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Another night, another problem to deal with the animatronics. Nothing can go right in the middle of the night. Sometimes even causes of a power outage or damaged walls due to some stupidity. Today was going to be different however.

Toy Bonnie was just chilling in the vent reading some manga. After finding out the vents were big enough to fit in she's made it a personal hiding spot. She was just enjoying her night until she heard a flicker in the office room. Curious enough, she went out to check out what was going on. She sees someone sitting in the office chair. Her ears perked up in high alert as she scans the mysterious figure. But it was non other than Freddy Fazbear.

Oh hey Freddy. She says in a relaxed tone.

Oh... Hey Toy Bonnie. He says, a little alerted.

What are you doing in the office?

Oh, well the chair seemed comfy enough to sit in so I thought why not use this room.

Oh. Well let the others know about that before they think you're the security guard.

Yeah got it.

Nightguard!! Yelled an angry pirate fox. I'm gonna kick your ass!

Toy Bonnie sees Foxy sprinting towards Freddy as fast as he could. He was then stopped by Freddy flashing a bright light at his face.

Ah! My fucking!! Gah! The fox swore.

Why did you charge after Freddy like that? Toy Bonnie asked in shock.

Because he's the nightguard! Foxy pointed at Freddy.

Toy bonnie confusingly looked at Freddy who just shrugged back at her. I think you're having a malfunction.

No! It's just the mask you're seeing! It's messing with your facial scanners! Foxy claimed as he was blinded again. Gah! Damnit! If he's Freddy, why does he keep doing that!?

Well everyone knows about your weakness and he's doing this to make you understand.

Make me understand what?!

Flick...

I'm going to gouge your eyes out!!

What's going on here? Says a big purple bunny entering in.

Foxy quickly turns go him. Bonnie! You can see him right! The nightguard is right there!

...that's Freddy....

Oh gosh damn it! You know what?! Where's Freddy? There can't be a total of 3 Freddy's right? Freddies!

What's up? A plastic Freddy walks in with a bigger normal model of himself.

Look! Now there's 3 Freddie's!

Everyone looked at the 2 original Freddie's and the one sitting on the office chair. ...cool.

Oh my gosh I will slap everyone! Foxy yelled in rage. You know what?! He rips off the Freddy head which somehow turns him into the nightguard.

How the hell?! Everyone in the room was completely shocked. Mostly because if was non other than Jeremy.

How did you get back here?? Bonnie asked in confusion.

Jeremy sigh. Long story short, company is cheap and they knew I wouldn't come back without having my conditions set in place.

And what's that? Asks Foxy, still angry about the light flashing in his eyes. He immediately got his response once Jeremy took out a shotgun and pointed it right at his face. Understandable, have a great day... He zooms out of the room.

Everyone just stares at Jeremy as her aims his shotgun at everyone. They slowly walk out of the office. Toy bonnie walked to her vent and stayed in there to avoid any problems with him.

2 hours later, Bonnie pushed a table down to the office as he doesn't want to be shot by Jeremy as he holds his gun up for defensive action.

Don't shoot! He yells. I'm here make a peace treaty!

Is that crazy fox here?

No...

Bring him here.

Bonnie nodded, but he knew he couldn't do it alone. He went on to get Toy Bonnie, Mangle, and Toy chica.

Why am I here? Asks the plastic chicken.

You're going to distract and keep Jeremy content while we get Foxy. Said Bonnie. Just don't try anything that'll make him shoot you.

Way to put the pressure on me!

The 3 animatronics left to the pirate cove where Foxy was humming to himself.

Hey Foxy, we need you for something. Bonnie says as he taps on his stage for attention.

What is it? Foxy asks as he stays inside his cove.

There's... Uh.... A treasure map we need you to confirm.

In just 5 seconds, the pirate fox came out in full pirate clothing. Let's go! Yaargh!

They headed towards the office to see Toy chica rambling on about some random things as Jeremy was slowly dozing off, nearly dropping his shotgun.

Where's the treasure?! Foxy ran in. This alerted Jeremy as he nearly pulled the trigger. Foxy immediately stopped in his tracks as he nearly had the shotgun touching his face. So... I'm assuming I was lied to about the treasure map.

Yep... Toy bonnie confirmed.

So... You wanted me why? Foxy asks Jeremy.

Apologize. Jeremy stated.

Foxy gave him a confused look. Seriously? That's it? If you ask me, I-

Apologize or else I'm going to blast your head open. Jeremy interrupts him as he shoves the shotgun in his mouth.

Ack! Ugh! Okay! I alolohize! (Apologize) I ah horry! (I am sorry). Foxy choked out. Jeremy pulled it out but still aimed at him. Foxy's response was to run out of there.

Once he did, Jeremy turned to Toy Bonnie. So you're a girl, huh?

Toy bonnie jumped. How did you-?!

Toy chica. He points at the plastic chick.

Toy Bonnie glares at her. ...How much will it cost you go shoot her?

Wait what?! Toy chica shrieked. But you said to distract him and he was interested in it!

Until the end of it... Jeremy pointed out. And you... He points at Mangle. You have a personality problem with glasses now. Why?

Mangle gave him a blank look as she stays silent for 5 seconds. I... Don't know...

Jeremy ponders for a bit then realizes. Hey... I can be everyone's therapist with this gun.

That's a bad idea... Bonnie says.

Well you guys are stuck with me now. So it doesn't matter. Jeremy sits down on the office chair as if it was a throne. So... What's been going on recently?

As mentioned before, the pizzeria always faces a new problem every day. This time it's a whole human who happens to be the security guard holding a dangerous weapon.

As they talked to Jeremy about the recent changes and activity that was going on, one thing was on Toy chicas mind. We need gun control.... She blurted out.

You ain't touching my gun! Jeremy held onto his shotgun.

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