Hey, Guys! So, my little sis was sick last week, and so I decided to make a sick scenario!!! Thank you for all you people who voted on my story, and like, oh my god, I have so many follows and comments!!!! I'm so so so so glad! You guys are the best!!!!! I hope you like this story, and sure it's delayed, but not by much. I know this might be sorta short, but I hope you enjoy this!!! Let's get to it!!

P.S. TESTING"S OVER!!!!! YAY!!! 3 MORE WEEKS TILL SUMMER BREAK!!!

Mike:

You opened your eyes and squinted them.

It was Friday morning and you were tired.

You tried to get up anyways, and instantly fell back down, wincing.

Your head hurt a lot. It felt like every time you breathed in and out, it was cracking open.

You sat there looking up at the ceiling with your head pounding before, with effort, you got up, trying to ignore the pounding in your brain.

You stumbled to your bathroom and when you looked in the mirror you literally gasped out loud.

Your eyes were puffy and red, and looked glassy. Your hair was splayed this way and that, and your nose was covered in snot. Eww.

You got some tissue, and kept looking at yourself in the mirror, surprised at how much the attributes changed you into a whole different person. More like a whole different monster. You would be so embarrassed if Mike or any of your friends ever saw you like this

You stood there looking for a little more before zombie-walking into the kitchen and getting some Orange Juice, taking a sip, and throwing away the rest of it.

You stepped into the shower, and turned the hot water all the way up, because you were freezing.

You tried to relish the moment as long as you could, but each time you were felling even a little comfortable, a great shiver wracked you body, and you sat there squeezing your eyes shut leaning against the shower wall.

After a while, you stepped out of the shower and got on a tank top and random shorts and walking to slump on the couch.

Where were your family members when you actually needed them?

You turned on the T.v. and turned to (f/t.v/s).

It distracted you for a bit, but sooner or later a sneeze or two would come and fluster you, throwing your hair everywhere.

You groaned and got up to get a few covers.

You knew as well as anyone that overheating with covers when you had a fever would just make you a lot worse, but you settled down anyways, desperately trying to close your eyes. You were exhausted, but you couldn't sleep due to the cold spikes in your body that changed your temperature in a heartbeat.

You already submitted to your disposition before you heard a knock on the door and looked at it with wide eyes.

You sighed, not really caring anymore at this exact minute and shuffled back to the door.

You opened it, and when you saw Mike, you stared at him uncomprehendingly for a while before blinking and flushing slightly.

"God, (Y/n)....you look like a train wreck," Mike said laughing. "Bad Hair Day?"

"Take out the hair part," you replied walking back to the couch.

"What happened, you fall out of bed and everything else went wrong?" Mike said, still smiling.

"No, not really," you shrugged.

Mike's face hardened and his eyes filled with concern. "Are you hurt?" he walked towards you and sat on the pile of covers next to you.

" Sort of, but not in that way. I'm sick," you explained, looking at the t.v blankly.

"Oh. That's probably why you look so-" "Don't say anything that will make you regret it," you glared mutinously at him.

"Okay, Okay. But seriously, you do know that having that many covers really jacks up your body temp alot more," Mike looked at you questioningly.

"I'm freakin cold!!! What am I supposed to do? Curl up in a ball and hope to die? You know what? Whatever!!!!! You're giving me a headache!!!! Do whatever you want, because I DON'T CARE!!!!" you shouted at Mike before pulling the covers back over your head.

"Talk about mood swings," you heard Mike mutter sarcastically.

You waited for a little loner and heard Mike sigh. Before you could react, he pulled the covers over and off your head and folded them back up.

You sat there the whole time looking at him in shock before you shivered again and did exactly what you said before: Curled up into a ball and hoped to die.

Mike walked towards you and smiled a bit.

"You're such a baby sometimes, you know that, right?" he said.

"Mm," was all you replied back with.

"Look, I'm sorry, but I know another way you could get warm."

You side glanced at Mike before asking him," How?"

"Body Warmth," Mike said simply.

"No."

"Why not? It will surely help warm you up in a harmless way. And we get to snuggle!!!!! Score!" Mike beamed opening his arms.

"Hmph. Well...fine. But the rules are: No doing any perverted stuff. No teasing to an extensive amount. And last, no moving to much. Got it?" you said slowly.

Mike nodded and you hesitantly moved to sit in his lap.

You wiggled around for a bit to get comfortable, and eventually you got in a good position, laying your chin on Mike's shoulder with your arms folded against your chest.

You waited for a moment before you felt warmth seeping in through from Mike's body to yours.

"Now isn't this better," Mike whispered.

You smiled and nodded.

"I'll stay here as long as you want. I'm sure Mr. Fazbear wouldn't mind if you took a day or so off. You deserve it," Mike spoke again.

You didn't bother nodding again and closed you eyes, burying deeper into the warmth of Mike.

Maybe I'll finally be able to get some sleep.....

Freddy:

You woke up and instantly knew you had a fever.

You felt hot and uncomfortable in your bed, and the certain little sister lying next to you felt unusually cool.

You opened up your crusty eyes and sighed. At least you didn't have work today, or deal with your little sis. That was good.

You walked into the Living Room to find your mom getting ready to leave out for work.

She turned towards you and gasped, before realizing who you were.

"Oh you poor thing. You're sick. Go eat something it. Brings up your energy," your mom pouted. She didn't sound sorry.

You said "Sure" but as soon as she left, you rolled your eyes and walked into the bathroom.

Your mom was right, You totally looked like a mess.

You groaned and got in the shower, turning it to lukewarm water.

After getting out and changing into sweat pants and a short sleeved shirt, you walked into the kitchen and looked around.

Nothing looked that appetizing. Every time you looked at the food your belly started churning and hurting imagining how hard it would be to digest it in your state.

You shrugged and catapulted onto the couch.

You listened to T.v while drawing in your sketch book for later when you actually felt like drawing the full picture.

You grabbed your head as a blast of pain hit you which resulted in you sitting there curled up in a ball not being able to do anything.

You slowly walked to the kitchen to get some medicine, swallowed it dry, and walked back to the couch.

You sat miserably on the couch before hearing a pounding on the door and going to get it. The sudden movement made you dizzy, and when you opened the door, you half-leaned on whoever was at the other side.

What if it was a stranger you didn't know? Poor them.

"Umm...(Y/n)? Is something wrong? You feel...really warm. And why are you leaning on me?" Freddy asked confused.

"I'm sorry, I just don't feel well today, it's nothing really, I just-" you started hoarsely.

"Hey! I remember waaaaaaaaaaaay back when me and Goldie were younger, " you saw a flash of sadness across his face, but he got right back to talking," and I got a fever! My mom (she's probably dead right now, but that's off topic) was really nice to me and fed me soup and everything. Ha! I was a brat back then....(all it took was a guy to kill me. That straightened me out just fine) But anyways, I'll just did what she did! I should know this!" Freddy said excitedly.

"Kill you? Whaaa~?" you sat there trying to figure out what he just said before having another dizzy spell and dropping back on the couch.

"I'll be right back! Just stay where you are and try not to move!" Freddy yelled rushing into the kitchen.

You sat on the couch holding your head and curling up to wait for Freddy. You didn't know how an animatronic could possibly help anything, but whatever.

Freddy came back with a wet cloth and put it on your head. You flinched back as soon as it touched your head because of it's coldness.

"Look, (y/n), I know it's very uncomfortable, but this will help cool down your temperature. Trust me?" Freddy said. "Trust you," you agreed.

He put the cloth on your forehead, while you just sat there shutting your eyes.

"Great! Now, let's get you something to eat!" Freddy cheered. You heard him rummaging around in the kitchen before hearing a "Got it!" and a click of a stove being turned on.

You waited a few minutes, drifting in and out of sleep before you heard Freddy running into the Living Room.

"God this bowl is hot!!!!! I need to find something t place it on," he yipped before setting it down on the glass table.

"I made some Chicken Soup~!" he beamed yet again.

You could just imagine Chica glaring and jumping at him.

"Why is it that when I'm sick you're all nice, but that when I'm not sick, you're all mean?" you asked.

"Who cares? Just try the Chicken Soup. I got it from a soup can," he proudly said.

"You're not supposed to be happy about that, but whatever. I'll eat a spoonful, but I'm really tired and-" you started up but Freddy cut you off.

"You need to eat! It helps you get over this fever faster! Fine, let's make a deal! You eat a little more than half of the bowl, I sleep with you the rest of the day," Freddy compromised.

"Why would I want to sleep with you anyways?" you asked, secretly wanting to. He could keep you some company.

"I hear I'm a good pillow," Freddy smiled.

"From who?" you asked confused. Who's ever slept on Freddy?

"From myself," Freddy said like it was totally obvious.

"Ok, then. Whatever. I'll eat the soup if you promise to stay," you blushed slightly looking down.

"Ok! say ahh!" Freddy said.

"mmmm...fine...ahh," you mumbled looking off to the side and opening your mouth slightly.

Freddy spooned the soup into your mouth and you swallowed.

"Yummy?"

"Ordinary."

"Good."

He fed you a few more spoonful's before you felt like you would literally fall asleep in mid-swallow.

"Done," you yawned.

"Okay, I'll be right back. I just need to put this up. Ok?" Freddy said standing up.

"Mm." was all you got out.

Freddy came back and lay down next to you curling his legs and body similar to yours. His warmth felt good as you pressed against him and put your arms around his neck.

"Night," you said groggily.

"It's the middle of the day, but sure," Freddy replied closing his eyes too.

Foxy:

You jumped up but flopped back down after you felt a shapr twinge of pain in the back of your head.

You ignored it (at least tried too) and winced as you walked into the bathroom you felt something in the back of your throat and turned to the toilet.

You wretched and threw up some clear stuff with bits of the salad last night you had for dinner. Probably something to do with that then.

You stared at it in disgust before walking into the kitchen to take some medicine and getting a bucket to place by the couch just in case.

You never knew when instead of just dry-heaving you would actually throw up something, and whatever that something was, you didn't want to get it all over the couch.

You slowly took off your clothes and got in the shower.

You were just happy you didn't barf in there.

You just stood there closing your eyes for a while before you got out and got on some random clothes you found in your drawer.

You sat on the couch and checked on your Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, DeviantArt, Quotev, and Wattpad, and finding no comments, follows or votes, you dropped your arm to your side.

There was sharp pain in your stomach, and the back of your throat felt like the depths of he**. You tried to hold your breath as long as you could because between each time you breathed in and out, your throat hurt even more and your stomach churned and turned.

You sat there with your arms over you forehead until you heard a knock on the door. Whoever was on the other side would die a painful death....

You opened the door and saw Foxy on the other side. Except for him of course.

"Hello lassie," Foxy said loudly, making your head hurt.

"What do you want?"you asked him, the angry edge you meant to tack on to your voice turning into a sad wail. You looked at him pleadingly. You didn't want to deal with his big ego today.

"Well someone missed me, didn't they?" Foxy said annoyingly letting himself in. "No, I didn't," you said glaring.

Foxy looked at you a while before he cocked his brow and frowned.

"Something looks different on you, but I don't know what..." he said, turning his head to the side.

"I'm sick," you sighed laying down on the couch.

"What does that mean?" he said looking like a confused puppy.

"It means that I feel like a total piece of sh*t, and you're not helping me. My stomach hurts, and my head feels like it splitting open. That's what sick means," you said, groaning at the pain in your stomach.

"Are ye' ok?" Foxy said, looking at you more sympathetically.

"Are you ok?" you asked, being the confused one. Why wasn't he being annoying?!? It was scary.

"I'm fine. Do ye' need anything? I'll do it," he eagerly said.

"Yeah, I do need something. You need to be quiet, or get out! Also, can you umm... get me some water? Please?" you asked, doubting he would actually do it.

"Sure," Foxy said, walking to the kitchen.

He brought it back, and steadied your hands holding the glass. God, he was treating you like a baby, but that didn't mean you didn't like it.

"Anything else?" Foxy asked.

"Yeah, I do. Can you stay for a while? You know, to keep me some company?" you asked blushing.

Foxy's gaze softened, and he nodded.

He sat next to you with you leaning on his chest.

"Thank you," you murmured in contempt, trying to close your eyes, which was at least a little easier than before.

"It be no problem lassie," Foxy said, smiling, "now go to sleep." (Jeff the Killer, anyone?)

"mhmm," you smiled.

Bonnie:

A/N: Ok people, before you read this, I should tell you in this one, you have a fever that makes you sort of....delirious. I was watching an anime before typing this, so yeah..... Since it's sort of in your point of view, you wouldn't really notice, but Bonnie obviously does. That's all!

You woke up and thought you saw someone standing over you, but when you blinked again, you noticed it was just your imagination. Hahaha. What if it really was someone? That would be funny.

You got up and felt a pain in your head.

Looks like you have a fever. Yay~!

You walked towards the bathroom and looked in the mirror.

You looked like a piece of trash, with your face all red and your hair all curly. What if anyone saw you like this. That would be the day.

You took off your clothes and got in the shower and stayed there for a bit, looking at the floofa.

"Hahaha, it looks like a fluffy cloud!" you smiled goofily.

You got out and got on your long sleeved shirt and shorts.

You walked into the kitchen and shivered deciding to go back and get your cover before coming back downstairs (almost falling and busting your head) and looking in the cabinets.

"Ewww, food is overrated!" you whined and walked sitting on the couch.

You turned on the t.v to SpongeBob and singing along until you heard a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" you asked opening the door before anyone answered.

Bonnie stood there staring at you for awhile before saying, "Me."

"Hey there, cutie," you flirted leaning in towards him and smiling at him. "What are you doing?" you smiled.

"Umm....I came here to see you," Bonnie said blushing and leaning back, walking around you into the house.

"Ohh you did? That's sweet," you smiled again following him.

"You look like a... ummm.... you look sorta bad," Bonnie said, frowning at you.

"Well that's mean. I'm sick, anyways," you said sitting down on the couch and snuggling back up into your covers because you were sorta cold.

"I might need to look up what "sick" means on your phone.." Bonnie said, looking at your phone and typing it in.

"Whatever you want," you said winking at him.

He looked at some article for a second before looking at you and muttering," That makes a lot of sense."

He walked into the kitchen and rummaged in your cabinets for a while and came back with a white tablet and some water.

"Take this and try to get some sleep, "Bonnie said, still looking at the phone.

"Sure, as long as your here love," you winked again taking the medicine.

Bonnie blushed and you pulled him down to sit with you.

You leaned on him and drifted off to sleep, leaving him sitting there stiffly.

"Well, I guess I'll be staying here for the rest of the day..." Bonnie said, closing his eyes.

Goldie:

You woke up, sat up, and fell back down.

You were sweating, but you felt so cold that you just curled back up into your fetal position.

You were breathing heavily, and when you got up, you stood there for a moment, trying to catch a hold of your breath.

'I guess this is what you call a fever' you thought.

Sure you've heard of getting sick, or catching a fever, or having a cold from your cousins, and about how excruciating it was, but it's never really happened to you before. Well, you guessed now it was your turn.

You sighed and walked into the bathroom, rubbing your eyes.

You looked at your face, which was covered by your unruly hair twisted and curled around everywhere. You eyes were pink and glassy, and your face was flushed, with you shaking slightly.

You were jacked.

You inhaled and exhaled, and took off your pajamas.

Stepping into the shower, you slipped on some dumb Barbie Doll your little sister left in there from yesterday's bath (how does she even take a shower for school without slipping on this crap herself?) and slammed your head on the shower wall before getting up.

God, wasn't your day turning out great?

You washed up, but felt the need to stay in there a little longer, despite how some of the flows of water slightly burned the cut you got the other day from your cat (or dog, or hamster, or rabbit, or turtle, or pet cockroach, or whatever.)

You got out and got on another pair of clothes before walking to the kitchen and looking in the cabinet that held the medicine.

Your family didn't get sick often, so the strongest thing you had was Bayer Aspirin.

You groaned, took 2, and walked to sit on the couch.

Your eyes were blurry, and you still had the chills from earlier, with an additional cold sweat.

You sat there on the couch, trying to forget everything and close your eyes to the comfort an warmth of sleep, but each time you got nice and relaxed, a great chill shook your body, as if daunting you.

You just wiped your eyes, that were watering, and curled back up, rolling in the covers.

You were getting used to the never-ending cycle after a while: relax, get cold, roll up, curl up, wipe eyes, repeat, until you heard a knock on the door.

'Forget them, they can wait, whoever it is' you thought, curling back up into your ball.

You heard another knock, silence, then footsteps.

Suddenly, your cover was yanked off, submitting you too the cool air, making you shake more.

You got up and turned around, finding Goldie looking at you with a confused gaze.

You glared at him. "Give me that back! And how'd you get in my house?" you shouted, pouting like a child.

"Why should I? I teleported by the way. And who got you on the wrong side of the bed?" he asked, taking in your flushed appearance.

"I'm freakin' sick! Now give me that back RIGHT NOW!" you yelled.

Goldie's gaze softened, and he looked at you sympathetically.

"Do you need anything?" he asked softly sitting down next to you.

"I need you to stop acting like my f*cking mother!!! And GIVE ME MY COVER BACK!" you shouted, eyes wide with anger.

"I'm sorry, and I won't be giving your cover back to you anytime soon," Goldie said, folding up your cover and putting it in your closet.

"F*ck you, you little sh*t," you glared and put your arms around your knees.

"Whatever, I know you love me. Anyways, I'll go get you some water. You just stay here," Goldie winked at you and walked into the kitchen.

"Where else am I supposed to go?" you muttered and leaned your head in the couch arm.

Goldie came back with the water and sat next to you, trying to tilt the water glass to help you drink.

"I can drink the freaking water myself, jacka**, I'm not a baby," you said aggravated.

"Ok, ok. Do you need anything else?" Goldie asked, tilting his head.

"STFU!!!" you said loudly. How annoying could he be?!

You sort felt guilty about yelling at Goldie, so you thought about saying sorry, but when you turned to look at him you saw him smirking, and you instantly banished the idea from your head.

Fine, let him be that way.

After finishing half of the water, you layed back on the couch arm and watched the t.v, trying to close your eyes again.

You heard Goldie scooting closer to you, and you really wanted to snuggle up with him, but just because you were sick doesn't mean you've lost all your dignity.

You felt him press his chest against your back, and you slightly leaned back, blushing and looking to the side.

You closed your eyes again and had at least an easier time with the chills, though they didn't completely go away.

You smiled a bit and evened out your breathing.

You guessed Goldie really did help..... only a little bit, of course....

This reminds me so much of my very first fanfics, Italy x Sick! Reader Ha, good times (even though it was only 3 months ago.) So, people, some serious business, now. I've decided, pretty soon this fanfics will come to an end...... after 5 more scenarios, of course!!! I don't know what the 5 should be, but I know they should be big... so yeah. Also, while I was looking at this story's info, you know what I saw?!1??! 1.6K views, 69 votes, and 49 comments!!!! And that makes me happy!!!!!! Thank you to everyone who comments on this again, and I hope you liked this chapter! Please read and review, and see ya' latter! Bye!~

Angie B.