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

"What?" Foxy asked, dumbfounded.

"Fazbear's Fright. That's what the sign says," you explained.

Freddy looked up and walked towards it as he squinted at it. You watched him and Bon-Bon looked back at you as he passed you. You raised an eyebrow and he shrugged.

"What does it mean?" Ballora asked you.

"I saw an article on it, about how it burnt to the ground by faulty wiring," you mumbled to yourself, trying to remember what else you saw about it.

"Well, as you can see, it did burn. What else do you know about the place, Sherlock," Foxy taunted.

"It was a horror attraction! It was based on, 'the unsolved mysteries of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza'! " you exclaimed as you remembered.

"You remember?" a man's voice wondered, through the darkness of the open room.

"Who's there?" you demanded.

"Don't be afraid. I do not want to hurt you," the man said calmly--his voice almost sounded like Afton's.

"Afton, is that you?" you barked.

The man chuckled and you growled and ran towards him. Freddy wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you to him as you passed him. He lifted you up while you tried to squirm from his grasp. He hugged you and rested his head on your back and you relaxed.

"Who are you?" you asked sternly.

"I am the man who left the envelope on the doorstep of the police station," he said.

"You bailed me out of jail? But, why?" you croaked as Freddy gently set you down.

"Because, you freed my d- sister," he told you.

"What do you mean?" you asked.

"My name is Michael Afton. William Afton is my father," Michael explained.

"So, you're Afton's son?" you mumbled to yourself, but it came out more as a question.

"Yes. I saw what he did to you. I am sorry," he spoke.

"Huh? How do you know?" You gulped.

"I've been watching you from the shadows, ever since you started working for my father," Michael muttered.

"That's not creepy," you said sarcastically.

"And I know about the animatronics. About your friends here," he added.

"You do?" You gulped.

"Yes. My father needs to be stopped. Perhaps, we could put a stop to him. I think the best place for him to go, is jail," Michael spoke.

"I know a place he can go," you growled to yourself.

Michael chuckled--discreetly sounding bitter--and you blushed. Freddy saw you and became nervous as he fiddled with his sleeves. You saw this and wrapped your hand around his, smiling at Freddy as he looked up at you. He blushed and you looked back up towards Michael.

"Have you been staying out here?" you wondered.

". . . Yes. I don't really have anywhere else to go with the state I am in," he explained.

"What do you mean?"

He chuckled. "I think it would be better just for me to show you."

You raised your eyebrows as something stepped out from the shadows. Your eyes widened at the sight of an almost completely destroyed rabbit animatronic. Freddy's grip on your hand tightened as you examined it. The suit was covered in holes, and wires stuck out in some places--its right ear was almost completely gone. Its dead eyes stared at you, and its empty grin sent a chill down your spine. You tilted your head at it and it copied you.

You recoiled and mustered up the courage to say, "Michael?"

"Hello, (Y/N)," Michael's voice came from the dismantled animatronic.

"Why are you an animatronic? How?" you asked.

"It's a long story," he sighed and you frowned.

"So, if you're an animatronic--or you're stuck in an animatronic, or whatever--how did you get the money to bail me out of jail?" you wondered.

"I still know my father's banking account information," Michael bragged.

You smirked, and Freddy pulled you closer to him. You looked at him and he avoided your eye contact. You smiled softly, then turned back to Michael.

"How are we going to get your father in jail?" you asked Michael.

"I don't know for sure, yet. It's going to be hard to catch him, though. Wouldn't you rather stay somewhere?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, would you like to stay somewhere? I could rent a place for you," Michael told you.

"If you're using Afton's money, then definitely," you snickered.

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"Yeah, a room with two queen beds," you reminded the woman at the front desk.

"What is that horrid smell?" The woman gagged.

The woman looked up and stared behind you in horror. You raised your eyebrow and looked at her. She didn't even bat an eye when you waved your hand in front of her.

"I just, need my keycard," you mumbled.

"Huh?" she whispered.

"I'm sorry, is there a problem, ma'am?" you wondered.

"Wh-what is that?"

She trembled as she pointed behind you. You turned, to see Michael looking down at you.

You turned back towards the woman and chuckled, "Are you talking about this big guy?"

"Y-yeah," the woman stuttered.

"I bought him at an auction . . . Um, as soon as I saw him, I loved him, and he just seemed intriguing to me," you gushed to her.

Freddy gargled a growl as he snaked his arm around your waist. When you looked at him, he quickly moved his arm.

"Well, you can't have this thing in here," the woman insisted.

"What, why?" You huffed.

"First of all, it stinks to high heaven. Secondly, it's horrific, and it'll scare away potential guests," the woman argued.

"I-I'll keep him in my room, and I'll try to take care of the smell. I don't have anywhere else to put him," you pleaded.

"Hmph." The woman frowned.

"Oh, come on, Mom!" you blurted.

". . . What?" The woman blushed.

"How about, I give you twenty bucks and we keep both the animatronic and the fact that I called you 'Mom,' a secret," you whispered and winked at the woman.

"Mmm . . . Make it fifty."

"Deal!"

You slid a bill her way and she traded you your keycard as she looked around. You smiled in content, and Freddy frowned as you walked towards the elevator. Freddy and the rest followed close behind you. The woman shuddered as Michael started to walk with you. You stepped into the elevator as it opened and the rest piled in. You pushed a button and waited.

"What are we supposed to do?" Foxy spoke impatiently.

"We'll need to gain my father's trust," Michael said as the elevator stopped.

"How are we gonna do that?" you wondered as you walked towards the room.

"Not we. You," Michael said.

"Huh?" you asked as you reached the room.

"I can't do that in this suit," Michael told you as you opened the door.

"Yooo, check this place out! This is so awesome!" you exclaimed as you ran into the middle of the room and looked around.

You jumped onto the bed and rolled onto your back. You giggled and threw your arms out, spreading yourself across the bed. Foxy snickered and slowly stood on the bed above you. You grinned goofily while you looked up at him. He smirked and jumped up, slamming down onto the bed. You shrieked as you were thrown into the air and off the bed, landing face-first on the ground.

"Are . . . Are you okay?" Freddy worried as he looked down at you.

You stuck your thumb into the air and Freddy smiled. Michael walked across the room and sat in the chair. You jumped up and sat on the bed closest to Michael. Freddy sat beside you and twiddled his thumbs. You looked at him, smiling, and he bit his lip.

"Anyways, what do I do?" you said as you leaned back.

"My father is attending a party tomorrow night. Perhaps you can follow him there and talk to him," Michael suggested; he then pulled something out of his suit. "Here, take a look at this picture."

"What is it?" You tilted your head, leaning over to look as the others did as well.

"It's a picture of my father."

"Is that--"

"Yes, it's William Afton," Michael interrupted Baby.

"Okay, that'll help. So, I follow him there and talk to him. Then what?" you asked as you gazed towards Freddy, who had his head down and was kicking his feet.

"I . . . I don't know," Michael confessed.

"That's okay, I can figure something out," you told him as you slowly reached towards Freddy.

Bon-Bon looked back at you and jumped onto the other side of Freddy. Freddy looked at him and raised an eyebrow and Bon-Bon snickered. You grabbed Freddy's vest and he yelped as you pulled him to you. You stuck your head under his arm and onto his shoulder, wrapping yourself around him. Freddy blushed brightly as you cuddled up to him. He hesitantly put his arm around you and you frowned.

"Freddy," you said sternly.

"Ye- Yes?" Freddy gulped.

"We need to talk," you scolded him calmly.

You quickly stood up and shuffled towards the bathroom. Freddy followed far behind you, and you opened the door. He walked into the bathroom, and you stepped in and shut the door behind you, locking it. You growled and stomped towards Freddy. He stepped back as he trembled, and you poked him in the shoulder and swallowed another growl.

"Freddy, you need to stop it," you hissed.

"Stop what?" Freddy squeaked.

"Stop being so hesitant about everything!" you groaned.

"Huh?" Freddy wondered.

"If you want to hug me, hug me. If you want to cuddle up to me, cuddle up to me! Freddy, if you want this relationship to work out, you need to be yourself. Express your feelings!" you pleaded.

"I-I'm sorry, I-I didn't know I was bothering you," Freddy stuttered.

"Ugh, I love you, and I always will--no matter what. But, baby, be Funtime Freddy," you told him.

"B-but, I don't want you to be weirded out, and I don't want to annoy you or make you feel uncomfortable," Freddy objected.

"You're fine. I'd tell you," you assured him.

"Oh, well, in that case- YOU CALLED ME BABY!" Freddy exclaimed and jumped towards you.

He wrapped his arms around you, pinning yours against your side. You gasped as he lifted you up and hugged you tightly, shaking you side to side as he laughed. You chuckled nervously as he set you down. He kissed you on the cheek and you blushed. He continued to give you kisses on your face and you giggled. You stepped away from him and smiled up at him, and he returned the gesture with a goofy grin. He squealed loudly and jumped at you again, but this time, he just hugged you softly and held you against him. You closed your eyes as you hugged him back.

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