If I don't get out of this alive, none of my comrades will. I ducked behind a kitchen counter right before a blueberry muffin hit me in the head. I unscrewed the cap of ketchup and stuck a hand in flour ready to launch.

"ATTACK," my team and I all threw our weapons. Food fights can be intense ya know. Everywhere is hit with splatters of what used to be Jell-o and other nutrients. All of the animatronics - even Mike - were involved in our battle of food. I was covered head to toe in mustard with a chopped pickle stuck to my face.  Classy, I know.

I looked to my right, still crouching underneath the counter. A strangled British war cry sounded and Bonnie went splat on the floor. My scout has died. He shall be forever missed. Bonnie grabbed a random ketchup bottle to his side and squirted it on himself. The dramatics always seem to get me. I giggled a little before rock-star sliding to his side. I held one of his big hands as he coughed up "blood".

"Go on without me," he wheezed squirting more ketchup. I wiped a fake tear before encasing his hand with both of mine. "Never, we will make it out of this together," I cried. 

Bonnie hissed as more ketchup was splattered, "Bloody Hell," he shut his eyes before falling limp in my hands. I watched his chest rise up and down slowly with each breath until he held it. I rolled my eyes. His black vest was caked with the semi-dry ketchup. Just imagining how much cleaning that will take makes me cringe. Scrubbing back and forth. 

We don't have a washing or drying machine.

I stood up from my supposedly dead teammate gripping my ketchup bottle hard. I saw Freddy and Gold duck behind a flipped over table snickering about my loss. Hmph. I ran into the battlefield head on and shot every person who wasn't an ally. Gold and Freddy pushed themselves back when hit with my ketchup. I feel like I'm on the 300 movie battlefield. I smirked until Foxy popped out with a straw and paper. He grinned at me before showing no mercy.

And by that I mean me getting pelted by a bunch spitballs.

I jolted my arms and shoulders back every time a ball hit me until I fell flat on the field. I squirted ketchup everywhere in order to make the point that I was dead.

"Oh my god Chica," Mike doubled over in laughter when I made a small death speech at the end. I laughed along with him, clutching my stomach while rolling on uncooked spaghetti. Foxy stood above me blowing the fake smoke off of his straw. He smirked and one of his white fangs showed.

I gulped and heat rose to my ears. That one smirk made me feel all warm and fluttery inside. Almost as if I was flying a mini shooting plane around in my stomach. Wait a second, did I just find Foxy attractive?

Oh h.ell no.

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"Hey Mike," I waved casually before hopping myself onto his desk. He looked up at me and gave a small smile before back to playing Angry Birds. Ever since that smirk Foxy gave me, I feel goosebumps on my arms every time I see him. I don't know how to stop it. I miss my non-puberty days. But since I don't age, I'm stuck in puberty mode. I sigh and slide off his desk onto the floor crossing my legs. 

Mike paused his game and looked at me with his green eyes, a brotherly concern evident. "I can tell that sigh is a sign of distress," he crossed his arms over his chest before raising one of his dark eyebrows. "I'm confused ever since that food battle," I twiddled with my thumbs looking at the chipping orange nail polish, "I feel lightheaded around Foxy. That smirk has been haunting me," I confessed.

Mike chuckled a little before swirling in his swivel chair once. He took off his security cap revealing the slightly wavy black locks underneath. Mike is attractive, not gonna lie. But he and I have this mutual respect when it comes to our sexiness. Not gonna tell you what we do when we have feelings, but we act like nothing happens afterward. 

"You like him," Mike stopped spinning with his foot and gave me a teasing smile. My ears turned red again and looked down at my hands. 

"Are you sure?" I mumbled. I glanced up at Mike and he gave me a big fat 'Yes'. Jeez, I like Foxy all because of that stupid hot smirk he gave me. I groaned throwing my head back. It's all that sexy smirk's fault. Plus, I barely know the guy. The only times we talked was when he needed to use my bathroom. Don't ask why it just happens.

I stood up stretching slightly before going to head out the door. I have a plan, and I'm gonna start to set it into motion. Mike called out for me when I was already out. I stopped and poked my head through, "I know what you're thinking Chica," he used his pointer finger to tap his head before chuckling slightly. I grinned, great minds think alike. Mike and I just happen to have that great mind link.

I moved away from the door and headed straight to my room where my sewing machine was at. Is Foxy more attracted to sexiness or modesty? Just gonna have to find out Chica, you're just gonna have to find out. I walked into my room, locked the door, and sat down at the machine. I haven't used this thing in ages, which explains the cobwebs and dust littering it. I gently hit off and nearly sneezed from the dust going up my nose.

"God d.amn," I waved the air around me coughing a little too much. I cracked my knuckles and splaying them out on the table in front of me.

I think I'll try the design sexy first.

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lool i aint ded just didnt feel like writing and merry christmas :)

so as a present i wrapped it for you, this chapter

the picture is Mike

and that song is what I listened to for the past two days of writing this (lovin it more than mcdonalds and I aint ashamed of sayin it either ;3)

I started completely from scratch which was a hell-a-lot harder than fixing errors and such

anywhoooo

merry late christmas 

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F O L L O W - to become part of the banana army

C O M M E N T - to make me feel good about myself

L I K E - to inspire me to update much more often

S H A R E - to get me famous

-thenakedbanana