Some of this chapter has been modified. Therefore, some comments may not make sense. Altered: April 5, 2020

"I know this may be negative, but do you think Afton will come back?" Ballora wondered as Foxy remained clung to her chest.

"Let's hope he doesn't," you mumbled as Bon-Bon whimpered in your lap. "Was--or is--Michael even real? Does Afton actually have a son?"

Ballora struggled to look back at you to repoy, but Foxy pulled her closer to him. Baby growled at Foxy and grabbed the back of his onesie. Foxy screeched as Baby pulled him back and he fell off the bed. Baby cuddled up to Ballora and nuzzled her face into her chest. Ballora giggled, and Foxy huffed as he quickly stood up. Over in the other bed, Freddy gazed at you worrisomely as Bon-Bon hugged your stomach. Freddy crawled over beside you and wrapped his legs around you.

"Um?" you wondered as he cuddled up to your side.

"Hm?" he hummed as he nuzzled your neck.

"Mm- What'cha doin'?" you asked.

"No-thing!" Freddy sang.

Bon-Bon crawled under Freddy's leg and up your shirt. You saw Foxy shuffle by the end of the bed, out of the corner of your eye. You lifted your arm and Freddy immediately attached himself to your side. You tensed in pain and Freddy loosened his grip.

"Thinking about it, I guess Afton didn't actually have a prosthetic hand," you murmured to yourself.

"No shit, Sherlock," Foxy scoffed.

"Fuck off, Watson, I don't nee--"

"Foxy, shut up!" Freddy growled.

"Dude, lay off my grill!" you barked.

"Huh?" Freddy gasped as he moved away from you.

"Stop babying me," you huffed as you crossed your arms and stuck out your lip.

"What do you mean?" Freddy mumbled.

"I mean, you're not my mother. I can take care of myself," you told him.

"But--"

"Look, Freddy, I understand that you're worried about me, but I'm an adult--and as an adult, I should be able to take care of myself. So, how about you just be yourself, and not my security guard," you told Freddy.

"Oh, okay." Freddy sighed.

"Cheer up, Fredbear," you snickered as you tickled his chin.

Freddy giggled and leaned back and you grinned. He blushed as he smiled and Bon-Bon laughed. Freddy tickled your chin and you pushed his hand away as you chuckled. Bon-Bon bounced on the bed between you and Freddy. Foxy groaned as he lay onto the bed across from you.

"Why so serious?" you snickered and flipped over onto your back.

"Shut up, fart-face," Foxy snapped.

"Up yours, turkey-breath." You giggled as you kicked your feet into the air.

Foxy looked at you with aggravation in his eyes. You smiled and tilted your head innocently. Foxy's eyes widened as his cheeks warmed up. You giggled and Foxy rolled over onto his stomach and stuffed his face into his pillow. You felt something poke your neck and you tilted your head as you looked over. You gasped and scooted back, now seeing that Henry was right beside you.

"Henry?" you asked.

"No: Freddy," he said and giggled.

"Freddy, why do you look--and sound--like Henry?" you wondered.

"I just wanted to see," Freddy said. "Greetings, (Y/N)."

"Hello, 'Henry.' " You giggled.

"I wanna try someone else," Freddy laughed.

"Why not try somebody that's shutting up?" Foxy groaned as he lifted his head.

You looked over and glared at Foxy, and he dropped his face back into the pillow. You looked back at Freddy and saw Afton staring back at you. You instinctively punched him in the face, then immediately regretted it as pain surged through your hand.

"God," you hissed.

Freddy shifted back into himself and held his nose. He started to cry and you frowned.

"Fredbear, are you okay? I'm so sorry," you worried as you held his face. "I didn't mean to punch you."

He sniffled as you wiped the tears from his eye with your sleeve. Freddy sniffed and looked at you. You smiled softly and gently leaned closer to him. He blushed as you gave him a peck on the lips. As you leaned back, Freddy went after you and wrapped his arms around you. You fell back and Freddy laughed as he snuggled up to you. A knock on the door caught the attention of everyone.

"Baby, could you get the door?" Ballora asked her gently as she pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"Sure," Baby squeaked as she blushed brightly.

Baby jumped off the bed and ran around the corner. She ran to the door and grabbed the knob. She opened it, and an angry looking old man stood behind it.

"He-llo?" Baby asked.

"Hello, young one. Could I speak to one of your parents?" he asked.

"I don't have any parents. I'm also not a 'young'--" Baby sighed and rolled her eyes. "Some of my friends are here. Foxy."

"Ugh," Foxy groaned as he sat up.

He stood up and shuffled towards Baby. When he saw that an elderly was standing in the doorway, he stood up straight and walked towards the door.

"Hello, sir. Do you need something?" Foxy asked politely and you raised your eyebrows in surprise.

"Yes, I'm- . . . What are you wearing . . . ?" he asked.

"Oh, this is ju--"

"Never mind that. I'm the manager of this hotel, and I've been getting a lot of complaints about this room," he growled.

"I'm sorry. What were they about?" Foxy wondered.

"People have been complaining about you people being too loud," the man hissed.

"My apologies. We'll be quiet--"

"And I'm gonna have to ask you all to leave," he finished.

"Huh?" Foxy gasped.

"I can't have you disturbing my guests, so you need to pack your things and leave," the old man griped.

"Oh- Yes, sir," Foxy whispered and shut the door as the man stomped down the hallway.

Foxy shuffled back to the bed with his shoulders slumped. He sat on the bed and sighed. You looked over at him and smirked, and he looked up with an raised an eyebrow.

"I see you have a soft spot," you snickered.

"No. Everyone knows to respect the elderly," Foxy scoffed.

"Where are we gonna go?" Baby asked as she sat next to Ballora.

"Why don't we go back to the pizzeria?" Ballora suggested as she sat up.

"The pizzeria? Why would we go back there?" you mumbled, then giggled as Freddy nuzzled closer to you.

"Well, maybe you can bring back the company. But in the right way, of course," Ballora advised.

"Why's that? How? I don't know the first thing about having a company," you objected.

"I miss performing for the children," Ballora confessed.

"I do too," Baby mumbled as she hugged on to Ballora's side.

"The kids loved me," Foxy crowed.

"We might want to leave soon, though. I guarantee if we don't leave now, the manager'll have something else to tell us," Bon-Bon said

You sat up and Freddy's eyes opened as he crawled back. You headed to the bathroom to grab your stuff and Freddy grabbed your book and followed close behind you. Ballora and Baby got off the bed and walked towards the front door--Ballora grabbed the first-aid kit on her way there. Foxy lazily stood up and dragged himself across the room, grabbing the room keycard on his way.

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