It was a normal day at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, and the kids were listening to Foxy tell them a story. He was adding body movements to his story to add emphasis, and accidentally bumped the Cake with his arm, causing it to fall off the table and onto the floor. Foxy paused for a second, looked down at the completely destroyed cake, and looked back up at the shocked kids. “Whoops. Sorry about that, mateys.” He said, giving a nervous smile. The birthday kid’s Mom said she’d be right back and left to go grab another cake. Meanwhile, the workers cleaned the mess up and tried to keep the children distracted until the Mom came back. (she’d better hurry her ass up) Freddy and the others performed a few songs for the children while they ate pizza, which kept them at bay until the Mom and a worker brought the cake in. Foxy wasn’t sure what to do, so he just went to PIrate’s Cove and hid there until the party was over. After the pizzeria had closed, Bonnie headed over to talk to him. “Foxy, come out, please. We need to talk.” He said. Foxy came out and said, “Yarr, what be the matter, lad?” “Foxy, the pizzeria is closed. You can speak normally.” Bonnie said. “Yarr, That be… Err, sorry. I keep forgetting.” Foxy said, smiling nervously. “Never mind that. You should’ve been paying attention to what you were doing. I really wanted a break from the kids today, but because your negligence caused the cake to be destroyed, the birthday kid’s mother had to run out and grab another cake, which meant that I had to go on stage to perform, even though I was too tired. My point is you need to pay attention next time.” Bonnie said, angrily tapping his foot and crossing his arms. Foxy’s ears folded down as he began to get nervous. “S-sorry. I didn’t realize it was such a big deal. It was an accident.” Foxy said. Bonnie shook his head. “That doesn’t matter. You should’ve been paying attention.” Bonnie said, grabbing Foxy’s wrist and a chair. He set the chair down, sat down, and pulled Foxy over his lap. “Wait, what are you doing?” Foxy asked, surprised. Bonnie didn’t say anything and instead grabbed Foxy’s tail with one paw and raised his other paw and slapped Foxy’s butt with it. *SLAP* “Ow, what are you doing?” Foxy asked, wincing from the blow. Silence. Bonnie simply raised his paw and gave Foxy’s backside another slap. *SLAP* “Ow,” Foxy whined, kicking his feet. “Why are you doing that?” Finally, Bonnie spoke up. “To teach you to pay attention to your surroundings next time.” He said, raising his paw. *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* “Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, stop. Please, Bonnie, I’m sorry. I’ll pay attention next time, I swear.” Foxy cried as his backside grew redder and redder with every slap. *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* Soon, Bonnie helped the crying fox off his lap and began to comfort him. “Shh, it’s okay. I know it was an accident, but you need to be more alert from on, okay?” Bonnie said in a calm and gentle voice. “*sniff* Yes,” Foxy said, tearfully nodding. “Good. That’s all I needed to hear.” Bonnie said. Bonnie gave Foxy a big hug to comfort him and sent him back to Pirate’s Cove. Foxy’s backside hurt so bad, he didn’t want to stand, but he couldn’t sit. So, in true fashion with a firm spanking, he slept on his stomach that night.
