Just Tonight

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Toy Chica looked around. There... weren't any guards. Literally, none. The chair was already covered with a thin line of dust, the tablet laid shut down and untouched on the desk.

But most importantly, a set of keys hung unattended on a hook by the door.

The animatronics gathered in the room, murmuring in confusion about the unattended keys and lack of guards.

"F-Foxy... does this mean we can e-escape?" Mangle's voice was quiet in the back of the room. Toy Chica was the only one who knew how desperately Mangle wanted out of the restaurant... well, her and Foxy, of course.

Foxy, Foxy, Foxy. It was all Mangle ever talked about.

Foxy responded with a nod, and the Marionette lifted the keys from their hook and stood on the desk in his typical dramatic fashion.

"Crew, I know how long we've been in here. We've come to recognize it as home. The outside world seems cold, uninviting. But we all know there's one thing that brings us together, one thing we all enjoy. It's the day we await most eagerly out of the 365- sometimes 366- days of the year. And that, my friends, is Halloween. Think of all the possibilities! Children, candy, and celebration as far as the eye can see! A chance to show off our costumes to the world. And most importantly, a night of freedom. It's only for a few hours. Who's with me?"

The speech elicited a plethora of cheers from the costumed crowd, and they all ran towards the door, following their poltergeist companion.

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