"Care to explain this?" James growled, stomping up to meet you by the front doors--he held up a paper plate with an animatronic bear head printed on it.

"Oh." You grinned slyly.

"How the hell did you order them without me noticing?" he continued.

"I've got my ways," you snickered.

You glanced over, when your eyes caught something. You gasped, seeing as there was a stage with four animatronics standing on it.

"You got them?" you squealed, running up to take a closer look.

"Yeah. We've barely got any money left, but at least we've got actual entertainment" James sneered.

"What? You don't think the German, demon twins are enough entertainment? Or Candy Cadet?"

"What's not entertaining about robots that repeat the same things over and over?" he babbled sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"Speaking of Candy Cadet, did he tell you the rest of the story?" You looked back to him, hope glimmering your eyes.

"Nope." He shook his head.

"Damn it," you hissed, looking down at the floor.

"The pizzeria will be opening soon. Do you want to stay out here while I work in the office, or do you think you can handle it?" James brought up.

"Oh."

The past few days, you've been hearing movement from the vents and voices. You had to have James finish yesterday's tasks, after running out in a near panic. You and James brushed it off as you just having sleep deprivation side effects, since you had only been getting a few hours of sleep a night. Now it was time to see if that was truly what was wrong.

"That's okay, if not," James assured you.

"No, I think . . . I think I can handle it," you muttered, scratching the back of your neck.

"Okay, but if at any time you need to, we can switch," he assured you.

"Right."

You nodded, walking towards the office door. You turned back to James, who had already started straightening things up. You sighed, walking into the small room and shutting the door, closing yourself in there.

You nervously sat down, starting your first tasks: ordering things. Although it didn't take as long as it used to--after buying the 'HI-SPD UPLINK'--it still felt like an eternity watching each thing load.

You switched over to the motion detector and started scanning for any movement. After a few seconds of not finding anything, you turned off the ventilation, seeing if your ears could aid in your search. What you were searching for, though, was unknown.

Nothing. You turned back on the ventilation as it started to get too warm, switching back over to your tasks to continue them.

Uneasiness started to settle in as you started printing things. Things hadn't been this quiet since the first day of opening. You couldn't help but think that something was going to happen, despite everything seeming to be fine.

"You're not tired any more. You've just been tired. That's why you had been hearing noises," you whispered, trying to calm yourself down.

Subtle shifting from the vent to your left caught your attention. You snapped your head and whipped your flashlight over to look down the dark tunnel. You couldn't see anything.

"This flashlight fucking sucks," you hissed, shaking it in anger.

The light flickered, dimming down. You whacked the side of it, making it shine a bit brighter, then dimmer out again. You growled, swinging it around. As it shined to your appeal, you heard sliding approach you.

"Hey, wait, you're suppo--"

"You left us," a familiar, soft voice spoke.

Before you could react, an animatronic--one that, if you had been given time, you wouldn't have recognized as one that you had salvaged--lunged out at you. You were about to scream, or at least yelp, when it grasped the sides of your neck and lifted you up a couple feet in the air. You gripped onto the cold metal claw that held you, attempting to pry them from around your neck. They only squeezed tighter, the spikes breaking through skin.

"You abandoned us," the animatronic spoke--sounding mad, yet sad; you suddenly realized why the voice sounded familiar.

"Baby?" you croaked, wincing.

"Have you forgotten us?" she mumbled.

"No, I haven't! I just--" You grunted, tears brimming in your eyes as blood trickled down your neck. "This wasn't the reunion I was hoping to have if you were really real."

"It's only been five years," she sassed. "We waited for you to come back, and after years, we finally came to realize that you weren't going to. You left us to rot, (Y/N)."

"I didn't!" you cried.

"You did," she hissed, her grip tightening. "You hated us, didn't you? Is that why you left?"

"I didn't leave! I mean- I did- But, I didn't mean to!" you defended yourself, trying once again to pry the claw away.

"I just want to know one thing before I do this . . . : Why?"

"I'll tell you! I'll tell you what happened! Just- Please let me go," you pleaded.

Baby slowly lowered you to stand on the floor. Her claw snapped open, releasing her grip and pulling the spikes out. She kept it around your neck, though, making sure you knew that she wasn't going to let you get away.

You hissed, the open wounds stinging. Blood was already soaking into the hem of your shirt.

"Explain," she demanded, and you nodded.

• • • •

"Are you sure about this?" Freddy worried, grabbing the sides of your arms.

"Of course I am," you chuckled as you raised your arms under his.

"You're positive?" he continued, his eyebrows scrunching together.

"Fredbear, listen to me. I love you. You make me so happy. And I'm going to be even happier getting to be your wife," you assured him, sliding your hands into his and giving him a soft smile.

Freddy blushed, smiling back. His blush got brighter after you gave him a peck on the lips.

"I love you too."

"I bet you're also going to love the honeymoon," Foxy sneered.

"Honey?" Freddy wondered, tilting his head. "What's a honeymoon?"

"It's just a vaca--"

"Oh, you'll find out," Foxy interrupted you, snickering.

"I won't be there for it, Freddy, so you better make some moves yourself. And make them good," Bon-Bon nagged.

"Why won't you be there? Wait, what do you mean?" Freddy raised an eyebrow.

"What will you name your children?" Bon-Bon gasped.

"Children?" Freddy quavered, his face bright red.

"Children? Uh, I don't think I'm ready for that just yet," you chuckled nervously.

"Why would we be having children? What's a 'honeymoon' supposed to be?" Freddy babbled.

"Like Foxy said: you'll find out," you hummed, winking at him; he squeaked as his face started steaming.

° ° ° °

"What? No, this can't happen!" you blurted, waving your hands around.

"What do you mean?" Freddy croaked.

"There can't not be candles! We have to have them!" you replied.

"They're just candles, (Y/N). Quit being a drama queen!" Foxy scoffed.

"No, you don't understand! Beauty and the Beast, people! Beauty and the Beast!" you ranted.

"We don't know what that is, (Y/N)," Ballora spoke, and Baby nodded, agreeing.

"I have to go get candles!"

"The hell do you mean? The ceremony's in 45 minutes!" Foxy argued.

"Then I have to hurry!" you babbled, running for the front doors.

"Wait, (Y/N)!" Bon-Bon objected.

"I'll be back soon!" you called to them.

"I worked so hard on all of this! If you're late, I'm killing you!" Foxy roared in a sing-song tone.

"You can't kill something that's already been killed!" you sang back.

"For fuck's sake," he hissed.

"For fox sake," Ballora corrected him, and he glared at her, making her smile slyly.

"Alright, it'll only be like, 10 minutes," you panted to yourself as you hopped in your car.

You immediately started the car, backed out of the parking lot, and drove down the road. You tried to drive as fast as you could to where you needed to go, but not enough to get pulled over.

° ° ° °

I inhaled the scent that lingered in the air, then sighed: birthday cake. I knew it was Baby's favourite. Though this was supposed to be mine and Freddy's wedding, I thought the guests, Baby, Ballora, Bon-Bon, and even Foxy, should enjoy it just as much. We were going to play Jenga--though he's unaware--because I know he loves that. I couldn't help but giggle mischievously. We do have to do something for him, though, since he had helped plan most of it.

The whole thing was going to happen in the pizzeria stage room, since that was the biggest room. We had drapes over the front doors, so the candles could be the only luminosity. Freddy and I were also going to wear the dress clothes we wore when we danced that one time--the time that reminded me of 'Beauty and the Beast.'

'We still have to watch that at some point, so they can finally understand the damn references. I'm surprised they haven't, though. Everything seemed so alike,' I thought to myself.

James had been kind enough to get an online ordination so he could officially marry us. He was going to be standing on top of the stage, while Freddy and the others stood on the floor. Freddy, and Bon-Bon and Foxy--who were going to be the 'groomsmen'--were going to stand to the right. Baby and Ballora--my 'bridesmaids'--woud stand to the left. I was going to walk myself down the aisle, since . . . nobody else could. Everyone else had roles to attend to, and no other people knew about any of us.

After the ceremony, we would have the reception. We were going to eat the wedding cake and other foods. Baby and Ballora made the wedding cake, though Ballora did most of it, since she had the delicate touch to be able to put the finer details. Foxy and Bon-Bon made all the other stuff, which I wasn't sure included.

After that, we were going to play the games. We pretty much went to the store and bought any board game that we thought looked fun. Jenga--of course--Monopoly, Life, Clue, Twister, and a bunch of others that I can't remember off the top of my head.

We were going to dance after. Freddy and I would be dancing together, of course, and Baby and Ballora would probably dance together. Foxy would have to dance with Bon-Bon. I know he would protest to that, though. They would probably end up just watching.

I was pulled from my thoughts when I heard screeching tires. I looked over, only to be blinded by headlights. I heard honking, and then . . . nothing. Silence.

° ° ° °

I grunted as I came through, hearing beeping. I squinted, bright lights burning my eyes; they were brighter than the headlights. I was lying on a bed, cables connected to me. I looked to where they led to, seeing a monitor that displayed moving lines and numbers.

"Where am I? What happened?" I croaked, my voice sounding raspy and feeling sore.

"(Y/N)?" a voice gasped.

I looked over, where the voice came from, to see James standing up and approaching the side of the bed. A worried, yet relieved look was on his face.

"Holy shit, I thought you'd never wake up! Are you okay?" he blurted.

"I feel- . . . Wait, what do you mean you thought I'd 'never wake up'?" I scratched the back of my neck nervously.

"You got into an accident," he answered.

"An accident? What are you--" I remembered the screeching tires, the headlights, the honking--" . . . Did I get in a wreck?"

"Yeah. It sent you into a coma, for a few months, now," he told me.

"A coma? Are you for real?"

"Yes. The doctor said you had a traumatic brain injury."

"Brain injury?" I mumbled to myself.

I looked down as I put a hand to my head. I've been in a coma? For a few months? I gasped, my eyes widening as my mind traveled back.

"Where's Freddy?" I worried.

" . . . Freddy? Who's that?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Wha- What are you talking about?" I grunted.

"What are you talking about?" he retorted.

"I'm talking about Funtime Freddy!" I snapped.

"From that company? He's probably somewhere in the old pizzeria. Why do you care, though?"

"Because he's my fiancé," I sassed.

"What? I have no idea what you're talking about," he scoffed.

"I told you about them, James! I told you about him, Bon-Bon, Baby, Foxy, and Ballora!" I barked, my fists tightening in anger as I felt shifting in my hair.

"Calm down, (Y/N)!" James put his hands up defensively.

"I am calm!" I roared.

"A-alright, I- . . . have to get a nurse to come back here. They told me to get them when you woke up." He scuffled back, keeping his body faced towards me.

I watched as he walked around the corner, grunting. He better be pulling my goddamn leg. I sighed, hearing that the heart monitor was beeping fast.

"Yes, she woke up and was talking about things. I don't know what they mean," I heard James talking, making me roll my eyes.

He walked around the corner, followed by a lady dressed in a nurse uniform. She gave me a soft smile upon seeing me.

"Hello, Miss (Y/N). How are you feeling?" she greeted me, walking to the side of my bed.

"Hi, ma'am. I feel fine. My throat's a bit sore, though," I muttered, rubbing my neck.

"Yes, that's from the feeding tube." She nodded.

"Can I go home?" I scratched the back of my neck.

"You're free to leave whenever you would like, but we'd like you to wait a bit before you do, just in case you slip back into an unconscious state," she advised.

"I'd like to leave now, please," I admitted nervously.

"Of course, Miss. It'll take a few minutes to disconnect you," she replied, gesturing to all the cables.

"Do you want to stay at my place for a while?" James offered.

"No. I want to go to the- . . . pizzeria," I mumbled the last part to myself, hoping the nurse didn't hear and think I was crazy.

"See. That's what she's talking about," James pointed out, talking to the nurse. "She said she's engaged to an animatronic."

"It's common for patients that fall into comas to experience lucid, seemingly real, dreams. Some are confused and convinced that they were real. It takes some time for them to realize that it wasn't--some longer than others," the nurse explained.

"But, that can't be true," I croaked, tears filling my eyes. "I loved him. I loved them."

" . . . Do you want to stay with me? I know you don't have anywhere else to go, since you can't afford it. You won't have to pay rent, as long as you help around the house, and with the baby," James offered again, trying to convince me.

"The baby?" I wondered, looking over to him with a bewildered look.

"Yeah. My wife gave birth to her a week ago. Do you want to go see her?" James smiled.

"Sure." I smiled back.

~ ~ ~ ~

"Well, to make a long story short, I got into a car wreck and fell into a coma for a few months," you stammered.

"Then, that means . . . he lied to us," Baby muttered under her breath, her claw lowering as she looked down.

"Who?" you wondered, raising an eyebrow, and she looked up at you.