Bonnie's P.O.V.

"Merry Christmas, Freddy!" I said to Freddy, handing him the small gift in my hands. It was Christmas morning, and everyone was gathered in Rosie's living room. It had been nearly a year and a half since we had been set free and a good half a year since Vincent was arrested, and Rosie was back to her old self. Which was great, now that she and Golden Freddy were going out.

But anyways, Freddy opened the gift I gave him, and his bright blue eyes lit up at the sight of a new black top hat. He placed it on his head with a grin and hugged me, surprising me.

"Thanks, Bon. And merry Christmas to you too!" he chirped, wafting his way through the knee-deep wrapping paper that was covering the floor.

I sat on the couch with Chica and Rosie, basking in the warmth from the fireplace, shielding us from the bitter snow outside. Foxy grinned at Chica and handed her a gift wrapped in newspaper. Classy.

"Merry Christmas, lass." he chuckled, handing her the gift.

Chica cautiously took it and slowly unwrapped it, revealing a box of chocolates. Chica smiled.

"Thanks, Foxy. And merry Christmas to you too." she said, tossing the newspaper/wrapping paper to the ground. I scoffed.

"Wasteful!" I sighed, getting up and picking up the paper to throw it in the fire, but as I looked at the print, I noticed something that caught my attention.

"Coming Soon!

Fazbear's Fright: The Horror Attraction!

Local amusement park getting ready to scare your socks off with a new attraction based on the unsolved mysteries of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Featuring actual relics from the decades-old pizzeria, this attraction is guaranteed to bring back your childhood in the worst possible way!

Is in need of a night watch for cautionary reasons as of right now! If interested, please call 1-800-FAZ-FAZBEAR!"

My breath stopped short. A new place? I tore off the article and shoved it into my pocket, tossing the rest of the newspaper into the fire.

What was it really like to be the night watch? To have the animatronics after you at every waking moment. To your heart racing in pure terror and feeling the sweet relief of the 6 a.m. alarm, as Rosie did once.

A few days later, I pulled Rosie to the side, wanting to talk with her about getting a job at the horror attraction. It had been hanging over my head since I read the article, and I decided I had wanted to try it out. There couldn't be any working animatronics there, because Rosie told me for a fact that the toy animatronics had been scrapped after the other pizzeria was shut down.

But anyways, I said to Rosie, "Rosie? I have something to ask you."

She smiled. "Of course, Bon. What's up?"

I sighed. "I saw an article in the paper about Fazbear's Fright: The Horror Attraction. And they need a night watch. And I kind of wanted to get a job there."

She pursed her lips into a tight seam. She did that a lot when she was stressed or worried.

"Why? Don't you know what that place did to me and to you guys?"

I groaned. "You don't have to remind me! But, they don't have any animatronics and they seem safe enough. And besides, I've never had a job before. I was only 15 years old when Vincent killed me, and I wanted to know what it's like to actually have a job."

She rolled her eyes. "What's their number?"

I dug into my pocket and pull out the crumpled article and handed it to her. Rosie pulled out her cell phone and punched in the number, and she held the phone to me.

"Tell them you're interested in working the night shift and answer any questions they might ask you, and you may get the job." she instructed.

I nodded and held the phone against my ear. After a few rings, a voice answered.

"Fazbear's Fright: The Horror Attraction management speaking. How can I help ya, dude?"

I rolled my eyes at his accent and said, "Yeah, I'd like to apply for night shift."

"Righteous! But first, you're going to need to answer some questions. It's kind of a legal thing, sorry."

"Okay?"

"All right, first off. Are you able to stay awake from midnight to 6 a.m.?"

Stupid question.

"Yes."

"All right. Do you have any medical problems that we should know about? Heart problems, terminal illness, tumor, brain damage, disabilities, depression, schizophrenia, etc?"

Again. Stupid question.

"No. I'm perfectly healthy." I stated.

I heard him chuckle. "All right! Just state your name, and you begin on the first Monday of the new year!"

I sighed. "Bonnie Bunni."

He chuckled. "Like, Bonnie the Bunny? The original animatronic from the original pizzeria?"

I resisted the urge to yell at him, and said, "Yup."

"Sweet! See ya then, Bonnie!"

He hung up, as did I. Well, new job, here I come.