AN: I'm not dead. Here's my next little one-shot. I don't own FNAF.
What the Nightmare Animatronics do in Their Off-time
2 A.M. First night
"Come on, Bonnie. Just one more round."
"Alright, just one more. But then I have to go scare the kid."
"Works for me."
Nightmare Chica had convinced Nightmare Bonnie to arm wrestle her again. He probably just wanted to see the Freddles suffer some more. The poor nightmarish bears were being used to prop up the table the bots were using to arm wrestle.
Bonnie put his arm up on the table. "You ready to lose?" he said.
"Oh come on, bunny," the Nightmare Cupcake, who was the ref, said, "you haven't won a single game you've played against her."
"Well maybe today is his lucky day," Nightmare Chica said, putting her arm back on the table, making sure to shake it as she did so.
"Hey!" three voices said in unison.
"Let's just get this over with," the cupcake said, "ready… GO!"
Nightmare Bonnie began to put all of his strength into his arm, hoping to win this one time. Nightmare Chica hadn't even started to push back. She was enjoying watching him struggle.
After a few seconds, Chica finally decided to pin his arm. In one swift motion, it was all over for Bonnie.
"I guess you're just really bad at this Bonnie," Chica said, "but at least it's three now. You can go get the kid. I'll stay here for a little longer. Help the Freddles get out from under the table."
Bonnie wordlessly left the room, hoping that scaring the kid would lift his spirits.
AN: Well that was fun.