(READ DESC) Fazbear Entertainment's New Apprentice

Chapter 4: New Friends Pt2

You walked to the next door and opened it, going inside. Before you could close it, you suddenly got pushed against the door. You looked up at what had caused the sudden action and realised Toby had accidentally body slammed you into the door while hugging you. He squeezed you tightly, the air almost escaping your lungs. You quickly tap his arm and he lets you go, pushing you away from him as he holds your shoulders and bends over slightly to be at eye level with you. 

"Oh my gosh, are you ok? I didn't hurt you, did I? Oh I'm so sorry my dear!"
He spoke quickly, his words seeming to be one from the speed in which the words left his voice box. He let out a small whimper once he was done, his tail drooping as he looked downwards. You rushed to hug him, rubbing circles into his back. 

"No, no Toby it's ok. It was just a little tight is all."

He hugged you back in return as his tag started to way back and forth once more. 

"Oh good! I thought that I'd hurt you. I'm so sorry about that, darling! Truly!"

"It's ok! Really. It didn't hurt that much. Just took me by surprise."

You chuckled as you spoke, brushing off the pet names he gave you and looking up at the puppy in your arms. This was the first good look you had at him. He had enchanting yellow eyes and a patch of white on his face that covered his cheeks, his mouth, and the bridge of his nose. His nose slightly resembled the shape of a heart which you couldn't help but smile at. His outfit was similar to the human Toby's waiter outfit. 

He had a white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, with an orange band around his right arm. He was wearing an orange vest that had a small badge of a blue paw print on your right-hand side. His trousers were orange as well and faded into a beautiful, deep blue colour. His dress shoes were the same blue as his pants, just darker. In one of his pockets, you could see something resembling drumsticks sticking out. 

"Hey, Toby, what's that in your pocket?"

The pup smiled as he pulled away, his tail's speed increasing rapidly as he pulled out the item. They were in fact, drum sticks. The bottom half was painted blue and had an orange paw print painted with glitter glue on each one. 

"These are my drum sticks! Did you wanna get a closer look at them?"

You were surprised at this. You half expected him to ask if you wanted to hear a song but you brushed it off. 'He probably hasn't received his drum kit yet.'

"Yeah!"

The pup carefully handed you his drum sticks, to which you closely examined them. You ran your hand down the length of one and realised that it was actual wood and not some cheap plastic painted with a wood grain design. The edge of the blue paint around the bottom of each stick was slightly chipped, seemly from being held a little too tightly whilst being used. Maybe you should ask about his drum kit. He might play you a song!

"Could you play me a song?"

This seemed to spark something in the terrier as his tail immediately stopped wagging and his eyebrows rose. He started to stutter. 

"Y-You want to hear a song... from me?"

His eyes widened, his pupils enlarging until the colour in his eyes was barely visible. His smile dropped. Scared you did something wrong you quickly tried to correct yourself, panic fuelling your body. 

"It's ok if you don't want to! There's no pressure to Toby."

He and Hook seem to share something in common because he did the same cartoonish head shake as she did, just less violently. His eyes were back to normal and his tail started to wag once more once the shake had stopped.