-Freddy found himself on the stage, against the cold floor. He could tell it had been a long time... Bonnie and Chica were chatting near him.
Chica: KFC?
Bonnie: No KFC! You can't tell anyone, okay, Chica? You're the only one I can trust around here!
Chica: CHICA! KFC!
Bonnie: Fine...
-Bonnie tossed Chica a piece of KFC. She caught it in mid-air and ate it. Bonnie leaned down and pet her.
Bonnie: Goooood, Chica, goooood.
-Chica purred. Bonnie glanced over at Freddy.
Bonnie: Good morning, Freddles!
Freddy: Don't call me that.
Bonnie: Rise and shine, Freddles!
Freddy: What did I just say, Bonnie?
Bonnie: Wakie, wakie, eggs and bakey, Freddles!
-Freddy mentally facepalmed. He slowly got up from the ground. He wanted to slap Bonnie so hard. Out of nowhere, two Freddies appeared on his shoulders.
Angel Freddy: Don't slap Bonnie! This will end bad!
Devil Freddy: Nyheheheh. Slap him! Get yo anger out, boy!
Angel Freddy: Don't listen to him! You remember the incident, right? Plus, the security guard is coming soon! It's the day after the day you got concussed!
Freddy: I guess you're right...
Devil Freddy: Now, now. Listen up, Freddy! You've bottled this up for way too long! Get out your anger!
-Devil Freddy sounded devilish, which wasn't so surprising.
Angel Freddy: Well—
-Angel Freddy cut himself off.
Angel Freddy: Actually, go with what he said. He's right.
Freddy: Ummmm...
Devil Freddy: Yeah! Hit 'em like a piñata, baby!
-The Freddies disappeared with a POOF! Freddy looked around for Bonnie, but he was gone. However, Chica was still there. She was looking up at him like you would if the moon was about to crash into the Earth.
Chica: KKKKKKKFC?
Freddy: No, Chica. No KFC.
-Freddy looked at his watch. It took him a second to realize that he didn't have one. Unfortunately, he had to use the ancient clock on the wall. The short hand was a little after 11, and the longer hand was just before the 10. 10:11? 11:10? AM? PM? He could tell it was PM, because it was dark outside, but he would need to check an actual clock first. Either way, it was late. And if Angel Freddy was right, then...
Freddy: The security guard! He's coming today! To-tonight!
-He wanted to share his plan with Foxy like he had in his so-called "dream". No— not wanted— needed. He needed to share his plan. He practically flew over to Foxy's cove and ripped over the curtain.
Foxy: AHHH!! What happened to knocking??!?!
-Foxy wasn't the only one in his cove. He looked over at the figure to his right. Taylor... Swift..?
Foxy: Freddy, I can explain! Honey, get out the ol' fashioned way.
-Taylor Swift shrugged and picked open a trapdoor. She had a bright blue dress on, but he was focused on her gaze. She wouldn't take his eyes off of him. And neither would he. She went into the trapdoor the same way a burglar would creep into a child's bedroom. She closed it behind her. Freddy opened his mouth to say something, but Foxy cut him off.
Foxy: Look, Freddy, I can explain, all right?
Freddy: WHAT. IS A CELEBRITY. DOING. IN THE PIZZERIA?!?!?!
Foxy: Well...
-Freddy's eyes welled up, although he was robot and he couldn't cry.
Freddy: I thought we had something special!
Foxy: What?
-Freddy took the best-friend pin that Foxy had accidentally shoved into Freddy's skin while they were trying to brush Chica's teeth. However, it was in its intended place. He practically squeezed in it his hand.
Foxy: Dude, she's not my best friend! She's my girlfriend!
-That just made things fifty-five million times weirder. No, fifty-six. A laugh caught in Freddy's words.
Freddy: You're telling me. Taylor Swift. Is your girlfriend.
-He said it like it wasn't a question.
Foxy: Yeah.
-Freddy laughed. Unbelievable.
Foxy: Do you need anything?
-Freddy had forgotten what he came for. The plan.
Freddy: Okay. My plan, for the security guard, is—
-A key wiggled in the lock of the door near them.
Freddy: Fatootle monkeys! Get in your positions!
-Foxy, alarmed, stood up straight and closed his curtain. Chica was already on the stage taking a nap. Something was missing... Bonnie. He was probably in the security office playing Agar.io or FNaF Sister Location. He started to run towards the office, but he heard the sound of the key lodging into the lock correctly, and he backed up. It was too late for Bonnie. He ran to his place on the stage.
Chica: KFC..?
Freddy: Chica, not now. Chicaaa. Quieeett.
Chica: CHICA! CHICA QUIET!
-They came in. The light blocked out his paper-plate topped head. This time, instead of brown underwear, his underwear was purple. Was it just the lighting? Probably. He went over to the security office where he had gone last time. He hoped the best for Bonnie. Although he hated him.
Chica: CHICA POUNCE!!!
-Freddy was startled. Her springs made a loud CLICK! as they thrusted her across the stage. She ran towards the kitchen.
Freddy: Chica, no!
-He tried to grab her, but he missed by a long shot. She sprinted into the kitchen.
Freddy: Seriously? Ughhhhhh.
-He slowly approached the kitchen. Chica couldn't be running around while there was a guard here! He looked into the kitchen, to see Chica in the middle, just staring at the ceiling.
Freddy: Chiiiicaaaaa? KFC..?
-Chica didn't answer. The air felt dense and flat and the silence pierced his ears. He could hear the vents humming. Suddenly, Chica galloped away. Right past him. Freddy stumbled, almost falling, but he caught himself on the doorway. She ran towards one of the bathrooms. Right before he pursued her, he felt a moisture on his arm, like you see in movies when a monster that crawls with a head that turns 360 degrees is on the ceiling. He looked up. That was exactly what he saw, even the 360 degrees thing was right. Before he could react, it jumped onto him face-first.
