He's Just A Teddy Bear

The Phone Is Ringing

BONNIE'S P.O.V

"CHICA!" I yell.

A girl comes popping out of the kitchen. She has short, blond hair that curves around her neck; most of it in a sideways ponytail on the top left part of her head. She has big, soft magenta eyes with long lashes and small, full lips. She wears a knee-length dress that's yellow. Her sleeves are rolled up to her elbows, the cuffs white. She has a white bib that has bold, pink letters that read Let's Eat and a blank, white, frilly apron tried around her waist. She has orange tights and pink heels that are less than an inch off the ground. Her braclets clank together as she holds a pink icing cupcake in front of her.

"Yeah, Bonnie?" she says innocently.

"What's the racket from in there?" I ask, an aggravated hint in my normally soft, happy tone.

Chica blushes and says, "New pizza?"

I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose. "Do I dare ask what kind?"

"New?"

I grin despite myself. "You think kids'll eat it?"

She nods. "Yep! I thought that since I liked pineapple and ham, I would add then to my favorite dish: Pizza! I'm a genuis!"

I giggle, not having the heart to tell my younger friend that "her" pizza has already been made. I smile fondly as she disappears back into the kitchen.

"Aye, Bonnie!"

I turn to see a boy taller then me with red, baggy hair and piercing, yellow eyes; one covered with an eye patch. He has pointy, red fox ears with a piercing or two in each. He has a button-down shirt that's black with silver buttons. The middle of the shirt is ripped out, showing his stomach. Also around his waist is an apron. The shirt is tucked into his ripped, brown pirate pants. His pants are tucked into his mid-calf boots. His left hand is actually a shiny, metal hook. I watch as his ginger tails swings behind him, showing he's excited about something. His long, thin scar travels from under his right ear to far under his shirt collar. He tightens his belt as I clear my throat.

"What's up, Foxy?" I ask, smiling kindly at my friend.

His one eye blinks animatedly as he says, "Me Cove's been egged again. Nasty 'ittle kids, them demons. And me can't clean it!"

He grumbles under his voice for another minute before making an upset face.

"Okay, Foxy," I say, placing my hand on his shoulder. "I'll get Mike to clean it. After all, we can't have our star of Pirate's Cove having a nasty curtain, can we?"

"Me didn't mean ta soun' like an 'ittle baby, sir. Me jus' want me Cove cleaned."

He looks down to the ground as if he was a kicked puppy. I smile and stretch my hair to pet his shaggy, blood red hair. He purrs under the touch.

"Don't worry, Foxy. I was just joking around."

He only nods and heads back to the kitchen. I hear him asking Chica if he can do anything to help. I grin and look around. The stage might need swept.

"Goldie?" I call.

A popping sound makes me look behind myself.

A boy slightly shorter then me appears out of nowhere. He has bark blond hair that tails his neck and has bangs that cover some of his eyes. His eyes are this icy-caring blue most of the time unless you p*ssed him off. If you do that, they become a raging red. He has fluffy gold bear ears on his head a purple top hat tilted. He has a golden button up shirt with a black silk-like vest over it. In his vest pocket is a small microphone pin. His button up shirt is tucked into slick, black jeans and he has church shoes on. Around his waist is a light purple apron, matching his top hat, and winging around, is his fluffy golden bear tail. Around his waist is a white apron and to top it all off, he has white gloves on his hands.

"Yes, Bonnie?" he asks, his voice more of an echo then anything.

"Two questions," I say before anything. "One, can-"

"You can just tell me to do something, Bonnie. Really, being able to help and not being stuck in the Parts and Service Room is great."

"Oh, um, could you sweep the lobby and stage?" He blinks twice and snaps. The room and stage are swept. "Cool," I exclaim, my bunny ear straightening up. "And, have you seen Freddy by chance?"

Goldie's brows fur. A look of concern crosses his features as he shakes his head no.

"No. I haven't. I was hoping he came back from Mike's place already."

I nod and sigh. "Yeah. I was just wondering if he was back or not. That's all."

I can tell my face isn't as happy looking as usual as Goldie cones to me and hugs me. I hug back and bury my face in his neck.

"If it makes you feel any better, you're an amazing boss, and he'll be back soon, Bonnie. I know he will, yeah?"

"Yeah."

Goldie tells me he's going to go and help Foxy and Chica in the kitchen. I nod to him and he teleports away. I head to my room.

I open my door and close it behind me. I lock it and head to my closet. I open the door and look in the body-length mirror.

A tall, skinny teen looks back at me. He has light, soft lilac looking hair that's in a low ponytail; his bangs falling in his soft, red eyes. He has a dark purple button up shirt on with a light purple vest over it. He has skinny, black Jean's on with a white apron around his waist. Just like Foxy and Goldie, his shirt is tucked into his pants. He has tennis shoes on and in his vest's pocket is a small, lilac bunny pin. He has a floof ball that's his tail and long, floppy, purple bunny ears on his head. That's me.

I pull at my fingerless gloves that I wear when I play guitar. I throw them on my dresser and flop myself on my bed.

Everything's quiet for a good few minutes before--

"BONNIE!!! THE PPHHOONNNEE'S RINGGGGING!!" Chica yells.

I sigh, but get up anyway. I head to where our night guard, Mike, usually is from twleve to six and pick up the phone.

"Hello?'

Silence.

"Hello? Is any--"

"Bonnie? Hey. Are you busy right now?" a sweet voice asks.

"Freddy?"