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––x-ray !
he pulled her to her feet and then released his grip on her hand. “in my defense, i’m usually falling because a villain has thrown me and i don’t really have any option but to fall. so it’s not a completely normal thing.”
"woah,” bon paused, looking at him, not seeing a clark kent or a peter parker. “are you a super hero or something ?” she asked, praying the answer was yes just so she had a story to tell. a story where she met a real life super hero.
@hashtaghcst → ( here )
–– “oscar the grouch ? like from sesame street ?” this was about the only time the thought process of a six year old had helped her. “i don’t think you look like him, AT ALL. you look very p r e t t y. plus, you don’t have green hair covering your WHOLE body.” bon-bon teased, giggling softly. “–– OH ! and thank you, very much.” pushing a bit of hair behind her ear was the only thing that showed the soft pink blush on her cheeks. though, making her blush was far too easy. compliments being the best way to do so. “you are just the NICEST !”
–– emily !
@bowtiebunny liked for a starter.
“Excuse me? Forgive me, but… I noticed that you were wearing… Normal clothes.” She smiled nervously then before rubbing her neck. “I was wondering if you could help me find some clothes?” Emily asked, hope in her voice as she gestured towards the tattered wedding dress on her body.
Normal clothes? Were there any other forms of clothes? Obviously if the woman in front of her was wearing a wedding dress –– ripped, torn –– but a wedding dress. “Do you mean you want to go shopping?” The brunette asked, a large smile on her face. “’Cause I help you with that.” Bon-Bon nibbled on her bottom lip, excitement being the only emotion in her eyes.
–– the puppet !
✗ — 𝑻he Puppet loved hanging around Bon-Bon. She was a kind soul, and somebody who didn’t see Puppet as a monster or a failure. Two of his “children” were already turning their backs on him and making Marionette despise himself even further for what he did to the children, how he meddled in their lives when he shouldn’t of. The blue haired boy hums, a hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck as he looks down at the pile of blankets and pillows they’ve gather together. “ Well, whe-en me and my sister us-sed to make blanket forts, we sta-arted by gathering up some cha-airs to make a frame. So I think that’s a soli-id starting point. “
✿ —𝑺o far, in Bon-Bon’s life, she’d made a whopping ZERO blanket forts. She had passed away when she was six years old with strict parents who had rules against no messes should be made. Blanket forts, those were a mess. There was rarely things she could do when she was younger and she couldn’t deny that part of the reason for being friends with Puppet was because she was jealous of his family. She was stupid jealous that he had a sister, a family that was actually ( even a little bit ) sad over their little boy being gone. Bon-Bon’s mother wore her Christian Louboutin heels to her funeral and got angry that the heel had mud all over it. Though she never knew that. She just knew that she couldn’t share half of the things her mother had done, EVER. “ Oh, we have a bunch of chairs! You can grab the four from the dining table and there’s a bigger one in my room that I can get, okay? ” She nodded excitedly, disappearing into her room and coming out with a cushioned chair, dragging it along the floor.
@givclifc wanted a starter.
–– being around the puppet might’ve been her FAVORITE past time ( next to being with foxy, of course. or maybe they were TIED at first ). it was just something that made her feel warm and giddy, being able to spend time with someone who SHARED the same intensity in emotions that she felt, someone that she could share anything with. someone she T R U S T E D. it was something that was hard to find, especially for her, but she knew she could always come to the boy who gave her life. “SO,” she grinned looking at the mountain of blankets on the ground, “where do we start?” blanket forts, serious business.
@parkourmaster → ( here )
–– “ugh,” she pouted, taking the hand of the man whom just laughed at her moments before. “you KNOW,” she begins, using her little strength to get up, “where I’M from, i’m usually the one always falling. so, it’s nice to know it’s a NORMAL thing.”
Marzia and Edgar in Marzia’s Time, Episode 7
–– funtime foxy !
✗ — 𝑩allora’s words from the other day ring through Foxy’s head then, coffee brown hues watching the girl. ‘You should. As long as you ask before’. He thinks maybe he should ask Bon if he can kiss her again. The idea floats around in his head for a moment, before it’s eventually shoved onto the back burner of his mind. There’s more important matters at hand right now. Like Bon telling him how pretty HE was. “ You think I’M pretty? Tha-ank you! “ He smiled widely then, a soft blush painting his cheeks at the compliment. He read online that boys were SUPPOSED to be called pretty, they were meant to be called handsome and dashing, but in all honesty, Foxy liked being called PRETTY a lot more. When she asks for her towel, the newfound human gets up to his feet on unsteady legs, grabbing the soft and fluffy towel, a laugh leaving his lips as he screws his eyes shut and turns his head, holding the towel out to her. “ Okay, okay! “ He laughs, the noise soft and genuine. After a moment he opened an eye to look at her then, thankful that she’s wrapped the towel around herself now. “ Can I kiss you aga-ain? Like we did up on the rooftop? It’s okay if you say no-o, I was just… Wondering. I really liked how it felt. “ Sure the question was BOLD, but it just sort’ve came out?
✿ — 𝑶ver and over, the question played in her mind. The adorable nervousness to the way he tagged little things onto the end to make it seem as though there was even a CHANCE of her saying no. Though, the whole question deal had confused her a bit. She’d watched shows before and the man or woman had never asked. EVER. They just had a very romantic moment when they both went in to kiss each other. Of course, she didn’t mind, she just knew that Foxy wouldn’t need to ask, she likes kissing him and he had confessed that he had as well. So, questions could’ve been avoided. “I mean,” she nodded, tightening the towel around her body, moving all of her head to one side. Bon cleared her throat, drying her feet on the bathmat, NERVES taking her over. Returning back to her habit, she bit down on her bottom lip, but looked up at the taller boy. “ You know you don’t have to ask, right? ” A kittenish smile spreading on her lips as she used on hand to hold the towel and placed the other one on his chest. Her fingertips began to feel warm, chills running along her spine, causing goosebumps to appear on every inch of her skin. “ I’ll ALWAYS kiss you, Foxy. ” She mumbled, standing on her toes, her nose brushing against his, lips then softly ghosting along his.
–– funtime foxy !
✗ — 𝑻he fox scrunches up his face when she hits his arm, grumbling quietly as he cups water in his hands to pour over her hair, trying to wash out the shampoo. “ I wasn’t being RUDE. “ He says back to her, sticking his tongue out as he manages to finally wash the soap from her hair. Foxy will admit that ever since the KISS they shared on top of the roof, he hasn’t been able to think of anything else. He wants to do it a g a i n, which is the only thing he knows for sure about this world. When she begins to talk, Foxy pauses on what he’s doing, drying his hands off on his sweatpants before leaning against the edge of the tub and listening to her. Her question makes his head tilt to the side a small bit, a soft smile taking over his lips as he looks down at her. “ OF COURSE I think you’re p-pretty, Bon-Bon. I think you’re V E R Y pretty. But I t-think they meant som-mething in a bit more sexual term. “ He laughs softly then, looking down at Bon-Bon again. “ I think you’re super du-uper pretty, Bon-Bon. One hu-undred percent the most pretty girl I’ve ever me-et. “
✿ —𝑻he female felt the weight of the shampoo wash out from her hair, wanting to touch her hair, but knowing she was far too sleepy to lift up all of her wet, heavy hair. She listened to him speak, the source of the deep red blush on her cheeks was obviously as he began to explain what the men meant and how he viewed. She resisted biting on her lesser lip, trying to quit the HABIT and just smiling widely to herself. Besides, being around him always made her lips crave something, but it wasn’t a smile. Though, the smile would suffice until she got to KISS him again. Which is really the only thing she wanted when she was around him. The fact that she’d recently had her first kiss just made her want to kiss all the time and she only wanted to kiss him. The kinder with his compliments he’d been, the more she CRAVED a kiss. Bon tried her best to get her eyes off of his lips before nodding and accepting his answer, “Well, I think you’re really pretty, too.” Gasping softly, knowing pretty wasn’t the right word she shook her head and looked up at him and pointing to the towel on the bathroom counter. “ Can you pass me my towel? ” She turned around covering her chest with her hands, the tub covering her bottom half. “ Quick! ” She rushed him, not wanting to stay in such a position for so long.
–– funtime foxy !
✗ — 𝑯e mostly focuses on the current task at hand, a light chuckle leaving his lips as she defends herself. “ Kinda the same thing. Yo-ou start to get lazy once you get sleep-py. “ Funfox smiles FONDLY at the former rabbit animatronic, continuing to massage his fingers into her hair. When she begins to doze off and her legs slip, Foxy would be lying if he said he hadn’t caught a glimpse of her boob. Nothing special about it though, it was just a body part that most girls had. After some researching Foxy found out it was just a bunch of body fat that stored milk for infants. The human body was weird, females especially. “ Don’t wo-orry ‘bout i-it. “ He offers the brunette a smile then, getting into a bit more of a comfortable position as he looks around for a way to rinse out her hair. “ Mmh, you just did. “ He can’t help but grin at the lame little joke, a quick nod of his head to follow though. “ But in a-all seriousness, of cou-urse you can. As-sk away. “
✿ —𝑺he could feel her cheeks flush, blaming it on the boys warm hands, even if they obviously weren’t. Bon just didn’t like blushing in front of anyone, her cheeks were constantly pained a bright pink when she was a puppet pal to Funtime Freddy. But, the feeling of it actually happening to her was strange and extremely unwanted, but being around Foxy in such a vulnerable state made her blush. It wasn’t that she was nervous or scared or anything like that, but she’s seen movies and situations like this usually turned into pretty passionate kissing scenes and falling asleep in the same bed. ––Not that she knew what they did in that bed, her best guess was sleeping ‘cause that’s what a bed is for. But, she didn’t think she wanted the first part. She wanted to look pretty... and clothed when kissing Foxy. “ Don’t be rude, ” she mumbled, turning a bit to hit his arm. “ Um, I was wondering, ” she paused, her head looking down at her knees. “ do you think I’m pretty? –– I’m only asking ‘cause these two guys were talking about me and saying that would smash me or wreck me or something... Like, hurt me, and I think it’s ‘cause they thought I was ugly. You know, ‘cause they were talking about my looks. ” She paused, taking a breath from speaking so fast, “ So, I wanted to know. From your perspective. Be brutally honest! ”
–– funtime foxy !
@bowtiebunny | continued from X
✗ — 𝑪urled up on the couch of his and Ballora’s shared apartment, he told Bon-Bon about one of those fancy ‘bathbombs’ Ballora had, and that she should definitely try it. He had. Of course he did. He was so curious about this world, he wanted to explore every little bit of it, even things that were supposed to be aimed towards girls. Hearing Bon’s voice carry from the bathroom, the newfound human untangles himself from his little nest before wandering into the bathroom to see what she wants. She asks him to wash her hair, and Foxy can’t help but laugh softly, already moving to kneel on the floor outside the tub. “ Laaaaazy booooones. “ He says in a little sing-song voice, taking the shampoo she holds out to him and squirting a small bit into the small of his palm, putting the bottle down before he’s bringing his hands up to run through her soft brown hair. “ This good? “
✿ —𝑺oft moans coming from her lips making her head tilt back a bit, feeling the soft pull of his fingers in her hair. The lavender that came from the powdery purple, stars and moon covered sphere. The water and foam became her new favorite color as she played with the water, her fingers dipping into it, letting it drip from her fingertips. Bon couldn’t help but focus on the sweetness; the gentle nature that had come with washing someone’s hair. “I’m not lazy... just sleepy,” a mumble, slurring her words sweetly. But, she nodded as she asked it was okay, the moans should’ve indicated that. Though, as she began to doze off, her feet slipped, dropping from her chest, waking her up as she pulled them back in. “So-Sorry,” she giggled, “Can I ask you something?”
intimate ( funfox | funtimefcx )
‘intimate’ meme. → status: accepting. → ( @funtimefcx ). → #41 –– bathing and taking care of hygiene together.
SPENDING TIME WITH foxy had become something of a routine for the both of them. it was something the both of them did when they were lonely or scared or bored. of course, from bon-bon’s point of view she simply enjoyed the company between the both of them and the fact that they were so comfortable with each other. so, of course, bon-bon didn’t care whether he saw her while bathing. taking a bath was a luxury that bon-bon would always take advantage of, there was just a problem, washing her hair. “foxy !” she called to the boy who was probably watching something on television, knowing he must’ve loved whatever netflix was. as she heard his footsteps, she pulled her knees into her chest, covering up her nude chest with her legs. “can you wash my hair ?” she asked, sighing softly, “i got sleepy,” she paused, a big yawn coming from from her, “in the bath and now i’m too tired to wash it.” bon-bon closed her eyes, passing him the shampoo as she sat up, her hair already wet and sticking to the dip where her spine belonged. “thank you... in advance, foxy.”
–– freddy fazbear !
freddy laughed shaking his head at her embarrassment. he really didn’t mind. they all looked a lot different then they had, after all. he seemed to be the only one who retained a similar body type to the animatronic— tall, broad. the rest of them, as he had run into them, looked more like normal humans. “ there is no need to apologize. i don’t exactly look like a singing bear anymore. “ and he turned his gaze down, the familiar concern building in him. “ have you been adjusting well? you should know that if you need anything, you are more than welcome to come to me. “
a soft smile appeared on her lips, never imagining freddy fazebear to be as kind as he was. the freddy that she’d spent her life around acted quite different, nothing like the original bear, but she didn’t mind the caring nature that he had. “ i don’t really look like a blue hand puppet –– strange that you could recognize me. ” her voice was hushed to a mumble, pouting softly, hating her human form. “ adjusting well? yes, i think so. i mean, i’m surprised i don’t have much of a stutter, only when i get a little nervous and i only get nervous around... um, foxy. ” she sighed a bit; cheeks flushing a soft pink.
👀 if you had the chance to go back to being an animatronic would you?
👀 honesty meme. → status: always accepting. → anonymous.
HER EYES NARROWED, ready to rant. but, she stopped herself, a simple answer was the only thing that was needed. “so, you’re asking would i got back to murdering innocent men just trying to do their job?” she shook her head, “no, no i wouldn’t.” her voice was soft, she wanted to prove to herself that she was innocent. she wasn’t herself in that suit. she didn’t consider herself a murderer.
–– sans !
“Nah, we don’t really have ‘em where I’m from.” Sans explained as vaguely as he could, hands still buried deeply in his pockets. “Have you never been to a park? He asked, a bit skeptically.
Bon-Bon shook her head, shrugging softly. “Maybe once, but I don’t remember,” she bit down on her bottom lip, “don’t really get to go much when you’re dead.” She unhooked her arm from the others, shoving her hands into her pockets, her mind yelling at her for talking about death around such a new ‘friend’.
–– sans !
Sans didn’t think much of the girl linking arms with him, keeping his hands in his coat pockets as they walked. “Well, I guess that’s something we’ll see when we get there, won’t we?”
“You’ve never been to a park?” Her eyes were wide, thinking everyone had been to a park ( everyone except her friends at Freddy’s and Circus Baby’s ). “I was hoping you could tell me more about what it’s like.”
–– chanel oberlin !
‘ ‘scuse me, hi!! when you woke up this morning and sat down for breakfast did someone put an EXTRA CHROMOSOME in your meal? ’
@bowtiebunny ♡ ‘d for a starter.
‘ oh, h –– i didn’t have breakfast this morning, so i’m going to say no ? i mean, it might be a yes a yes if i new what an extra chromosome was. but, i SADLY do not. ’
