"Y-you too," you managed to stutter, in reply to the receptionist's "Have a good day."

You dragged your suitcase with you as you walked to the front doors. The doors opened automatically at your presence. You cringed as your suitcase slid across the concrete, and the loose pebbles made for a bumpy ride. The rest had to go back into their plush, and plastic, bodies, but they were still barely able to fit into your suitcase with all your stuff in it.

You unlocked your car as you got to it, and carefully slid your suitcase in the back. You got in the driver's seat, and closed your door. You looked back, about to say that the rest could come out, when it started to unzip—it looked supernatural, with the zipper moving on its own. The front flap was swung open, and the rest jumped out.

"Finally! Fresh air! I could've swore somebody farted in there," Toy Bonnie yelped.

"Toy Bonnie, we're plushies," Mangle pointed out.

"I bet it was Toy Freddy," Toy Chica snickered.

"What?" Toy Freddy snapped.

Toy Chica's laughter was interrupted abruptly as her plushie body fell over. Toy Freddy sneered at her limp body. The rest fell over soon after, and you scrunched your eyebrows. It would be anytime that they showed up in their cute bodies. You waited, but they didn't show up—they were probably messing with you. You rolled your eyes, and started the car, quickly buckling up.

"Hiya, boo!" Toy Bonnie exclaimed from beside the headrest.

"Hey," you said, completely unfazed as you pulled out of the parking lot.

"What? I didn't scare you?" Toy Bonnie protested.

"Nope." You shook your head, as you came to a stop in front of a red light. "Now, all of you buckle up. Toy Freddy, since you're the bigger one, I need you to hold on to the others."

"Oh, okay," Toy Freddy uttered as he sat back against the passenger seat.

"What's wrong, Toy Freddy?" Mangle worried, peeking over the center console.

"Huh? Um, nothing," he mumbled.

Mangle's ears fell back, not completely falling for Toy Freddy's poor facade. Toy Freddy stuck out his paw for Toy Chica, and she jumped into it. He carefully wrapped his fingers around her, holding her in place. Balloon Boy sat beside him. Mangle jumped in Toy Freddy's lap, and he put his hand in front of her.

"Toy Bonnie, get on over there." You gestured for him—the light turned green, and you slowly pulled out.

He hopped beside you, and slid between you and the buckle. "I'm comfy here."

"Mm- Fine," you scoffed, rolling your eyes; you quickly reached over and buckled the rest up.

Other than the rumbling of the engine, the car was silent. You sighed, not really minding it since you had to focus on the road. You glanced over at the clock—it was 8:32 AM.

"I'm sorry, but, where are we going?" Mangle spoke.

"Well, first, we need to go to a gas station," you said, noticing that the fuel gauge showed that the car was almost empty.

"And after that?" she added.

"Mm- I don't know," you mused, signaling to turn.

When the coast was clear, you pulled over into the parking lot of the gas station. You carefully situated the car beside an empty pump, and parked. You took the keys out of the ignition and hooked them on your belt loop. The rest looked out the window curiously, Toy Bonnie hopping up into your lap and standing up.

"Alright, you guys stay in here, I'm gonna go pay for gas," you muttered as you unbuckled.

"Oh, can I come with you?" Toy Bonnie exclaimed.

"Um, I don't think they'll let me bring pets in there," you fretted.

"Oh, please! I can do this." Toy Bonnie crawled into your hoodie pocket, and poked his head out on the other side. "See. I can be all sneaky sneaky."

You chuckled, and said, "Just stay in there."

Toy Bonnie nodded and snuck back in your pocket. You opened the door and stepped outside, closing it back behind you. You strolled towards the doors, all the while kneeing Toy Bonnie with every step you took. It was obvious something was in your pocket, since it hung so low, but there was no way nobody would know you had a bunny stuffed in there.

As you stepped inside, the classic high-pitched "ding-dong" went off. The normal smell of a gas station engulfed you; although you couldn't quite identify the smell, it was nostalgic none the less. You made your way to stand in the small line that lead to the counter.

You felt Toy Bonnie shift in your pocket, and you looked down at him—he had his snout poking out, sniffing the air. You placed your hand in front of him, gesturing for him to go back. The line moved, and you stepped forward. Your eyes widened as you felt Toy Bonnie slip from your pocket.

"Bonbon," you gasped.

Toy Bonnie hopped up to one of the shelves, and you quickly followed after him. He looked back at you and pointed to the candy. You scooped him up and shoved him back in your pocket. You glanced around, hoping nobody saw.

"I told you to stay in there," you hissed.

"I want candy," you heard Toy Bonnie muffle a whine.

You walked up to the counter and smiled nervously at the cashier. They raised an eyebrow at you, glancing down at your pocket and back up at you. You felt your heart pick up its pace, and you bit the inside of your lip.

"Hello." You gulped.

"You know we don't allow animals in here, right?" the cashier mused.

"I know," you replied, wiping your sweaty palms off, on the back of your hoodie.

"Then why do you have a small animal stuffed in your pocket?" they pointed out.

"I was just . . . He was just so . . . He wouldn't." You paused; you had nothing. "I'm sorry, I just need fuel," you pleaded.

"Show me," the cashier said casually.

"I . . . I'm sorry?" you wondered.

"Let me see the animal," they added.

"Oh."

You reached into your pocket, and cupped your hand. Toy Bonnie jumped into your hand, and you carefully pulled him out. You held him up in front of you, and the cashier's eyes lit up.

"Aww, he's so cute!" they squealed, and Toy Bonnie's ears perked up.

You chuckled a sigh, "Yeah."

"Why is he such a light color of blue?" they asked.

"He's just like that," you muttered as Toy Bonnie started to fidget.

"What's his name?"

"Bonbon."

"Oh, he's so small," they squeaked. "Can I pet him?"

"Yeah," you gushed, and Toy Bonnie eagerly held his head out for them.

"What's taking them so long?" Toy Chica groaned impatiently.

"It must be important, whatever it is," Mangle thought aloud.

"Toy Freddy, you can let me go, now," Toy Chica said, squirming in his hand.

"Sorry," Toy Freddy mumbled as he put her down.

"Mm!" Mangle hummed assertively as she pawed at his stomach.

"What?" he asked, looking down at her.

"What's wrong?" Mangle worried.

"Nothing," Toy Freddy insisted.

"Toy Freddy, it can't be 'nothing.' You've been acting strangely. One second, you're fine, and the next, you're all gloomy. You can tell me, I just want to help," Mangle coaxed him, and his ears fell over.

Toy Freddy lowered his head and looked to the side. "It's stupid."

"Nothing's stupid if it's enough to bother you," Toy Chica commented as Mangle looked over at her.

"Yeah." Mangle nodded, looking back up at Toy Freddy.

Toy Freddy looked over at them, and hummed in response. He wanted to say it, but he was afraid they'd laugh. Mangle stood up, resting her front paws on his chest, and tilted her head at him.

"It's okay, just say it," Mangle whispered.

". . . Who am I?" Toy Freddy quavered.

"Why, you're Toy Freddy! The best lead singer Fazbear Entertainment has ever had!" Toy Chica cheered, and Toy Freddy smiled.

"You're our leader," Mangle added.

"Am I? Ever since (Y/N) came, it seems like my role of leader went to her. She's the one everyone goes to when they have a problem, she know's what to do next, and she knows more than me; she even knew about our shapeshifting abilities. Now that I'm not leader, what does that make me? What's my role in this group? Since we're not at the pizzeria anymore, I don't have the 'lead singer role' anymore," Toy Freddy croaked.

"(Y/N) didn't know about the shapeshifting, she had just read it somewhere and suggested that we try it; there was no way she knew that it would work definitely. All our roles from the pizzeria are gone: Toy Bonnie's no longer the lead guitarist, Toy Chica's not the backup singer anymore," Mangle explained.

"Yeah, but, Toy Bonnie's the energetic one, Toy Chica's the perky one, you're the gentle one, Balloon Boy's the shy one, (Y/N)'s the one that know's everything, and I'm-. . . What am I?" Toy Freddy explained.

"You're you!" Toy Chica gushed.

"But, what does that mean?" Toy Freddy asked.

"You'll always be our headman, Toy Freddy. (Y/N) knows about living things, and their needs, which is why we go to her. She's not technically our leader, just a friend that helps us with stuff we don't understand. We'll go to you when we need help with our kind of stuff," Mangle said.

"Okay," Toy Freddy murmured.

"Okay? Do you feel better?" Mangle wondered as she sat back down.

"Yeah." Toy Freddy nodded.

"Tell me, who are you?" Toy Chica babbled.

"Um, Toy Freddy," he muttered.

"No, no, no. Tell me, who you are," Toy Chica demanded.

"I'm Toy Freddy," he grunted, a bit more confidently.

"Yes, but don't just tell me, tell the world," Toy Chica gushed, gesturing with her wings.

"I am Toy Freddy," he spoke up, puffing out his chest.

"Louder!" Toy Chica exclaimed.

"I am Toy Freddy!" he roared.

"Now, calm down," Toy Chica crowed, and Toy Freddy looked down at her. "Who is Toy Freddy?"

"I'm the shoulder for the Toy crew; when my friends need me, I'll be there to help them," Toy Freddy mused, and widened his eyes.

"Yes, exactly," Toy Chica crowed.

"Hello," Balloon Boy said, pointing out the driver side window.

"Oh, there they are," Toy Chica stated, as everyone saw you pass the window.

"I'm cute," Toy Bonnie bragged.

"Yes, now be quiet," you whispered.

You popped open the gas tank lid, and unscrewed the cap. Toy Bonnie watched you as you grabbed the nozzle, pressed a button on the machine, and inserted the nozzle into the car. You squeezed the trigger, pumping out gasoline, and locked it in place.

"Ah, the intoxicating smell of gasoline. Lovely," you sighed.

"Is that what that smell is?" Toy Bonnie wondered.

"Yeah," you murmured, and crossed your arms.

When the pump turned itself off, you took out the nozzle and put it back. You secured the cap back on, and closed the gas tank lid. You opened the car door, and Toy Bonnie hopped in the seat. You gestured Toy Bonnie over, and plopped down in the seat, shutting the door.

"What took you guys so long?" Toy Chica complained.

"The person in there thought I was cute! I got pets!" Toy Bonnie exclaimed.

"What? You got pets? I want pets," Toy Chica whined.

"Where are we going to next?" Mangle wondered as you started up the car.

"First, I need to move out of the way, I'm taking up a pump," you mused, gently moving the car forward and parking in front of the station.

"And then?" Mangle added.

"I guess I can check online for some hotels nearby? I don't know," you muttered, taking your phone out from your pocket.

You hummed questioningly, seeing a notification bubble over your messaging app. As you opened it, you saw that you had a few messages from: Landlord.

"Shit," you gasped aloud.

"Why? What have I said," Toy Bonnie huffed.

"What's wrong, (Y/N)?" Mangle worried.

"I totally forgot to tell my landlord I moved out," you groaned.

You tapped on the conversation, and scrolled up to where it began. The landlord had texted you first, a week ago.

Ms. (Y/N), I've been sending you letters about your lack of pay, but it seems you haven't been reading those. If you don't pay for your rent in the next two weeks, I will have to evict you.

The next a couple days after the first.

I came by to visit you yestereday, but it seemed that you weren't home. Then, I came again today, but you still weren't home. I do require a notice when you go on a vacation or stay at other places.

The last a couple days ago.

Just to inform you, it is mandatory that I get at least a 21 day notice about your permanent departure.

"Landlord? What's that?" Toy Bonnie wondered.

"He's the guy who owns my old apartment. I rented the place, so I have to pay him for it every week. I just forgot to tell him I had moved, so I still owe him for rent," you explained.

"Oh," Toy Bonnie muttered.

"I guess we can go back there. I've still got a bunch of stuff still there," you said.

"We get to see your old place?" Toy Chica squealed.

"We get to stay at my old place," you chuckled.

"Yay!" Toy Chica gushed, jumping up into the air.

Toy Freddy caught her, and held on to her. Toy Chica yelped in discomfort, but quickly calmed down when Toy Freddy huffed. Mangle lay down in his lap, getting comfortable, and Toy Freddy put his hand over her.

"Bonbon?" you observed, looking down at him.

"I'm here," he replied, sliding under the seat belt beside you.

"Mm- I don't know if that's the safest spot for you to go," you murmured.

"I'm fine," he assured you, flashing you a toothy grin.

"O-kay. Toy Freddy- Oh, you're already buckled up," you mused.

Toy Freddy nodded, and you looked back through the back window, backing out of the parking space. You drove back around, and onto the road—after signaling and going when it was safe to do so, of course.

The car was silent, letting your mind easily wander. A thought came to your mind: the animatronics had been in "living" bodies for a few days. In that time, not once have they had to use the restroom, or eat, for that matter.

"(Y/N)!" Toy Chica snapped you out of your thoughts.

"Huh?" You looked over at her.

"Mangle, was trying to get your attention," Toy Chica revealed.

"Oh, sorry. What was it?" you mumbled, and Toy Bonnie snorted

"I was wondering how long it will take to get there?" Mangle inquired.

"10, 15 minutes? Not too long," you informed her.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, I just zoned out," you admitted.

"What? Isn't that dangerous?" Toy Freddy sputtered.

"Zoning out? No, it's-"

"While driving?" Toy Freddy added.

"Oh, no. Absentminded driving," you simply replied.

"What's that?" he muttered.

"Well, I can start daydreaming, and my body will take over driving for me. I don't really have to be paying a lot of attention to drive," you mused.

"Oh, cool!" you heard Toy Bonnie gush.

You looked up, to see him hanging from the rearview mirror. "Toy Bonnie! Get down from there! When'd you get up there, how?"

"How does that work?" Mangle wondered curiously.

"I don't know, I'm not some type of brain scientist. Toy Bonnie, get down, now."

"I am," he grumbled, and let himself drop onto the dashboard—he hopped up in front of you and got ready to jump into your lap.

"No, go over there." You pointed towards the passenger seat. "Where Toy Freddy will make sure you stay still."

"Fine." He rolled his eyes, and you squinted at him.

Toy Bonnie hobbled across the dashboard, and jumped onto the passenger seat. He crawled beside Toy Freddy, and squeezed underneath the seatbelt, between Toy Freddy and the buckle.

"This is it," you sighed as you parked the car and turned off the engine, shoving the keys in your hoodie pocket.

Toy Bonnie hopped onto the dashboard to see the brick building, and shuddered: "This is it?"

"It doesn't look like much on the outside, but it was what I called 'home' for a couple years," you mused as you unbuckled yourself.

"Toy Bonnie, you know not to judge a book by its cover," Mangle scolded him.

"This place doesn't allow animals, either, and it doesn't have a pool, but it's cozy," you murmured.

"No pool?" Toy Chica whined.

"Why are we coming here, then? If it doesn't allow animals?" Toy Freddy wondered.

"Like I said: it's cozy." You shrugged.

"Let's get in there already," Toy Bonnie babbled impatiently.

"You guys may have to do that thing, where nobody can see you," you muttered.

You looked over at them, to see that they were gone: they had already done so. The seatbelt was still buckled, but it wasn't hurting anything, so you left it. You got out of the car, and opened the back door. You muttered under your breath as you gathered up the plushies and shoved them in your suitcase.

After you pulled out your suitcase, and closed the doors, you walked over to your old apartment. You grabbed your keychain, which still had the key to your apartment on it, and unlocked the door. When you stepped in, a smile crept onto your face; the mint paint on the walls was still fading, the couch and coffee table was still against the right wall, and the TV stand—which still had the TV on it, and your console and games in the shelves of it—was still against the left wall in front of you. The kitchen was across the room, part of a counter separated the rooms. There was an opening to the left of the kitchen that connected into the small laundry room, and another opening beside the couch led to the hallway, where the two bedrooms, and bathroom were.

"This is pretty nice," a voice said as you shut the door behind you.

You looked over at the couch, where the voice came from, to see Toy Bonnie and the rest—in their cute baby bodies—already outstretched on the couch.

You smiled. "I knew you'd come around to it."

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