The Gang

Circus Baby

Heyyyyy pls listen to: Alphabet boy......spoiler alert almosssst eeeevvvveeeerryyyyyooonnnee will hate Baby......just saying, bro.... anyways, have a good time reading this lame chapter

I rub my eyes and try to stand up, but fall down instead. Then, an intense headache punched me in the head. I groan in pain. I stand up slowly, massaging my temples. "Uh. . . what happened?" I ask. No one answered. I look around as my vision clears. We had a party last night and it went a little . . . wild. Okay, maybe a bit too wild. OKAY, WE WERE WILD ANIMALS. I saw that William was . . . NAKED?! OKAY, WHAT HAPPENED?! I hear Funtime Freddy moaning my name. I walk lazily towards him and kneel down. "W-What happened last night?" He sits up and groans, "W-William came in a-and bought with him s-s-some w-wine a-a-and I-I kinda got c-carried away. . . and you got d-drunk by some juice." I look at the clock. "Oh, shit. Hurry, tell the others we're performing in one hour." I run away to my room and close the door. I had to change my clothes - they're already stained. I have to wash this later. But right now, I have to change.

I open the drawer and get my second set of clothes. (Check out Baby's clothes above and that's what she's gonna wear. Hey - I don't know how to describe it, okay? 😑)

I stretch my arms and run to the cafeteria.
I arrive and see the children sitting in their seats, eating pizza. I see Ballora and the others signalling me to come up the stage. But before I can go, someone stops me. "Here - an earpiece . . . thingy." I take it from William and put it in my ear. I thank him and run to the stage.

"Why, hello children! What brings you here?" I ask. I'm tired of this job already. I make my cape sway. "For food!" they all shout. I giggle and say, "You guys really are hungry. Well, don't fret! Funtime Foxy'll be coming to hell you share and eat your pizzas. Have a good time!" The curtain closes. I see the children run to the Funtime Auditorium, laughter echoing in my halls. Only a few were left, just like always. "Baby? Look, my son's coming over and he's bringing his daughter. Don't mess this up, he's gonna pay me a fortune!" a deep voice says. I tap my earpiece. "I won't."

The ice cream was closer than usual, looks like I don't have to run over there and run back to the stage again. Then, a tall figure, which looked like William, came with a small, blonde little girl. She joined the group, making it five. But, the man took her hand whispered something to her, which made her very angry. I see her pout and say something to him. The man furrowed his brows, said something in reply, and walked away. I smile a bit when the girl comes runny towards me and the children. "Alright, everyone! Who wants me to sing your song?" A hand. "Alphabet Boy!" I smile and bow, "Of course!"

🎶 A-A-AAA, B-B-B-B
A-A-AAA, B-B-B-B
A-A-AAA, B-B-B-B
B-B-B-B, B-B-B-B

Always aiming paper airplanes at me
When you're around
You build me up like building blocks
Just so you can bring me down
You can crush my candy cane
But you'll never catch me cry
If you dangle that diploma and I dead,
You won't be surprised

I know my ABC's, yet you keep teaching me,
I say, fuck your degree, alphabet boy
You think you're smarter than me
With all your bad poetry
Fuck all your ABC's, alphabet boy

I'm not a little kid, now
Watch me get big, now
Spell my name on the fridge, now
With all your alphabet toys
You won the spelling bee, now
But are you smarter than me, now?
You're the prince of the playground,
Little alphabet boy

A-A-AAA, B-B-B-B
A-A-AAA, B-B-B-B
B-B-B-B, B-B-B, B-B-B-B

Apples aren't always appropriate apologies
Butterscotch and bubblegum drops are
Bitter sweet to me
You call me a child while you keep counting
All your coins,
But you're not my daddy, and I'm not your dolly, and your dictionary's destroyed

I know my ABC's, yet you keep
Teaching me,
I say, fuck your degree, alphabet boy
You think you're smarter than me
With all your bad poetry
Fuck all your ABC's, alphabet boy

I'm not a little kid, now
Watch me get big, now
Spell my name on the fridge, now
With all your alphabet toys
You won the spelling bee, now
But are you smarter than me, now?
You're the prince of the playground,
Little alphabet boy

Alphabet boy
My alphabet boy
Alphabet boy
Alphabet boy
My alphabet boy
Ooh-ooh

I'm not a little kid, now
Watch me get big, now
Spell my name on the fridge, now
With all your alphabet toys
You won the spelling bee, now
But are you smarter than me, now?
You're the prince of the playground,
Little alphabet boy

[2x]
A-A-AAA, B-B-B-B
A-A-AAA, B-B-B-B
B-B-B-B, B-B-B, B-B-B-B

(Alphabet boy, oh, alphabet boy)

Alphabet boy 🎶

I stop singing and see that only three are left. Two boys, and the blonde girl were left. The black-haired boy says to the girl, "I'm gonna go see Funtime Foxy. Wanna come?" The girl shakes her head. "No, I'll stay here." The boy shrugs and runs to the Funtime Auditorium. A brown-haired boy with black and grey stripes on glances at the girl with care in his eyes. He clutched his golden bear. "A-Are you sure y-y-you d-don't wanna c-come?" he asks shyly. The girl smiles and nods her head cheerfully. He smiles and runs after his friend. Then, she steps closer. I stopped dancing - I couldn't move. I kneel down on her level and ask, "Little girl - do you want ice cream?" The girl frowns. "B-But father said . . ." I reply, "Daddy isn't watching." She grins from ear to ear. "Vanilla, please!" After a few brief seconds, I hold it in my hand. "Here, little girl. Have your ice cream." I still couldn't move, at least, not until she steps closer. As she grabs the ice cream, I grab a knife that was lying around and hide it in my back. She licks the ice cream and says, "I don't know why father won't let me play with you! You're amazing!" I giggle. Then, I slowly lift my knife and stab her for about ten times or so. The children couldn't her screams over the sounds of their own excitement. I drag her body and hide her underneath the table. I wash my hands and go upstage.

The children rush in, and I continue to sing, but I was still in distraught. Why . . . why did I do that? I . . . It was like someone was controlling me. B-But how? Maybe I snapped? . . . Nobody can answer my questions, not even my closest friends. After the performance, the father of the girl I killed came in with a few men in black suits. They were looking for here. What if they found out? What if -

"Sir! S-She's -"

"OUT OF THE WAY!"

And that's when I realised . . . he was Eggs Benedict. The hair, the eyes, the voice . . . . He was the father of the girl I just killed. "NO! T-THIS IS -!" I feel . . . I feel . . . guilty. I . . . I didn't want to hurt anyone. I can see him hugging his daughter's dead body, as the men check the staff's hands for blood or have the same fingerprints on the knife. They know. I see the hatred in Eggs' eyes. How much he loathes me. How much he wants me to die. And I understand. I want to die, too.

People start to avoid me, they start to bully me and spread rumours about me. How I would creep in their rooms at night and kill them. How I would kill children and eat them. How I was a monster. Freddy and his gang, Toy Freddy and his gang, Springtrap's gang, and my gang were my only friends left. William, however, still considers me his favourite after killing his son's daughter. He must be insane.

I sit down on my bed, a shadow carting over my face to hide my expression. I hadn't slept for days after the incident. The police are here, and investigating William. My hands are shaking, and I can't make them stop. I can still see her, and I can still hear her. Her screams.

Circus Baby . . . it's okay.

No. No, it isn't. And I'm so sorry.