Jealous Much

"It was Bill's 3rd night working for Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. Bill was opening the door to the pizzeria when all of a sudden he saw the tall bear with a grouchy look on his face. "H-Hey Freddy, h-how ya doing tonight?", Bill asked, trying his best to not show his fear. "What were my rules, Bill?" Freddy asked with an angry tone while leaning up against the door.
"Uh, Rule #1:Do not talk to any animatronics except for you. I don't talk to you unless you come to talk with me. Of course I almost forgot, I can't fall in love with any of the animatronics." Bill said without fear. "You have broken a rule." Freddy growled. "What!? I didn't break a rule. What rule did I break?" Bill asked. completely shocked and mad. All he wanted to do was go and talk to Bonnie until the shift was over.
"Sure you didn't break a rule." He said, his anger getting worse. "I told you not to talk to any of the animatronics, did I not make myself clear?", "You have made yourself very clear, I never broke that rule." Bill said, trying to get out of the conversation. "Woah. So, you're telling me that Bonnie doesn't count as an animatronic. I believe she is an animatronic and that you were talking to her just last night." Freddy hissed, staring at Bill, waiting for his reply.
"How'd you find out I talked to her last night?" Bill asked with the look of surprise on his face. "Let's just say, Bonnie told me to knock it off. She told me that you told her that I was setting rules down and that you couldn't talk to her anymore." Freddy answered. "So, what!? I'm allowed to talk to who I want, when I want to, and where. You're not the boss of me, Freddy. I'm the boss of you! Why can't I talk to the other animatronics, huh?" Bill asked with pride.
"Look, I don't know who you think you are but this isn't Bill's Pizzeria, now is it? You're not the boss of me, you're not the boss of the animatronics, and you're definitely not the boss of this pizzeria!" Freddy shouted at Bill.
=Bill's POV=
Forget it, I'll just push him out of my way and go to my office. Do the normal and wait for Bonnie to come in so I can tell her all about this stupid fight with Freddy. Why is he so bossy and why can't I talk to the animatronics or like one of them? I thought.
=Third Person =
Bill then pushed Freddy out of the way and made his way to his office. Hours had passed and it was now 3:00 A.M and Bonnie still hadn't come to see him. "Where could she be?" Bill wondered. He then thought that it would be a good idea to go say "Hi" to Foxy and Chica. He started to walk down the hall as he saw Chica in the kitchen making pizza. "Hey, Chica." Bill said as he smiled.
"Oh, hey Bill. How are you today?" Chica asked with a friendly smile. "I'm doing fine. I had a small argument with Freddy a couple hours ago, and I haven't seen Bonnie around yet tonight. Would you happen to know where she is?" Bill asked, patiently waiting for a response. "Oh, she told me that she had to go write some songs and fix her guitar." Chica answered.

"Okay. Thanks, Chica." He said smiling. "I know this isn't any of my business but I was just wondering, so are you and Bonnie just best friends or is there something going on between the two of you?" Chica asked. "We're just buddies, nothing more than that. If we were, who knows what Freddy would do to me." He answered. Chica looked over at him confused.

"I know that. Freddy isn't the friendliest of all people but he and the other animatronics don't have much of a good connection with him so I don't see why he'd have a problem with you talking to us or dating us." Chica said while taking a hot homemade pizza out of the oven. "Do you think he has a crush on someone?" Bill asked curiously.
"Well, he doesn't have a crush on me because he already knows that I'm already with Foxy. So, it's most likely he has a crush on Bonnie." She answered. "Well, I didn't know that you and Foxy were together. I've got to go." Bill said as his watch started beeping. "I'll see you tomorrow night, Chica." Bill said as he rushed to the door. "Would you mind telling Bonnie that I said 'Hi'?' He asked.
"Okay" Chica said with a smile. Bill then ran out the door, unlocked his grey GMC Sierra, hopped in, started the truck, and drove home. When he arrived home, he unlocked the door and went inside to get ready for bed.
All night long he dreamed about how Freddy was getting jealous and tried his best to get rid of him. When Bill woke up, he screamed, ran downstairs and looked all over his house. Luckily, he didn't find Freddy anywhere. In his nightmare, Freddy was in his house about to kill him.
"That stupid bear is getting on my nerves!" He said, clenching his fist. Time slowly went by that day as Bill couldn't get the thought of Freddy trying to kill him out of his head. Beep! Beep! Bill's phone then rang, waking him up from a nap. "Oh no, I'm going to be late for my shift!" Bill said getting his uniform on and grabbing everything he needed in a rush.
As Bill was rushing he grabbed his keys opened the front door, ran to his car, started his car and drove to the pizzeria. Bill then ran inside the pizzeria to find Chica and Bonnie talking "Hey, guys. How's your day going?" Bill asked while holding all the things he was carrying in his arms.
"We've been pretty good today, I guess." Bonnie answered, looking over at Chica. "That's good, I'll be in my office if you need me, alright?" Bill asked while making his way to his office. Bill then set everything up in his office. Not even ten minutes had passed and Bonnie had come into the room to talk to Bill. "Hey, Bill." Bonnie greeted, trying her best to sound flirty.
"Hi, Bonnie. What's going on? You don't usually come into my office this early." Bill said with concern. "Oh I just wanted to come by and talk to you. I actually have something pretty important to ask you tonight." She said while taking a seat beside him on the desk. "Sure, you can tell me anything, Bonnie. What is it?", Bill asked, sitting up straight looking at her as his stomach felt deep. "Well, I was hoping that we could maybe... I don't know..." She said as she looked and bit her lip.