Onnie! — Fnafhs

Onnie and you had been friends for as long as you could both remember, 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 feel the same way, or so you thought.

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

In your hands, a bouquet of red roses, his favorite. Onnie scanned your presence, his gaze stopping on the bouquet.

— "And what's this?" — he muttered with a frown.

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

— "It's a joke, right?"

Your heart broke, but you forced a smile, not wanting to make him more uncomfortable than he already seemed to be.

— "Yeah, it's a joke."

A few hours passed; Deuz was stroking your hair while you sobbed in his arms.

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

— "W-what? It was true? Damn it, if only I had known... PUT ME THROUGH TO _____ NOW!"