Not Just A Toy(COMPLETE)

Chapter 13- A New Addition

*Toy Bonnie's POV*

I drag the limp form of Withered Bonnie back into the Parts and Services room. Withered Freddy and Withered Chica are already in there. I push Withered Bonnie into the room and close the door. I walk to the security office and take a chain and padlock out of one of the drawers. There's also the key to the padlock in the drawer, but I leave it. I have no idea why they're in the security office, but I'm glad. I walk back to the Parts and Services room and wind the chain around the door knob and a loop attached to the wall. I slide the padlock through the end links of the chain and lock it. I try to pull the door open. The chains rattle, but the door doesn't open. I turn around, and see Toy Freddy standing there. I jump, startled.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." He says apologetically.

"No, it's okay." I say.

"I just want to make sure that those fuckers stay in there and don't ever get out."

"Me too. I'm just glad that (Y/N) wasn't here when it happened."

"That's adorable. You two are adorable."

"Don't tell me you're turning into Mangle and Toy Chica!"

"Um, oops."

"Damn you, Toy Freddy!"

*Time Skip*

Foxy emerges from Kid's Cove a few hours later. He looks a lot better; the tears in his suit have been repaired, and his ear has been fixed, too. He looks a lot better.

*Mangle's POV*

I have to admit that Foxy looks pretty great with his suit completely fixed. But I wonder if he's gonna stay in the main area or if he's gonna stay in Kid's Cove with me.

"Hey, Bon." I call, jogging over to Toy Bonnie.

"Yeah?" He asks.

"Do you if Foxy's gonna stay in the main area with you guys or with me in Kid's Cove?"

"Um, no. Why? Do you want him to stay with you?"

"Um...yeah."

Toy Bonnie smirks mischievously.

"What do you need him for?" The rabbit wiggles his eyebrows.

"Company, ya perv." I sneer.

"Suuuuure. Just get to know him a little bit better before you fuck him. You don't want to fuck a stranger."

Toy Bonnie walks away, leaving me scrambling to come up with a witty comeback. But I can't think of one.