Today will be the day that I can start working. Last night, when I got to my parents house, I told them everything, even about Foxy. They started crying once I told them that I would have to move out. They were scared that I would get hurt because of my looks and height. Even though I am 21, I look like an 8th grader. I told them that I would be fine and that I would call them everyday after work.

    When I got to Freddy's, I remembered that Mr.Afton said that me and Foxy would have to share rooms. I don't know if I'll survive. He's too good looking. I'm way to gay to be sharing a room with someone like that. I mean, what if he sleeps without a shirt on.

    Foxy helped me bring my things to our room. "If you want," Foxy said, "I can help you unpack later?"

   "Yes! I-I mean, sure I'd like that." I said. Stupid, stupid, stupid! I thought to myself.

    "Here." He said with a chuckle. "These are your work clothes. We only have one bathroom, so you can change in there."

    "Okay."

    "I hope you don't mind me asking, um, are you dating anyone at the moment?"

   "Nope. I'm a gay bunny person. I don't think any person would want to date me. Why?"

   "Um, no reason. I'm bi-sexual, by the way."

   "My turn to asks a question. How old do you think I am? This is a serious question, by the way."

   "I don't know... like 17 or 18. Why?"

     "Close, but I am 20. You are the first person who even came close to guess my age right."

    "I guess im special then. Anyways, this place is about to open we should get changed."

    "That's a good idea." I headed toward the restroom

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    After I finished changing, I saw that Foxy was struggling to put his shirt on. "You need help their, Foxy?" I asked.

    "Yes please" He answered. Once I helped him get his shirt on all the way, we locked eyes. We started to lean in slowly. Foxy cleared his throat. "Lets get to our positions.

     "Ye-yeah." Foxy showed me to the stage, where I met Freddy, he had lovely brown skin, brown hair, and sea blue eyes. He was most likely Foxy's boyfriend because he said, "Hello, handsome." In a, obviously fake, deep voice once he saw Foxy.

     "Oh, shut up Freddy." A voice said from behind the two. "I'm Chica." She had a bright yellow undercut and pink eyes. She probably saw my jealousy in my eyes because she whispered, "Don't worry about Freddy, he's just like that. Freddy is a-sexual. Plus, Foxy is single.

     "H-huh!?" I yelled. I can imagine how red my face must have been.

     "But, his sister isn't, she's mine."

     "Okay, okay! Shut it, Freddy!" Foxy yelled. His face was red as mines was. "I'm gonna go to Pirates Cove. We need to get in our positions. This place opens in 5 minutes and today is Monday so their will be a lot of kids." Then he walked of with his hands in his pockets and face really red.

  "Here is your guitar, Bonnie." Freddy said holding out a beautiful red guitar.

   "Thnks. Where is Chica?" I asked.

   "Oh, they serve food."

   "They?"

   "Chica is non-binary. They like girls, particularly Foxy's sister, Mangle."

   "They said the same thing. Will I ever meet Mangle?"

   "I don't know. But we need to get in positions."

   "U-um. What do I play?"

   "Oh, right your new. Um, you see those panels on the floor. Those are actually screens. That one is your sheet-music. We play the same songs every day so you should get the hang of it soon." The screens started to light up. "The place is opened. Get ready, Bonnie."

   The next thing I know, there was a bunch of kids running inside. Okay, Bonnie. You got this. They are just kids, right? I started playing the song. Soon enough, I started feeling confident.

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   After a few song, we finally got a break. Some of the kids came up to us with their parents, asking for pictures. I definitely said yes, because for the first time in my life, I don't feel uncomfortable in public.

   When I was walking around, i saw Foxy making the kids laugh. He glanced towards my direction. Shit, shit, shit! He caught me staring. What do I do, what do I do. I thought to myself. We locked eyes for the second time that day. I awkwardly waved at him. He smiled and nodded. One of the kids got up and ran towards me. He grabbed my hand and pulled me over were Foxy was. My face was most likely as red as a tomato.