Foxy:

Oof.

What weird shit were they doing up there?

I honestly didn't want to know.

I took my time getting to the meeting room. I really didn't want to be there if it meant I would be interrupting something special. Not only would it be awkward as hell, but rude as well.

I took the stairs instead of the elevator. I really wanted to keep taking my time, but I also didn't want to be late. If they weren't doing anything after all, then I'd be in trouble. I hurried up the stairs to the second level. The meeting room was right around the corner.

Wait.

I'm not going to the meeting room.

I'm going to her house.

Shitty shit shit.

I had to put that I couldn't resist.^^^^

I sped out of there and started to her house.

When I got there, there was a random car parked in her driveway. "Ballora." I thought. I knocked on the door.

There was nothing for at least 6 minutes.

There was no doubt that they were doing some stuuuuuuuff.

I waited patiently. The door only cracked a little. Looking through was F. Foxy. "Hi." I said. "Oh hello. Sorry I was late to answer the door. I was bus-" "Listen. I don't need excuses. No need to be ashamed. Just because I'm gonna die alone doesn't mean you can't tell me about your love life. You know very well that I'm the gayest straight man you'll ever meet. So get dressed, let me in, and tell me why Ballora's here." I calmly breathed out. She was close to speechless. She couldn't handle that I had just exposed her. She only muttered, "O-okay." And quickly stuck her head back in the door. She then emerged 3 minutes later in all clothing items. Or so I hope. Alright. Come inside. Believe it or not, I invited you over for a reason. It's just that you took so long......and Ballora and her friend came(*winkety*) earlier than expected.....so....yeah just come in." She said awkwardly.

Ballora and......her friend? Who's her friend? I didn't even know Ballora had real friends! This should be interesting.

Timeskip to whatever room their in.

Bonnie:

Oof.

This friend of F. Foxy's that Ballora has been telling me about was short for a fox, but somehow still beat my height by at least two inches.

But that's not the problem at hand. He's in the fox group, meaning at any moment the taunting would start. And I was ready for it.

If I were to be honest, I'd say that I'm not excited for this either. I'd personally rather die than have to endure whatever was requested from Ballora or F. Foxy.

But I still love Ballora. She's my mentor, in a way. I'm her most trusted co-leader. And I'm proud of that title. "Okay. Bonnie, Foxy. I hope you both have had proper introductions because you'll have to get used to each other in order for this to work." Ballora said, clapping her hands together. Foxy and I exchanged swift glances. "Used to?" We asked in unison. "Yes. Used to." F. Foxy replied, crossing her arms and holding her head up high.

"You two will be working on a very important job. Ballora and I have been tracking down this restaurant chain. The owner, we believe, is operating some sort of child labor trafficking under the surface while they look all friendly on the surface. Now let me tell you: this restaurant is very well known. With so many customers and children, it's easy to lose some that no one will notice."

"Woah." I said in awe.
"That all?" Foxy said. What a sassy one.

"No, midget fridge. That ain't all." F. Foxy said giving him a death glare.

Ballora stepped in for F. Foxy and continued on, "As far as we know, they have many employees there. But they need two more. And if you haven't noticed, there's two of you. Now, we do realize that your siblings are there. Just don't tell them what's happening, and everything will be fine. Alright. Now who's ready for their background fill in?"

"Foxy goes first." I said.

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