You walked into the hotel room and looked around. It seemed as though the hotel cleaning crew had already been around, as the beds were made and the bathroom had new bottles of soaps and towels put up. Your clothes from yesterday were also neatly folded on the sink counter--they also seemed to have cleaned them up too, which was nice of them. You slipped off your shoes and kicked them in front of the closet.

"When was it you were supposed to meet Afton?" Foxy asked as he fell onto his side of the bed and put his hands under his head.

"I think it was around seven? I don't remember," you mumbled as you sat down across from Foxy and leaned against the headboard of your bed.

"I hope you're right. You never did tell me," Michael said.

"Woah! When did you get here?" You jumped.

"I've been here since you came in," Michael replied.

Ballora and Baby sat on the other side of Foxy. Ballora sat beside Foxy with her legs crossed. Baby lay on her stomach with her head in her hands at the foot of the bed.

"I remember," Freddy began. "We were supposed to meet him at the pizzeria at 7:00 PM."

"Right . . . Wait, how are we gonna get there? We don't have a car," you spoke up.

"We can take a taxi," Michael told you.

"I guess," you muttered and opened your book.

Freddy crawled onto the bed and over you, sitting beside you. You dropped your book and looked over at him in an annoyed manner.

"What that really necessary?" you griped.

"Yes," Freddy giggled.

"What are we to do in the meantime?" Ballora wondered.

"You guys can watch TV, if you want," you suggested.

You grabbed the remote that sat on the bedside table and turned the TV on. You searched around for a piece of paper that had the TV guide on it. You opened the drawer, to see that the guide was set neatly under a book of the Bible. You searched through the channel names, thinking that since the rest were always around children, they would be familiar with a kid's channel. You put on PBS Kids. It seemed an intro for a show had just begun. "Dragon Tales, Dragon Tales, it's almost time for Dragon Tales . . ." the music played.

"Come along, take my hand, let's all go to Dragon Land!" Everyone--but Michael--sang in unison.

You smiled softly and looked back down at your book. You flipped to the page you were on last and started to read.

"There's Ord, he's the biggest," Foxy and Freddy sang, and you looked up.

"Not so brave at heart!" Baby and Ballora joined in.

"Um--"

"There's Cassie, so shy," Ballora and Baby sang.

"Also very smart!" Foxy and Freddy joined.

"Guys--"

"There's Zak and Wheezie in these tales of fun, 'cause you know two heads are better than one!" they sang together.

"Fine," you sighed then joined them.

"Dragon Tales, Dragon Tales, it's almost time for Dragon Tales. Come along, take my hand, let's all go to Dragon Land!" you all--but Michael--sang.

"Okay, guys, now can I read my book?" you groaned.

Nobody answered and you took that as a 'yes.' You looked at your book, finding where you left off. You paused when Freddy grabbed your hips and pulled you into his lap. You looked at him, but his eyes remained on the TV. You sighed and read your book as Freddy's arms hugged your waist.

~ ~ ~ ~

"We should probably start getting you ready," Foxy spoke to you as he stood at the foot of the bed, but you remained enthralled in your book; Foxy put his hands on his hips. "(Y/N), hello? Earth to (Y/N)!"

"Perhaps I could help?" Ballora commented.

Ballora grabbed the TV guide and folded it up a few times. Foxy raised an eyebrow as he stared at Ballora. She slowly slid the makeshift bookmark down the center of the book. Your eyebrows rose and your eyes fluttered as you looked up at her. You tilted your head, and she smiled sweetly.

"You need to get ready to meet Mr. Afton," Ballora said gently.

"Oh, okay," you muttered and closed your book.

You crawled out of Freddy's lap and set your book on the bedside table. Ballora looked back at Foxy and smirked, and he glared at her. Ballora grabbed the bag of items and walked you to the bathroom. Baby followed the two of you in, and Freddy stepped in with the three of you.

"Sorry," Ballora mumbled as she slid Freddy out of the bathroom and shut the door on his face.

Ballora grabbed a crimson and grey hoodie and held it up. There were two white stripes on the sleeves and on the front of it, it had printed in white: "Me? Sarcastic? Never." You unbuttoned your shirt, and Baby covered her eyes to "save" her own innocence. Ballora looked away as you took off your shirt. As you really didn't have anything else, you decided to wear the same laced panties. You grabbed the hoodie and slipped it on.

She then grabbed a navy green pair of skinny jeans, that had a bunch of holes decorated on the front of it. Her eyes remained elsewhere as you unbuttoned your pants and pulled them off. You grabbed the jeans from Ballora's hand and slipped in your feet one at a time. You pulled them up and buttoned and zipped them, pulling at the fabric and straightening it out at some places. Baby peeked through her fingers and her eyes widened in awe.

"You look really good," Ballora commented quietly.

"Thanks," you said as you looked down at yourself.

"We also got you a pair of shoes to match," Ballora added as she held up a pair of black, heeled combat boots.

"Cool," you muttered as she handed them to you.

You smiled at your Playboy socks as you lifted your foot and put on the boots. You kneeled down on one knee and tied the laces. Ballora took a step back as you stared down at your shoes. You switched feet and did the same with the other.

"These feel nice," you said as you looked back and lifted your foot.

Baby stood on her tiptoes and slipped a pair of peach sunglasses over your ears. You smirked and pulled down on the glasses, looking at yourself in the mirror and winking. Baby and Ballora both smiled, and you turned towards them.

"I like it," you admitted and smiled at them.

"Your look is complete," Ballora stated.

"Cool! Thanks, girls."

They smiled and nodded. Ballora started out of the bathroom, with Baby following behind her. You followed them, straightening out your jeans.

Freddy sat on the bed--where he always was--as he talked to Bon-Bon. Foxy lay on his bed, in a "draw me like one of your French girls" kind of way. He whistled suggestively as he followed you with his eyes, and you glared at him, but he couldn't see your eyes through your sunglasses. Freddy looked up and stared at you dreamily as you strode behind the girls. You sat down in the black office chair as they sat on the bed.

"What'cha doin'?" Bon-Bon asked as he leapt from the edge of the bed and onto your lap.

"Basically waiting, now. That's all I can do." You shrugged, grabbing your phone.

~ ~ ~ ~

Freddy sighed, and you looked over at him. He looked like a teenage girl talking on the phone with her girlfriend, as his hands cupped his cheeks while he leaned on his elbows, and his feet crossed as they were stuck up in the air. He hadn't looked away from you since he laid his eyes on you.

"Hm?" you hummed questioningly.

"You look pretty," Freddy said, sounding as if he were drunk.

"Pfft," you laughed, and Freddy frowned.

Freddy lifted his head and glared at you as Bon-Bon opened his mouth to say something. As you continued to laugh, Freddy stood up and stepped in front of you. You wiped a tear from your eye and looked up at Freddy.

"Why are you laughing?" Freddy growled.

"Because, I'm not pretty, I--"

Freddy interrupted you by slapping you on the back of the head. You jerked forward and held the back of your head. You winced and looked up at Freddy.

"Ow! Why'd you do that?" you objected.

"Don't you dare!" Freddy scolded you.

"What?" you complained.

"Think negatively about yourself!" Freddy snapped.

"You tell him," Bon-Bon snickered from his shoulder.

"It's kind of hard not to, I mean--" He slapped you upside the head. "OW, Freddy, stop that!"

"You stop that!" Freddy barked.

"But--"

"Don't!" Freddy demanded.

"Okay," you groaned as you rolled your eyes. "But I swear, if you hit me one more time, I will piledrive you."

"Mm," Freddy whimpered, shrinking back.

"You should probably go now," Michael said.

"Now?"

"Yes, my father has already rebuilt copies of the animatronics. So, if you get there early, your friends here can switch places with them and watch you, just in case."

"Wait, Afton's already built another four animatronics?" you asked in disbelief.

"Yes, my father is very efficient in managing time," Michael chuckled, seeming as if he were bragging.

"Huh, you don't say." You sighed.

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