Three animatronics stood on stage, a brown bear, a yellow chicken and a purple bunny. One held a microphone, one held a faux cupcake with eyes, and one held a red guitar. One was named Freddy, one was named Chica, and one was name Bonnie.

Normally these animatronics preformed for little kids, singing cheesy songs and giving gifts to them, but after hours they became something else. For a long time ago, a murder had been committed here, and the corpses of the children had been stuffed into the animatronic suits. After time, they had possessed the suits and management went broke trying to keep them from killing anyone, but after the bite of '87 people stopped coming to the restaurant.

The only tactic they hadn't tried yet was to bring in a new character, to entertain the kids. They had little to no money so they stuck with a simple design, getting a spare catlike suit, painting it orange and black, adding a pink bow to her head, adding green eyes to an endoskeleton and eyelashes from the previous restaurant and ta-da! A new animatronic.

"We'll name her… Tricky?"

"No, how about… Tiggy?"

"Really? How about we name her Trixie Tiger. There, problem solved"

"Hey, that's actually not a bad idea Bonnie" Chica said, Bonnie beaming. Freddy nodded "Trixie it is, well, are you going to wake her? It's time for us to have a walkabout" the bear said. Bonnie nodded and stepped onto stage and tapped the tiger on the shoulder. She stirred and opened her eyes, adjusting to the strange dark place.

"W-where am I?" she asked tiredly, stretching.

"You're home, well Freddy's Pizzeria to be exact" Freddy said with a flourish and tip of his hat.

She looked around "Well it certainly is… nice".

Chica stepped up to her and smiled "Yeah, and if you like I can give you a tour! I'm Chica by the way. We'll start with the kitchen! My favourite place!" The tiger smiled and gave the room one more look before following the chicken through the semi-abandoned restaurant. The kitchen was a small room with a disabled camera up in the corner, a bench and cupboards with pans and utensils hanging from hooks. The smell of pizza still lingered in the room.

So this is what it's like to smell…

Trixie saw something on the kitchen countertop and went to grab it, but Chica whipped around and grabbed it and hugged it to her chest. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to see what it was. I wasn't going to take it" Trixie said, her ear twitching and eyes focussed on the object.

"No, I'm sorry… I just didn't want anyone to see that I still hadn't gotten over him…" the bird said, lavender eyes shimmering with sadness. Trixie put her paw on her new friend's shoulder "Gotten over who?"

Chica sheepishly showed the tiger a small picture frame, a photo of Chica hugging a plum coloured cat wearing a blue bow around his neck. "His name is Timmy, he performs on birthdays. He was only made a year ago, and he's really nice and the kids love him" Chica said, smiling fondly at the photo.

"You really like him, huh?"

Chica nodded "Yeah, I do… but he seems so distant lately, like something's bothering him and he won't talk to me about it. It feels as if… if we're drifting apart…"

Trixie gave the chicken a hug "It's ok, maybe I can talk to him about it. Where is he?"

"He's usually hanging around the office, it's down the hall that way" Chica directed, pointing down the hall. With a nod the tigress walked down the hall, seeing all the crude yet charming drawings of the animatronics, wishing someday she would be the centrepiece of a drawing in the hall.

She saw the plum coloured cat standing with his back to her, facing a poster of Freddy against the wall. He opened his eyes, then closed them and opened them again facing the poster. She moved closer and knocked an empty soda cup, his ear twitching and he turned to see her.

A blank look crossed his face before he cleared his throat "C-can I help you?"

"Um yeah… Ch-Chica wanted to know why you're so distant… I mean, I don't know if you are, I've just met you… but she's really worried and I hate to see a friend worry" Trixie explained. He sighed "I… I can't talk about it. Not now, I'm busy".

"Busy? What are you doing? Not to pry,"

"Trying to get Goldie to talk to me, but he's not showing tonight" Timmy explained, gesturing to the Freddy poster reading 'Let's Party!' with a raised brow. She nodded "Oh… um…"

"Goldie is like Freddy, but golden and without an endoskeleton, so he can't move. But he's great for advice, and god only knows I need advice. I'm wise for my age, according to Freddy, but I don't know some things. Trust fate to saddle me in situations with said things," he said with a frown.

Trixie nodded "So why… why aren't you talking to Chica?"

He gave her a stern look before leaning against the wall, arms crossed. "I… I just can't tell her… she'd hate me… and I don't want her to hate me… but I can't let it stay this way forever," he said. She took a step forward "What exactly can't you tell her?"

"If I tell you, you'll convey the message to her" he sighed "but who cares… she'll find out sooner or later…"