{Angel's POV}

Truth be told, I'm surprised I haven't gotten kicked out yet. Last I checked, this years parents don't want their kids getting tattoos.

I was wearing a white shirt that day. You could easily see my angel wings on my back, the tribal design swirling every which way. Gaia always said that when she grew up she would 'get angel wings too'.

Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria was a favorite place for us, my daughter and I. She loved watching Freddy sing, Bonnie play the guitar, and Chica with her cupcake. However, she just didn't understand that she couldn't get too close to the stage. I asked the employees several times why, and they would only reply with "Freddy doesn't like it". Hmph. So be it.

So here I am, sitting at a table in the back at Freddy's, watching Gaia play. So far only one adult has given me, 'the stink eye', andGaia is being good and staying away from the stage.

"Um, excuse me, miss?" I hear a voice next to me. Turning to look, I see an employee, a young man, looking to be around his twenties.

"Let me guess, I have to leave." I said without emotion. The young man looked hurt.

"No, no. I just wanted to know where you got your tattoo done. "

"Oh. Blue Lion Tattoos on Main Street. Jeff did the actual inking, if you want to know the artist." I answered.

"Oh." he said almost sarcastically. He turned to leave, and then turned back.

"I'm Jake, by the way." He said with this lousy, sheepish smile that more than looked like he was faking it.

"Gina, nice to meet you," I replied almost as sarcastically. He smiled and walked away. My name's not Gina.

{Bonnie's POV }

They weren't even looking at us! Freddy, Chica and I were signing our hearts out for them and they weren't even looking at us! Spoiled brats.

Don't get me wrong, I love children, but it hurts my feelings when they don't pay attention to us. So far the only kid who was actually looking at us, well more accurately me, was this adorable little girl with blonde hair who didn't look more than six years old. Every once in a while she would run back to the tables, and then return, looking as happy as ever. It was one of the cutest things I had ever seen.

*A hour or so later*

{Angel's POV}

It was about an hour to closing, and Gaia and I were the only people there. I had told the employees that the animatronics didn't need to do their whole performance thing just for us, that they could take a break. They looked a little confused, and at the same time thankful. One of them walked up to the stage, and stopped at rather large distance away and relayed the news. It seemed to me that the robots breathed a sigh of relief. Not surprising. I've heard that the A.I. (short for artificial intelligence) of these animatronics was very advanced and high-tech, which would give them human-like abilities. Unlike what I work with.

{Bonnie's POV}

It felt strange being in the same room with customers and not performing. The little girl was there, the one who was watching us. Her mother disappeared while the employees told us of our unplanned rest. She just sat there, with this huge grin on her face, doing that cute "under the chair leg-swinging" thing that kids do. Then, she stopped. She sat still, and appeared to be pondering something.

"Do you guys normally get a break," she suddenly asked. We tilted our heads to look at her. We were startled, by the fact that she asked us a question in general. Not many kids had the heart to ask the thoughts or feelings of a robot.

"When we have guests, not usually, no," I noticed Freddy hesitated before he replied. The girl had gotten up out of the chair and had walked closer to the stage. I hoped she didn't get too close; I didn't know how Freddy would react.

"When do you get breaks? Do you get weekends off," The girl asked Freddy questions, all of which he asked with a happy tone in his voice. We finally had someone to talk too. The front door opened. On any other occasion I wouldn't have noticed, but this time I looked to see who it was.

If I had a human heart, it would have stopped beating just then.

Because we're robots, we aren't programmed to have thoughts and feelings related to love, romance, etc, so it isn't normal for us to think of someone as pretty, or handsome. But the person who just walked through the door, was one of the most beautiful women, actually the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She looked like an angel.

{Angel's POV}

So the bunny is staring at me now. Okay, nothing I'm not used too. Animatronics just like staring at me for some reason. It's like I give off good vibes or something. That or my five-foot-one body that resembles that of a muscular model. Which also means I get stared at by humans, especially men. I've gotten used to it, but some days I just want to punch someone in the face when I catch them staring at me.

{Bonnie's POV}

She walked up to the little girl, who had stopped asking us questions, at one of the tables in the middle. The girl started asking her something in hushed tones, pointing to the stage. The mother shook her head. The girl asked why, and the mother replied with something along the lines of 'because the staff said so'. The girl, accepted this and they started walking towards the door. I felt a touch of sadness seeing them go. Then the mother stopped one of the employees who was walking past her and asked him something. The man shook his head. The mother asked again, with a pleading hand gesture. The man relented, and gave the girl a warning gesture. Suddenly, the girl turned from her mother's side and ran towards the stage, yelling "Bunny!". Why does she look like she's coming to give me a hug?

{Angel's POV}

Whoa, kid, where are you going?! What part of 'hold my hand' don't you get? I ran after her, hoping to catch her before she got too close to the stage. I reached forward and grabbed her hoodie *just* as she reached the stage, and pulled her back. She stared at the bunny with this happy grin on her face, while the bunny was staring at me...o-kay. I turned around, pulling Gaia in front of me, telling her to 'next time hold my hand, please'. She looked over my shoulder, eyes widened. I was about to ask when I felt something patting my head. Or, should I say, someone.

{Bonnie's POV}

She whipped around, her hat falling off. She stared at me with a look of, not-quite surprise, but almost of fear. Her brown eyes looked first at my hand, which was still out-stretched, then to me. She took a couple of deep breaths, apparently trying to calm herself, when the employees ran towards the stage with their equipment, waving it at me. I would have moved away, but I was stuck in the 'stand still' mode that we have programmed in us.

{Angel's POV}

I grabbed the broom before it could hit the rabbit in the face, throwing it off to the side.

"What are you doing!?" the employee yelled at me.

"Why are you trying to hit her in the face with a broom!?" I yelled back.

"Because it was trying to hit you!" Judging from his actions, this wasn't a normal thing.

"She patted me on the head. There is a difference between patting and hitting. I would show you, but then you would probably have me arrested for assault," I...explained.

"But it still. touched. your head," he insisted.

"Did she rip off my head?" I asked. The employee just stood there, dumbfounded by my question. So I repeated it.

"Did she rip off my head?" He shook his head slowly.

"So then what's the problem?" Another employee spoke up, a woman who had been mopping the floors.

"After an incident back in '87, we don't allow the animatronics to have physical contact with humans," she spoke smugly, like she had other, better places to be.

"Wait, let me guess, because someone patted a human on the head?" I said sarcastically. Whatever this '87 incident was, I planned on looking it up when I got home.

"No. One of the animatronics bit off the front part of a kids head," she frowned at me.

"Nice. Not meaning to brag, but I've see a man's head get snapped right from his body. Don't believe me, check it out on Youtube. 'Man's head snapped off by animatronic cat Lawson factory," their eyes widened at the name.

"You...work at Lawson factory?" the man with the broom asked hesitantly. I pulled out my I.D. card.

"Angel Montgomery, head of Assembly and Repairs, at your service," I said with a little bow. A few mouths dropped, and the employees looked at each other, and put their hands up. I returned the I.D. back to my pocket. The man with the broom spoke.

"We've all seen your videos. We're sorry that you have to go through that every day and night,"

"Day," I corrected. They looked puzzled. So I explained.

"I quit the night shift, thank God, and I now I have a new night-job somewhere else," I winked at them. They nodded in understanding.

"One question, is A-1 still there?" One of the employees asked.

"Do you want to go near her? Considering that she is a man-killing bitch...pardon me Gaia, pain in the butt, there's no way in heaven or on Earth, despite my nickname, that I, or any of my coworkers are going near her. Except if she comes near us of course," I smiled sweetly. The employees nodded slowly. Someone's watch beeped.

"Okay, we have to close, so…" I sighed.

"Give me a couple of minutes," the employees nodded and left. I turned to Gaia .

"Can you wait by the tables for me?" She nodded and walked toward the nearest table. I chuckled and looked up at the bunny.

{Bonnie's POV}

She looked up at me, her mouth set in a firm line. She sighed, then swallowed, and spoke.

"In the future, unless I say you can, I would rather that you didn't touch me. It's not that I don't like the gesture, just the fact that I'm being touched out of nowhere, it isn't usually a good thing, so…" she reached up, patted my hand, and gently pushed it toward my body. I pulled it in the rest of the way and looked at her. She smiled a small smile at me.

"I'll see you tonight. Behave," She said, pointing a finger to Chica, then Freddy, then me. Then she turned and left, followed by the employees.

Freddy looked at me. He shook his head in awe.

"And what did you learn from that experience?" he asked.

"Not to pat people on the head," I replied without hesitation, like the songs we have to sing. Freddy nodded. In truth though, I was thinking of something else.

Angel.

Her name was Angel.