You yawned, stretching your arms above your head. Toy Bonnie's ears twitched as he looked over at you. "Are you sleepy, already?"

"Yeah. I don't usually wake up at six o'clock in the morning!" You glared at Toy Freddy.

"Well, if I hadn't've woken you up, you would've kept procrastinating on your bills," Toy Freddy defended himself, crossing his arms accusingly.

"Whatever," you mumbled, rubbing your eyes.

"Let's play games!" Toy Chica blurted, startling you.

"Huh? Wha- What kind of games?" You wondered.

"The Xbox games. Since we have imposable thumbs now," Toy Chica suggested.

"Opposable," you corrected her. "But, yeah, sure. What would you guys want to play?"

"What all is there?" Mangle asked.

"Do you guys want to play Left 4 Dead?" You smirked at them.

"No!" Everyone but Balloon Boy yelped, and you laughed.

"I'm kidding. Go ahead and sit on the couch. Hmm . . ." You looked through your game collection as the rest sat down. "What about Minecraft?"

"Does it have zombies in it?" Mangle questioned.

"Well, yeah-"

"No!" Toy Bonnie interrupted you.

"But, they're block-"

"(Y/N), we are not playing anything with zombies in it. In fact, nothing scary," Toy Freddy instructed.

You grunted, rolling your eyes. "Why don't we just watch some movies?"

"Aww," Toy Chica whined.

"What kind of movie?" Toy Freddy raised an eyebrow.

"I'll let you guys choose. I'll pull up Netflix or something, and you guys can look through what it has."

You grabbed the remote off the counter and walked up to the rest. Mangle and Toy Chica were cuddled up against the right arm, Toy Freddy sat in the middle, Balloon Boy sat by Toy Freddy's feet, and Toy Bonnie sat against the left arm. You kneeled down and sat at Toy Bonnie's feet, turning on the TV.

"What are you doing?" Toy Bonnie huffed.

"Turning on Netflix," you said questioningly, wondering why he sounded upset.

"No, I mean- Hmph!"

You gasped as Toy Bonnie pulled you up into his lap. You looked back at him with wide eyes. "What are you doing?"

"I'm giving you a seat." Toy Bonnie flashed a toothy grin. "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

You blushed, looking away as he nuzzled his face into your back. "Okay, uhm . . . Who wants to man the remote?"

"I'll take it."

You handed it over to Toy Freddy. "Just point the end at the TV and use the buttons to select something."

"What do I select?"

"Just, whatever catches your eye."

"Ooh, what about that one!" Toy Chica suggested abruptly, startling Mangle.

"(Y/N)?" Toy Freddy looked over at you.

"Hm?" You looked up. "Oh, I guess. It's not scary, if that's what you're wondering."

‏‏‎
You looked at the time on your phone: only 3:46 PM. You groaned, rubbing your eyes. You were struggling to stay awake. You laid your head on Toy Bonnie's shoulder. He widened his eyes, blushing as he looked down at you. Maybe if you rested your eyes for a bit, it'd help some. You curled up against him, closing your eyes. He looked away, wrapping his arms around you.

"Aww!" Mangle and Toy Chica giggled to each other.

"Shhh!" Toy Bonnie hissed.

You chuckled. Toy Bonnie blushed brighter, looking over at you. You peeked an eye open, smirking. He lifted you up as he stood from the couch. You widened your eyes, looking towards the floor as your grip on him tightened.

You looked up at him. "What are you doing?"

"I'm taking you to bed," Toy Bonnie told you.

"But, it's only 3:46."

He shook his head, walking past the others. "You're tired."

"Mm- Whatever." You rubbed your eyes.

Toy Bonnie nudged your bedroom door open with his foot. He shuffled over to the bed and carefully set you down. You shifted, getting comfortable. He crawled over you, onto the bed beside you. You looked over at him questioningly. He lay down, resting his head on the other pillow.

He pulled you towards him. "Wha-"

You rolled your eyes and blushed as he cuddled up to you. You sighed, closing your eyes. You soon drifted off to sleep, as Toy Bonnie spooned you.

‏‏‎
"(Y/N)," someone cooed into your ear.

"Hm?" You woke up groggily, peeling your eyes open.

"Wake up, boo." You heard Toy Bonnie snort.

You smiled. "What time is it?"

"Around seven. Do you usually sleep this long?"

"Mm- Uhhh . . ."

You decided not to answer him. You rolled over onto your back, reaching into your pocket for your phone. Upon feeling nothing, you searched your other pockets. Still nothing. You looked over on the bedside table, but it wasn't there either. You looked over at Toy Bonnie with wide eyes.

"Where's my phone?" you asked him.

"Oh, I think Toy Chica and Mangle still have it," he replied.

"Still? Why did they have it in the first place?" You raised an eyebrow.

"I don't know." He shrugged.

"Where are they?" you yawned, sitting up and stretching.

"In the other bedroom."

You slid off the bed, stretching out your legs. You pushed yourself up and shuffled to the door. Toy Bonnie followed close behind you. You walked across the hall and slowly opened the door to the other room, poking your head in. Toy Chica and Mangle were cuddled up together on the bed, with Balloon Boy at their feet. You sighed. They looked so peaceful, and cute, that you couldn't disturb them.

You quietly shut the door and walked down the hall. You could hear loud snoring coming from the living room. You looked around the corner, where Toy Freddy was lying on the couch, asleep.

"Poor guy," you mumbled.

"Good morning, (Y/N)," Mangle's voice said from behind you.

"Hm?" You turned around.

"Good morning, (Y/N)!" Toy Chica exclaimed, looking over Mangle's shoulder and smiling.

"Morning, guys. I didn't wake you, did I?" you worried.

"Well . . ."

"Sorry. I tried my best not to." You rubbed your eyes.

"It doesn't take much to wake us. Don't worry, dear," Mangle assured you, and you smiled.

"Yeah," Toy Freddy grunted.

"My bad." You rolled your eyes, shuffling around the kitchen counter. "Hey, wait a minute! Mangle, Toy Chica, where's my phone?"

"Oh, here!" Toy Chica giggled, handing it over to you.

"Why did you guys have my phone?" You unlocked it, where it opened up to the camera app; there were tons of photos of Mangle and Toy Chica, taking selfies. "Oh. Nevermind."

"Hey, when are you going out to buy us clothing?" Toy Freddy sat up, leaning against the arm of the chair.

"I'll probably have to go to a thrift store and get you clothes there." You opened the fridge and looked through the shelves.

"That doesn't answer my question," Toy Freddy sassed.

You huffed, glaring back at him, to which he looked back lazily. "Well, the thrift stores around here open at nine, and it's only . . . seven?"

"Yeah." Toy Bonnie nodded.

"Yeah. They all open at seven- I mean, nine. They all open at nine." You shook your head as Toy Bonnie snorted.

"What do we do in the meantime?" Toy Freddy asked.

"I don't know. Watch TV, play games, eat something? I don't know. Do whatever you guys want, as long as you don't break anything, and don't make a mess."

You grabbed a bowl from one of the cupboards and then a spoon from a drawer. You fixed yourself a bowl of cereal, as the others watched you. You looked at them as you walked over and sat on the couch.

"What? What do you guys want?"

"Nothing." Toy Bonnie looked to the rest.

You sat on the couch against the other arm. Toy Bonnie sat close to you, and Toy Chica and Mangle sat on the other side of him. You grabbed the remote off the table and turned the TV on. You tossed it over to Toy Freddy, who almost dropped it. He raised an eyebrow, looking over at you.

"Turn to something," you said through a mouthful of cereal.

"As long as you don't procrastinate on this too," Toy Freddy grumbled.

You swallowed roughly, glaring over at him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing."

‏‏‎
"Alright, I'm about to go. Please don't make a mess, and please don't get hurt. Just stay here in the living room and watch TV. You can call me if you're bored, or need something."

"Bye bye, (Y/N)!" Toy Chica exclaimed.

"Bye, guys!"

You opened the door, to be greeted by a cold gust of wind. You gasped, shutting the door. From the second the door was open, you could see snow covering almost everything. You looked back at the rest with wide eyes.

"What?" Toy Bonnie tilted his head.

"There's snow outside," you whispered, slowly slipping your phone out of your pocket.

"Snow? Let's go play in it!" Toy Chica cheered.

"Don't tell me . . ." You looked at the date on your phone: February. "Son of a bitch."

"(Y/N)!" Toy Bonnie snapped.

"It was May just a few days ago. Now it's February, OF 2019!" you shrieked, running your hands through your hair.

"Hey, now we can celebrate Valentine's Day, Easter, and April Fool's Day," Mangle pointed out.

"I give up," you sighed, dragging your hands down your face. "Whatever."

"Where you going?" Toy Freddy wondered, seeing that you were now walking towards the hallway.

"I have to get a coat . . . or something."

‏‏‎
"What'd you get us?" Toy Chica tried to peek at all the bags you were carrying.

"Well, I tried to get you things that suited you guys. Um . . . I got you some pink shorts, yellow legwarmers, orange sneakers, and I had a white crop top be spray painted to match your bib. Uh- I got Toy Freddy a brown sweatshirt with a white collar, black dress pants, and brown loafers. I got Mangle white pants, a pink and white striped shirt—which also has a pocket on the hip—and pink and white sneakers. Then, I got Toy Bonnie some cuffed, acid washed jeans, a blue striped shirt with white cuffs and a collar, and black and white checkered Vans. Oh, I also got you guys some fuzzy pajamas. I got Pikachu pajamas for Toy Chica, blue and tan colored pajamas with a cartoon bear head on it for Toy Freddy, pink and white polka dot pajamas for Mangle, Sesame Street pajamas for Balloon Boy, and then for Toy Bonnie—I couldn't actually find any fuzzy two pieces with bunnies on them, so I got him a blue bunny onesie. I hope you guys don't mind."

"You got me Pikachu pajamas!" Toy Chica squealed.

"Yeah," you laughed. "Go ahead and try them on. Toy Chica, you can change in the laundry room; Mangle, yours and Toy Chica's bedroom; Toy Freddy, the bathroom; and Toy Bonnie, my room. Balloon Boy doesn't really have to change, since he's already in his clothes."

You handed everyone their bags of clothing, and they all went to their assigned room. Balloon Boy looked up at you, and you looked back at him. You ruffled his hat, making him giggle, and you laughed.

‏‏‎
"Alright, you guys can come on out!" you called out to the rest.

Toy Chica quickly jumped out of the laundry room to show off her outfit, smiling widely. She had short, blonde hair, pulled back in a ponytail. Mangle walked out of the hall, looking down at her outfit; she had white, shoulder length, anime-looking hair, with a piece separated in the center. Toy Freddy followed close behind her, with curly brown hair. Then Toy Bonnie, who had blue hair, swept to the side.

"How do you guys like your clothes?" you asked.

"I love it!" Toy Chica gushed.

"It's comfy," Mangle told you.

"Yeah, mine too," Toy Freddy commented.

"I look good, don't I?" Toy Bonnie bragged, walking up next to you.

"You look cute," you chuckled, poking his shoulder.

He frowned and crossed his arms. "I'm not cute."