#monogamy

“No! No, Andy.” You sigh over the phone, holding one of the favored toys in your hands. Walking over to a counter to place them gently down on it. “All is well, nothing… disastrous.”

“You paused in that sentence.” He says skeptically, and you can’t help but roll your eyes at that. He knew you a bit too well.

“Well… it is the middle of the night…” You say, looking out the daycares windows and see that it was, in fact, nighttime, and it wasn’t easy getting in the daycare at nighttime either. You had to plan it before hand. Set up precautions, more plans and sneak your way in. It was… not as fun as you’d like.

“Exactly.” Andy sighs over the phone, and you bet he’s rubbing his temples at your defense. “It’s the middle of the night. I’m wondering where you are, and why you’re not in bed. I call and figure out you’re at the daycare? That has to be illegal.”

“I- well…” You open and close your mouth, unsure how you could defend against that. It wasn’t like you could really tell him that you were trying to help the toys from an evil bear. He didn’t know they were… alive, and you didn’t want it to sound like you belong in a physic ward. “I’m just… trying to do some good, citizen work for the teacher when they come back.”

“Really?” He doesn’t sound convinced. A warning perhaps as you can hear him over the phone, shuffling about. Rising up from his sleep.

“Really.” You nod, even if he can’t see it. Trying to scramble up your mind for something quick to jumble his. Your eyes watching his the toys were reuniting after you saved them from… what was it? That pit of fire? “Or would you like me to tell you of a crazy story?”

“If that makes you return home, fine.” Andy sighs, sounding like he sat back down again. Almost if he’s trying to debate to come get you or not, and trap you in a room to keep you from doing these… weird things you have been doing lately, and it seems rather closely connected to his old toys… He passes that up quickly however. Thinking your just… a collector of toys…

“I’l be on my ways soon.” You reassure Andy, sounding amused. “So, the story starts with a purple bear named Lotso who was evil to the other toys, gambling, ruling them over, all that good stuff-“

You explain the story of how you and the toys night went from beginning to end, but phrase it in a third person view. Always making sure you’re not blowing any of the cover of the toys you know that are alive, and to make sure you’re not sounding like a psycho.

There was a big pause when you finished. A roll of anxiety rushing through you as you wait for Andys’ tired response. “…Did you come up with that?”

“No, that’s what the children imagine, silly.” You smile, amused and saving yourself. Blaming it on the children rather when it was the actual real deal. “They have rather big imaginations you know.”

He sighs at that, seemingly relieved by that clarification. If all that was real? He would have a come apart, and who knows what he would do then? Illegally enter the daycare like you did.

“Right… can you please come home now?” He demands of you tiredly over the phone. Leaning back in the bed. “I don’t want you to be caught, working overtime in a daycare.”

You grin at that before nodding, moving to grab your keys off the counter. The toys good enough on their own for the time being before they will be dragged away by Bonnie in the morning. “I’ll be home soon, go back to bed.”

“You better.” He warns, grunting before laying back down.