A/N: Why were people screaming in the comments about Phil Gates? PG obviously means Phone Guy, bajesus. He's a man with a strange addiction for phones, I swear he's not mental. Okay now to the story!
Bonnie's POV
Well, day time came finally after Mikey came back and we scared the shit sacks out of him. I watched children come in. Then I saw the two girls walking along side a man. He must be their father. I was honestly starting to think they were homeless girls who bargain people for money or something. What? Don't look at me like that. I know your judging me. Stop it. But anyway the girls and said man sat down at a table. I watched them laugh and smile and stuff. He seemed like a nice guy. Then he pulled out his phone. He probably got a phone call.
Violet's POV
We were just all smiling and laughing then he pulled out his phone. He got a phone call. From his boss. He answered it and stepped aside. Thinking nothing of it, Viola and I started laughing and talking again. He came back to the table after a while.
"It's time we leave." He said and literally dragged us out of the place. He paid Mr Scott and he took us home. I was worried. What's going on? I decided to ask him.
"What's going on? What did your boss say?" I asked. He sighed and said nothing. He brought us home and threw on a coat and walked out the door.
"I-I'm off to work!" He stuttered and left us there, dumbfounded. What the heck just happened? Viola and I decided to plop on the couch and watch TV. We were watching some show of three girls named after stones and crystals and a little boy they work with. It was weird but I enjoyed it, but Viola, not so much. We argued over the remote and wrested a bit before we accidentally turned it to animal channel. We watched in terror as a tiger feasted on a poor animal. We screamed and changed the channel to food network were some guy was screaming at a bunch of cooks. He was british. We changed the channel back to that gem show and watched in in silence.
"When will PG get back?" I asked. She looked at me.
"I don't know." She replied. I sighed and went to our room to do something. I laid in the middle of the floor, staring at the ceiling. Viola soon followed after. She plopped down beside me.
"What should we do?" She asked. I sat up and sighed.
"We could always sneak back to the dancing animals." I replied.
Bonnie's POV
People were coming less and less. I wonder why. The children stopped trying to jump onto the stage and parents awkwardly stared at our eyes and mouths. It was probably the mucus and blood. It's not our faults the people are too lazy to wash us. I sighed quietly and looked around the crowd. I wonder what I should do tonight. I could try to scare Mikey like all the other nights. I guess I could just lay around and not care about it.
After a while the place got closed. Scott left and I heard the door get locked. Then I saw two girls try to open the door. I noticed this. It was the twins. Of course. They lock picked the door and opened it. They closed the door behind them and walked up to the stage. Violet looked at me.
"Why is your fur dirty around the mouth and eyes?" She asked.
"Ummm." I didn't know what to say. She climbed onto the stage and pulled a tissue package out of her pocket. She motioned me to sit down. I did so. The other animatronics looked at me and held in laughs.
"You have to keep your suits clean, if not, people won't come to see you guys anymore. And we don't want that, do we?" She rambled on while she scrubbed off all the gunk on my suit. I can't believe she wasn't puking right now. After she was done cleaning all the blood and mucus, she sprayed something on me.
"There now you look good and smell nice." She said with a smile and the animatronics were so close to laughing. She then looked at the other two.
"Who's next?" She asked and Viola laughed a little. I watched as Violet cautiously walked up to Freddy. He looked down at her and she then quickly passed him and went to Chica. Freddy obviously scared her. She then started cleaning Chica.
"Does it ever get boring dancing for children?" She asked while cleaning up Chica. I laughed a little.
"Of course not! If the children are happy, we're happy!" I lied. She smiled at me.
"Really?" She asked.
"Yep!" I replied and she continued to scrub down Chica. These were.... pretty interesting kids.
