Authors Note: I want to make it clear that the animatronics in my fic are humanized. Aside from ears/tails, they look just like humans but are like robots. Also, they aren't possessed by the spirits of the children, it just gave them human consciousness. The personalities are all their own.

Now that that's out of the way, on with the fic. I hope you enjoy it :)

Night One:

"Come on Foxy, I've seen the way you look at him." Chica's voice rang through the party room. She hated making Foxy uncomfortable but she couldn't help herself, she was tired of them beating around the bush.

Foxy and the newest night guard had been making eyes at each other for weeks and Chica was certain neither of them would make a move without a little help. That was were she came in, after all it was her job to make people happy.

"Wh-who?" Chica couldn't help giggling at Foxy's bewildered expression. Did he really think it was so hard to figure out?

"Who-who?" she mocked. "Are you an owl now?" She started to grin until she saw him turning away, probably heading back to Pirate's Cove. Hurrying forward, she grabbed his arm and turned him towards her. "I'm only joking Foxy." She looked up into his eyes, hoping he could see the honesty.

Foxy sighed. "I know Chica. I'm just...scared." He stared down at his feet, like he always did when he was nervous.

"Scared of what?"

Foxy frowned, his fluffy ears folding down. "What if," he mumbled. "What if he doesn't like me?"

Chica smiled comfortingly. "Would it make you feel better if I asked him?"

"Yes. I mean no. Ah, don't do that. I mean don't mention me," Foxy babbled.

"Okay, okay." Chica held up her hands to stop him. If he got himself worked up he might start hyperventilating and that would be a huge problem. "I won't say you asked. Don't worry, I'll be really smooth." She grinned and bounded off before he could stop her.

As she made her way to the guard room, Chica stared at the posters on the walls. Bright banners featuring Freddy, Bonnie and herself were everywhere. But no pictures of Foxy were anywhere to be seen. She felt a pang of sympathy for the Pirate. If she couldn't entertain children, she didn't know what she'd do with herself. It was no wonder he had become so shy and withdrawn.

She continued on, hoping Mike was awake. The poor guy had been so stressed lately. Apparently the manager had been complaining about the "machines" being tampered with. Being referred to as a machine bothered Chica in a way she couldn't explain.

When she first heard someone call her that, she had gone into the women's restroom and stared at herself in the mirror for hours, tears streaming down her face. She looked human enough, and so did the others, if you overlooked their ears and tails. And she felt human, she obviously had emotions just like anyone else. So how on earth could they think she was a machine?

Pulling herself away from her complicated thoughts, she entered the guard room, relieved to see Mike was awake. He had his back to her and was watching something on the monitors intently. He didn't jump when she tapped him on the shoulder, reminding her how comfortable he had become here over the weeks.

"Oh, hi Chica." He smiled, almost guiltily, as he looked up at her.

"Hi there, Mike. Watcha doing?" She looked over his shoulder, catching a glimpse of Pirate's Cove, before Mike quickly turned the monitor off.

"Oh uh, nothing much. Just going over the rooms, everything's normal." He glanced away, not meeting her eyes.

Chica smiled and gave him a knowing look. "Oh really? You know you a really bad liar. I saw who you were looking at."

"Guilty I guess. Am I that obvious?" Mike sighed, looking down.

"You'd have to be blind not to see it. Why haven't you said anything, Mike?" A part of her dreaded what he would say next. While it was obvious he was attracted to Foxy, what if he thought of them only as machines too?

"To be honest I kind of thought the two of you were together."

Chica raised her eyebrows. She couldn't blame him for thinking that though, she and Foxy did spend a lot of time together.

She giggled. "Me and Foxy? We're just friends Mike." Deciding to forget about subtlety she continued. "And besides," she lowered her voice, "he likes you." She rocked back on her heels, grinning. "Obviously."

Mike looked at her, relief written across his face. "Are you sure?"

Chica thought back to all the times she had caught Foxy staring at Mike when Mike hadn't been looking. "Definitely," she replied. "So do something about it already." Turning to go, she hoped he would take her advice.

"Wait, Chica." Mike rose from his chair, his hands fiddling nervously with the monitor buttons.

Spinning on her heel she faced him once again. "Yeah?"

Blushing, he stared at the ground a second before mumbling. "Do you, uh, have any advice? On how I should let him know?"

Chica thought a few moments before replying. "Make sure he feels comfortable, you know? Like, tell him somewhere he feels safe."

Mike nodded. "Pirate's Cove."

"Yeah, exactly. You'll do great, I'm sure." Winking, she turned and headed to the door. She still had a few things to prepare for tomorrow's show.

"And, Chica?" Mike's voice stopped once again.

She turned around and looked back at him, wondering what he needed this time. "Yeah Mike?"

"Thanks."

She nodded, happy to help. She wanted this to work out more than anything.

Humming to herself, Chica walked back to the party room to prepare for the show. She couldn't help the smile that spread across her face as she thought of tomorrow night.