You hopped off the stage as the animatronics got in their places; you assumed that they had put the chairs up while you were asleep, as they weren't at the tables anymore. You walked to the front doors, to see Scott's great timing. His eyes widened in surprise, and he waved at you from the other side of the doors. You took the keys out of your pocket, and unlocked the doors, opening one for him.

"Good morning, (Y/N)," he greeted you as he walked inside, and you stuffed the keys back in your pocket.

"Morning," you replied, making sure the door closed behind him as he walked past you.

"So, what's the plan for today?" he wondered, and you turned to him, shrugging.

"I guess we do the same thing as yesterday, and just hope we happen to get more customers in." You sighed, looking towards the floor; a Walmart bag in Scott's hand caught your attention. "What's that?"

"Um, this is your uniform," he said, holding it up in acknowledgement.

"Oh, thanks," you replied as he handed it to you.

"You can go on in one of the bathrooms and change," he told you, and you nodded.

You turned around and walked into the Main Hall. You looked over at the signs, and pushed the door to the girls' restroom open. It was just like a regular public restroom, with stalls and a couple counters of sinks. You quickly changed, not bothering to go into one of the stalls. There was a black belt in the bag, so you slipped it around your waist. You picked up your clothes and put it into the plastic bag.

You walked out of the bathroom as you tucked your grey shirt into your slick black jeans: your shirt had the Freddy Fazbear logo on the left side of your chest. You walked out of the Main Hall, glancing over at the animatronics. Toy Bonnie's eyes dilated as his ears fell to the side, and you smiled. He quickly looked away as his ears returned back up.

A few days passed and nothing had changed: you would work from 10 AM to 9 PM, although not having to do much, as barely anyone came in; at the end of the day you would close up, being too tired to hang out with the animatronics, and end up going to sleep; and in the morning, you would greet Scott, set up all the chairs, straighten up some, before going through the rest of the day like the day before.

You sighed as you looked around the pizzeria, being disappointed at the business, yet again. It was 7 PM, almost the end of the day. You sat on the edge of the stage, and lifted one of your legs up as you leaned against the wall. The animatronics had just finished their performance, despite the fact that it was pointless. You looked up at the animatronics in thought, and Toy Bonnie moved his eyes to look over at you. You pushed yourself up and walked in front of him.

"What's wrong?" he wondered quietly, as you pretended to check on his jaw.

"You know what's wrong. My stupid confidence clouded my thoughts, and I bet practically all my money that I could keep this pizzeria in good business," you grumbled, and Toy Bonnie's ears fell back.

"I swear, if you something bad about yourself again, I'm going to break your arm," he hissed, and you chuckled.

"I don't know what I'm going to do." You sighed, and his ears rose back into place.

"Just keep doing what you're doing. Sooner or later something should happen," he tried to assure you.

"Hopefully nothing bad," you added.

"Excuse me," a voice said behind you, Toy Bonnie's eyes quickly stared ahead.

"Huh?" you wondered as you looked behind you, to see a man standing in front of the stage.

"You're the manager, right?" he asked, and you hopped off the stage beside him.

"Yes," you replied, raising an eyebrow questioningly.

"I was told to come speak with you. I was asking about the accident that happened a few days ago, with the man having to be rushed to the hospital because one of your animatronics had bit him," he mentioned, and you sighed.

"That's exactly what it was, an accident. And they're not my animatronics," you told him, and he brought out a notepad and pen from his pocket.

"Could I ask you a few questions?" he started, and you scoffed.

"You're a reporter, aren't you?" you grumbled.

"Yes," he told you, and you sighed as you pinched the bridge of your nose.

"Look, if you don't rephrase what I say, or perceive the pizzeria as a horrible place no matter what I say, like the rest of the fu-" you stopped yourself as you looked over, making sure no children had heard you, and you slowly started again, "Like the rest of the media would, I'll tell you everything you want to know."

"I only write what I hear," he replied, and you nodded.

"Okay. What did you want to ask me?" you wondered.

"Why don't we take a seat?" he suggested, gesturing towards one of the tables.

"We can sit on the Show Stage here," you told him, and he looked up at the animatronics cautiously.

"Are you sure?" he worried.

"Yeah, we can sit on the edge, and you can lean against the wall if you'd like," you assured him as you stepped to the side.

"Okay then," he muttered as he walked past you and sat down; he scooted against the wall, and you sat in front of him.

"Alright," you said, indicating for him to start.

"Before I start to ask about the incident, I would like to ask you: why'd you come to work here in the first place?" he wondered.

"Well, my friend was taking the night shift, and he started to get anxious around the animatronics; he gets scared easily. Anyways, he ended up calling me to pick him up, and I took his spot. Um, the animatronics had reminded me of the old pizzeria, where I used to go to when I was a child, and I started working for the nostalgia," you explained, and he scribbled down notes as you spoke.

"How'd you get the position for manager? Was it hard work, or something else?" he asked.

"Actually, I'm not really the manager. I'm just taking charge of the place for a while. Probably not for much longer though," you trailed off.

"You're not the manager?" he wondered.

"No. Um, when I heard that the pizzeria was going to shut down at the end of this year, I was heartbroken. I had one of the other employees contact the manager, and he met me here to talk. I ended up bargaining with him: if I kept the pizzeria in good business by the time it's supposed to close, I could keep it open myself."

"And how's that working out for you?"

"Pfft, I'm starting to regret it," you scoffed.

"Why's that?" he wondered, quickly scribbling in his notepad, and looking back up at you.

"Well, the business hasn't been doing pretty good. I think people are afraid to come in," you mumbled as you traced on the floor of the Show Stage.

"That brings me to my next question: what exactly happened that day, with the man and Toy Foxy?" he asked.

"Okay . . . The animatronics are tied into a criminal database, so they are built to pretty much protect the customers. As well, of course, to entertain them. We believe that their facial recognition was tampered with, causing them to become cautious around any adult. Anyways, there was a little girl in Kids' Cove with that man, I don't know for sure what he was doing, but he grabbed her. Ma- I mean, Toy Foxy had reacted, thinking that the man was trying to kidnap the girl, or hurt her, and she ended up biting him," you told him.

"Do you have any ideas why she thought he was trying to kidnap her?" he wondered.

"Have you heard about the missing kids report?"

"Yes."

"Well, we believe that the man that had kidnapped the children, tampered with the animatronics," you explained.

"Okay," he said as he wrote on his notepad.

". . . Are there any more questions?" you wondered, and he looked up at you, widening his eyes.

"What's that animatronic doing?" he worried as he pointed behind you.

You looked back, to see Toy Bonnie hop off the stage. You quickly stood up, watching him. He slowly walked towards a man, and you widened your eyes. A few people gasped as they noticed the animatronic moving towards them. You quickly walked up behind Toy Bonnie, and he dropped his guitar, sprinting at the man.

"No!" you yelled as you reached for him.

A loud noise made you yelp and cover your ears. The pizzeria was filled with screaming as you realized that what you heard was a gunshot. Toy Bonnie paused, before starting towards the man again. He shot him, and Toy Bonnie let out an ear piercing shriek, before he leaped at him. He pinned the man down, getting shot a couple more times, before the man ran out of bullets.

After realizing that you were frozen in shock, you jumped towards Toy Bonnie. You walked up to him as the man struggled to escape. You put your hand on Toy Bonnie's shoulder, and he looked back at you with narrowed eyes. His pupils expanded when he realized that you were beside him, and his grip on the man loosened some.

You looked over towards the Game Area, where Balloon Boy was standing in front of the customers and employees, doing his best to keep them out of line of fire. The man's gun clicked as he finished reloading it, and Toy Bonnie quickly looked down at him. He pointed it at him, but a yellow animatronic hand gripped it. You and the man looked up, to see Toy Chica staring at the man. He pulled the trigger, hitting Toy Bonnie once again. He pointed it at Toy Chica and pulled the trigger, but nothing came out. Toy Chica's grip on the slide kept it from cycling.

She stepped on the man's bicep as she pulled the gun from his hand, and he let out a quick yelp of pain. Toy Chica pulled the slide back, disposing of the last bullet. She pointed the gun down and lifted her foot off the man. Toy Freddy stepped beside you, and you stepped aside. Toy Bonnie carefully stood up, pulling the man up with him, giving Toy Freddy the chance to grab the man's arms and pull them behind him.

Your attention was caught when the front doors burst open. A few policeman walked in, holding guns. They cautiously walked forward, keeping their aim on the animatronics. One of the men stepped forward, putting his gun in his holster as he walked up to Toy Freddy. The man in his hands tried to struggle from his grasp. The officer took out his handcuffs and, being cautious of Toy Freddy, cuffed the man. Toy Freddy let go of him and he was roughly pulled towards the front doors. You looked over at Toy Bonnie and furrowed your eyebrows, seeing that he had a few holes in his body. His ears dropped by his sides, getting the impression that you were mad at him.

You walked past Toy Bonnie and the rest, heading towards the policemen as they walked out. When you got to the front doors, you glanced back at Toy Bonnie; when your eyes met, he looked at the floor and started towards the Show Stage, with the rest of them. A policeman passed you as you stepped outside, and you looked around to see a few police cars. You suddenly realized the slight humming in your ears, from being so close to the gunfire. You looked for an officer to talk to, as the one that passed you had headed back in the pizzeria, and started to talk to the customers and employees inside.

"Excuse me, ma'am," you said as you tapped a uniformed woman on the shoulder.

"Yes?" she wondered as she turned around to look at you.

"Um, how'd you guys know?" you asked.

"I'm sorry?" she questioned.

"How'd you guys get here so fast?"

"Well, we're not too far away," she told you, gesturing down the street.

"Who called you guys? I mean, everything happened so fast. I don't think one of the employees or customers had the chance to do so," you replied.

"Well, we supposedly got a call from one of the animatronics here at the pizzeria, the 'Toy Foxy' one to be exact. It didn't really talk to us, which wasn't expected from it. It communicated with us using morse code, and if it weren't for the fact that the operater they called was fluent in it, we probably wouldn't have been here so soon," she explained, and you nodded. "It's a good thing it called. Turns out, that guy they cuffed was on the run."

"Really? Why would he come to this pizzeria, though?" you wondered.

"Honestly, he was probably going to hold the customers and employees hostage, and demand for a ransom. I wouldn't tell anyone that, though."

"Oh."

"Well, I should get going," she said as she looked behind you. "Have a good day."

"You too," you replied as you watched her walk past you and towards a group of officers.

"Did she say that Toy Foxy had contacted them using morse code?" a familiar voice asked.

You looked over, to see the reporter standing beside you with a notepad and pencil. You scoffed as you rolled your eyes and walked past him, back towards the front doors of the pizzeria. You paused when you noticed a bunch of people leaving, and you raised an eyebrow. The sun was only starting to set, it wasn't time to close the place for the night. The reporter stepped in front of you, and you jumped.

"That was amazing back there, with those animatronics reacting like that. How'd that one know that that guy was a criminal?" he questioned.

"Facial recognition," you bluntly told him, furrowing your eyebrows in annoyance as he scribbled it down.

"And, how when you put your hand on his shoulder, he seemed to 'calm down?' How'd you do that?"

"The animatronics know me well. I work with them all day and night."

"Are you saying all the animatronics are-"

"Look, sir, I really don't feel like talking right now." You sighed. "Sorry."

You walked past him and into the pizzeria. The place was empty, other than Scott folding up chairs and setting them in a dolly. Scott looked up at you as you walked up to him.

"Where'd everyone go?" you wondered.

"One of the police officers told everyone to go home; that way they could rest. I also told the employees to go home and relax, and you and I would clean the place up. Of course, that's only if you feel like it. If not, I could do it myself," he trailed off.

"No. No, I'm fine," you assured him as you grabbed a chair and folded it, setting it in the dolly alongside the others; the two of you continued to put the chairs up.

". . . Um, I know you probably don't want to talk about it, but-"

"I don't, really," you mumbled, interrupting him.

"Oh. Okay . . . Are you sure?" he asked, and you sighed.

"This incident was the last thing that could have helped us. By tomorrow morning, we'll probably have everyone on our asses for it," you blurted.

". . . Maybe they'll think of it in a good way. Not the shooting part, I mean. Um, but, the part where the animatronics had gotten off stage and 'saved the day,' " he replied, and you paused in thought, before continuing with the chairs.

"I don't know," you sighed, recalling the reporter talking with you outside.

When the two of you finished at the tables near the Show Stage, you pushed the dolly over to the Game Area tables, and started on them. Seeing as the dolly was getting full, Scott walked off towards the Main Hall; you assumed he was getting another dolly. You looked over at Balloon Boy, and he returned your gaze. A few seconds later, Scott walked into the dining area, pulling a dolly with him.

"What were you doing outside, if I may ask?" Scott wondered as he pushed the dolly to the Game Area; you pushed the other one to the side.

"I was going to ask one of the officers how they got here so fast. Turns out, Mangle had called them when she heard gunfire, and told them what was happening using morse code."

"Oh."

The two of you finished putting the chairs up, in silence. He rolled the dollies back through the Main Hall, although you didn't know where to for sure. You stepped up onto the Show Stage as Scott got back into the dining area. You looked at the bullet holes in Toy Bonnie's chest, and sighed; his ears twitched.

"Well, um, I'll leave you to work with the animatronics," Scott said, and you turned around to him, jumping off the stage in front of him.

"Okay then," you said, walking with him to the front doors. "Um, Toy Bonnie seems to have a lot of bullet holes in him. What should I do about that?"

"Well, we usually use parts from the old animatronics, but I don't think you could use anything from them with that extensive of damage," Scott muttered.

"Then what should I do?" you wondered.

"I could have another employee fix him tomorrow night, um, if you'd like," he suggested.

"Yeah, that sounds fine."

". . . Hey, um, did you happen to get shot? Or is that just the smell of smoke on you?" he asked.

"Oh, no, I didn't get shot. Um, and there wasn't any smoke," you said, and pulled at your collar, quickly sniffing the inside of your shirt; it suddenly hit you that you hadn't taken a shower in over a week.

"O-oh," he stuttered as he scratched the back of his neck. ". . . Uhm, may I ask you something before I leave? It doesn't have anything to do about today."

"Sure," you uttered nervously.

"One of the employees had found a suitcase under the couch in the employee lounge, and it didn't belong to any of the other employees. Um, and, everytime I get here, you always seem to already be here. I was just wondering, have you been staying here at the pizzeria?"

"Uhm . . ."

"Do you not have anywhere else to go?" he worried.

"Oh no, it's not that," you assured him.

"What is it, then?" he asked.

"It's nothing, really. I just . . . I don't really have to pay rent here at the pizzeria. That may sound bad, but I do make sure to 'pay' in labor," you added.

"If you'd like, you could stay with me," he suggested, and you looked towards the floor.

". . . I'm fine, really. I could move out if I wanted to," you told him.

"O-. . . Okay. But, if you need anything, don't hesitate to call me."

"I will."

". . . Anyways, good night," he said as he pushed one of the doors open.

"See you tomorrow," you murmured as he stepped outside.

You closed the door behind him, and watched him walk up to his car. It was already dark outside, and the streetlights were on. Scott took out his keys, and unlocked the door. Before he sat in the driver's seat, he waved to you, and you waved back. He started his car, backed up, and drove out of the parking lot, down the road. You heard footsteps behind you, and you looked back to see Toy Bonnie shuffling towards you. His ears were by his sides, and he was hunched over bashfully; the rest of the animatronics were behind him.

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