Onnie! — Fnafhs

You and Onnie had been friends since you were both old enough to understand, a friendship that bordered on rivalry, a relationship full of friendly insults and harmless blows, although you often slept together

You liked him, but he didn't seem to reciprocate, or so you thought.

Onnie was waiting on a bench in the park where you had arranged to meet him when you arrived.

In your hands, a bouquet of red roses, his favorites. Onnie surveyed your presence, his gaze lingering on the bouquet.

—And what's that?— I muttered, frowning.

— They're for you, Onnie, you... I like you.

— You're joking, right?

Your heart was broken, but you showed a smile, not wanting to upset him more than he already seemed to be.

— Yes, I'm joking.

A few hours passed, Deuz stroked your hair while you sobbed in his arms.

Deuz and Oxy were on a call with Onnie, he heard you through the phone.

— W-what? Was it true? Damn, if only I had known... GET ME ON LINE WITH _____ NOW!