Climb any mountain,

Foxy begins to blush. They did not...

Bonnie and Freddy begin to giggle as Chica continues to smile calmly. Rubbing the back of his neck, Foxy nods slowly. "Yeah...I guess..."

"Ah, it's fine, Foxy. I'd like to see Toy Chica again. She's always been a mature and good friend to me. And generally the rest of us." Foxy lightens up a bit. At least he's not the only one with a goal. Freddy nods in agreement. However, they all knew what was originally going to happen to them, and wondered if it actually took place.

"What if they're scrapped already?" Bonnie asks, eliciting yet another set of glares form Foxy, Chica and Freddy. "Just asking." Chica rolls her eyes.

"I don't know, Bonnie. What if they didn't? Have a little faith. You and Mangle were together too, y'know?" Bonnie sighs.

"She wasn't half bad..."

"Then why did you leave her to burn up in the restaurant?" Foxy questions testily, glaring daggers at Bonnie, who gave no reply.

"Guys...please stop bickering..." Freddy says, putting his arms out. A silence besets them all, all looking at Freddy. "You know what? Maybe we can ask the new night guard. That won't be so hard, won't it?" Freddy sighs.

As if on cue, keys jiggled outside the double glass doors of the pizzeria. The robots didn't make a single movement, knowing that they were going to be caught anyways. The familiar night guard opens the door and enters, looking at Show Stage the moment he enters. The four robots and Mike had a mini-staring contest for a solid minute, with nothing but silence.

"Hello..." he says, dragging out the final syllable. Foxy awkwardly waves back without blinking or saying a word. "I'll just be back in my office...so...yeah..." he smiles lightly and walks down the west hall, disappearing into his office.

"Well that was weird," Bonnie says.

"Should we do anything?" Chica asks, mostly to Freddy, who shakes his head.

"Don't pay attention to him. He's not here to bother us, and if he doesn't we won't either." Chica and Foxy nod. "Now...regarding Toy Chica and Mangle..."

"Oh, yes. Uh, we should probably ask him now," Chica suggests. Foxy and Freddy nod in affirmation. The chicken and fox stand up, get off stage and walk down the dining area, heading for the office.

Foxy couldn't believe it. It's been eight years, and his friends STILL can read his mind; it didn't come as a surprise at first, but now that Foxy thinks about it, he realizes how obvious they made it sound. I guess it was, his love for Mangle HAD lasted for that long. And now, he can finally have a chance to figure out if he ever CAN see here again, which definitely made his heart pound with excitement.

The thought of his little white angel...the one he hasn't seen for eight years...is finally being payed a visit. Foxy simply could not wrap his head around it. They're actually MEETING for the first time! It might've been a simple joy for everyone else to meet a long lost friend that was destined to die, but for Foxy, it meant the WORLD to him. He wasn't sure how she felt about his confession though. He wasn't even sure if she remembers it, or if it clouds her mind everyday.

'What if they're scrapped already?' Mental Bonnie asks.

'Shut up, Bonnie! Nobody likes you!' Mental Foxy screams at him. Mental Bonnie begins to cry like a baby in the scene going on in his head.

The metal door that bordered the West Hall and Office slammed close, the thick metal making a loud CLUNK as it hit. Chica sighs and knocks on the door. "Hello? Night Guard?"

"His name is Mike..." Foxy whispers. Chica nods.

"Hey, Mike? Look, sorry about...what happened last night." No answer.

"Come on, Mike. Chica's being serious. None of us here know what happened to her last night. Please forgive her." Still no answer. Foxy exhales exasperatingly. This guy wasn't this paranoid, was he?

But yet again, they ARE merciless robots that could probably maim him and lead him to his horrible death if they felt like it. It probably wouldn't be hard. "Please, Mike?" He comes behind the window.

"Go away!" he yells. The feathered robot rolls her eyes.

"Fine, you don't have to open the door, but can we just ask you a few questions?" They could both hear a disgruntled night guard behind the doors.

"Alright, but nothing weird!"

"Yeah, we won't," Foxy reassures.

"Um...are the toy animatronics actually scrapped?" Chica asks straightforwardly. There was a pause in the room.

"Toy animatronics?"

"The robots from the old restaurant, the one that burned down eight years ago? Ring a bell?" Mike eventually takes a light gasp, remembering something like that. Mike stops for a moment behind the window, the gears in his brain turning.

"Yes...actually..." Good, they were getting somewhere. "Police ruled some sort of arson with all of the jerry cans and accelerant marks on the wood. Pretty cool forensic science, huh?" But he knew that wasn't what they were looking for. Clearing his throat, he asks, "Why did you wanna know about that?"

"Well...we wanted to know what happened to the toy animatronics. They were really good friends of ours and all..." Mike stopped to think.

"None of the workers and managers ever told me about them, but I'm happy to ask them when I get a hold of them." The two animatronics smile, grateful of his rather generous offer.

"Thank you so much Mike! You can keep your doors open for as long as you like! We won't bother you, promise!" Chica exclaims, jumping up and down with glee. Mike squints, looking at Chica skeptically.

"Nah. I'll keep 'em here. I've got plenty of juice." Chica shrugs it off, walking back to Show Stage.

"I won't hurt you, lad." Foxy states plainly. Even though Mike didn't believe him, his expression lightened a bit. The thought of an animatronic resisting Mike's death felt like a wonder compared to everyone else, who were hostile at pretty much all times when Mike was around.

"So who are YOU looking for?" Mike asks, his hand nearing the DOOR button. Foxy chuckles.

"Aye...she's a beaut..."

"Who, Toy Chica?"

"No..." Foxy looks away from the window, leaving Mike puzzled.

"Then who?" Chica smiles deviously, looking at Foxy. Foxy burned a bright red. She answers for him with a smug smile.

"Mangle."

Cue the "BUT THAT'S WHAT U DID IN T3H LAST CHAPTUUUR!111!one!" reviews/PMs, but that's just how this one ends, ladies and gents. Sorry if this disappointed any, this chapter didn't have as much story than I would have speculated if I were to be following this series.

Stay bread and eat cool, my friends.

Thanks anyways!
-DWalkthroughGuy