Secretly, Me {FNAF - Plushtrap X Nightmare}

Chapter Two - Shopping

"What's your full name?", He smiled devilishly. Nightmare eyed him sceptically and stared at his phone he held in his hand.

"Darkes-"

"No, really."

"My last name is actually darkes. D-A-R-K-E-S," He spelt out for him, not putting up much of a fight. You see, the problem was that he had a little bit of a..."thing" for Spring. Plush would always laugh when this 'Nightmare' came up. What a weird name for such a plain guy. He was clearly really boring, obviously. Plush knew that. This was the guy that had never been to a club.

"Alright then, weirdo," Plush smiled and made him an Instagram, Twitter, Snapchat and a Tumblr, "Here you go~", Plush smiled a childish grin that made Nightmare internally cringe, "Just post pictures of yourself and you'll get somewhere."

"No thanks."

"What do you mean, "No thanks"?!", Plush glared at him with an angry glare, "W-W- Don't "No thanks," The queen of Tumblr!"

"Queen?"

"Don't misgender me!"

"Oh my god, you cannot be- Are you putting this on or is this genuinely how you react around the majority of people?", He stares at him in disbelief.

"What the fuck are you talking about?", Plush pouted and lay back, taking a few selfies without a care in the world.

"Nevermind. Either way. No thanks, Plushie," Nightmare nicknamed him, making Plush jump up and snarl at him.

"Hey! Don't call me that, Nightfreak!", Plush name-called back, making Nightmare grin, the first sign of emotion he had shown all night. It made Plush feel somewhat...Happy? Sudden...Joy? To get emotions out of him- and it wasn't because of Spring. It felt like he had accomplished something.

Plush eventually laughed a little and shut up, smiling. He gave his phone back, "So you're hooked, just try?", He frowned.

"Still no."

"Hm...What if I were to take a picture with you? You'd get so many followers in-"

"Still no."

Plush had never met someone who would deny a photo with him- Unless it was Spring, of course. He was too paranoid and anxious. Plush understood that...He was a Tumblr boy. Obviously. Plush was more of an Instagram and Tumblr "Princess Queen thing" (as he liked to put it).

"You're mean as hell. Oh my god," Plush rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, "Oh- Also. How do you cook? Probably shit. You must have servants, right?", Plush huffed and stared him up and down, eyeing the boy carefully. Plush suddenly realised the smell of the air around him was fresh, he smelt extremely pleasant. Plush liked that in a guy.

"I'm alright, not completely shit. I can try?", He turned to him, Plush shrugging and leaning back onto the sofa and pouting.

"Thanks, I want a cheeseburger."

"Do you have the ingredients?"

"No."

"Ugh," Nightmare rolled his eyes and grabbed his black, leather jacket, staring at Plush from the door, "Hey, Bun, you coming?"

"Why the hell would I want to walk down the road? One: Ew, exercise, no thanks. Two: I'm going to be seen with you and if I do get seen, people'll think we're dating-!"

"Let me guess, "Ew!"," Nightmare mimicked, making Plush huff and stand up, "Look, come with me and you can get some nice treats," Nightmare persuaded him, Plush staring at him with eyes of disapproval.

"Is it because I'm fat?!", Plush hissed at him, Nightmare giving him a weird look.

"You're not fat...? I mean- You're pudgy, not fat?", He tilted his head, being unbelievably blunt. Plush hissed at his comment and threw his phone at him.

"YOU'RE NOT MEANT TO SAY THAT!"

"I think you're pretty, if that helps?"

"NO!", Plush growled, grabbing his coat angrily and dragging Nightmare out to his car, "Come o- What car is that?", Plush asked, staring at the large car, a little gasp running out of his mouth.

"Lamborghini Gallardo...?", Nightmare tilted his head, opening the door for Plush and letting him get in.

"It's cool," He shrugged, acting like it was nothing but secretly having his emotions bubble inside. Nightmare then hopped into the car and started driving towards the town. Plush was confused, he wasn't sure where they were going so obviously, he took it wrong.

"Are you going to take me to an alley to fuck or something?!", Plush crossed his arms and glared at Nightmare who gave him a weird look, "And how the fuck can you drive with your knees! Put your hands on the wheel!", He squealed and shut his eyes tightly.

"Wait there," Nightmare rolled his eyes and bent over slightly to the glove box, grabbing out some sort of chocolate bar and passing it to him. Hre then proceeded to moving his hands back on the wheel and giving a little look at Plush in the corner of his eyes.

"H...Huh? Oh. Thanks," Plush shrugged and ate it slowly, liking the taste of it. It was cookie and creme flavoured.

Eventually, Nightmare pulled up outside the large store. He got out and pulled open the door, making Plush get out and stare around, "Huh. No one's looking."

"You're surprised?", Nightmare tilted his head, yet again, another not-meant-to-be insult thrown at him.

"Shut up. I shouldn't even be outside. Do you know how dangerous that is for an important person like me?", Plush let out a triumphant 'hmpht' before he began strolling inside, "Hurry up."

Nightmare done as he said, following him around the store. Plush looked around, noticing how many looks that Nightmare was getting...And how many looks he wasn't getting. Maybe it had been his staggering height at seven foot or just his handsome face and model body.

"What do you want?"

"I don't care!", Plush huffed, glaring at him.

"C'mon, I'll get you anything."

"Anything...?"