"As long as you're breathing, you've got time."

A kiss on his cheek finally pulled Puppet back to the present. He blinked. Both himself and Ballora were dressed for the day, having just stepped out of their bedroom. He'd barely been aware that entire time.

"Good morning," Ballora said to him, a small smile finding her features once his eyes met hers. "Are you actually awake, now?" Puppet felt her gently squeeze his hand. He looked down, realizing she was more just holding onto his. He grabbed her hand in return. "Yes. Sorry, I didn't realize... I wasn't paying attention."

"Don't apologize," she told him, "it's alright." He felt the energy from his magic beginning to finally settle. "You sure? You didn't say anything that I missed?" Puppet asked her. "Other than my original, "morning, love", you didn't ignore anything." Ballora assured him. He smiled a little.

Leaning down a little, he gave Ballora a soft kiss. "Morning, beautiful." Ballora's smile grew more, as did the loving look she was giving Puppet.

"Bore da, to you love birds." Puppet's eyes widened in surprise, him and Ballora spotting Pyped stood outside the guest room. He chuckled a little, giving them an amused smile. "Dad..." Ballora was laughing a little, too, as she hugged Puppet's arm. "Good morning, Py."

"If you wish," Py began towards the staircase. "I'll go start a pot of coffee and give you both a moment." He offered, making his way downstairs. "We'll be there in a minute." Ballora answered. From the bottom of the stairs, Py looked up and said to them, "Simply be here when you smell the french toast, Enaid."

Once her father-in-law left for the kitchen, Ballora looked up to her husband with amusement. "Seems we should kiss in the hall more often. Then we won't have to make breakfast anymore." Puppet laughed a little, shaking his head. "You might be onto something, my dear." He reached down to kiss her again—the second one lasting for the aforementioned moment they had been given.

The bunny had begun to anxiously bounce his leg under the breakfast table since he'd heard her greeting her sister after answering her cellphone. By now, Claire had retreated to the windowsill by the table to enjoy the rest of the grapes from her breakfast without being subtly shaken by the bunny.

Bonnie stopped the motion when Toy returned to the kitchen. She pocketed her phone and sat back down again. "That was Vix." She stated, saying what he'd correctly assumed. "She called to update on Luca(BB)." Bonnie tried not to seem to nervous while he listened. "His arm's still hurting, but aside from that he's doing good." Toy said. Bonnie felt himself relax somewhat.

"He's gotten a bunch of signatures and stuff on his cast, and has gotten balloons." (keep reading)

Funtime Freddy blinked. He looked around, only to find no sign of the other kids. Not even the birthday boy. "Hello?" He called. No one answered.

He continued looking around more quickly. Movement caught his eye.

Directing his gaze towards it, he saw a shadowy silhouette. It looked like his own shadow. It followed his every movement like a shadow should, but there was something uncanny to it. He took a few cautious steps back.

A pair of hands grabbed onto his shoulders. He felt relief come from the simply gesture.

Freddy gasped. He sat up straight, the pair of hands still holding his shoulders firmly. He looked around, noticing he was on the Funtime Auditorium stage. Foxy was looking at him worriedly. The bear gave him a curious look. "What... happened?" He asked. "You were having a pretty intense dream, there... sleep talking and everything."

"But... weren't the technicians with me?" Foxy blinked. "Dude, that was hours ago. Everyone's about to hang out in a half hour, now." Freddy paused, trying to recall what had happened. The memory of the technicians letting him go back to the Auditorium came back to him slowly. He remembered being tired afterwards, so he and his brother simply turned in for the night.

He didn't really feel tired, now. He felt energized, but in a strange way. Almost as though the energy were coming from the core of his chest. It was odd... the bear opted to shake the feeling off. Since, he'd felt like this before whenever he'd get woken from a dream like that.

Freddy hummed. "... right." Foxy gave his shoulder a pat. "You still look tired, want to stay here a bit longer?" The fox offered. Freddy thought for a moment, rubbing at his tired eyes while he did. Then, he shook his head 'no'. "I can't fall back asleep..." Foxy nodded. "Alright. I'll go see if BonBon's awake, and we can meet up with the others."

"Okay."

"Hey, Gus," the bear glanced around quickly when he'd heard his name addressed. The ballerina had stepped out into the hallway, finding him there. He could tell by the curious expression she had, that he had worried her before he'd left the room. She only ever had that look about her when worried if one of their friends were okay.

But he didn't know what he'd done to worry her. He was okay, and he'd been enjoying hanging out with everyone.

"How're you doing, out here?" Ballora asked, now standing next to the bear. Freddy gave her a smile. "I'm okay, Ballora." He assured her. However, the ballerina didn't look convinced. "I know you sometimes want to just get some quiet for a few minutes," she began—and that was true. "But you don't seem like yourself tonight." Freddy blinked. "What is it, hun'?" (keep reading)

The boy curiously looked back up at Fredbear, just as he snapped his fingers. "Ah! You must live closeby, and walked yourself here!" Another head shake 'no', this time followed with a subtle, amused smile. Fredbear sighed dramatically in defeat. "Oh then, I give up. Guess it'll just be a mystery…!" The boy laughed a little, his plush being lowered more from his face. Fredbear smiled at him.

"My uncle." The boy then answered, voice just loud enough to be heard. "Ah, you're here with your uncle. That's nice!" The boy nodded.

With a glance at a nearby wall clock, Fredbear realized he didn't have much time before needing to turn back for the stage and continue with the trio's songs. He gave the boy a gentle pat on the head.

"I'm gonna go say 'hi' to folks in the arcade, you want to walk with me?" The boy briefly glanced to the arcade, seeming a bit unsure. Fredbear knelt down to the boy's level. "Want a piggy back?" At the offer, the boy's eyes lit up. "Really?" The bear smirked, nodding 'yes'. The boy smiled, accepting the offer as he was given a hand in climbing onto the bear's back.

Standing up straight, Fredbear looked at the boy—who's chin was resting on his shoulder. "Alrighty, little guy. Hold on tight!"

He was knelt down, sliding the now-unbuckled-stroller straps from his niece's arms and legs. "There y'a go," With both hands, he took hold of her and lifted her from the stroller seat. "Free at last!" His brother watched with a smile, as Gold took Annie in his arms and slowly stood up straight. Annie wore a smile of her own, giving her uncle an eager look as she babbled happily to him.

"Glad to see someone's in a cheery little mood," Gold commented, lightly ticking at Annie—eliciting a small squeal of a giggle as the little cub grabbed at his hand. Freddy smirked at the sight of them. "Well, for one, she just had a nice nap while I was walking her here from the café." He began, pushing the stroller aside before he and Gold went to the apartment's living room couch. "And once she did wake up, she was thoroughly entertained by what all there was to see."

"Ah," Gold hummed, sitting down on the couch. (keep reading)