A/N: You guys didn't get it (the two of you who guessed). Well, I'm not going to tell the answer because my sister will probably do it for me.
Freddy put down his microphone and got ready for another night. There hadn't been a night guard in a few months, and Freddy could see how bored his bandmates were becoming. They were starting to repeat the same tasks over and over without getting anything done. They needed something new to do.
Freddy walked around the main room to see if someone had possibly left anything they could use. As usual, the room was a complete mess in Freddy's eyes. But he couldn't do anything about that. The employees wouldn't appreciate knowing that the animatronics are "alive." I may not be able to clean, but I can still search. Freddy knew there had to be something in here; after all, the kids are very forgetful.
Freddy started combing to the trash that littered the floor, hoping to find something, anything that could make his friends stop freaking out. He had been going through the trash near a table when he found something. What is this?
It was a brick. A boring, red brick that was probably used as a doorstop. I guess we could have fun with this.
Freddy went to the supply closet that Bonnie was hiding in. He opened the door and chucked the brick at the rabbit, making him spin around. "What was that for Freddy?" Bonnie asked.
"To make you happy. I found this brick in the party room and thought we could play with it. Mainly to make the others mad, or to make them happy, anything that isn't this," Freddy said.
Bonnie did the animatronic equivalent of a smile and decided to help Freddy in his exploits. The pair then proceeded to pelt the other bots with the brick until morning. But, the robots were happy, and that was all that matters to Freddy.
A/N: Oh, and to TheWritingReader, when I was writing "Fun With Plushtrap", I was actually thinking the opposite of the conclusion you came to, but it's nice that you came up with that.