Working through the long night paid off in the end, sure. But when you got home, all you could think about was sleep. Just sleep. You only got a few hours of rest before your mother came to wake you up for breakfast before work.

"Ehh, (Y/n)? Are you feeling alright?" Your mother puts her hand on top of yours.

Your eyes slowly blink like a cats before your head falls forward and tumbles into your soggy cereal. As the milk spills into your nose, you snort up more while flinging your head back up from the bowl. Going into a coughing fit, you pound on your chest. All your mother did was try to contain her chuckles and go to grab a wash cloth for you.

"It burns!" You yell out, standing up from your chair at the table. Not like it would help.

When your mother comes back, all she does is roll her eyes and starts to wipe the milk off your face and even makes you blow your nose like a tiny child. You push her arm away and grumble about how you could have done it yourself. Just because you act like a child doesn't mean you are one. Most of the time.

"I could have done that myself, Mama." You pick up your bowl and head over to the sink.

"We wouldn't have this problem if you hadn't fell asleep. Which by the way, did you get any sleep last night?" She leans her elbows on the tabletop, rag still clutched into her palm.

"Obviously not. I couldn't sleep last night due to the... nightmares I kept having." You bite your tongue, setting the bowl down in the sink. It was kind of like a nightmare.

"You usually come and crawl into the bed with me and your father. Why didn't you last night?"

Because you weren't exactly home like you should have been.

"I need to grow up sometime, Mama. I can't stay little forever. Anyway, I need to get to work."

Lying like a child. How pathetic.

You skip up to her side and press a short, guilty kiss to her cheek before grabbing up your keys, phone, and bravery. She waves you bye as you run out of the front door with dark circles under your eyes and a tired smile plastered to your face.

***

"Mike!" You cheer, running over to greet him with a skip in your step.

Despite staying up all night and running from deadly animatronics, Mike seemed to be in better shape than anyone at the establishment. His hair held wavy curls and his brown eyes almost lit up at seeing that, hey, you weren't dead. He still had on that junky looking guards uniform but he somehow made it look good.

"Man, you look like crap, (Y/n)." The hurtful words roll off his tongue and bounce into your ears.

"Thanks. How do you manage to not look tired?" You roll your eyes with a hint of sarcasm lacing through your tone.

"I've been doing this for years. It doesn't bother me." He shrugs his shoulders like it was nothing.

"CC, could use some help!" One of your co-waitresses yells out to you from across the room. You could barely hear her voice through the ocean of screaming kids.

A heavy sigh passes through your lips at the nickname that had caught on between your co-workers. Mike was the only one that used your real name properly. He was also the only one that showed any kindness towards you. If you were going to be honest with yourself, Mike was a friend to you before Foxy was. Heck, he was your first real friend in general. Sometimes you do question if he is your friend or just pretending to be. He's a hard person to read.

You spend the rest of the day doing everything you did the other two days for work. Serving bratty kids, suffering through immature parents that weren't satisfied with anything, eyes watching your back every time you turned to go and grab more pizza from the kitchen. For a split second, it seemed everyone was content with themselves. Kids were all in their seats, looking up at the stage with goofy smiles. Parents hadn't hassled you about anything for a pretty good bit of time, and your co-workers weren't nagging at you to go get more pizza for the kids.

You take a moment to sit down and rest yourself. You pull a red leather chair from under the table and plop yourself down with a huff, sweating beading down the sides of your face. Moving the hair sticking to your face from the sweat with your wrapped up forefinger, your eyes trail up to the stage and connect with Bonnie's red glass ones. All the color drains from your face and you look away, trying to forgot the memory of him looking into the office last night.

"CC, get in here and help us with this." One of your co-workers demands you over to the kitchen.

You resist the urge to growl and refuse to help, getting up from your chair and pulling your feet over to the kitchen area. You pass by the left part of the stage where Bonnie played his guitar. Being curious like all the other times you looked up at the stage and didn't want to. Seeing him up close and not trying to kill you, he wasn't bad looking. Probably could use some more new purple paint to cover up the dents and old scraped off paint. It also looked like one of his Bunny ears was crooked. Pursing your lips and knowing he could hear you, you whisper something over to him.

"Psst, I noticed you look a little beat up. I'll fix you up after my shift ends." Then you scramble into the kitchen before he can even look over at you.

Freddy like that you were so friendly with his backup and neither did Chica. But what could they do? Move out of place and try to kill you then and there? No, it didn't work like that.

It was only a matter of time before you won their nonexistent hearts like you had won Foxy's the moment he heard your voice.

***

"Mike, I need purple paint!" You burst into Mike's office and screech at the top of your lungs.

After your shift had ended and everyone was forced out of the doors, you intended to keep your promise and fix up Bonnie. Thing is, where was the stuff you needed to do so? Go to the person you trust the person most around here. Mike.

Mike who was spinning around in his chair, flinches and falls out of his chair when the door busts open. He picks himself up and dusts himself off with furrowed eyebrows.

"Why on earth do you need purple paint?"

"I promised to fix up Bonnie. He's looking a little run down." You cross your arms behind your back and sway from side to side.

"You huh? Do you not remember last night when he tried getting into the office?" Mike takes off his hat and ruffles his hair, still staring you in the eyes.

"How could I forget? But while I'm fixing him up, he can't get me. Please? Just because they're bad doesn't mean we can't be nice in return!" You clasp your hands together and plead with puppy eyes.

"... Fine. I'll help you." Mike mumbles with a pink tinting his cheeks like the other day.

"R-really?! Thank you!" You cheer with red cheeks, unable to keep in your happiness.

"Yeah yeah. I'll go get the paint, but it's really old. We haven't repainted any of the guys in awhile. They could probably use a good tuning up." Mike goes to leave the room but you stop him by grabbing the sleeve of his uniform.

"C-could we fix all of them up?"

Mike sighs and nods his head before leaving the room after you release his uniform sleeve. You can't help but smile and race out of the room. Mike watches you head for the hallway and rolls his eyes, knowing exactly where you were heading. He didn't like the fact you had attached yourself to something so useless but he was afraid to tell you the truth. That would mean he would never see you at work again, and it would also crush your heart.

"I'm going to see Foxy while you drag everything out. Call for me when you're done!" You chirp, running down the hallway.

He was probably going to be powered down but seeing him was good enough for you. Maybe the rules didn't apply to Foxy and he could move around before twelve? You turn into Pirates Cove and run for the curtains. Before you can head onto the stage, you come to a stop and stare up at the curtains that were now shredded and torn up at the bottom. Slices and cuts lingered over every part of fabric that the eye could see. When you left, they were all perfectly fine. A little dusty but that was about it. The "Out of Order" sign had disappeared, too. Through the large slices in the curtains, you could see Foxy standing in his regular spot, powered down just like you predicted.

"Foxy, are you okay?" You rush onto the stage and over to your furry friend.

You don't get any reaction. Your heart almost leaps out of your chest realizing that he many more scratches and the tip of his hook at been bend the other way it was intended. His eyepatch that was flipped up was now flipped down over one of his eyes. What had happened while you were gone? No matter how much work it would take, you needed answers. You place your hands onto Foxy's chest and stare up at his face with worry swimming around in your eyes.

"Foxy, wake up. I need to talk with you."

You didn't need to raise your voice but your emotions were going to get the best of you one way or another. Just when you thought he would never wake, his one uncovered eye flickers then brightly glows through the dark. You take a few steps back as he adjusts the top half of his body upwards and tries to wake himself up.

"What happened to you? Are you okay?" You manage to get out with a shaky voice, nearly on the brink of breaking down for him. You couldn't stand seeing him worse than he already was.

"J-just a l-little tussle wi-th t' b-boss man." He admits with the tilt of his head.

"F-Freddy? But I thought they went back to their posts after six. What a load of sh-"

"No n-need te cu-ss." He stops you before you can finish your sentence.

The sadness that overwhelmed you is now replaced with pure anger. You clench your hands into tight fists and spin around, marching out of the room. Your cheeks blazed fire truck red and your knuckles had turned pure white. Your marching was so loud that Mike could have thought it was one of the animatronics.

"Freddy, when I get my hands you-!" You shriek, marching into the main room.

As you're marching through the main room, the back of your waitress uniform is grabbed and you get dragged back to Pirates Cove. The mechanical rubbing and whirs let you know Foxy was the one pulling you back. Mike takes a second to stop rummaging around in the closet and peek through the door to see you steaming and Foxy casually dragging you back down the hallway. He blinks once before shrugging and going back to look for the paint you had requested.

"Let me at him! Let me at him!" You shout, struggling against the hand holding you back.

"Y-ye need te c-calm down, L-lassie." Foxy shushes you and pulls you back onto the Pirates Cove stage.

"Why should I? Look at you! It... it looks like it hurts." You force him to let go of the back of your shirt, still slightly steaming. You can practically feel the steam coming out of your ears.

"I-I c-can't feel a t-thing. I may b-be sad 'bout me h-hook." He looks down at his hook that had been bent backwards.

"I'll fix everything. The curtains, your hook, I'll even fix the slash in your chest." You look down in shame, knowing you were the one that got him into this mess.

"D-don't ye worry 'bout m-me. W-worry 'bout that L-Lad, Bonnie." Foxy bends down on one knee, trying to comforting you by rubbing your back.

"Bonnie?" You look up to meet his eye, a little flabbergasted.

"Aye. H-he s-stuck out for m-me when F-Freddy lost his c-cool."

You blow the hair from your face, the urge of fussing at Freddy still racing through your veins. Man, if you could chew him out, you so would. Unfortunately, that make his hate for you greater. If Foxy hadn't stopped you, who knows what would have happened. But now you have to deal with the fact that Bonnie may not be as bad as you thought he was.

"Why did Freddy come after you? Mike said that they never bothered you. If this is my fault I'll never forgive myself." You press a hand to your right temple, eyelids slipping closed to cover up your glossy eyes.

"H-he doesn't l-like ye. Said t-that t-takin' up for y-ye was against t' r-r-rules."

"But that means Bonnie wasn't just taking up for you. He was also taking up for me." You press your lips together in a faint smile.

"B-Bonnie st-icks up f-for t' people w-who deserve it. Like y-ye." Foxy pats the top of your head, ruffling around your hair into a mess.

You keep quiet, enjoying the feeling of having more than three 'people' care about you. Mike was technically a person, these guys aren't. It didn't matter to you. The feeling was new and you absolutely adored it. With a moment of comfortable silence, you speak up whilst fixing your hair the way you had it.

"Can I still fuss at Freddy? And Chica for not standing up for you?"

"N-no."

"I'm going to do it."

***

Mike sets down the paint buckets on the stage, every color placed neatly in front of the correct robot. Bonnie got the purple paint and the box of tools, and so on. Foxy didn't feel comfortable with you being around Freddy with just Bonnie and Mike so he decided to tag along. Everyone had left the building anyway, and it was only ten. Plenty of time to paint, fix, and yell.

While Mike is spreading out newspapers on the stage so paint doesn't get on it, you force Foxy to bend down so you can inspect him. He goes to swipe away your hand but you growl and he lets out a glitched sigh. You turn his head and narrow your eyes on his eyepatch.

"I'm lifting up your eyepatch." You reach out and flip it up before he can complain.

What you didn't expect to find was a broken glass eye. It was completely smashed in. Even the glow it once had has vanished. You didn't know how you were going to fix that. No one has spare glass eyes laying around for you to grab up, and you're definitely not giving him a googly-eye. Not happening.

"He even broke your eye." You whisper, turning your head back to glare at Freddy.

"I-I be fine, Lass." He tries to ease your nerves, feeling your hands shake on the side of his metal face.

Mike finally finishes putting down paper and you let go of Foxy's face, giving him a smile and heading over to paint Bonnie. Stepping onto the stage, you feel all eyes pile on you. Every blue, purple, and red one. Mike notices your discomfort and chuckles to himself.

"What's wrong, (Y/n)? Getting cold feet?"

You shoot him a deadly glare which only makes his chuckling turn into laughs.

"Shut up, Mike. Just paint Chica. I'll get Bonnie and Freddy." You snap at him. You only get a smile from him.

"Whatever you say~." He sings, grabbing up his paintbrush.

You pick up your paintbrush laying next to the paint can and dip in your paintbrush into the purple substance. You weren't going to paint Bonnie completely, just touch him up. Cover the blemishes. It doesn't take you long to get him looking good again. The only thing you had left to fix was his crooked ear that leaned to the side a bit too far. You set down your paint brush and take a wrench and screwdriver from the tool box. All you need to do is tighten some bolts and screw some things tighter.

"Foxy, mind giving me a lift?" You hop off the stage and climb onto a table.

"I-is that a g-good ide-a?" He walks over from him little corner.

"We're about to find out!" You cheer, climbing onto his back and shimmying up to his shoulders. Once you sit down, all you can do is grasp the tools tightly in your palm and cling to Foxy's head.

He walks you over to Bonnie and you're able to get your hands on his ear. It takes you no time to fix his ear to make it lined it with the other. Loosening some bolts, tightening some screws. You're not usually good with that kind of stuff but this time you did a good job. Mike just shakes his head at the two of you, going back to painting Chica.

"We had a ladder, you know." He pipes up.

"This is much better!" You cuddle your arms around Foxy's head.

"R-ready te g-get off?"

"Fine," you whine, getting off his shoulders as he bends down to the floor.

Now it was time to paint Freddy. Oh joy. You get up on stage again and pick up the paintbrush to paint the bear. Foxy stayed right behind you, arms crossed. Before you start to clean up Freddy, you lift up your foot and swing it forward. The front of your shoe makes contact with his leg and all that is heard is a big metal clunk. Mike lifts his head with wide eyes, staring at you with fear.

"I suggest you leave Foxy alone, stupid bear. I also suggest you leave Bonnie alone. If you don't, I can have you taken apart. How does that sound? Keep your hands to yourself or I swear you will be the one worrying about me and not the other way around."

In an instant, his vibrant blue eyes switch to black eyes with pure white irises. You can't deny that it sent shivers up your spine. With the words you wanted to spill being out in the open, you go to painting with a smile. Mike stares at you with his jaw dropped to the floor. Foxy and Bonnie found themselves to be a little taken back.

Now it's four vs two. You had two animatronics on your side. All you need is two more.

Let's just see how long they can hold out on your childish charm.

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Word count: 3,297

Songs listened to while writing this chapter:

I Got No Time - The Living Tombstone
Break My Mind - DAgames
Survive The Night
Stay Calm