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(no one's pov)
Jack walked into the pizzeria, curious what today could have in store for him. Honestly though, it'll probably be a normal day of himself and Dave fucking up the restaurant while Phoney freaks out and yells at them. A N O R M A L D A Y.
The first thing he saw that caught his eye in the cursed pizza joint was a shiny box on the floor. It was a BIG box though, looks like it could hold one of those stupid unassembled trampolines that you gotta put together... wait, don't all trampolines come in separate pieces? Jack wasn't sure, he had no childhood joy.
Sad backstory aside, Jack was curious about the purpose of the box. Maybe it WAS a trampoline...OH GOD PHONEY WASN'T GOING TO MAKE HIM PUT A TRAMPOLINE TOGETHER, RIGHT?! Jack started shaking at the thought. There's no way he'd let them know of his sad, trampolinless childhood! Not now, n o t E V E R!
Jack got so frightened by the thoughts of T R A M P O L I N E, that he didn't notice his phone headed boss approaching him.
"Hey, Employee! Welcome back t-"
Before Phone guy could get anywhere close to finishing his sentence, the clementine coloured man had already fled the scene. Confused and worried, PG did the only thing that made logical sense to him; make Dave go fix his employee. So thats what the phone man did.
(Dave's pov)
I was eating kebabs in the saferoom while using the meat juices to graffiti the walls. Genius, amirite? Oooo and I was drawing the good shit too! When I say good shit, I mean Sportsy.
It was all so fun until phONE GUY BUSTED IN THE ROOM-
"Dave, your 'partner' is acting weird, please fix him,,"
Ah, old sport is acting up, e🅱️ic. I quickly finished my kebab and headed the fuck out.
I walked into the main area and looked around: toddlers, Karens, dead rats covered in cheese and pizza grease, a whole ass bax, but no Sportsy. Awe man, guess I gotta actually try and look for him. While looking around, I found a doggo under a table. It's a surprise tool that will help us later! I quickly shoved the doggo into my back pocket....or was it up my ass? Eh, basically the same thing.
I kept searching around for Old Sport but I still couldn't find him. The only rooms I hadn't checked was the office and Pirate's Cove. First I went to Pirate's Cove since it was on the way to the office.
First thing I saw upon arriving at Pirate's Cove was the Trashpile leaping around in the ballpit like a dolphin. What a sight. Oh crap, I'm getting distracted- I needs find Sportsy and make sure he's okay.
"SPORTSYYYYYY! ARE YA HERE!?"
Silence
"Awe come on old sport! It's me! Your favourite person, Big Dick Davey!"
It was silent.
Then there was a small giggle from inside the play place.
"Okay, ya got me Dave" Sportsy popped his head out of one of the play place windows. His fluffy hair was tangled and his cute freckled face looked paler than usual.
"Sportsy, you okay? Ya looking a lil pale".
The tangerine slide down the slide into the ball covered floor. He looked up at the me and chuckled nervously.
"I just got spooked this morning, that's all".
I quickly helped his coworker to his feet. He wobbled abit but found his balance.
"Spooked? By what?" I questioned. Sportsy started sweating but looked up at me with a serious face. Ah shit, this must be important.
(no one's pov)
"Trampolines... you're not serious, right?" Dave gave Jack a 'you gotta be kidding' look. Jack looked away awkwardly.
"Yeah when I was small...I fell off a trampoline and hit my head..." Jack said, ya kno, like a lair. Dave looked like he was thinking for a second, but then nodded.
Soon enough, Phone guy spotted the coloured men and waved. Jack shivered a bit and was tempted to make a break for it again but Dave had already pulled him to Phoney.
(Jack's pov)
"Ah, Orange employee! It seems Dave has fix your crippling anxiety!" The Boss clapped. It couldn't be further from the truth thought. They were standing so close to where that box was-
Wait.....WAS?! WHERE'S THE GOD DAMN BOX-
Phoney kept talking while swiftly pulling the box out from behind him.
"So, I'm assuming you've both seen this box with the new stage curtains after Dave... ripped the old ones". Dave had basically turned into a sweat waterfall.
Wait... STAGE CURTAINS?! I dropped onto my knees, gripping the sticky floor tiles.
"IT HAD CURTAINS IN IT THE WHOLE TIME- IT HAD CURTAINS IN IT THE WHOLE TIME! FUCK-"
Phone guy looked confused and Dave chuckled.
"Calm down Sportsy. You're not the only one who didn't know they were curtains. You honestly put the idea of it being a trampoline into my head too"! Dave leaned down to stroke me softly on the back. I could tell Phoney was confused.
I'm so fucking happy it wasn't a trampoline.