Foxy x Bonnie- I'm Taking You Home

“Alright, we have about an hour until Schmidt gets here,” Freddy looked over at the 3 animatronics standing in the Dining Area with slight boredom in his voice. He pointed at Foxy, who was putting his hook dangerously close to Bonnie’s fluffy tail. “Don’t mess this up,” Freddy pointed at Foxy. Foxy flew back and put his hands, er, hand and hook, up.

“Wouldn’t dream o’ it Faz,” Foxy told him. Chica rolled her eyes.

“Since when will a little pipsqueak like him ever cause trouble?” She asked. Foxy glared at the yellow animatronic.

“Says the animatronic obese on pizza,” Foxy argued.

“Read my bib,” Chica told him. Bonnie moved his eyes from Foxy to Chica, then forwards at Freddy.

“Yeah but we don’t really need to eat anything-”

“READ THE BIB!” Chica cut Bonnie off. Freddy turned around and began to walk down the hallway.

“Read the bib, Bonnie,” Freddy told him and disappeared into the Kitchen.

Chica let out a puff of air and left after Freddy. Foxy snickered and said in a quiet voice “probably to get more pizza”, to which Bonnie elbowed him in the side.

Foxy let his servers lock up for a few moments, but unlocked them and turned a 90 degree angle to see Bonnie eyeing the stage behind him.

“I bet ye can’t climb on top of there without the steps,” Foxy let out a snorting sound from his voice box. Bonnie narrowed his eyes at the fox.

“Why not?” He asked. Foxy shrugged and leaned back against the stage, dragging his hook across the wood bottom of the stage.

“Ye might be tall, but ye have stubby legs.” Foxy told him smugly. Bonnie tapped his index finger against the stage.

“Oh yeah? Well, I...I-” He and Foxy stood face-to-face, well, as much as they could. Bonnie towered over Foxy, and Foxy glared up at the rabbit. “I dare you to climb up here WITHOUT using your hook or teeth!” Bonnie told him. Foxy let out a fake gasp and put a hand to his chest.

“Oh Lordy, how will I EVER accomplish that?!” He said sarcastically. Bonnie glared at him. “Alright, laddie, ye first,”

Bonnie blinked, then turned back to the stage. It wasn’t too tall really, just a few inches. But, an animatronics balance has never been very stable, even when walking on level ground. Stepping up just a few inches is almost impossible to accomplish without falling over.

Bonnie looked over at Foxy and saw the small fox tapping his hook against the stage, motioning Bonnie to get going. Bonnie let a puff of air out from his endoskeleton, and lifted his foot.

He wobbled, and quickly put it back down on the floor. If he could, he would already be sweating bullets. He was scared he’d start sweating oil. Foxy let out a hearty laugh.

“Get good, Bonnie. Faz’ll have his night of hardcore debauchery before ye get up there,” Foxy taunted him. Bonnie shook his head.

“No way, just give me a moment,” he lifted his foot up and quickly moved it forward. His foot barely scraped against the stage, and he locked his servers to rest for a moment.

“Is that all ye can do?” Foxy asked.

“If you don’t shut up I’ll round kick you out the door,” Bonnie told him. His servers unlocked and he put weight on his higher leg. He lifted his other foot and swung it over in front of the other foot. He stood there for a minute, slightly doubled over, regaining his balance.

Bonnie, when he was confident of his balance, turned around and looked at Foxy.

“Are you ready for Bonnie?” He asked smugly. Foxy growled up at him. A muffled voice came from the kitchen.

“If you can’t use my motto right, then don’t use it at all,” Freddy yelled.

“Arrr, now, can ye get back down without the steps?” Foxy asked. Bonnie shrugged.

“I wasn’t dared to get down without the steps,” Bonnie countered. Foxy let out a small laugh.

“Yes, but CAN ye get down?” He asked. Bonnie was silent for a moment, before letting out a quiet “no”.

Foxy shook his head before walking over and picking Bonnie right off of the stage and turned around to go to Pirate Cove. Bonnie went still.

“What are you doing?” Out of all of the animatronics in the pizzeria, Foxy had the best balance, and as such, was the fastest. He always raced down towards the guard’s room, most of the time, just to test his speed. So Bonnie was only slightly surprised at how he could keep his balance despite being top-heavy.

“I’m taking ye home,” Foxy told him. Bonnie looked down at the small animatronic.

“Where is home?” Bonnie asked. Foxy growled.

“Faz’s butthole, where do you think?” Foxy countered sarcastically. Footsteps bounded out of the kitchen and into the dining area.

“Now listen here you little shit,” Freddy started towards them.

“If I could, I would be shitting bricks right now,” Foxy admitted. Bonnie wiggled, trying to get free.

“Well run! Use those legs!” Bonnie screamed. And off they went.

“Freddy! Your pizza’s going to get cold!” Chica called, walking out of the kitchen with a pizza on her head like a hat. Freddy looked over at the chicken.

“I….don’t think I’m in the mood for pizza anymore, or at least, not like how I was earlier,” he admitted. Chica blinked.

“So no Pizza-snowman?” She asked. He shook his head.