p style="text-align: center;"strongPART ONE-FIRST ENCOUNTER/strong/p
p style="text-align: center;"strongFREDDYbr /strong"Oh my god are you ok!?" You hear a voice yell. It wakes you up. Your elbows are scabbed and bloody and there is a huge bump on your head, but you aren't seriously injured. "Yeah," you say, looking up. A tall boy with negro skin and bright blue eyes is staring at you, extending a hand. You shake it. "No!" he says. You're not sure if he's yelling or laughing. You settle on laughing after a moment. "Let me help you up." he says. "Oh," you say, grabbing his hand. He's strong, and he pulls you up, quite softly though, with one powerful yank. "My name's Freddy," he says, "I would shake your hand but I feel like we have that covered." You smile."I'm Y/N," you say. "Why are you here after hours?" he asks. You do a double take. 'After hours!?" you shout, "How long was I out!?" Freddy shrugs. "I dunno, probably a few hours." You try the door. "It's locked, we can't get out." You turn back to him. "Then why are you here!?" he sits down in a chair. "I'm part of the band, but if you wanna be the crowd pleaser you also have to work the night shift. The other members of the band work after hours too, we each cover a room." You nod. You partially understand it, but you don't know why anyone would take the job, especially Freddy and his band. He only looks 16, and the other members of the band are probably that age too. As you sit down you hear another voice call out. "Freddy, I have the bandages!" you hear them say. Freddy looks at you. "I asked Bonnie to bring some bandages over when I saw you lying on the ground." You don't need bandages anymore, but you thank him none the less./p
p style="text-align: center;"strongBONNIEbr /strong"Is your actual name Bonnie?" you ask the boy who is walking towards you with the bandages. He is very tall but pale, and his almost white hair has purple tips. You don't know why, but that's the first question that comes to mind. "No," he says, throwing the bandages to Freddy. "My actual name's Brendan, but when I was ten I ate two boxes of bon-bon's that my dad had gotten my mom for valentines day in five minutes, and a half an hour later I threw up on Chico. What's your name?" you smile, and then wonder who Chico is. "I'm Y/N, and who is Chico?" you decided to ask. Bonnie sits next to Freddy. "Chico is the backup singer for our band, I'm the guitar player, Mangle is our, quote on quote, "dancer", Goldie is Freddy's backup, Marionette is our drummer, Foxy is our manager, and Balloon Boy is our memorabilia director." You nod. "Very interesting names," you say. Bonnie laughs. "I never really though of that," he says. "Freddy is the only one without a nickname." Freddy sits up. "And Chico," he chimes in. "Oh yeah, Chico." Bonnie says. I don't think he enjoys Chico too much. Then you hear yet another voice. "Did I hear my name?"/p
p style="text-align: center;"strongCHICObr /strong"And this, is Chico." Bonnie gives a very un-enthusiastic introduction. Definitely some dislike there, you wonder if Chico beat Bonnie up after he puked on him. "Hey, there can't be a party without Chico!" Chico says. He has orange-yellow spray tanned skin and blonde hair that looks dyed, it's just emtoo/em yellow. He is wearing a shirt that reads, 'Let's Party!'. He seems like a real partier. Chico sees you. "Well hello there, I'm Chico, you are?" He extends a hand. "Y/N," you say, shaking the extended hand. His hand is kind of sweaty, but it's ok. He seems nice enough. Chico randomly starts dancing. "Let's get this party started!" he shouts. No one else does anything. He grabs your hand and pulls you out of the chair. "Come on, dance!" he says, and you two start dancing together. It's fun until you hear a voice shout, "Oh come on dude, emI'm/em the real dancer here."/p
p style="text-align: center;"strongMANGLEbr /strongA tall yet pale man swoops in front of you, pushing Chico away. His moves are smooth, and as he starts dancing you feel compelled to try and dance better than him, though you know you can't. He is amazing. He has white-ish blonde hair that has strawberry blonde tips, and though its obviously not natural it almost looks the part. "I'm Mangle, you are?" he grabs your hand and twirls you. "Oh! I'm Y/N," you say, smiling as you dance. He didn't let go of your hand, and you're ok with that. "Why is your name Mangle?" you ask. He stops dancing for a moment and he lifts up his pants to his knee, pointing to a row of stitches. "When I was eight i was hit by a car, my whole tibia is titanium." He drops his pants leg and keeps on dancing. "Part of my rehab and PT was a dancing class, aside from swimming and track which I also participate in, but it compelled me to become a pro dancer. I'm mostly into break dancing but as you can see my talents vary a bit." Ok, maybe he is a bit self obsessed but you have to admit his story is moving, and so is the figure in the corner of your eye./p
p style="text-align: center;"strongMARIONETTEbr /strongYou see a tall and slim man walking towards you. He has two large scars on each cheek and has drumsticks through his belt loop. He has a buzz cut, and looks very much like a bad boy. "Ok boys, who wants to crack the cooler?" he asks. "Depends," you say. "Whatcha got?" You start playing it cool. His presence just makes you feel as if it's needed. "Depends, you afraid of the cops?" he asks. You like him. He's sly. "Beer?" you ask. He nods. "Good guesser." He opens up a cooler in the corner and tosses you an ice cold beer. You immediately turn around, smacking it on the table. The bottle cap goes flying. Yo raise the beer to your lips. Its evenly chilled, and it tastes great. "So, what's your name?" he asks, leaning against the wall. "Y/N, you?" you ask. "Marionette, it's a nickname. Don't ask." He says. "I wont, but I do want to know about the scars." You gesture to your own cheeks. "Bar fight, owner figured out I was under age and didn't wanna get in trouble with the cops. His best customer was a big muscle man and gave me these." You nod. He's pretty interesting. Then you feel someone slap your ass./p
p style="text-align: center;"strongFOXYbr /strong"Aye, lass. Are ye a new member of the band?" a tall man with olive skin and auburn hair asks you. "Um, no, just got locked in." He nods and smiles. "Well seems like ye are already mates with the rest of the band, my name be Foxy. Please excuse the accent, lass. It be a long story. What be your name?" He asks. You don't know if he's faking the accent or not but none the less it's good if he's faking it, and plain cool. "Aye, mate. I be Y/N." Everyone goes quiet and you swear you can hear crickets chirping. Then you hear Chico giggle a little bit. "Aye lass, it be ok. I understand where ye was goin." He walks next to you and puts his arm around your hip. He begins walking with you. "Now, as me bands manager I should be obliged if ye shall join the band, or our staff." You laugh. "I don't think I can do that." you say. "Now come on lass, it'd be fun! Just arrive every night and ye shall be paid. And we shall party!" You smile. "Ok, I guess I will take the job."/p
p style="text-align: center;"strongBALLOON BOYbr /strong"Good, good, good," you hear another high pitched voice say. A short and chubby boy walks up to you. "Balloon boy," he says, handing you a stack of papers. "I don't need to know your name I just need you to fill these out. These are the application forms and other things. We stopped letting Foxy hand them out when he put his number and 'Call Me' on the corner of every paper." You laugh but Balloon Boy stays stone faced. "Ok," you say awkwardly, taking the papers. You let out a sigh and Balloon Boy looked you over. "I emguess/em you will fit the job," he says, slightly disapprovingly. "And Foxy! Get your hands off of her." You realize that Foxy's hand is still on your waist. He steps away. Balloon Boy sighs and walks away./p
p style="text-align: center;"strongGOLDIEbr /strongIt's been an hour and you lean back against the table. You just finished your second beer and you feel a bit tipsy. Everyone has been real friendly, except Balloon Boy, and you look forward to working with them. Then you hear another voice. "Hey guys." A tall and tan man with light brown/dark blonde hair walks over. As soon as he walks over something sticks out to you. He has one blue eye and one brown eye. "Oh, hey Goldie," Freddy says, looking down. Everyone gets quiet and kind of looks away. Goldie gets a sad look in his eyes, but you can tell he's used to it. You walk up to him and extend a hand. "I'm Y/N, you're Goldie?" he smiles a little and shakes your hand. "Yeah," he says. Freddy perks up. "Hey, Y/N, can you grab my beer and throw it away?" he asks, holding out an empty bottle. You walk over. As you take the bottle he grabs your arm and pulls your ear to his lips. "Don't trust him," he whispers. "He's not safe and he can't be trusted. I can't let you get hurt." You are surprised by this. You have a new job here, and you need to understand everything. What is Goldie's problem, his story? You guess that's something that you'll just have to find out yourself./p
p style="text-align: center;"strongMore coming soon! As you can guess these take a while to write but I promise I'll work fast! I hope you like it!/strong /p
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p style="text-align: center;"strongFREDDYbr /strong"Oh my god are you ok!?" You hear a voice yell. It wakes you up. Your elbows are scabbed and bloody and there is a huge bump on your head, but you aren't seriously injured. "Yeah," you say, looking up. A tall boy with negro skin and bright blue eyes is staring at you, extending a hand. You shake it. "No!" he says. You're not sure if he's yelling or laughing. You settle on laughing after a moment. "Let me help you up." he says. "Oh," you say, grabbing his hand. He's strong, and he pulls you up, quite softly though, with one powerful yank. "My name's Freddy," he says, "I would shake your hand but I feel like we have that covered." You smile."I'm Y/N," you say. "Why are you here after hours?" he asks. You do a double take. 'After hours!?" you shout, "How long was I out!?" Freddy shrugs. "I dunno, probably a few hours." You try the door. "It's locked, we can't get out." You turn back to him. "Then why are you here!?" he sits down in a chair. "I'm part of the band, but if you wanna be the crowd pleaser you also have to work the night shift. The other members of the band work after hours too, we each cover a room." You nod. You partially understand it, but you don't know why anyone would take the job, especially Freddy and his band. He only looks 16, and the other members of the band are probably that age too. As you sit down you hear another voice call out. "Freddy, I have the bandages!" you hear them say. Freddy looks at you. "I asked Bonnie to bring some bandages over when I saw you lying on the ground." You don't need bandages anymore, but you thank him none the less./p
p style="text-align: center;"strongBONNIEbr /strong"Is your actual name Bonnie?" you ask the boy who is walking towards you with the bandages. He is very tall but pale, and his almost white hair has purple tips. You don't know why, but that's the first question that comes to mind. "No," he says, throwing the bandages to Freddy. "My actual name's Brendan, but when I was ten I ate two boxes of bon-bon's that my dad had gotten my mom for valentines day in five minutes, and a half an hour later I threw up on Chico. What's your name?" you smile, and then wonder who Chico is. "I'm Y/N, and who is Chico?" you decided to ask. Bonnie sits next to Freddy. "Chico is the backup singer for our band, I'm the guitar player, Mangle is our, quote on quote, "dancer", Goldie is Freddy's backup, Marionette is our drummer, Foxy is our manager, and Balloon Boy is our memorabilia director." You nod. "Very interesting names," you say. Bonnie laughs. "I never really though of that," he says. "Freddy is the only one without a nickname." Freddy sits up. "And Chico," he chimes in. "Oh yeah, Chico." Bonnie says. I don't think he enjoys Chico too much. Then you hear yet another voice. "Did I hear my name?"/p
p style="text-align: center;"strongCHICObr /strong"And this, is Chico." Bonnie gives a very un-enthusiastic introduction. Definitely some dislike there, you wonder if Chico beat Bonnie up after he puked on him. "Hey, there can't be a party without Chico!" Chico says. He has orange-yellow spray tanned skin and blonde hair that looks dyed, it's just emtoo/em yellow. He is wearing a shirt that reads, 'Let's Party!'. He seems like a real partier. Chico sees you. "Well hello there, I'm Chico, you are?" He extends a hand. "Y/N," you say, shaking the extended hand. His hand is kind of sweaty, but it's ok. He seems nice enough. Chico randomly starts dancing. "Let's get this party started!" he shouts. No one else does anything. He grabs your hand and pulls you out of the chair. "Come on, dance!" he says, and you two start dancing together. It's fun until you hear a voice shout, "Oh come on dude, emI'm/em the real dancer here."/p
p style="text-align: center;"strongMANGLEbr /strongA tall yet pale man swoops in front of you, pushing Chico away. His moves are smooth, and as he starts dancing you feel compelled to try and dance better than him, though you know you can't. He is amazing. He has white-ish blonde hair that has strawberry blonde tips, and though its obviously not natural it almost looks the part. "I'm Mangle, you are?" he grabs your hand and twirls you. "Oh! I'm Y/N," you say, smiling as you dance. He didn't let go of your hand, and you're ok with that. "Why is your name Mangle?" you ask. He stops dancing for a moment and he lifts up his pants to his knee, pointing to a row of stitches. "When I was eight i was hit by a car, my whole tibia is titanium." He drops his pants leg and keeps on dancing. "Part of my rehab and PT was a dancing class, aside from swimming and track which I also participate in, but it compelled me to become a pro dancer. I'm mostly into break dancing but as you can see my talents vary a bit." Ok, maybe he is a bit self obsessed but you have to admit his story is moving, and so is the figure in the corner of your eye./p
p style="text-align: center;"strongMARIONETTEbr /strongYou see a tall and slim man walking towards you. He has two large scars on each cheek and has drumsticks through his belt loop. He has a buzz cut, and looks very much like a bad boy. "Ok boys, who wants to crack the cooler?" he asks. "Depends," you say. "Whatcha got?" You start playing it cool. His presence just makes you feel as if it's needed. "Depends, you afraid of the cops?" he asks. You like him. He's sly. "Beer?" you ask. He nods. "Good guesser." He opens up a cooler in the corner and tosses you an ice cold beer. You immediately turn around, smacking it on the table. The bottle cap goes flying. Yo raise the beer to your lips. Its evenly chilled, and it tastes great. "So, what's your name?" he asks, leaning against the wall. "Y/N, you?" you ask. "Marionette, it's a nickname. Don't ask." He says. "I wont, but I do want to know about the scars." You gesture to your own cheeks. "Bar fight, owner figured out I was under age and didn't wanna get in trouble with the cops. His best customer was a big muscle man and gave me these." You nod. He's pretty interesting. Then you feel someone slap your ass./p
p style="text-align: center;"strongFOXYbr /strong"Aye, lass. Are ye a new member of the band?" a tall man with olive skin and auburn hair asks you. "Um, no, just got locked in." He nods and smiles. "Well seems like ye are already mates with the rest of the band, my name be Foxy. Please excuse the accent, lass. It be a long story. What be your name?" He asks. You don't know if he's faking the accent or not but none the less it's good if he's faking it, and plain cool. "Aye, mate. I be Y/N." Everyone goes quiet and you swear you can hear crickets chirping. Then you hear Chico giggle a little bit. "Aye lass, it be ok. I understand where ye was goin." He walks next to you and puts his arm around your hip. He begins walking with you. "Now, as me bands manager I should be obliged if ye shall join the band, or our staff." You laugh. "I don't think I can do that." you say. "Now come on lass, it'd be fun! Just arrive every night and ye shall be paid. And we shall party!" You smile. "Ok, I guess I will take the job."/p
p style="text-align: center;"strongBALLOON BOYbr /strong"Good, good, good," you hear another high pitched voice say. A short and chubby boy walks up to you. "Balloon boy," he says, handing you a stack of papers. "I don't need to know your name I just need you to fill these out. These are the application forms and other things. We stopped letting Foxy hand them out when he put his number and 'Call Me' on the corner of every paper." You laugh but Balloon Boy stays stone faced. "Ok," you say awkwardly, taking the papers. You let out a sigh and Balloon Boy looked you over. "I emguess/em you will fit the job," he says, slightly disapprovingly. "And Foxy! Get your hands off of her." You realize that Foxy's hand is still on your waist. He steps away. Balloon Boy sighs and walks away./p
p style="text-align: center;"strongGOLDIEbr /strongIt's been an hour and you lean back against the table. You just finished your second beer and you feel a bit tipsy. Everyone has been real friendly, except Balloon Boy, and you look forward to working with them. Then you hear another voice. "Hey guys." A tall and tan man with light brown/dark blonde hair walks over. As soon as he walks over something sticks out to you. He has one blue eye and one brown eye. "Oh, hey Goldie," Freddy says, looking down. Everyone gets quiet and kind of looks away. Goldie gets a sad look in his eyes, but you can tell he's used to it. You walk up to him and extend a hand. "I'm Y/N, you're Goldie?" he smiles a little and shakes your hand. "Yeah," he says. Freddy perks up. "Hey, Y/N, can you grab my beer and throw it away?" he asks, holding out an empty bottle. You walk over. As you take the bottle he grabs your arm and pulls your ear to his lips. "Don't trust him," he whispers. "He's not safe and he can't be trusted. I can't let you get hurt." You are surprised by this. You have a new job here, and you need to understand everything. What is Goldie's problem, his story? You guess that's something that you'll just have to find out yourself./p
p style="text-align: center;"strongMore coming soon! As you can guess these take a while to write but I promise I'll work fast! I hope you like it!/strong /p
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