grin on her face and waves to someone behind me. "Hey! It's been a long time since we She met, Eggs Benedict!" she exclaims. A tall man with curly brown hair and big, blue eyes comes over to our table. He wears a security guard uniform. "Yeah, it has been a long time. And. . . is this the famous and talented Ballora?" he asks, smiling at me. Baby smirks. "Well, yes, but, I wouldn't exactly call her talented," she says teasingly. I gasp. "Take it back. Take. It. Back. TAKE IT BACK!" Circus Baby chuckles and holds her hands up in surrender. "Alright, alright - I take it back already." She slyly looks the other way, a smile on her face. The man, presumably Eggs Benedict, laughed. "I assume you must be best friends. . . right?" he asks. Circus Baby nods her head and places her elbow on the table so she could put her chin on her palm. "Yeah, we are - I have a lot of best friends, but she's the best. I think we're kinda like sisters, y'know?" she says, looking at me with cheerfulness in her eyes. I nod my head painfully after she put me in the sister zone. "Yeah. Maybe we are sisters!" I say. What are you doing accepting the zone?! Do something! Flirt! I think to myself, I love her, but . . . we would never be together. And that's the truth. Baby. . . she's better than me and deserves better. I just want her to be happy. She can't be mine forever. I'm happy that she considers me as a sister. I always thought I was just another one of those boys. Heh, she's one of a kind, isn't she? I smile and stand up. Circus Baby frowns. "Where are you going?" she pouts. I feel blood inside my nose. She was. . . "I need to go catch up on my dancing, y'know, for the performance tonight?" Baby grins at me and winks. "Right. I hope I see you tonight!" Sorry Baby, but I made a promise. You'll have to see Puppet dance instead.