The Gang

Funtime Foxy

Pls listen to: Can't sleep love by pentatonix
Okaayyyyy......this is awkward.......bye oh btw, this has only one bad word.....I think okay bye

I walk up to Ballora and tap on her shoulder. She turns around and glares at me. "Oh. It's you again. What do you want?" she asks. I huff. "Well, hello to you, too, Ballora. I was just gon' ask ya somethin' . . . Baby doin' aight?" She nods her head and crosses her arms. "I just wish I was the one taking care of her." I smile and glance at Springtrap. He has blonde hair, and dark, charcoal eyes that you could get lost in. His pale, olive skin glistens in the dark, his grin hiding secrets from society. He catches me examining him and growls. I look away and find Funtime Freddy frowning. I ask, "What's wrong, Freddy?" He shakes his head and glances at Freddy, who was sipping on his soda, watching the show. I shrug and sit down beside Ballora. Her Minireenas went to the play area and played with the Bidybabs, laughing boisterously. I watch Springtrap and his group perform in front of the children, and soon, I was out like a light.

My eyes slowly open and I see Toy Freddy with Balloon Boy. BB notices me awake and tells Toy Freddy. Toy Freddy sighs. "You fell asleep during the show - man, that was a long sleep you had there." I chuckle and I sit up, and see that it was already noon time. "You think JJ likes balloons? Oh, and Baby, too? Do they both like balloons?" BB asks, his cheeks flaring. I laugh and pat his back. "Well, one thing's for sure - Baby loves balloons." BB grins and looks down on the floor. Toy Freddy laughs and says, "I didn't know you liked Baby, BB. I thought you only liked JJ." BB turns into a tomato and stay silent. Toy Freddy and I chuckle. I sit beside BB and say, "I'll help you! I'm Baby's closest friend, and I know all of her secrets. In fact - let's go there right now!" BB looks up and frowns. "W-What? B-B-But I -"
"Let's go!" says an impatient Freddy.

We knock on Baby's door, and hear a thump. "Ah, shit," we hear someone mumble. I knock again. The door opens to see Baby holding her left foot. She narrows her eyes on us. "Oh. It's you." BB gulps, and Toy Freddy trembles. I wave hello to her. "Yeah, and I want to introduce you to my friends -"
"Yeah, not interested," she cuts in and slams the door closed. Toy Freddy smirks and pushes me aside. "Let the professional handle this." He knocks on the door and straightens his bow tie. The door opens. "Hello, Ms. Baby! My name is Toy Freddy, and this is Balloon Boy! I hope to become your friend!" Baby stares at him and, after a few seconds, slams the door closed. Toy Freddy sighs and crosses his arms. He glances at BB who was nervously scratching the back of his neck. I feel bad for the little guy, so I decide to knock on the door once more. "Circus Baby, I'm kicking the door open! In 3, 2, 1. . . ." Baby opens the door with a furious expression. "Come in."

Toy Freddy, BB and I sit down on Funtime Freddy's bed which makes me very uncomfortable. Baby groans and wraps herself with her blue blanket and sneezes. "Look - I'm sick. So one reason that you probably came here, is that you'd get sick. But obviously you aren't here for that. So. . . what?" she asks. BB blushes, and Toy Freddy grins. "Well, actually, Balloon Boy here has something to tell you." BB glared at him, but Baby smiled, clueless as. . . well, you know. "So? What is it?" BB looks around nervously, as Baby stares at him, expecting for an answer. "W-Well, w-w-what w-would you s-s-s-say i-if y-y-you l-l-l-like a-a girl, b-but you j-j-just can't t-t-talk to h-her?" Baby giggled and her eyes soften. "Well, first off, I'm not the kind of gal you would come to ask for love advice, but, I assure you, I've experienced that, too." She sighs.

"It. . . It was when I first arrived here. There was something about him that caught my eye. He was. . . really charming, and smart, as well. But he was always hiding in the shadows, never really talking to anyone. The only time I saw him was when he toured me around the asylum, and, well, I couldn't quite speak when I was with him. He had red hair, a party hat with green and yellow stripes. He wore some sort of clown suit with a big, red button on the middle. His black eyes . . . I fear that if I stare at it, I might drown, and never go back up again. And. . . his smile . . . even the Sun itself won't show, because it knows that it won't shine as bright as his.