"Hey, Bonbo-"

"Please, before you say anything, l-let me just tell you what happened! I know I promised nothing like that would happen again, but that guy was a bad guy! As soon as he walked in, I recognized him as a criminal. When I stepped off the stage, I just wanted to make sure he didn't hurt anyone. I-I wouldn't have sprinted at him, if it weren't for the fact that he started to pull a gun out from underneath his jacket. I-I-I understand if you're mad at me-"

"I'm not mad at you," you chimed in.

"Oh, I'm so sor- Huh?" he questioned as his ears perked up and he looked up at you.

"I'm not mad at you, Bonbon," you chuckled.

". . . Really?" he wondered, and the animatronics behind him looked at you questioningly.

"Of course not. You only did what you did to protect everyone. It wouldn't be your fault if the media talked us out of business," you sighed, and Toy Bonnie's ears fell back to his sides.

"Shouldn't they understand that we protected them? Even Balloon Boy, here, tried to do something," Toy Freddy avowed.

"Even Mangle, the one that was the cause of all the talk, did something to help," Toy Chica added, and then widened her eyes, looking over at Mangle. "No offense."

"None taken," Mangle replied.

"I would think so. I hope that if that reporter writes something good, that it'd be taken into account," you said as you looked out the front doors; you saw a car pass down the street, and you furrowed your eyebrows. "Maybe we should move into one of the Party Rooms."

The animatronics started towards the Main Hall, and you followed them. They walked around the corner, and Balloon Boy headed inside the Parts/Service Room. You paused, as the rest of the animatronics walked into Party Room 4. A few seconds later, Toy Bonnie's head popped out of the Party Room, to look at you. He stepped out into the hall and walked up to you.
 
"Hey, you coming with us?" Toy Bonnie wondered as he put a hand on your shoulder, and you quickly looked over at him.

"Oh, yeah," you replied, and then looked back at the door of the Parts/Service Room. "You said before that the old animatronics are in there?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Do you think they remember me?"

"I don't know. (Y/N), you've been so busy the past few days, that I haven't been able to hang out with you after your day shift. You're not going to waste the rest of your time in there with them, are you?" he complained.

"No, I just want to go see them," you mumbled.

"How about I stand by the door and keep an ear out for you?" he suggested.

"Uhm-"

"That was a rhetorical question," he interrupted you as he walked past you.

He stood beside the door, leaning against the wall. You stepped in front of the door, it was left open a crack. You looked over at Toy Bonnie, and his ears fell back in anticipation. You slowly pushed the door open, casting your shadow as part of the room was lit up. What caught your attention the most, was a faceless animatronic sitting against the wall across from you. You squinted your eyes at it, and recognized it to be Bonnie, from the old pizzeria; there were multiple holes in him, and he seemed to be missing his left arm.

You looked around, and saw the old Chica sitting to your left; her jaw was unhinged, she was missing both her hands, and she had holes in her like Bonnie did. Freddy was to your right, laying over on the floor; he didn't look much different from when the old pizzeria was open, other than his creepily blank stare, and the holes in his body. You heard Balloon Boy giggle from the darkness, and you cringed. You slid your hand up the wall, searching for the light switch. When you found it, you flipped on the lights and blinked a few times.

"Ahoy, (Y-Y/N)," Foxy said from the other side of the room.
 
"Hey, Foxy," you replied, looking over at him; the dollies, full of chairs, were set against the far right wall.

You looked over and saw two red dots lit up in Bonnie's head. You scrunched your eyebrows in fear, and he leaned forward, looking up at you. Your eyes widened as Freddy sat up and looked up at you as well. You smiled nervously at him, glancing over at Foxy and Balloon Boy, then back to him.

"Is this the security guard you've been-been talking about?" Freddy spoke with a deep rough voice, and a chill ran up your spine.

"Aye," Foxy confirmed.

"What's so-so special a-bout her, that made-ade those imbecile 'toys' th-th-think to trust her?" Bonnie insisted, and Balloon Boy glared at him; you looked at him in disappointment, he seemed to be nothing like he was before.

"Why n-not? I think she's cute," Chica commented as she stood up.

" 'Attractiveness' does-doesn't matter," he grumbled, standing up as well.

"It doesn't matter why they tr-trusted her. Since they've already blindly told-old her our secrets, we should tr-ust her as well," Freddy snapped as he stood up with them; they were all much taller than you.

"I used to go to the old pizzeria a lot," you spoke, and the crew looked over at you; you looked up at Bonnie. "I-I know it's been a long time, but, do you happen to remember me?"

". . . No, I d-don't," Bonnie replied.

"I-I'm (Y/N) (Y/L/N). You always let me play with your guitar," you tried to remind him.

"You may-may have come b-y before we had-ad gained our own th-thoughts," he mentioned.

"O-oh. So, my whole childhood is full of memories of someone who doesn't even remember me? Y-you don't remember all the times we spent together?" you quavered, trying to keep yourself from crying; Bonnie shook his head.

"I'm s-sorry," he said.

"Oh-oh no, i-it's okay. It was nice meeting you guys again," you gushed as the corners of your lips quivered.

You quickly turned around and grabbed the doorknob, closing the door behind you. You looked towards the floor and walked down the Main Hall, hearing Toy Bonnie following close behind. Your vision blurred up, and you quickly walked around the corner.

"What just happened?" Toy Bonnie wondered in confusion.

You ignored his question as you hopped on the stage. You quickly pulled the hatch up and walked down the steps, Toy Bonnie followed you. Tears started to roll down your cheeks and you bit your lip as you shut your eyes tightly. You pushed into the employees' lounge, and shuffled towards the couch. You sat down and tucked your knees into your chest. You buried your face, and Toy Bonnie sat beside you.

"Boo? What's wrong?" he worried as his ears fell down.

You didn't want to say anything, as you knew your voice would shake. Your lungs started to burn as you tried to keep quiet, and a small whimper escaped from your throat. Toy Bonnie put his hand on your back comfortingly, and you breathed in deeply. You started to sob as tears streamed down your face, feeling like you couldn't get enough air in you. Toy Bonnie nudged you towards him, and you leaned into him.

"It's okay," he whispered as you stuffed your face in your hands; he wrapped his other arm around you and hugged you tightly.

"He- He doesn't-" you stopped yourself, and tried to steady your breathing.

"We can talk here in a few minutes," Toy Bonnie comforted you.

You hugged Toy Bonnie's side as you closed your eyes, occasionally hiccuping for air. Your eyes felt puffy, and you leaned up as your face started to feel warm. Toy Bonnie's grip on you loosened, and he looked down at you warmly.

"Are you okay?" he said softly.

"Bonnie doesn't remember me," you said quickly, hoping not to start crying again.

"It's okay. That was a long time ago," he murmured.

"No, I mean, he literally has no memories of me. I went to the pizzeria before those spirits possessed the animatronics," you said; when your lips started to quiver, you clenched your jaw and furrowed your eyebrows.

"Those rusty animatronics are in the past," Toy Bonnie scoffed, and glanced over at you, you looked up at him. "You've got me now."

"But, my whole childhood revolved-"

"In the past," he interrupted you, and you furrowed your eyebrows at him. "The word 'childhood' is just a metaphor for things you liked when you were a child. You've still got that child in you, boo. You can make 'childhood' memories with me and the new animatronics."

". . . I guess you're right," you sighed, and smiled up at him.

"Of course I am." He snorted, and you glared at him.

"You're being incredibly rude right now," you grumbled.

"You're mad at me, aren't you?" he sneered, and then looked at you questioningly.

"Do you want me to be mad at you?" you sassed.

"Well, if I get you mad at me enough, you wouldn't be crying because of the old animatronics anymore. I'd prefer you be mad at me, than to be sad because of something I can't prevent," he confessed, and you smiled at him warmly; his ears fell by the sides of his head as he blushed sheepishly.

"Hey, (Y/N)," you heard a voice whisper, and you opened your eyes, to see Scott kneeled in front of you; you pushed yourself up from the couch, and he quickly stood up and took a step back. "Sorry, but you've been asleep for quiet a while. I've been keeping the employees from coming in here and disturbing you, for the past few hours."

"What time is it?" you mumbled as you wiped the crust from your eyes.

"It's almost 12 PM," he replied.

"Oh man, I've been asleep since 10 last night," you sighed as you pushed the blanket off you; Toy Bonnie must've gotten your pillows and blanket out for you after you had fallen asleep.

"You must have been exhausted," Scott assured you.

"Hey, if you don't mind keeping an eye on the place for a few? I'm gonna go to a nearby gym and take a shower," you told him.

"Of course," he said.

"I'll probably wash my clothes at a laundromat, too," you added.

"Okay, um, I'm gonna get back up there," he said as he started towards the doors.

"See ya," you waved to him as he stepped into the kitchen.

You stretched as you stood up, before kneeling down and pulling your suitcase out from beneath the couch. You rolled up the blanket and grabbed the pillows, stuffing them into the suitcase. You pulled out a black drawstring bag, and put your hygienic products in it, as well as a dark grey shirt and black skinny jeans to change into. You hadn't packed any detergent, so you hoped to get some off someone at the laundromat.

You tossed the bag over your shoulder and slipped your arms behind the strings. You quickly grabbed your wallet and stuffed it in your pocket, before sliding the suitcase back under the couch. You leaned over and reached under the couch for the Walmart bag. You pulled it out and opened it; you grabbed your pants and took out your phone and earbuds. You put them into your pockets and put the pants back in the bag. You stood up and headed for the doors, going through the kitchen.

You pushed the hatch up some and stepped out onto the Show Stage, carefully closing it behind you. You walked to the edge of the stage, hopping off, and headed towards the front doors. Someone called out your name and you looked back, to see Scott waving you goodbye. You waved back as you pushed one of the doors open, and you stepped outside. You shivered, feeling that it was around 20 degrees cooler outside than it was in the pizzeria. You started across the parking lot and then down the sidewalk. Although you didn't know where a gym was, you knew you'd find it if you were to look.

You walked down the sidewalk, heading back to the pizzeria. On your way from the gym, you had saw a shirt in the window of one of the stores, and you thought Toy Bonnie would love it; it was a black shirt with the word "BOO-tiful" on it, and a blushing ghost below it. You put it, along with the rest of your clean clothes, in your drawstring bag; luckily, at the laundromat, you found a kind woman that let you use some of her detergent. In the hour and a half that it took to wash and dry your clothes, your hair had already dried.

You paused, seeing that the parking lot to the pizzeria was almost full. You quickly walked across it and to the front doors. When you stepped inside, your eyes widened; the place was packed. You looked over, the animatronics weren't on the Show Stage. You looked around for Scott, and when you spotted him, you quickly walked up to him.

"Why aren't the animatronics on stage?" you wondered, and Scott turned around to look at you.

"Sorry, (Y/N), but the customers kept asking to see them. So, I decided to just let them walk around," Scott replied sheepishly.

"What's with all the people?" you added.

"Well, I don't know for sure, but one of the customers said that it was because one of the latest 'stories' about the place," he replied.

". . . Oh?" you uttered, and someone waved at Scott

"I gotta get back to work," he gushed, and walked off.

"Excuse me ma'am, do you know where the animatronics are?" a lady asked, holding a little boy's hand, who you supposed was her son.

"Uhm, they're probably in one of the Party Rooms," you said, and she nodded, before starting off towards the Main Hall; you stopped her. "Could I ask you a quick question?"

"Oh, sure," she babbled, looking down at her son, who was getting antsy.

"What's with all the fuss?" you wondered.

"Have you not read the article from that one reporter, or his blog?" she mentioned.

"Um, no," you muttered.

"You should, really," she added, before her and her son walked away; you folded your lips in and furrowed your eyebrows, getting nothing from her.

You locked the doors and waved Scott goodbye, before turning back towards the dining area. The animatronics were already standing behind you, practically bouncing out of their nonexistent socks.

"Did you see how many people were here?" Toy Chica cheered.

"They like me, (Y/N)! They really like me!" Mangle exclaimed, and you chuckled at her choice of words.

"The kids thought my bullet wounds were cool," Toy Bonnie crowed.

"Someone should be over sometime tonight to cover them," you told him.

"Oh, I think I want to stay like this," he bragged as he looked at you smugly.

"You're getting fixed," you growled, and he crossed his arms as his tail flicked.

"What'd we do differently, that made so many people come?" Toy Freddy wondered.

"Apparently, that reporter that was here yesterday, wrote a story on us, and it was really popular," you replied.

"Why don't you find this story? And you can read it to us," Mangle suggested.

You nodded and followed the animatronics to one of the tables. You took out your phone and unlocked it, pulling up safari and searching "Freddy Fazbear's Pizza." You searched through the news, and looked for a headline that could've been helpful.

" 'What started off as a small interview, ended with a night to remember'? That looks promising," you muttered.

"What does it say?" Toy Bonnie wondered, from beside you.

"O-kay. 'A group of animatronics, unlikely heroes, saved the day. There may be other articles on what supposedly happened at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, but mine is the truth,' " you started.

"Ooh, guys, we're 'unlikely heroes,' " Toy Chica mentioned cheerfully.

" 'On my blog, you'll find all the details, as well as the interview with the "manager" herself. When what seemed to be an ordinary man, walked into the pizzeria, one of the animatronics, "Toy Bonnie," jumped off stage-' "

"Oh! That's me," Toy Bonnie blurted, and you glared over at him.

"Okay then," you huffed, and then began again, " 'Once the man started to pull out a gun, the animatronic ran at him, and ended up getting shot. The animatronic let out a loud shriek; which seemed to warn the others, as they started off the stage; and jumped at the man, pinning him on the ground. The "Toy Chica" character grabbed the gun from him, and "Toy Freddy" pulled him up and held his hands against his back. While this happened, the small "Balloon Boy" animatronic was standing in front of the employees and customers, seeming to be trying to protect them from getting shot.' "

"I grabbed the gun from him," Toy Chica squealed as Balloon Boy giggled at the mention of his name.

" 'That was when the police had barged in, and cuffed the man. They took him outside, where the "manager" headed. I followed her, attempting to get a chance to talk with her. I ended up overhearing from an officer that she was talking to, that the man was a criminal on the run, and that the "Toy Foxy" character; the one that was the reason Freddy Fazbear's Pizza was given so much negative feedback; had called them and, using morse code, told them that there were gunshots.' "

"I did do that," Mangle gasped, and you looked up at her in annoyance.

" 'In conclusion, those animatronics are far from bad. They're programmed to serve and protect, and nothing less. You can read on my blog, that even the accident with the man and the "Toy Foxy" animatronic, was just a misunderstanding. An accident.' "

"We're made to 'serve and protect,' " Toy Bonnie snickered, and you rolled your eyes playfully.

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