"So, I'm slowly walking down the halls, laughing. As I make my way around, I hear a loud hum, and the power goes out. I trudge over to the office, taking a little longer then I should have. Mike is trembling, and I'm standing at his door. The beautiful sound of the Toreador March chimes in my (well, I wouldn't say just ears..) robotic audio pick-up sensors, used to communicate with those horrid children, which run around and shriek, throwing pizza at us and crawling all over us. Foxy bit one, he hated them so much.. I mean, seriously! Greasy, smelly kids. Ugh. Aaaanyways, The march ends, and I make my way over to Mike. He's shaking, as my pinprick pupils glow white. I ready myself to tackle him, but instead I hear the most horrid sound, which echoed throughout the building. Those horrid chimes. As the power flickers on, Mike stands up, laughing happily. He thrusts his pelvis, and the main theme of the place plays in the background. He runs out, Frisbee-ing his hat down the hall. I glare at him, standing up, leaving. I go back to the stage, and you guys then question what happened. So that's what happened, guys." Freddy replies.
"Oh, that's hilarious!" Chica shouts, laughing. Foxy and Bonnie join in, Freddy glares.
"Back to your places, everyone. The restaurant is opening up soon." Freddy growls. Bonnie and the others stand up, walking away, looking guilty. They get in their places, getting readied to see those horrid kids once again.