A/N: Hello and welcome my dudes.

Before I start with this, I just figured I'd let you all know that the characters in this are human.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters.

And a warning, this story will contain slight gore, violence, explicit language, and possible sensitive topics.

Foxy woke up to the sharp rapping of knuckles against his bedroom door. Short, rhythmic knocks. They weren't very loud, but they still woke Foxy up. He was a light sleeper.

He opened his eyes slowly, groaning slightly into the blanket that was draped haphazardly over his body.

"What?" He mumbled, voice dragging with his tiredness.

The voice responded from the other side of the door was laced with a heavy accent. French.

"Just thought that I would let you know everyone else is already up. I didn't want to leave you out. They're all downstairs."

Foxy pushed himself up into a sitting position, attempting to get his long hair out of his face.

"Alright, thanks, Bal. I'll be down in a minute."

Foxy waited until Ballora's light footsteps completely faded before actually bothering to get out of bed.

He put his hair into a sloppy ponytail, put on socks because the floor was frigid, and tried to halfheartedly rub the lipstick off of his face from yesterday before deciding that was good enough for the current moment.

He exited his room and trudged downstairs to the kitchen, where, as Ballora said, everyone was. Seated around the old, crappy fold-out table they had.

Ballora was sat furthest away from the door, gently stabbing her food with a fork, her unseeing eyes staring absentmindedly at the wall.

Freddy was sat across from her and was seemingly the only one wide awake. Busy eating some sugary cereal that was more than likely to make him more hyper than he already was. Splashing milk everywhere, being sloppy in general. Bon-Bon was resting on the table next to him, milk and bits of cereal on his muzzle. Freddy probably shoved the puppet's face into his bowl a few times.

And then there was Baby, sitting at the end of the table with her stupidly perfect posture. The look on her face giving the impression of her not wanting to exist. She never actually ate breakfast with them, for some reason. The ringleader just drank coffee, which never seemed to actually succeed in waking her up since she always seemed tired.

She had her eyes trained on the janky, old TV they had placed kitchen counter, which playing the news.

Foxy couldn't tell if Baby was actually watching it or not.

"Hey, guys."

Foxy went to grab the bread so he could make toast. He couldn't be bothered to make anything more complicated than toast.

"H-heya!"

"Hello."

"Hey, Fox."

"Dear Scott, please help me."

Freddy dunked Bon Bon back into his cereal. Poor soul.

"In other news today, a woman was found dead behind a diner on Lilygear -,"

"Jeez, been a lot of murders on the news lately, huh?"

"I suppose so, but murder has always been prevalent in this town, has it not?" Ballora questioned.

"Yeah, but there hasn't been this many in a while." Baby replied quietly.

"Can we put on cartoons instead?"

"I suppose so, Fred." Baby got up and switched the channel to 'Fredbear and Friends'.

"Yay!"

Foxy grabbed his toast and took a seat.

And as soon as he sat down Baby spoke up again.

"After we close, we're supposed to get a shipment. Fred, Fox, I want you two to carry the boxes to the storage room in the basement."

"Heck yeah! I love c-carrying stuff!"

"You're really weird, Fredward."

"Stop bullying me, Bon-Bon!"

Foxy choked on his toast a little. "Wait, want us to take it into the basement storage room?"

"Yeah, that's literally what I just said." Baby replied flatly.

"Can't you or Bal do it instead of me?"

The ringleader quirked an eyebrow slightly. "No, Lor and I have to deal with the parents of that kid who broke their wrist here last week. Even though it was the kid's fault for disregarding every rule we have, and the parent's fault for not telling him to cut that shit out."

"I really don't want to go down there."

"W-why not?"

"There's nothing down there, Fox. I've been in there loads of times. The only thing down there is boxes and Fred's pog collection."

"Yeah, you're probably right."

Foxy still didn't want to go down there, but he supposed he'd have to.

Shoot.