The Gang

Funtime Freddy

Hey guyyyysssssssssss...... pls listen to: Sound of Silence. Love that song.

I can't believe it. Circus Baby is ill. No main attraction in our group, just plain old me, Funtime Foxy, and Ballora. Speaking of Ballora, she didn't seem quite. . . herself yesterday. Her voice was deeper, and she seemed mean as well. "Funtime Freddy? Can you pass me those chocolate you gave me? I'm hungry," mutters Baby. I frown and say to her, "Baby - you're sick. You need to rest and eat healthy food." Baby raises a brow. "W-What do you mean? Chocolate is made from cocoa and cocoa is made from seeds and healthy food are made from seeds, so chocolate must be healthy." I sigh and give her the chocolate. "Alright - but don't eat the whole box, okay?"
"Uh. . ."
"What?"
She clears her throat. "Oh no, a unicorn must've eaten the whole box." I face palm. "Okay, well, you should start eating salad and fruits and vegetables and-"
"Yeah,yeah, I will Mr. Bear." I stand up when
I hear a knock on the door. "Hello? Circus Baby? You in here?" asks a familiar voice. I walk over to the door and open it. Freddy.

An awkward moment of silence. "So, uh, is she doing any good?" he asks. I nod my head and furrow my brows. Freddy sighs and looks at Baby. "She looks really cute when she's asleep." I grit my teeth. ". . . I'm happy she's my sister." I look at him in surprise. "She's your s-sister?" I ask. He nods, but doesn't look away from her. "We were separated when I was seven and she was five. Mom always told her that she didn't have a brother, and I was only her imaginary friend." His voice softens. "And. . . she sent me to the asylum, since I got crazy and almost killed dad when he smacked her. You see, dad drinks a lot a-and he comes in Circus Baby's room and mine a-a-and. . . ." My eyes widen and I bow my head. "I-I'm sorry, sir. I-I-I didn't know." Freddy smiled at me, tears in his eyes. "It's okay. You're a good man, I can see that in you. You'll make a great husband someday. Thank you. . . ."
"For what sir?"
"For taking care of my little sis."

I smile at Funtime Foxy. "Hey, Foxy." He blushes. "H-Hey, Freddy. L-Look, about before -"
"Look, just go with flow, alright? Let's imagine that you didn't confessed to me," I snap. He smiles and looks away. "Alright, Ballora, get your gifts. We're going to visit Baby." Ballora grins and runs to her room. After a few seconds, she comes out carrying big boxes. "Where did you get all this?"
"Oh, I asked Michael to deliver these things. Most of them are mine, but Michael also bought some for Baby - after all, she is Michael's favorite," she shrugs. I nod my head and say, "Well, she's very excited to see you guys. And, strange thing is, she's been asking for the Bidybabs. She says that there are new ones on the team, and -"
"Don't worry! Circus Baby would be excited to see us! We're bringing them now!" says a small and gentle voice, which was clearly Bidybab's. I see them run as fast as they could towards Baby's room. I say, "Come on, let's go!"

Baby sniffs. "Aw, thanks, you guys! Oh - and tell Michael thanks as well. I know he's been really busy." I smile. Baby was really caring and kind once you get to know her. She's got a soft spot for people like Michael. And Eggs Benedict, as well. I still don't know the guy, but Ballora told me all about him. "Hey, Boss, here are the newbies," says BidybAb. He points to Jonathon. "This is Jonathon. He's a bit shy, but he's really great at singing. And over here is Mary. She's a social butterfly and she is great at magic - just like Bidybab over here! And this is Trevor, he's really special." Baby smiles and says, "Welcome to the crew! You guys call me either 'Boss' or 'Baby,' but I prefer if you call me'Boss.'" They nod their heads. "Well, Baby, hope you get well soon! I have to go perfect my dance, okay?" Baby giggled and grins mischievously. "I can perfectly understand, anyways, you aren't really that good at it. It seems like you just recycled your tutu." Ballora furrows her brows and growls. "I'll kill you. . . NOW TAKE IT BACK! I AM GREAT AT DANCING!" Funtime Foxy laughs and glances at me. I start laughing as well. Baby shrugs and says, "Yeah, keep telling yourself that." Funtime Foxy and I start laughing even harder. Ballora storms out of the room, mumbling nonsense. Baby lies back down on her bed and mumbles, "Finally, some silence."

I walk to Freddy's room and see Bonnie talking to him. Bonnie points to me, and Freddy's smile falters. I wave at him. He waves back, but not as enthusiastic as he was when he visited Baby. He runs to me. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, I -"
"You can't be here. You should be watching over Baby. You should have stayed with her!" he snaps, and he tries to lunge at me, but Bonnie holds him. "F-Freddy, shh, calm down, I'm sure she's -"
"No, Bonnie! She might be dead by now! I-I - no! You," he snarls at me and shrugs Bonnie off him. He pulls me up by my collar and growls. "You must've done this." I shake my head and say, "Done what? I-I don't even know what you're talking about!" Freddy punches him. "Mangle! I've seen you talk to her before - and now, she injured because of some psychopath!" I frown. "Oh, no. . . Mangle. . . . No. I didn't do this." Bonnie walks up to Freddy. "Fred, listen to the guy. And even if he is the psychopath, we don't have enough evidence to prove it." Freddy let's go of me, and he nods at Bonnie. "Yeah, you're right. Probably just paranoid, that's all." I stand up and ask, "What room is Mangle in?" Bonnie points to the hall. "Down the hall, take a left, then turn right."
"Thanks."

Ballora frowns. "Foxy, I-I'm sorry. Really, I am." Foxy frowns and his yellow eyes was filled with anger and sadness. "Thank you, Ballora. I promise you, Mangle, I'll find out who did this. . . I promise," he says, the last statement turning into a whisper. Circus Baby sneezes and says awkwardly, "Sorry. Just really sick right now." Foxy smiles at her. "It's okay. And by the way, thanks for coming, even though you're sick. I really appreciate that." Baby blushes, embarrassed at the statement. "Oh, it's nothing, really. . ." she waves her hand lazily in the air. Foxy stops. Baby's smile falters and she becomes flustered. "Keep 'em coming." We all laugh. Baby laughs as well, but not as boisterous as ours. "What? What's so funny?" asks the clueless clown. I chuckle a bit before saying, "Nothing, nothing. Maybe we should go back to the room. You're shivering." I turn to talk to Foxy. "We gotta go Foxy. Baby's feeling sick again. . . is that okay with you?" Foxy grins and nods his head. He's a great friend.

Baby sighs and kicks the bed. "Argh, I'm so bored. Fred, think you can sing me something?" I sit on the bed and glance at her. "I-I don't know . . . I'm really terrible at singing." Baby widens her eyes and sticks out her bottom lip. I sigh, knowing I have no choice. I clear my throat and start to sing.

🎶 Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was still planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
A neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
No one dare
Disturb the sound of silence

"Fools," said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out it's warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophet
Are written on the subway walks
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sound of silence" 🎶

I end the song and see Baby sleeping peacefully. I smile and I go to my bed, glancing at my hand puppet. "Sometimes, I wish you were alive."