Freddy hummed the ' Toreador's March ', typically known as the 'you 're fucked' song by the nightguards, as he neatened his collection of shiny black top hats. 183 in all. Why he had that many ? Nobody knows. Where'd he get that many ? That's for him to know and you to find out. Does the company know about the stash? ...Nope! He was about to align the last hat when Foxy's blood curdling screech echoed through the hell hole.. I mean death trap...l mean pizzaria. As Freddy stepped into the party room , the world seemed to stop for him. It was his worst nightmare. His friends dismantled? The return of Vincent? The pizzaria is closing down? No, no , yes and no. It was...a mess. A seriously huge mess.

Pizza sauce covered the walls like red paint to a barn. Tables and chairs were broken and flipped over. Party hats were crushed and littered all over the floor while balloons were floating about obscuring everyone's vision. Bonnie was sprawled on the floor half drunk and missing his face...again. Chica was on the floor laughing hysterically as soap bubbles poured from her mouth. Foxy was hanging from the ceiling fan by his hook slowly spinning as the fan spun, creaking from the weight of the seven foot mechanical pirate fox. Did I mention there were pink footprints on the ceiling caused by Goldie who was walking, flying and teleporting all over place spreading gobs of wet paint and expired silly string everywhere?

" What the hell is going on here! " Freddy roared.

His blue eyes glared daggers as Goldie zapped out of party room and into the Safe Room, where fortunately for him, Freddy couldn't see or enter. Everyone immediately stopped their antics and looked at him fearfully as if he was staring into the very core of their souls in attempts to to set it ablaze. Which he was. The brown bear never usually got mad but when he does,watch out.

"Why is in here so *shudders* messy?" Freddy asked with disgust.

A half eaten pizza crust fell out of a vent and landed on Freddy's nose making it squeak loudly.

"Ew! Ew! Ew! Gross! Gross! Gross! Gross!" Freddy shrieked at the pitch of a four year old girl. He cringed as he stepped into a puddle of grape soda.

"Oh rewax fweddy *hic* w-w-we were only - only having some f-f-fun and kinda over-over did it" Bonnie slurred still intoxicated.

"And may I ask why is Bonnie drunk?"

"Ol' Bon ere found de managets private rum stash and the lad thought he could pilfer it and guzzle down himself. Turns out the lad doesn't have a tolerance for the booze like ol Foxy ere. But aye Cap'n tis a real feast we had here" answered Foxy who was currently trying to de-hook himself from the fan.

"Besides the pizzaria is closed for the week since we stuffed that stupid nightguard last night. Too bad it wasn't the right guy. Did he really have to thrash? Maybe if he didn't the blood wouldn't have gotten everywhere and we would still probably be open. Although the smell might have still wafted..." Chica sighed as she realized that no more bubbles were coming out of her mouth.

Just as Freddy was about to complain, Foxy fell from the fan bringing it down and half the ceiling with him. Chica started laughing again as Bonnie sang a distorted version of "You are a Pirate". Suddenly the you're fucked song rang through the room as Freddy glared angrily at everyone with eyes black save for white pinpricks. Everyone cowered in fear. Freddy. Was. Pissed. Freddy spoke with a demonic sounding voice..

"You will clean up this mess in here and make it look like it was before you screwed it up. I want to see my damn reflection on the tiles AND carpets. You will clean it fast like your lives depend on it BECAUSE IT DOES! MOVE! NOW!"

Everyone, who was practically shitting bricks in horror, moved without a second to waste as the mess became justified. Soon enough the party room looked as if it was brand new and you could li-ter-ra-ly see your reflection in the carpet. Freddy was looking less murderous and happily skipped through his glistening party room.

"Clean freak" everyone deadpanned.

Freddy then accidentally spilled a cup of grape soda.

"NOOO! MUST. SCRUB. CARPETS. CLEAN!" Freddy cried as he desperately tried to remove the stain, sighing as the stain was now non existent.

" Cap'n ye may have a wee bit of a clean problem" Foxy said adjusting his twisted hook.

" Yeah man you're such a clean freak. Stressing over every garlic clove that falls on the damn floor" Bonnie agreed sober and with his face reattached.

You're so stuck up man. Can't even have a bit of fun cause of you. You and your...dirtnaphobia. It's kinda annoying really" Chica concluded.

The bear sighed as he listened to them complain about him having sticks rammed up his ass.

"I can't help it okay guys. Seeing a mess grates down on my every nerve. Every time I see a mess, something in the back of my mind says clean it and it would t stopu less thattghing is clean. I just can't handle the filth. I break down when I see grit and grime. I can't function without being in a clean environment. A clean area for me is like crack for humans. I must have it. If cleanliness is deprived from me I just might go insane." Freddy sighed.

"I see" Bonnie said.

"What do you call it when someone needs something and their world juststops abruptly when they cant have it.?"

"Addiction" answered Chica.

"Well I guess I am addicted to cleanliness then." said Freddy who was sure there was a 'phobia' that humans had for his condition but just couldn't remember the name. It was not dirtnaphobia. Chica made that up.