Light red for joy and love; dark red for rage and anger, but also leadership and courage; pink for romance and feminine qualities; and rusty reds for fall and change.

(Woohoo! Last chapter!)

RED

It was beautiful.

No, it really was.

Freddy wasn't exactly one to boost his own ego, but he had to admit that he'd done an extremely good job on his painting.

Now all that was left was red.

He had planned where the colour would go right from the start. It was probably the colour that had inspired him to make it this far, and the colour that had made him think of painting this in the first place.

He turned away from the canvas slightly, focussing intently on his paint. He had to get this exactly right. There were no exceptions. The colour wasn't allowed to be too bright, nor too dark – it had to be perfect.

Freddy wasn't exactly sure how long he sat there, mixing the red paint over and over and over again, but then he finished. It was the exact hue of Bonnie's eyes; he was sure of that. He smiled to himself, before quickly getting to work on finishing his painting. He paused for a moment, the paintbrush hovering, before a determined look crossed his face and he moved.

He moved carefully, making sure not to paint the red outside of the border, almost unblinking as he filled in the last part of his painting. His line of vision was set on the canvas, and he didn't acknowledge Teddy walking into the room, grasping his work folder (as the room also doubled as a storeroom as well…at least for Teddy, who had a knack for leaving things anywhere he could fit them) and exiting the room with a grin on his face. Time seemed to stop as he painted, and he could feel any thoughts he had floating away.

But it didn't last, and as he finished adding the red (and the details; he couldn't have the eyes looking lifeless) he found himself at a loss of what to do. He had spent the last few days immersed in painting that now he had finished…he suddenly didn't know what to do next. He could easily show the others, but since yesterday his confidence had dropped lower and lower. Freddy didn't even know if he had to guts to show the painting to the others and…Bonnie. He knew that the others were impressed of what he had achieved the last few days, but it had only been Gold, Teddy and Foxy who had actually seen the painting. Tommy had come in for a moment when he was working, but he only saw the blue-haired man's emerald eyes scan the canvas for a split second before leaving. He hadn't seen the others enter the room at all.

"You're done?"

Freddy glanced up at the door, where Gold was standing – smiling at him.

"I…guess," he answered.

But Gold always noticed. That was something Freddy admired about his brother – he had the ability to sense the atmosphere and how people were feeling. Freddy had wondered how Gold was able to do that, and often asked – but he was always answered with a smirk and Gold saying that he "knew how to read people".

"You're nervous, aren't you?" the blonde questioned, walking over to Freddy. "I know how you feel."

"…What if he doesn't feel the same?" Freddy confessed his thoughts. "I know the others have hinted that he likes me back, but what if they're wrong? What if I get rejected? I don't think I can handle that. Don't you remember what happened last time?"

Gold remembered. It had been years ago – long before the blonde had met Springtrap and introduced his brothers to Bonnie and Tommy – when Freddy had developed a…crush, of sorts. It had been on a girl, and one thing Gold distinctly remembered was hating her. While Freddy remained oblivious, Gold could easily see what she was thinking. He had tried…tried so hard to tell Freddy that it would never work out, but his brother hadn't listened and had ended up getting rejected.

He knew that back then…dealing with rejection wasn't one of Freddy's fortes. His brother had been a wreck for weeks, and had even refused leaving the house. Now that Gold thought about it, it had been because of the rejection that he had even run into Springtrap in the first place, and that Freddy had been introduced to Bonnie.

"I remember," Gold replied with a frown. "But…Bonnie isn't like that. He feels the same way, and if anyone should know it'd be me, okay?"

Freddy nodded.

"Alright?" Gold sent a reassuringly smile at him, before grasping the sides of the canvas. "…This is done now, right? So let's show the others!"

"I…I don't know," Freddy crossed his arms over his chest. "What if the others don't like it?"

"Freddy, we've been over this," Gold, one hand holding the painting, placed his free hand on his brother's shoulder. "It'll be fine, okay? I asked Springtrap to stall Bonnie so he'll see it last."

That…was quite considerate of Gold, who didn't really do things like this often.

Freddy exhaled out of his nose, before a weak smile formed on his face. He muttered a small "thank you" before Gold heaved the painting off the stand and made his way towards the door.

"Come on," Gold inclined his head, motioning for Freddy to follow. "The artist has to be at the unveiling, do they not?"

And Freddy decided one thing as he got up – not caring that he was still wearing his paint-stained apron - with a sigh: he really was not looking forward to this.

"Hey! Gold! Freddy!"

Freddy heard Teddy's voice first, glancing over to see his brother standing next to Tommy and Tina (Chica's sister). Teddy's face was overtaken by a face-splitting grin, while Tina settled on a small smile and Tommy seemed as indifferent as always, though there was a light in his eyes that told Freddy "I'm surrounded by idiots but they're my idiots and I love them anyway". Freddy chuckled, knowing that even though Tommy was tough on the outside – he was (at least, it was what Teddy always called him) a "sweetie" on the inside.

"That's what he was up there painting?"

"Uh, yeah. That's why Springtrap went out – remember that, Tina?" Tommy responded, raising an eyebrow. "You know, so he could stall Bonnie?"

"I know that," Tina rolled her eyes, before a look of realisation crossed her face. "Wait, does that mean he's going to…?"

"Uh-huh," Teddy broke into the conversation. "About time, too."

Tommy rolled his eyes, muttering something about getting a drink before leaving in the direction of the kitchen. Teddy responded inaudibly, and Freddy watched as the trio left towards the kitchen – leaving only Foxy, Mangle and Chica in the room.

Chica smiled. "I can't wait until Bonnie sees it!"

Freddy coughed sharply and his gaze snapped over to Mangle, who was shuffling around on the other side of the room. He watched as Gold placed the painting down on the nearby table before making his way over to Chica and Foxy. He saw the redhead give him a smirk and rolled his eyes.

"You don't look so good."

It was then that he noticed that Mangle had somehow, silently, appeared next to Freddy. Though he and Mangle didn't talk much, the two were rather good friends. Ever since Mangle had been, well, mangled, no one really spent time with him anymore. It was only because Freddy spent a lot of time alone that he had even run into Mangle in the first place. Freddy really didn't see why no one liked him anyway – he was rather nice once you got to know him.

"I'm nervous," he responded. "I…don't know how Bonnie's going to react, really…"

"Why don't you go and think for a moment?" Mangle suggested. "You clearly need a moment to calm down."

The brunet nodded and turned on his heel, making his way from the room. He ran a hand through his hair in a futile attempt to calm him down, before covering his face with his hands and sighing deeply. He really needed to get himself together if he was going to do this. He sat down, continuing to mentally calm himself for the next few minutes, before swallowing and nodding and I can do this.

Making his way back into the room, he was greeted by a flurry of voices. He caught sight of Springtrap conversing with Gold (was his brother blushing?), before-

Sapphire eyes met ruby.

It took Freddy a couple of seconds to realise that Bonnie was indeed standing next to the table that Gold had placed his painting down before. Bonnie was staring at him was a blank expression, and all the confidence that he had managed to gather beforehand came crumbling down. He slapped a hand over his mouth before bounding from the room.

Bonnie stared after him for a moment, before he realised what Freddy had been thinking – and didn't hesitate to follow the brunet from the room.

He had…he had looked so emotionless. Was he really that disturbed?

Freddy slammed the door behind him – unconsciously noting that he was back in the art studio slash storage room – before stumbling over to the chair which he had spent so long in the past few days. His legs crumbled from underneath him, and he barely managed to sit down instead of falling to the floor. He ran a hand through his hair again, his breath beginning to shake.

"Freddy."

He knew that voice.

Freddy abruptly got to his feet, wincing slightly when the chair careered back and fell to the ground with a crash. Bonnie stood in the now-open doorway, staring at him with an expression that Freddy couldn't recognise.

"Bonnie."

His voice was still shaking. He watched as Bonnie's shoulders slumped.

"I…I'm sorry," Bonnie apologised. "I didn't mean to send you the wrong message back there…"

"I should be apologising," Freddy spoke before swallowing, clenching his hands into fists. "I should have known that you wouldn't have liked it-"

"-What?" Bonnie cut him off, startling Freddy into looking over at the violet-haired man. "Freddy, I love it."

There was pause as Freddy stared.

"…You love it?" Freddy's voice was quiet as he spoke, but it wasn't as shaky as before.

Bonnie let out a deep sigh as he made his way further into the room. Freddy watched as he stopped directly in front of him.

"Freddy," Bonnie began. "There…there's something I need to say."

What?

"I…I…" Bonnie ran a hand through his hair, sighed through clenched teeth. "God, why is this so hard?"

"Bonnie?"

Bonnie paused for a moment, looking up at him.

Damn Freddy's height advantage.

"Bonnie, what is it?" his voice was beginning to shake again. Why was he so nervous?

Bonnie exhaled sharply, before shaking his head and grabbed Freddy's by his shoulders.

"Screw this."

Freddy yelped as he was pulled down, but it was stopped. His eyes widened drastically, and his arms – even though they wanted to move – were frozen in place. A moment passed, before Bonnie was suddenly backing away with a smirk.

"B-Bonnie, did you just…?" Freddy raised a hand to his lips, still staring at the man before him.

"Kiss you?" Bonnie raised an eyebrow, continuing to smirk. "Yeah, I did."

There was silence as the two continued to stare at each other, before Freddy began to chuckle. He couldn't believe this.

The smirk faded to a confused frown when Freddy exploded into full-out laughter, and Bonnie was reaching out. "Freddy, are you okay?"

Freddy coughed, trying to reduce his laughter to chuckles once again. "Uh, yeah, I'm fine. I'm great, actually."

"You…were fine with that, then?" The frown was replaced with a joyous grin.

"I don't know," the laughter died and then there was grin on his face. "I might need another one just to make sure."

Bonnie laughed loudly, and Freddy swept forward. He found himself being embraced gently before Freddy's mouth met his in a long-awaited, sweet kiss.

"They've been gone a while," Foxy commented. "Do you think they're…?"

"My brother isn't that vulgar, Foxy," Gold gave the redhead an unimpressed look, earning another amused laugh from Springtrap.

"You, on the other hand…" Springtrap slung an arm around the golden blonde's shoulders, watching as Gold's face burned crimson and he was suddenly shoved away.

"What the hell do you mean by that?!"

"You know exactly what I mean."

"Jeez," Foxy rolled his eyes. "You two are like an old married couple."

"We are not!"

"Aw, are we not?"

"No, Springtrap, we are not! Now could you- hey! Let go of me you piece of-"

"Now, now, Goldie. There's no need for such language."

"Springtrap, I swear to God-"

"You know you love me really."

"Get your hands off me- mmph!"

"Ew!" Teddy scrunched up his nose. "Guys! Get a room!"

"Like that would stop them," Tommy commented with a sigh.

"Sounds like you know that from experience," Tina spoke.

…

"No way, really?"

"…Uh…"

"Tina, stop it," Teddy gave her an unimpressed look.

"Hey, look at the lovebirds!" Springtrap called over and wolf-whistled. "When's the wedding?"

"We are not a couple!" Teddy yelled back.

"You wish you were."

Gold shook his head and sighed, until he found himself being hugged from behind.

"Aw, is little Goldie being neglected?"

"WOULD YOU STOP THAT?"

"Make me?"

"Oh my god…" Tina sighed.

"GET A ROOM YOU TWO!"

And so "Rainbow" draws to a close as well.

I'm really proud of this. I've actually managed to stick with it and get it finished within a short amount of time (well, short for me).

This isn't my last FNAF fanfic, let me tell you. I'm too far in this fandom for me to get out anytime soon.

Thank you for sticking with this fanfic for as long as you did!

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