Haha... I really have no idea why I wrote this other than the fact that I had several different FNaF fanfic ideas randomly writing themselves in my head plus the feeling of putting off my homework for a few more minutes. So I wrote the first thing that came to mind, and just went with my crazy, writing-deprived brain. Have fun.

Chica ran into the Dining Room.

"Freddy! Freddy!"

Freddy Fazbear, having been chatting with Bonnie for no apparent reason, turned around to face the distraught duck—I mean chicken. "What?"

With oily tears brimming her plastic eyes, Chica held up a paper and pencil to Freddy's face.

"…What's this?" Freddy said deadpanned, staring at the random paper full of tiny words, and lots of shapes. And numbers.

"It's my homework!" answered Chica. "Mr. Bear gave this to me because he said it would make me smarter, but I don't wanna be smarter!"

"…So?"

Chica pouted, looking very sad. "He said I had to finish it, or else no cupcake for a week!"

"Hey, why do you exclaim everything you say?" asked a curious Bonnie, looking past Freddy in order to finally speak.

"I don't know!" Chica exclaimed before bursting into oil-tears. "I'm so confusezzeled!"

Deciding to humor and take pity on Chica, Freddy sighed before taking the pencil and paper from her metal wing-hands. He looked over the paper. "Is this geometry math?"

Chica wiped her tears away and sniffed. "I think so."

"Um, is that one triangle side supposed to be labeled pi?"

"No." Chica blinked. "It's a triangle, so I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be labeled pizza, Freddy."

Freddy resisted the urge to facepalm.

"That's not math, Chica," Bonnie pointed out.

"No, it's not," Chica answered. "It's a pizza."

Freddy actually facepalmed.

"Freddy, why are you hitting yourself?" Chica asked, puzzled.

"Never mind that, Chica," Freddy said, waving the question off. "Why can't you just go a week without your cupcake?"

"Yeah," agreed Bonnie. "You never eat it, anyway."

Chica gave an irritated look. "That's because it's my friend, dummy."

Bonnie raised an eyebrow. "What about your last cupcake, the magenta one? Pinkie? Wasn't Pinkie your friend?"

"Bonnie," Freddy sighed when Chica began to tremble. "You know Chica doesn't like talking about it…"

The oil-tears returning to spill, Chica whimpered, "Pinkie was my friend… Pinkie was my best friend…"

Now Bonnie realized his mistake. "Um, Chica, I'm sorry that I reminded you but—"

"AND FOXY ATE HIM!" Chica wailed before dropping down to cry uncontrollably.

The curtains to Pirate Cove were pulled open just so Foxy could glare at Bonnie. "Ya just had to remind her, didn't ye?" He then directed his voice to Chica. "Lassie, I've told ya before, it was an accident! How was I supposed to know that yer cupcake was fillin' in the 'imaginary friend' role for ye?"

"But he was real!" sobbed Chica. "He was sentient and he loved pizza-cakes! HOW COULD YOU BE SO BLIND, FOXY?!"

"It would probably help he didn't wear an eye-patch he doesn't need," Bonnie spoke.

"That's what ye think!" responded Foxy, shaking his hook angrily at Bonnie.

Once more, Freddy sighed.

"Chica, do you still want help with your math homework?"

Chica bawled. "I CAN'T FOCUS!"

"I see."

"I JUST HAVE SO MANY FANFIC IDEAS! MY LAPTOP IS SUCH A DISTRACTION, WHY?!"

"Wait a second, what?"

Chica sniffed and looked up at Freddy with guilt. "I-I stole Mark's laptop when he left it here on accident two nights ago…"

"But since when did ye have a fanfiction account?" Foxy questioned.

"Since two nights ago."

"Really?" asked an astonished Bonnie. "I have one, too! What's your username?" He pulled out a random purple laptop out of nowhere.

Chica smiled. " 'PizzaloverNot-duck'!"

"Oh gee," Freddy said sarcastically, "how creative."

"Argh," Foxy responded, "more creative than 'BloodyFatbears123'!"

Freddy clenched his fists. "That was one time!"

"Ay, and I still laugh every time I think of it."

"I hate you."

Chica pouted. "Aww, don't hate him, Freddy." She grinned. "I wrote a fanfic about you two getting along…"

"Chica," Freddy replied, "while I appreciate that you want everyone to 'be friends'—"

"And become really close," Chica continued from her sentence. "And become almost like brothers."

"Erm, that's nice?"

"But then realize something… and that something is realized by you two accidentally making out…"

"Wait a moment, what?" both Freddy and Foxy reacted, doing a double-take.

"… and then you start dating. And get married. And Bonnie is the best man."

"Oh, joy," Bonnie responded with a very weirded out expression.

"YOU'VE BEEN WRITING THAT STUFF BEHIND OUR BACKS?!" Freddy exclaimed, eyes wide in absolute shock. Chica laughed—the sound of innocence.

"Nope!"

"Oh, good." Freddy wiped nonexistent sweat from his brow. "For a minute there, I thought that you actually—"

"That's the story I've been outlining in front of your guys' faces in all my spare time!" Chica chirped happily.

Freddy's eyes bulged. "WHAT?!"

After a second, Foxy slowly began to close the Cove's curtains. "Yargh, I'm just gonna become a hermit now…"

Bonnie wanted to laugh, he really did, but Chica had weirded him out past max Chica-being-a-weirdo levels. So, naturally, Bonnie inched away. "Ummm, I'm just gonna… go tune my guitar." And with that, Bonnie scooted FAR AWAY from the Dining Area in which now only Chica and Freddy occupied.

Chica wore a large stupid grin while Freddy just stood there, still trying to process what had just happened.

"Oh, and Freddy!" Chica randomly added after a strange moment of silence. Freddy was still frozen with his eyes unbelievably wide. Nevertheless, he managed to answer,

"Yeah..?"

Chica's grin widened.

"I found your real fanfiction account."

"What do you mean?"

"You know, the one you wrote a hundred Mike x Foxy and Foxy x Bonnie romance fics, silly~!"

Freddy fainted.

Don't know how the heck this went from homework to fanfiction, but then again that's exactly where my mind went when I tried to focus on my homework before writing this. The wonders of psychology. :/ Hope you liked the randomness!