Disclaimer: I do not own "Five Nights at Freddy's" or its characters.

"So… what are those things anyway?"

Toy Freddy didn't answer the bunny's question. Figures – it seems like the so-called "leader" didn't know everything after all.

The group of five animatronics was, at the moment, exploring the dark and ominous "spare parts room", where they had to go in case they needed repairing.

Toy Bonnie sniffed and wrinkled his nose at the sight of seemingly never-ending layers of dust and wires hanging from the ceiling. That place was obviously one that the staff did not bother with keeping clean. He kicked a piece of spare metal that was on the floor casually, trying to not look at the "things" he had just asked about again.

In the dark room, there were four other animatronics asides from the Toy Bots – these robots did not seem to be active, however, and looked so broken Toy Bonnie couldn't see why they were still around. A junkyard would be the most proper place for them…

Still, he couldn't help but notice how similar the broken robots were to the Toy Bots. The one closest to him, a purple bunny, was definitely similar to him, except for the color and lack of rosy cheeks. That and its whole face was missing.

Toy Bonnie sniffed again. That thing was creepy. The way it had no face but it still seemed to be staring right into his circuits…

The bunny shuddered, and quickly looked around him to make sure no one had seen it. Luckily, Toy Freddy was too busy admiring the broken bear in front of him, and the girls were not looking at him either. As for Balloon Boy, the loud balloon enthusiast had vanished into the dark corners of the room to do God-knows-what.

He kicked the purple rabbit harshly, as if to punish it for scaring him. "What is this old piece of junk? If they have us, why do they need these?" he questioned aloud, putting on a brave face.

The chubby bear grunted. "Bonnie, just because they're old, doesn't mean they're expendable," he said. "They might be here to get repaired."

Toy Bonnie grunted. Whatever. He didn't like that room. He didn't like those old robots. Naturally, he'd have to refrain from telling the others that he was scared of them too.

A loud squeak made him jump slightly, until he realized who had caused the noise.

Toy Foxy had gotten scared by one of the broken robots – a large red fox that had a hook in his hands. The timid white fox was now shaking uncontrollably as she hid behind Toy Chica.

"T-this place… i-is scary…" she whimpered.

The bunny felt an urge to go comfort the white fox, but did his best to control himself. Luckily, Toy Chica took over and obliged to her friend's silent request to leave that place immediately.

"Yeah… I think it's time to leave," she said, looked around. "Balloon Boy? Where is Balloon Boy?"

Toy Bonnie huffed. "Who cares? That guy is annoying anyway…"

"Don't be mean, Bonnie," Toy Chica scolded. "I think he's sweet. And he's just like a kid, so you better not treat the children like that when the pizzeria opens."

The bunny shot her an annoyed look. "Don't be mean, Bonnie", "don't say things like that, Bonnie" – honestly, did the other robots have nothing better to do than constantly nag him? He was the way he was, why couldn't they just accept it? No, they had to be always making him feel like he was the only jerk around the pizzeria.

His eyes darted towards Toy Foxy, who was still doing her best to not look at anything on the dark room. He looked at floor, feeling suddenly angry with himself for some reason, and then stomped out of the room. He was not going back there again if he could help it.

"No – I'm warning ya – get off me, ya brats!"

"Bonnie, don't call them brats," scolded a sweet chirping voice belonging to Toy Chica.

Toy Bonnie ignored her and pulled his arm away from the children's grasp.

The blue bunny was not having a good day. Day after day he had come to the conclusion that the kids that frequented the pizzeria were loud and obnoxious to the point of him preferring to stay put on the stage rather than climb off it and face the beasts.

They just wouldn't stand still for one minute! "Bonnie, I want cupcakes", "Bonnie, let me play your guitar" or "Bonnie, are you a girl?" – was what they constantly cried out. He was so done with them… and it was only his fourth day on the job. The pizzeria had been open for not even a week and he was already considering retirement…

"How is work going, Bonnie?" Toy Freddy wanted to know, strutting his way towards the guitarist.

Toy Bonnie glared at him. "What do ya think fatso?" he grunted. "It's the third time today the kids have tried to take my guitar. That happens one more time and I'm out of here."

The chubby brown bear frowned. "Now, Bonnie… It's our job to watch over them, we can't just leave…"

"Yeah do what ya want," the bunny spat. "I'm not in the mood to deal with these brats."

And with that, he stormed away, ignoring Toy Freddy's calls and the kids he passed by. He really wasn't in the mood to work that day. Truth be told, he rarely was in the mood.

Ever since he had been activated, he couldn't fathom why he had to entertain those annoying kids, playing those stupid songs and having to put up with their constant whining and begging. Plus he had to handle the other bots. A bunch of boring goody-two-shoes they were, as far as he was concerned – always playing by the rules and putting on a fake smile to the kids, no matter how much they were annoyed by them as well…

Especially that Freddy… acting so proper and polite, like he was so righteous and the boss of everyone. Just because Mr. Anderson said the bear was supposed to be the leader, didn't mean the bunny had to do what he told him. He should be the leader. Yeah, then those brats wouldn't get away with all the things they do. Like what they do to Toy Foxy…

Toy Bonnie instinctively headed towards Kid's Cove. As much as he thought that he had a hard time dealing with the kids, no one had it as bad as the white fox.

Sure enough, once he got to his destination, he saw a scene that had, unfortunately, become a regular at Freddy Fazbear's.

The kids were surrounding Toy Foxy, in a way that ensured the only way she'd be able to get away would be to knock them over – something the kind-hearted fox would never do, of course. They were all having fun in their own twisted way by picking Toy Foxy apart, just to see "how she worked", as they claimed.

The bunny's green eyes narrowed at the sight. He stomped towards the kids and loomed over them with the most intimidating stare he could make – a hard task to achieve, considering how girly the mechanic had made him look. God, that still made him grieve…

"What are ya brats doing?" he growled.

The children looked back at him, and for once, it seemed his glare was working. At least, they looked slightly apprehensive once they spotted him.

"We're just playing…" one of the children tried to justify.

"'Playing', right. How would ya like it if I took this fat arm of yours," the animatronic hissed, grabbing the child's arm – not too roughly, naturally. "And yanked it off your shoulder, uh?"

All the children gulped in almost perfect unison.

The blue bunny smirked. "Ya wouldn't like that, would ya? Beat it, then."

The kids stood up and ran off, leaving Toy Bonnie and Toy Foxy alone. The bunny looked down at the white fox, who was sobbing quietly. The green parrot that always accompanied her – Parrot Parr was his name – was lying on the ground, face down, without making a sound. A weird one, that Parrot Parr. Always gave people weird stares, and mimicked whatever it was they said. Toy Bonnie wasn't too sure if he liked him.

"Ya just gonna stay there, moping around all day?" asked Toy Bonnie. "Get up and pull yourself together – literally," he added, picking up one of the fox's arms, which was right next to his feet.

"T-thank you…" Toy Foxy said weakly. It looked like the mere action of looking up at him to smile took all of her effort.

Toy Bonnie looked away from her as he stood up. She looked nothing like she did when the pizzeria first opened.

Every day, the kids seemed to make it their goal to destroy her, and the staff's efforts to fix her were half-hearted at best. It didn't matter anyways – even if the staff fixed her, the kids would get back at messing with her the next day. Even the kids Toy Bonnie had just scared off probably wouldn't take too long before they'd go back at bothering her.

Was it because she was so gentle? It had to be – the kids knew she would let them get away with anything, and wouldn't stand up for herself. If it was him… Ha, he'd like to see those brats try and do the same to him…

He felt bad for Toy Foxy. Even if he was mean to her on occasion – which he was to everyone, really – she still treated him nicely and never called him out on anything. She was a kind soul. If there was someone who didn't deserve to be treated like this was her.

"B-Bonnie," she called in a whisper. "C… Can you h-help me?"

The bunny looked at her. She was trying to stand up, but her legs didn't seem to be working properly.

"Fine," he sighed, making it seem like it was more of a hassle than it really was. He didn't mind talking with Toy Foxy, or helping her – but he wouldn't tell her that. "Ya know, if ya weren't so sweet with these kids, they wouldn't take advantage of ya like they do."

Toy Foxy's ears dropped and she smiled bitterly as he picked her up and helped her stand. "B-but it's our job, right? T-to make them… h-happy…"

"Right…" Toy Bonnie looked at the fox for a few seconds before letting go of her.

Their job was to make kids happy. And make sure they were safe. Toy Bonnie knew that. But to make the children happy, did that mean they, the robots, had to be miserable…?

A new week of work had started.

It was amazing how things had changed in just three days – three days since the time when Toy Bonnie helped Toy Foxy up and scared the kids away from her. Now, he couldn't do that anymore. She was going to have to endure that same torture from the kids daily.

The management had decided that, since the kids were having such a "wonderful time" with playing with Toy Foxy, and it was a burden to repair her every day, she was just going to be used as a pick-apart-and-put-back-together attraction from that day onwards.

How could they have done that to her? Toy Bonnie just couldn't understand why they could just let the kids do whatever they wanted to the white fox and not be bothered by it in the slightest. They didn't care – that was it; they just didn't care.

It was night, and Toy Bonnie was up and off the stage first, as usual. Without kids constantly nagging him to play, he didn't mind getting off stage. Even though he already knew every inch of the pizzeria by now, exploring it at night was a completely different experience. The rooms looked… different at night. He avoided the spare parts room though, obviously.

That day was the beginning of a new era for another, possibly more positive, reason. There was a new night guard watching over the pizzeria.

Toy Bonnie had had the pleasure of meeting the previous night guard. Some guy called Mattheus O'Vancey – at least that's what it read on his name tag. The guy freaked out the first time he saw the blue bunny – as expected – and from that point on, the guitarist had his fun scaring the night guard from time to time. Nothing too serious, of course; just putting his face close to the camera and showing up suddenly at his office. The guy was obviously more of a coward than Toy Bonnie expected, though, because he asked to be moved to day shift so he wouldn't have to deal with the robots' antics at night.

So, now there was some new night guard watching the place, and Toy Bonnie wanted to be the first one to say "hi".

"Bonnie," the robotic chicken called suddenly. "You're not thinking about bothering the night guard are you?"

Yes. "Why do you guys just assume that I'm always up to no good?" he asked to no one in particular. Noticing the chicken's stare, he sniffed. "Fine, alright – I'm just gonna go there, say 'hi'…"

"And scare him so much he won't come back," Toy Freddy concluded, giving the bunny an accusatory stare. "We don't want this guard to be anther Mattheus O'Vancey."

The guitarist bunny huffed. Honestly, it wasn't his fault that this Mattheus O'Vancey was such a wuss. With a cool name like that, he expected the guy to be tougher really.

"Look, the guy already looked kinda sick when he first started working," he said. "So I messed up – big deal, the guy's fine anyway. It will be different with this one."

"How do you know that?" Toy Chica wanted to know.

Toy Bonnie looked at her with a bored look. "'Cause our dear head of security chose him," he explained. "Some Jeremy what's-his-face. Plus I'll be careful."

Both Toy Freddy and Toy Chica looked at him with the expression of someone who didn't believe a word he was saying. Why was it always like that?

The bunny rolled his eyes. "If ya don't trust me, then why don't ya join me?" he suggested. "Let's play a game – see which one of us can get to the night guard first. Ya guys can make sure I don't do any 'nefarious actions'," he added, making air quotation marks around "nefarious actions". "And we'll have some fun. We never have anything to do at night anyway."

Toy Chica tilted her head and looked at the bear next to her with a doubtful look.

The bear, however, seemed thoughtful. "Let's say we agree," he said. "What do we win if we get him?"

"Bragging rights?" Toy Bonnie replied, shrugging.

"I'm out then," Toy Freddy stated, going back to a semi-meditative state.

The chicken looked at the bunny. "… This is just for fun, right? We're not gonna hurt the night guard… right?"

"Chica, please," Toy Bonnie sighed. "Do ya really think that poorly of me? I would never hurt a human just for fun. This is just a game. If the night guard isn't a total wuss, he might have fun too."

After a few seconds, Toy Chica smiled. "Okay then. Oh, can I tell Balloon Boy? He might want to join. I don't think Foxy would though…"

Toy Bonnie paused for a few seconds. He wasn't too sure if would be okay for Balloon Boy to join the game.

The bunny knew for a fact that neither he nor the robotic chicken would be cruel towards the guard in any way; the balloon-wielding robot, however… The small robot had changed a lot in just a week. In the beginning, Toy Bonnie thought the child-like robot was annoying – always pestering others with constant questions and cheerful attitude – but now, his personality had done a complete 180. He almost missed the obnoxious and loud Balloon Boy when compared to the new one, always grumpy and playing mean pranks on others.

"Do whatever, but he's your responsibility if he decides to join," he declared.

Once Toy Chica disappeared in the darkness of the hall, Toy Bonnie hopped off stage and headed towards one of the party rooms. He was checking the party hats absent-mindedly when he spotted a red light on the camera located up in the ceiling.

'So the night guard's watching me, eh?'

The bunny smirked, and waved at the camera. He then pointed at his eyes and then back at the camera, to tell the new night guard that he was most definitely keeping an eye on him too. And, soon enough, they'd be face-to-face.

With a short chuckle, he hopped into the darkness, so that the night guard would be unable to see him. The game had just begun.