You're My Superstar!

Chapter 25: Picnic

     A/N: Sorry, I'm going to be really specific right now. f/c = favorite candy (and it can't have dairy in it or be Starburst) It'll make sense later. Also, I didn't proofread this chapter, sorry if some things are weird.

     Since I uploaded Ballora's code, I was constantly working on her. Her code seemed fine and perfectly usable, she just needed a body.

     After making my own design of Ballora, I'd spent an entire two weeks trying to take apart and put endos back together, because all of them had animal ears and claws, none of which Ballora needed since she was more humanoid than the others.

     Speaking of the others, even though I tried my hardest to keep them from finding out about Ballora, they kept coming close. My idea was to make it a surprise for them, but at that rate I might as well have just loudly announced on the P.A. that I was making a seventh glamrock animatronic.

     After making what I believed to be an acceptable endoskeleton, I had to take a break. Not just because I didn't have casing, but because both Ballora and Freddy had insisted that I rest.

     Freddy didn't know what I was doing (as far as I could tell), but what he did know was that I was driving myself crazy over this project.

     The day after finishing Ballora's endoskeleton, I fell asleep at the Pizzaplex by accident. I was slumped over in my chair in Parts and Service, and when I woke up I was on the couch in Freddy's room.

     "Huh?" I said groggily as I struggled to sit up.

     "Y/N?" I heard Freddy say. He stepped out of his charging station and squatted down in front of the couch.

     "Freddy, what am I doing here?"

     "You fell asleep in Parts and Service," he told me, "I'm sorry if this made you uncomfortable. It's just that I was worried that you would not rest well in the position you were in, and I thought you would be a lot more comfortable if you slept in here. If that's not the case, I won't do it again, I promise-"

     "No, it's fine, Freddy. That was really thoughtful of you. What time is it?"

     "..."

     "Freddy?"

     "It's 11:34," he replied quietly.

     "What?!" I shrieked, leaping off of the couch, "Freddy, why didn't you wake me up? I'm late! I-I need to clock in, and... and do my job! Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my-"

     "No! Y/N, the Pizzaplex is not open today."

     I stopped. "... What?"

     "The company detected a virus in the system. They sent you an email asking you to be here, so we covered for you. They think you're working on us right now."

     "But what if they check the cameras?"

     "They won't. As far as they know, we cannot lie. It's okay."

     I sighed, "Thank goodness. Wait, am I able to leave?"

     "If you would like. The doors are open because they know you and Dave are here, as well as the daytime security guard."

     "Oh... Well, I think I'll stay. I do have work to do after all."

     "No," Freddy said firmly, "Y/N, you've been... you've been tiring yourself out over the past few weeks. You're working on something, and you haven't been taking care of yourself."