"Shut up!" I screamed. I could feel and hear the sound vibrating the walls. Toy Bonnie and Toy Freddy immediately stopped talking and stared at me. I gave them a death glare and turned back towards Marionette. Let me introduce myself. I'm Toy Chica of Game 2, female. My best friend is Withered Chica, and I would give my life to protect the poor thing. Her mouth is hinged wide open and she's missing part of both arms.

"Thank you, Toy Chica. Now. Thank you all for coming. But this is more than a little announcement. This is an order. You guys are going to be training today and tomorrow, because the day after tomorrow the Hunger Games start." As soon as she finished speaking, whoops and cries rang out. I looked around and saw many reactions. Mangle was whimpering, while holding the hand of Withered Foxy, who was cheering and screaming.

"We're going to win this! Let's gooo!" Toy Freddy cheered, doing his 'handshake' with Toy Bonnie, but it was so forceful it looked like they were beating each other up. Withered Chica wrapped her little arms around my arm.

"W-Will y-you go in th-the g-games?" She asked. Well, warbled. I shook my head.

"Not if I have a choice."

"Th-thank you."

"No problem." The truth is, I know I won't. It's a random drawing. But I swear to myself that if she gets drawn, then I will put myself in her place. She's so frail, and she's getting old. But I was snapped out of my thoughts by Withered Bonnie tapping on my shoulder.

"Hey, can you come here for a minute?" He asks. I nod, and he leads me into the empty hallway.

"So. I know what you're thinking. You're going to volunteer for Withered Chica. Well, I'm going to as well." He says.

"What?? You can't! You're just as withered!" I whisper-shout.

"But I'm stronger than Chica and you know it."

"And I'm stronger than you!"

"Really."

"Yes! Don't you know that?"

"Um, no. Because it isn't true."

"Yes it is."

"Whatever. I'm volunteering for her, and that's that."

"Alright. Whatever you say. Just hear me out."

"What?"

"Don't die."