So, guys, before I start, I'd just like to say, this chapter might not be as good, because i'm visiting my sister in Italy now, and I can't spend ALL my time online. Also, I know this isn't a big deal, but whoever 2 people voted for my fanfic, thanks alot! You're literally the best! 2 votes are just as good as 100 comments. You know who you guys are, and I want to say thx. Also, OMG!! 81 reads?? Even if you don't comment, I can see all the reads (at least alot for me.) Now let's get this chapter started!

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Mike:

You were freaking out. Yesterday, the whole fiasco with Mike happened, and you weren't thinking about how you had to go to work the next day, so you didn't care. After it happened, though, you finally took a breath and decided what you should do.

You would confess. That didn't mean you knew how to do it though.

You were driving to work, eyes on the road, but mind somewhere else. You were slowly making a plan to tell Mike about your secret love. You would walk in, sit down in the corner of the room, stall with Mike until about 4:00am, confess, turn away afterwards, (you knew he wouldn't like you),  and run out at 6:00am. There, lit plan.

Of course it didn't go this way, though. This is how it actually went:

You got out of the car, walked into the building early, and looked at the animatronics for a few minutes.

"I don't know what to do and I have a crush on Mike, and I've decided to tell him, but I just know he dosen't like me back and- What do I do?" A couple of their gears whired, and you thouht through all that whiring and clicking you heard Chica say, "Woman up."

There's your answer. A simlpe woman up from the animatronic chicken. Great.

You heard the bell for your shift to start ring, and you slowly walked to your office, and stopped right outside the door. You took a deep breath and stepped in. You saw Mike facing the other way playing with the cupcake you 2 had named Carl.

"Mike," you whispered, barely audible. He quickly turned around, and looked at you. "Hey, (y/n), I thought you wouldn't come today. I guess I guessed wrong." Mike said staring at you for a moment.

You nodded and sat down in the corner, just like your plan started. Check. "So (y/n), how you been doing?" Mike asked.

"I'm pretty sure you know that answer," You answered frowning, mostly to yourself. "Yeah I do, and I also know you better tell me what's wrong. I spent my whole fucking day worrying and not eating, so I deserve something." Mike glared at you slightly, but you still identified worry in his eyes. "Why should I?"

"Why not."

"I'm not in the mood. Hey did you know that this girl in my school threw up the oth-" you started.

"Staller."

This was hopless. That didn't mean you wouldn't keep on trying your plan, though.

"N-No, I'm not." Why were your eyes tearing up? Nothing had happened. It didn't even make sense. "Now you're stalling and stuttering. (Y/n)," Mike said moving towards you. "Tell me. Trust me. I'll help you. At least I'll try."

Mike looked you in the eyes and you let the tears fall. It was only 2:00am, and you were already collapsing. You might as well tell him now, right?

Mike frowned deeply and picked you up. It hurt him so much to see the girl he loved cry. He put you in his lap and hugged you. That's all he did. Hugged you. That didn't STOP the tears, it just made the tears come faster. You had to tell him your feeling, or you were sure you would break. "O-Ok, f-f-fine, Mike, I-I'll t-t-tell you w-what's w-wrong. I like your smile and your hair and your clothes and just you, and I know you don't like me back." Words came out of your mouth at lightning speed.

"Y/n), what are you talking about? Of course I like you, you're like my best friend." Mike said obliviously, carding his fingers through your hair.

"No! Mike! I like like you! Like love you. I- I Love you. And it's killing me inside that you don't like me back. It hurts, Mike, it hurts," you whispered into his neck, voice hoarse. By now, there was a big wet spot on Mike's (blue, black, red whatever the fUKC) shirt.

"Oh, (Y/n), of course I like you. Yes, I mean like like you. You should've told me sooner, stupid." Mike said. You didn't really pay much attention anymore after you heard the words "I like like you too." You just sat there with your arms around him, shock coursing through your veins. Next time something like this happens, promise me you'll tell me (Y/n), ok?" Mike said.

"Y-Yeah, O-ok." You were still a bit confused.

Step one: Confess: Check

Step two: Kiss: Wait What?!?!?!?!?!?

Freddy:

All you could think was OMG. You didn't think about this yesterday, but sooner or later, you would have to go back to work.

Well, now you had a reason to use those doors, right? Wrong. That was originally your first plan, but it changed. Since your family was as tight as a pack of wolves, you went and asked your sister for help. First, she asked who this boy was, and if he declined you or made you cry, that she would cut of his testicles, then rip out his throat. Ok, then. Always nice to know.

Second, she told me to just go straight out and tell him. No need to hesitate. Just confess. Since sister knows best, you went with her advice, and hear you were shaking in your office, waiting for your shift to start. You couldn't bear telling Freddy how you felt. (HAHAHAHA PUN BITCHES!1!!!1!)

But you knew if you waited any longer your insides would feel like havoc. So you waited until you heard the annoying bell for your shift to start, and then you sat stiffly looking for any signs of the bear know as Freddy. You waited some more until you finally heard footsteps and saw him.

"Hey (y/n), didn't expect you to be here today," he said, his eyes scanning over you.

"Y-Yeah, well I guess y-you expected wrong." Your smile was awkward. "I guess so. anyways, (y/n), I don't feel like making small talk. Tell me what happened yesterday, and I don't want any crap about how you don't know what I'm talking about," Freddy said walking towards you.

Now you didn't want to seem like Ms. Overemotional Chic, but these words made you tear up. You knew you had to tell him, you just didn't know how. You didn't want him too see you cry either, so you let a few tears fall, and then turned around to face the wall.

"Why should I?" you asked frowning. "Because I'm your friend," Freddy said, stopping in front of your chair. "And if someone hurts you, I'll hurt them right back." Your breath hitched. Friend. That's all, Friend. He was oblivious. He was the one hurting you. Couldn't he see.

"F-F-Fine. I'll t-tell you what's wrong," you said slowly, still facing away from him. "I like you. Like, like like you. More than a friend. And it's killing me that you don't like me back."

By now you were full-on crying shaking, not caring if Freddy noticed or not. He could go fuck himself.

"(Y/n), Don't cry- You could've just told me. I love you to. No doubt about it. You should've told me sooner," Freddy said, hugging you from behind.

"Y-you're just saying that to make me feel better," you said, to weak to flinch away from Freddy's hug. "No, I mean it. I'm serious. No lies," he said, hugging you tighter.

"Really?"

"Really."

Foxy:
You were a wreck. Your (h/l), (h/c) hair was splayed all around your head, and all you did was put a hoodie on and leave the hood up. Not that it mattered. After the catastrophe with Foxy the other day, you were too tired too do anything.

Your mom looked at you like a monster, and your sister said you looked like one, too. Great. You were so tired that you didn't even watch any anime. All you could think about was him, curse his name. You thought about him so much it made you sick. Lovesick. You've NEVER had a crush, but Foxy was bringing you to your knees.

His beautiful golden eyes. His reddish-brown hair. His kind and funny personality. His decidedly hot pirate accent. All these were reasons you absolutely adored him. The problem was you didn't want to tell him. But by a little pep-talk from your best friend, (b/f/n), you decided you were going to have to tell him.

That didn't mean you mean you wanted to, though. You waited in your car for a few more minutes, and decided to finally get out and walk into the building. Once you walked in, past the stage, you felt eyes boring into your back. You dare turn around, and saw golden gleaming coming from Pirate's Cove. You shivered, and walked the rest of the way towards your office.

Once you got into the office, you sat down in the chair and waited for the familiar, *ring* of the bell to start your shift. After it rang, you got emotionally prepared (obviously not enough as you will see in the upcoming events) for confessing to Foxy. You waited for a while till you heard the swift footsteps of the fox, and saw the face poking from behind the wall.

"Aye, lassie', didn't think I'd see you here today!"

You nodded in response as Foxy waked towards your desk. "So, I was wonderin' if ye' would care to explain that wee' bit that happened yesterday?" Foxy said half glaring, half looking on in curiosity.

"What "wee bit"?" You asked, trying to buy time to think. It's not like he would care. The thought hurt, but you couldn't bear the even worse thought of crying in front of him. You suddenly felt the need to wipe your eyes, and after finding Foxy staring at you tried to offer an explanation. "There's an eyelash in my eye."

"Whatever ye' say, lassie'," Foxy just frowned dejectedly.

"Anyway, ye' better tell me right now what be happening yesterday, or else," Foxy said looking at you with a star you've never seen him use before. It was a mix of murderous robot and shame that made you scared and ashamed at the same time. It made you tear up even more, resulting in you using your hair to hide your face. You shook slightly, gasping for air here and there.

"L-Lassie'? Ye' okay?" You heard the quiet footsteps walking your way and you suddenly wished you could sink into the shadows of your office.

"G-Great. I'm doing great." You cursed at your cracking voice. So much for emotionally guarded. You felt someone crouch down, and saw Foxy looking up from under you. "Aye, lassie' are ye'... crying? I- It hurts me so much to see ye' cry." You gathered all your courage (or whatever you had) and decided to tell him.

After taking a shaking breath, you started talking, ignoring how your words ran together. "I-ireallylike yo uandIdidn'twanttotellyou andIknowyoudon tlikemeback!"

You tried to shrink into yourself as much as possible. You were hoping he didn't understand what you said, but you did because you knew you wouldn't have the courage to say anymore.

Foxy opened his mouth to say something, but decided instead to hoist you up onto his lap in an attempt to calm you down.

"(Y/n), of course I like you. You're the most beautiful person I've met, which I think is saying something, and you're kind to everyone." Foxy softly whispered into your ear, and it was all just too much.

"You don't mean that..." More tears gathered in your eyes.

"Of course I mean that." Foxy replied instantly, frowning slightly.

"And you're sure?" He smiled softly and nodded. "Of course."

You smiled wide and wiped your eyes. "I think I love you. More, of course."

"I think I love you too, (Y/n)," Foxy replied, smiling sarcastically.

Bonnie:

You were a wreck. After the big event that happened with Bonnie, you didn't know what to do. Since you were so shy at school, you didn't have any friends, and your mom and dad always worked. The only friends you had were the animatronics, and you were actually debating on whether you would ask them for love advice.

You decided you didn't want to, and made the decision to tell Bonnie yourself. You didn't exactly know how to do that it, but you would try. You could just make it up as you go. You knew it was a bad idea, mostly because your identity at school know as "the frail flower" in your school. Nobody talked to you, and they wouldn't think of saying anything mean to you. They knew if they did, there was a 70% of making you cry.

Whatever. You wanted to deny it, but you knew it was true. You leaned back in the front seat of your car, and looked up at the moon. You prayed to whoever there was out there that this wouldn't totally backfire, and got out of your car to walk inside the Pizzeria.

When your eyes caught on the stage, they met Bonnie's, which were focused straight on you. You sighed as your shoulders slumped at your sides.

You walked into your dark office and sat down on the chair. When you sat down, you heard a loud ring, signaling your shift to start. Oh god, no. You didn't even feel like looking for Bonnie; he would simply show up even if you didn't want him to.

Closing your eyes for what seemed like seconds, you opened them as soon as you heard the quiet steps down the hallway, until they stopped at your door.

"(Y/n), I'm here." Bonnie said, shyly stepping in.

"H-h-hi Bonnie." When you tried to control your stutter, it just resulted in more mishaps.

Bonnie sighed and walked up to you, leaning on the creaky desk. "(Y/n), I know you're sensitive, which I get, but whatever happened yesterday wasn't just sensitivity." He paused and stared at you for awhile, letting his words sink in as he gnawed on his lip, which he usually did when thinking.

You can tell me what happened, or I can...I can s-scare it out of you." Bonnie tried to glare as firm as he could.

"Try." You dared, not realizing it came out until it actually did.

Bonnie took a deep breath, but let it go. "Look, (Y/n), I can't do it. I care about you. So how about you tell me what's wrong."

His words hit you smack dab in the face. He cared about you? You knew he did, but suddenly it made you feel overwhelmed, and your chest started aching. You teared up. Yeah, and pigs shit out rainbows if he cares for you. You'd go ahead and tell him now, even though you didn't want to face his denial of your love. See how he reacts then.

By now you were choking on your words, but you had to get this out.

"F-fine. F-f-fine. I-I'll tell you what's wrong. I l-l-like you. N-not a-as a friend, e-either. I-I like like you, and you don't l-l-like me b-back." You looked away, ashamed of the tears falling down your face.

You heard footsteps, which you thought were coming from Bonnie walking out the room. You felt someone hug you, and stay there.

"(Y/n), I love you too. You're beautiful and nice, and whatever that saying "opposites attract" means, I'm pretty sure alikes attract even better." Bonnie said, a ghost of a smile appearing on his face.

You froze for awhile, brain a little slow processing the information it was presented with. Did he mean what he just said, or did he just say it?

"Are you serious?"

"Of course I am." You relaxed against him.

Golden Freddy:

F*ck it all.

After the big event with Goldie last night, you were INFURIATED. You decided you would walk up to that hellhole, cuss out Freddy and his buddies, go into your office, tell Goldie how you felt , and walk out. You wouldn't admit how much this was hurting you on the inside.

You knew he didn't like you back, but if you didn't tell him soon you were sure you would be an overemotional mess. You got into your car, drove into the parking lot of Freddy's and got out. You walked in and looked at the animatronics, eyes turned towards you. "What are you looking at?" you said menacingly.

They kept looking at you as you walked towards your office, and once you turned the corner you let out a deep breath. You walked into your office and finally sat down. The bell rang literally a second later, and your eyes darted around frantically looking for any sign of the sun-kissed boy.

You blinked, and when you opened your eyes and you saw him standing there, staring straight at you. You suddenly felt as if there was a 1,000 pound weight on your chest, sucking all the breath out of you.

"(Y/n), let's not dilly-dally. We both know the problem at hand. Now tell me what's wrong."

Goldie said instantly. You stood up and walked towards him.

Once you were facing him, you looked up straight into his dark blue eyes. "Do you REALLY want to know what happened yesterday?" you asked. Goldie nodded slightly.

Angry tears ran down your face as you worked up courage for the words you were about to say. "I like you! I f*cking like you! I like you so much that your bringing me to tears over NOTHING! And I hate it! I hate it more than anything!" You screamed, listening to your voice ring off the walls. "AND I HATE LIKING SOME STUPIDASS THAT FLIRTS WITH EVERYONE!" You screamed into his face eyes squeezed shut.

After finishing your outburst, you rested your head against Goldie's chest waiting for him to push you away in disgust.

But nothing happened. You waited and waited, but nothing happened. It was killing you, waiting there in the cold room for nothing at all. Until something did happen. Goldie pulled you closer against him, hugging you tightly as his arm wrapped around your waist.

"I like you too, (Y/n). Even though sometimes you can be a big jerk. You should've just told me," Goldie said softly.

"You love me?"

"Nope, not at all."

"I---"

"I'm joking. Yes, I love you."

"JERK!"
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(Edited 2/21/17)