Chapter 8: The Delay

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The first to show up was Bonnie. "How did you get here so fast?" Freddy asked. "I got a skateboard, man." Bonnie said. Freddy noticed that, despite him zipping around on his board, his hair was perfectly groomed.

"So, yeah. Come on in." Freddy said, and Bonnie stepped inside, wiping his feet on the mat at the front door. "You're house looks ginormous from outside, dude." Bonnie said. Freddy shrugged. "I don't really care about having a big house. I just want somewhere to sleep." he said.

"Want some Pizza?" Freddy asked. Bonnie's eyes widened. "Oh, heck yeah!" he said. Freddy got it out. It was warm- he had just heated it up. Bonnie took a piece, savouring it. The doorbell rang. "You keep eating. I'll get it." Freddy said, and rushed toward the door.

"Oh, hey Mangle." Freddy said. He was a bit dissapointed. Chica had said she wouldn't miss it, and now she was the last guest. And Freddy missed her. "Come on in. The pizza's in the kitchen, Bonnie's already here." he said.

"Thanks." Mangle said, and went to the kitchen and began eating. Freddy followed, expecting the doorbell to ring, or for there to a knock on the door at any moment. After fifteen minutes, the bell still hadn't rung. Freddy was worried.

Chica wouldn't be late.

"Hey, where's Chica?" Bonnie asked, seeing Freddy's worried face. "Is that what's got ya down?" he asked. Freddy looked over at Bonnie and Mangle. Their faces looked almost as worried as his. "She wouldn't be late." Freddy mumbled.

"Hey, its all good. Maybe she's just gotta stop somewhere before she gets here." Bonnie said. Freddy looked up. "Yeah. That's probably it." He said, happy to have at least a small idea of what was going on.

But still, he was worried.

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