When I came to, I was propped up against a few boxes while Freddy was looking through some sort of crate. Even if I wanted to move, I was tied to the boxes.

Of course he tied me up, I thought, mentally groaning in frustration. I looked around, trying to think of some way to escape.

And then, Freddy turned to face me. I noticed, and froze.

His robotic voice glitched a little, probably due to the damage. "Wh-Wh-Which would you prefer, Foxy or B-Bon-Bon?" I didn't respond, mainly because I didn't know what to say, so he just stood there, waiting for a response.

"Why do you ask?" I was trying to buy myself some more time.

"For your s-s-suit of course!" He didn't go into much detail, so my attempt had failed. "And, if you don't choose, I'll p-pick for you!"

"Alright, um…" I thought about it, since he did just threaten to pick for me. If I was going to be stuffed into a suit, I was going to choose which one. "How about Bonnie?"

"Which one?" He might have been pushing me to hurry up, I couldn't tell at the time.

"Uh… The normal one, I guess." I was hoping he couldn't tell how scared I was, though in that situation I shouldn't have cared.

"Okay, but d-d-don't get mad at me if you g-get tired of being Bonnie." He turned back to face the crate, looking through it again.

Actually, I can, considering you kidnapped me and forced me to make a decision, I thought, not risking him getting angry if I said it aloud.

Rachel opened the door and peered inside the dark pizzeria. She saw several tables and benches parallel to a large stage. Looks like the party room, she thought. Rachel walked inside, careful to keep quiet. She decided it would be good to pull out the pistol in her bag and load it. Holding the gun defensively she methodically checked the room to see if her friend or the animatronic who took him was there. Nothing. She moved into the hallway, gun at the ready. Tiptoeing her way down the corridor Rachel stopped in front of a storage closet. She hear rustling inside. The girl got closer to the door in hopes of hearing her friend inside.

"Where is it, w-where is it…" Freddy looked through the crate rather loudly.

Before I could say anything, he found it. "Ah, th-there it is." He gave out a robotic sigh. "Now I just need that other thing."

I once again tried to buy myself more time. "What does this… 'other thing' do?"

"There it is." Freddy grabbed some sort of metal box with suction cups attached to cords. "It's simple, r-really. It takes ev-everything that makes you sentient from up there…" He poked my forehead. "...And puts it in here." He poked Bonnie's mask. "Shall we begin?"

"I don't really have a choice, do I." I looked at him, already knowing his answer.

"You'd be c-correct." Freddy grabbed one suction cup and attached it to my forehead, then grabbed the other suction cup and attached it to where Bonnie's forehead would be. "And, i-if you are out there as m-my systems think you are, why don't you join us?" Freddy pressed a red button on the box with a rather satisfying "click."

Hearing the click, Rachel bursts into the room, gun ready.

"Ah, s-so you are joining us." Freddy chuckled a little. "N-Now, if you don't mind me, the damage to my wires is m-messing with my power distribution. I'm gonna nap. R-Right here." Freddy shut down, flopping over like a giant bear ragdoll.

Just after Freddy flopped over, Lucas passed out again. But this time, when he woke up, he felt extremely odd.

There's your second chapter, everyone. Hope I didn't disappoint anyone! - Death by Amber