Back Again

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"Oh, you're awake!"

Caytor blinks, covering his eyes and wincing at so much noise and brightness, overwhelming his senses that he thought he would develop a headache.

"Woah, hey. Shh..." Caytor sucks in a deep breath, hands pressed against his ears until he finally calms down and barely blinks his eyes, wincing at the pain. The shouting wasn't calming down either

But after a few tries, he finally opened his eyes and his eyes widened to see a stage. Monty, Roxanne, Chica, and Freddy performing.

He stares before looking over to see Gregory who smiles at him. "M-Mister Gregory?" he rasps.

"Woah, kid. What did you drink last?" Gregory asks with a frown when the boy spoke but stills when the boy hugs him tightly, crying.

"I don't want to go back. Don't let me go back, please." he begs, crying furiously. Gregory stares before hugging the boy tightly.

"Shhh... Hey, it's okay. Hey, Caytor, look at me." Caytor looks back as the security guard smiles at him gently. "I won't let them take you back. Not after what me and Vanessa found you last." he says.

Caytor blinks slowly. "W-What was I doing last?" he asks.

"You were asleep on the floor. The entire place was practically empty except for the head of the orphanage." Gregory explains.

Caytor looks at the stage for a few, seeing Roxanne spot him and she winks at him. He smiles weakly back.

"Why were you and Miss Vanessa in the orphanage?" he asks.

"We had a bit of business to do there. Don't worry about it, kid. Alright?" Gregory smiles before turning his attention back to the stage. "Seems like the others are finishing their performance. We should get to Bonnie's Bowl before they do, they'll have a crowd." Caytor hums and lets the security guard pick him up, head lolling but wide awake.


"Poor kid." Bonnie murmurs, Caytor finally comes back to see that they were in the diner. The animatronic had just served an elderly patron before turning to hold Caytor up and set him down on his shoulder. "How are you holding up, superstar?" he asks

 Caytor just giggles softly at that, voice weak and laid his head down on top of Bonnie's.

"Mind if we can get a milkshake, Bon?" Gregory asks.

"Of course!" The animatronic smiles, turning around to start preparing the drink. Caytor watched, eyes drooping once more and yawning.

Gregory frowns before checking his watch and looks out of the diner at the loud crowd that's just right outside of Bonnie Bowl.

Looking back, Bonnie had just finished a small milkshake drink and gave it to Caytor who took a few hesitant sips.

"How about a meal as well, Caytor?" Bonnie offers.

"I don't know what to eat. W-What's there?" Caytor asks.

"Anything a diner has! Breakfast like pancakes, waffles, toast, morning toast with orange juice. Brunch, lunch, dinner, desert, and a midnight snack." Bonnie explains, showing Caytor the kitchen to try and help the boy decide, Gregory following right behind and sneakily taking a piece of toast.

Caytor looked around before his eyes zeroed on something that smelled good. "What's that smell?" he whispers, eyes sparkling after being dull for the longest time.

"Ah, you might've smelled the pasta." Bonnie smiles, walking over to the dish and Caytor stares at it.

"Pasta?" Caytor tilts his head.

"Surprisingly." Bonnie nods his head.

"Do you guys make spaghetti?" he suggests.

"Of course, kid." Bonnie smiles. "You lot head on out while I go and make Caytor some food." Bonnie smiles, picking the boy off his shoulder and letting Gregory hold him.

Bringing the boy out from the kitchen, they see as the animatronics went over to them after finally getting the crowd away.

"How's our little dude?" Monty asks, walking over and picking Caytor up, making the boy giggle and wave to the others.

"Tired and hungry." Gregory answers.

"I suppose that Bonnie is making something for you?" Freddy asks.

"That I am!"

Looking up, they see the animatronic return back and place a bowl of spaghetti. Caytor stares before grinning happily and begins eating.

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