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"That's really bad. Maybe I could get through to them. I've had a lot of experience with getting a young kid to listen to me and not talk about things like their parents having sex multiple times a week with each other." Bonnie said. "You can try but I doubt that you'll get my kids to listen to you. They won't listen to me, Spring, their teachers; anyone who is an authority figure to them. So, good luck with getting them to listen to you." Fredbear said. "Spring Fronnie! Spring Fronnia! Come to uncle Bonnie, please!" Bonnie shouted. The two kids came running out of their rooms and hugged Bonnie and asked, "What do you want?" "I want to talk to you guys about talking about private things in a public setting. Sit down." Bonnie said. The kids obeyed him and sat down. Fredbear stood there, staring at the three of them, amazed that his kids actually were listening to Bonnie.

"So... Here's the thing about talking about private things in a public setting: it embarrasses people. You're dad, after you talked about him and your mom having sex a lot in front of me and Freddy, was really embarrassed. His face was really red and he stuttered the first word he spoke. He also wasn't exactly happy with your inability to listen to him or your mom when they try to explain things like this. It's really bad to talk about private things in public spaces." Bonnie said. "Why's it bad?" Spring Fronnie asked. "Because it could end up getting your mom and dad fired or it could really offend someone if you're not careful about what you say and around whom you say it." Bonnie said. "Like if you say it around us animatronics, it will only embarrass your parents but won't get them fired but if you say it around the manager of the place, then it could get your parents fired and then they might not be able to afford things like food, clean water, clothes, and shetler that you all need in order to survive. Want to become homeless and have to scavenge for food and water and hide under roofs of buildings to keep dry when it rains?" "No, of course not. We also don't want to get our parents fired." Spring Fronnia said. "Then don't talk about private things in public, otherwise you could end up getting your parents fired and become homeless." Bonnie said.

Spring Fronnie and Spring Fronnia looked at each other with a nervous glance. "W-we won't talk about that stuff anymore. At all." Spring Fronnie said. "You can talk about it, but in private, okay? Also, I'm not saying that you definitely will get your parents fired, I'm just saying that it's a possibility, that's all. Actually, with the management that we have here, the most likely thing to happen is not for your parents to get fired but for the management to talk about the times they've had sex. That's what happened to Foxy and Chica when they were talking about Goldie and Springy and how often they have sex with each other." Bonnie said. "Okay, that makes us feel a bit better. We'll see you guys later, okay?" Spring Fronnie said and left with his sister at his heels.

"Thanks for helping with that. They're really hard to get through to. They hate listening to anyone who's older than them by a number of years. Me and Spring aren't that much older than the two of them now. I think that's part of the reason they won't listen to us because they think that they know as much as we do, but they don't." Fredbear said. "That's probably the reason. They listen to me, Freddy, Chica, Foxy, and everyone else in the pizzeria except for BB, JJ, and DD who are all younger than your kids... probably." Bonnie said. "Yeah, they are. They're 12 years old. Our kids are 19 years old, physically. They're 20 years old mentally." Fredbear said. "They act off of their physical age, though." "So they act younger than they truly are, huh?" Bonnie asked. "Yep. Can't stop them, though. If anyone tries, they throw a temper tantrum which is worse than them acting like their physical age." Fredbear said. "That would be worse, yes. Chica's the same way, actually." Bonnie said. "She is?" Fredbear asked. "Yeah. If Chica doesn't get what she wants, she'll go into a fit and run out of the room. She once did that in front of our manager while me, Freddy, and Foxy were all there and trying to have a professional conversation with him. Chica wanted to get more free time during the day and the manager was being stubborn and wouldn't let her, which was bad and he knew it, and she got really upset and threw a chair at him and stormed out of the room. Me, Freddy, and Foxy just looked at each other and then back at our manager. Freddy apologized profusely to the manager. The manager's face was really red, which was hilarious to see. He actually realized that he did the wrong thing and actually put more freetime into our schedules without telling Chica that he did it." Bonnie said.
"Wow. At least the manager did the right thing in the end." Fredbear said. "Yeah. Speaking of the manager, here he comes now. What's up Jackson?" Bonnie said. "Ugh. Don't yell right now, Bonnie. I have a headache. Also, don't call me Jackson. Call me Jack. I prefer that name. I've told you this many times now. Stop." Jack said, putting his fingers on his temples. "Sorry. Hopefully you feel better soon." Bonnie said. "I doubt that I will. I've had this headache since this morning. I took something for it, but it seems to have gotten worse rather than better." Jack said. "Geez. Maybe you should get some rest. You look like you didn't get any sleep last night. That could be part of the reason that your head hurts." Bonnie said. "I can't rest now, Bonnie. I've got paperwork to sort through. I'll be off." Jack said and turned around, then collapsed on the floor out of exhaustion. "Told you you should rest." Bonnie said, scooping him up and bringing him to his room. Bonnie came out 2 minutes later.

"Is he okay?" Spring Bonnie asked. "You're fixed? Also, yes, he's fine, just really tired." Bonnie said. "Yes, I'm fixed. Also, that's good. At least he's now getting some rest." Spring said. "Yeah. He's really stubborn and won't actually rest even when he needs to unless he passes out. Then he stays passed out for 2 or 3 hours, depending on how tired he is at the time." Bonnie said. "Wow. Long time to sleep during the day. How much work does he have to do afterwards?" Spring asked. "Not much, actually. He gets most of his work done at night and that's why he doesn't get much sleep ever." Bonnie said. "That's actually why we're worried about him. He needs his sleep, but he won't put away anything that he's still working on. It's gotten really bad. He's fallen asleep like this in the middle of a meeting with other people from other restaurants before." "Oof. That's rough. I might be able to help him, though. I know how to take care of tasks that a manager has to take care of. I did some manganging back when Fredbear's Family Diner was open and I was the main guy. Now that job's been passed down to Freddy and Jack. Jack must've told Freddy to give him the bulk of the workload because Jack thought that he could handle it, but he actually can't." Spring said.

"Or you could talk to Freddy about it. He'll make it so that the workload is 50-50 between him and Jack. 50% will be Freddy's responsibility and 50% will be Jack's responsibility. Right now, it's 30-70. 30% Freddy's responsibility, 70% Jack's responsibility." Bonnie said. "Or that, yes." Spring said. "Just as a little thing... It won't be easy even for me to convince Jack that giving me some of his workload or having Spring help him with his work is the correct and proper thing to do. He's extremely stubborn and wants to do everything himself. The only reason why he agreed to give me 30% of the work is because he knows that he can't do all of the work he has to do on his own and he needs at least a little bit of help." Freddy said. "Try to convince him for us, please. He really needs to get more sleep." Bonnie said. "I know. And I'll try to convince him because I'm worried for him as well and want him to get more sleep." Freddy said.
They all talked for a couple of hours then Chica came in saying, "Dinner time!" "Time to eat, guys." Freddy said. "But not everyone's here. We're still missing the Phantoms and Springy and Goldie. I know Goldie doesn't like to be around us a lot, but he at least has dinner with us. Springy and the Phantoms are always having dinner with us as well even when they don't hang out with us." Bonnie said. "You're right, Bonnie. Where are they?" Freddy said. "What's taking you two so long? Dinner's going to be cold by the time you guys get in the kitchen at this rate." Chica said. "Springy, Goldie, and the Phantoms aren't here, but they always have dinner with us." Freddy said. "That's really weird, but I think that they are trying to fix a stove at their place, if I remember what Springy texted me earlier correctly. They said they were going to be a little- hey you guys. Dinner's ready. Come eat." Chica said and walked back to the kitchen.

"Huh?" Freddy said and looked behind him. "Oh. Hey you guys. Started to get worried about you." He said when he turned around. "Sorry. Had some difficulties with our stove. Chica kinda broke a pan with too much heat and a piece of it got stuck in a knob. We couldn't turn off the stove, even after we took the piece of pan out of the knob. That's why Goldie was with us. Anyway, we should go get dinner. I'm starving." Phantom Freddy said and teleported into the kitchen. The other Phantoms and Goldie did the same thing. Freddy, Bonnie, and Springy walked into the kitchen.

"So... you guys finally made it to dinner. Took you guys long enough. Couldn't find your way here or something?" Withered Bonnie asked in his sarcastic, sharp, angled tone. "Oh, stop with the rude sarcastic talk, bunny boy. They had some difficulties with their stove. Apparently, Phantom Chica overheated a pan on the stove, causing it to break and a piece got stuck in a knob and they got the piece of pan out of the knob, but still couldn't get the stove to shut off for some weird reason. They called Goldie over there to help them fix it. It's hopefully now fixed, but I don't know that for sure." Freddy said. "Sorry." Withered Bonnie said, dipping his head and eating silently. "You don't need to be sorry Withered Bonnie. We don't mind your attitude. We understand why you're upset about this. We ditched watching a movie with you because of forgetfulness. Now you don't like us all that much. It's fine." Phantom Freddy said.

"It's not really fine, Phantom Freddy. He shouldn't have acted like that, even if he does hate you." Goldie half whispered. "What? I could barely hear you. You need to speak up Goldie if you want anyone to hear you." Phantom Freddy said. "I said that it's not really fine, Phantom Freddy. He shouldn't have acted like that, even if he does hate you." Goldie said, still quietly but not whispering this time. "Oh. Well... about that, Goldie... we're fine with people being rude to us. It's happened to us our whole lives. Everyone has been rude to us, even our parents. Especially mine, as they hated me because of me being gay and transgender." Phantom Freddy said. Then Phantom Freddy blushed and looked around the room. Everyone was staring at him with wide eyes except for Goldie, who already knew about all of that because Phantom Freddy told him about it before.