"LA LA, LA LA, LAAAAA!" Ballora sang.
Foxy sat in the chair, quietly watching Ballora dancing on stage. She was singing loudly as she moved from side to side. Puppet was seated in another chair in one of the rows behind him.
Today was another boring night. Things had gone quiet around the pizzeria, and the animatronics were stumped on what to do. So Foxy decided to watch Ballora on stage today, since he had nothing better to do. Puppet had come too, which surprised Foxy, since it was the first time Puppet had willingly come out of his box in a while.
"Hey, do you guys like this new dance?" Ballora asked as she danced. "I came up with it yesterday!"
"Uh, you do realize you're not really dancing, right?" Foxy informed her as he examined her movements. "You're just bobbing up and down." Ballora's new dance was actually comprised of Ballora simply doing what Foxy had just said: bobbing up and down. Foxy didn't think it was very unique in the slightest. Foxy turned around and looked at Puppet, who was still watching Ballora. "Puppet, you see this, right?"
"Why am I here?" Puppet asked, tilting his head to the side.
"Well, aren't we both here to watch her dance?" Foxy questioned him, pointing at Ballora. "She said she had a new show for us, but...I'm not impressed."
"I was told to come here for some urgent, important information." Puppet told him.
"This is important!" Ballora insisted. "Isn't it?"
"Doesn't seem that important to me!" Puppet replied, waving her off.
"Yeah, I agree. Why should we even be here?" Foxy asked. He stood up.
"YOU GET BACK IN THAT SEAT AND WATCH ME DANCE!" Ballora screamed at him immediately, scowling at him threateningly.
"Woah, woah, woah!" Foxy said, waving his hands reassuringly. "Calm down, Ballora."
"Get back in there." Ballora commanded him again, in a creepy voice. "You will watch me dance forever, whether you like it or not."
"You know, you should show the security guard this new dance once another one comes in." Foxy suggested to her, ignoring her previous statement. "Just start dancing for them."
Ballora gasped. "That sounds like a good idea..."
"Yeah!" Foxy agreed. "Then you can finally show someone else your dancing, because we still haven't opened. We've been waiting a while for the place to open up."
Ballora seemed miffed.
"Fine, I'll stop dancing then." She growled, and stepped off of her pedestal.
"Hey, guys, remember yesterday when we were chasing that security guard?" Foxy asked Ballora and Puppet. They nodded eagerly. "Yeah, that was great! He ran out of here so fast! Did you see that?"
"Yeah, I think he peed his pants!" Ballora added, giggling.
"I remember that!" Foxy exclaimed, laughing as well. "That was awesome! He left a big mess of that stuff as he ran! That was just priceless!"
"Who cleaned all that stuff up, anyways?" Ballora asked him, raising an eyebrow.
"I don't know." Foxy replied, shaking his head. "It was just gone the next day."
"Maybe it was another security guard." Puppet suggested.
"But Puppet, didn't you do it?" Ballora asked him.
"No way!" Puppet responded, shaking his head. "I'd never clean that stuff up!"
"I mean, that's true. You don't really do much." Foxy admitted. "You just sit in your box all day. Like, literally, ALL-DAY! We're lucky we even got him out of there today!"
"I have a lot of stuff to do in there!" Puppet told them. "You wouldn't understand."
"It's a box!" Foxy shouted.
"Yeah, what could you even do in a box? It's not even as cool as my room!" Ballora added, nodding. "What's cooler than my room? I mean, I have a everything! Pink walls, a place to dance, a piano to play, and balloons for decoration! While all you have is a BOX!"
"My box is a million times better than this room alone!" Puppet claimed.
"How could a box be better?!" Foxy shouted, throwing his arms down in frustration. "I honestly don't get it."
"Someday you'll understand, Foxy." Puppet assured Foxy, patting him on the back. "Someday."
"What could even be in your box, anyways?" Foxy asked Puppet. "I mean, you might be able to fit a TV in there, but nothing else."
"Oh ho ho, if only you knew." Puppet said, smirking. "I do have a TV, though. You're right in that department."
"He actually has a TV?" Ballora mumbled, surprised. She stared at Puppet for a moment. "You're weird."
"Yeah, I don't believe it." Foxy informed them, shaking his head. "No way can your box be that cool."
"You'd be surprised." Puppet said.
"Do you have, like, birthday parties in there?" Ballora asked him.
"Absolutely!" Puppet confirmed. "Every day. And I know one thing: My box is way better than that lame dance we saw earlier."
Ballora let out a long gasp. She was horrified to hear this.
"Yeah, he has a point." Foxy added, nodding. "By the way, has anyone seen Freddy? He's been gone for a little while."
Freddy had come back today, after having been gone for a few days. Foxy has tried to question him, but Freddy dodged every one of his questions, only saying: 'I'll tell you later.' Foxy would have kept questioning him, but Ballora had called him to her room, so he had decided to save his questions for later. And Freddy said he had to run off and do something too, so Foxy couldn't have kept questioning him anyways.
"No, I actually haven't today." Ballora replied, shaking her head. "I'm a little worried, to be honest."
"Yeah!" Foxy agreed, nodding. "He said he had to run off and do something, but then he never came back."
"What could he be doing?" Ballora mumbled, turning away for a moment.
"Y'know, we should go check on him." Foxy suggested, waving towards the door. "He has to be somewhere." He opened Ballora's door. "Let's look around and see if we can find him." Ballora and Puppet nodded. The group exited Ballora's room and started down the hall. "Maybe he went to the box..."
Foxy's train of thought was promptly interrupted, as Freddy had just come down the other hallway connected to this hallway, running over to them.
"Woah!" Ballora gasped, stepping back.
"Oh, hey Freddy." Foxy greeted Freddy.
"Hey, guys!" Freddy responded, smiling. Foxy noticed that he seemed to be in a cheerful mood today. "Ah, you're just the people I wanted to see!"
"We're the only people here, though." Puppet informed him.
"Ah, that doesn't matter." Freddy said, waving him off. "Quick, follow me! I wanna show you my brand new cooking show!"
Foxy was surprised to hear this. Freddy, do a cooking show? As far as Foxy knew, Freddy knew nothing about cooking. So why would Freddy do a cooking show?
"Wait, you can't cook." Foxy said, confused.
"Oh, of course I can!" Freddy claimed. "I'm the best cook in the house!"
This was met with an awkward silence.
"He may be the only cook in the house..." Puppet admitted.
"Hold on!" Foxy cut in. "We don't eat! We're animatronics."
"That doesn't mean I can't have a hobby." Freddy said, shrugging.
"He kind of does have a point there..." Foxy admitted, shifting his feet awkwardly.
"Our hobbies are to scare security guards and other people, though!" Ballora exclaimed. "Not...COOK!"
"Well, what am I supposed to do all day and night?" Freddy asked her, frowning.
"Once again, he has a point..." Foxy repeated. "A really good point, actually."
"Mmm-hmm!" Freddy said, nodding cheerfully.
"Okay, well, where do we go, then?" Ballora asked him.
"Follow me!" Freddy commanded them, gesturing them to come his way. "This way!"
Freddy led them back down the hall he came from, right towards the front room.
And Foxy found himself gasping at what he saw.
On stage was a massive setup. Kitchen counters were set along it, decorated with various kitchen utensils and supplies, including (for some reason) a gumball machine. Fridges and ovens were set up along the stage's back wall. A sign was nailed to the front counter. In front of the stage, a long table with three chairs was set up, with some lamps for decoration.
"Woah!" Ballora gasped, seeing the seating. "I call this seat!" She claimed the seat in the middle of the three chairs behind the long table. "I want to be in the middle because I'm more important."
"Don't you guys understand what's going on here?" Foxy asked Ballora and Puppet. "He has a whole cooking show going on right now!"
"Aww, I thought it was a talent show!" Puppet whined, frowning.
"Freddy, you'd you build this in such a short time?!" Foxy questioned Freddy, pointing to the set. "This doesn't make sense! You were only gone for like, 15-30 minutes!"
"Eh, it wasn't that hard." Freddy replied, grinning.
"'Freddy's Awesome Cooking Show'..." Ballora read the sign nailed to the front counter. She looked at Freddy, incredulous. "That sounds boring."
"Nah, it's awesome!" Freddy denied, smiling. "That's why the sign says it is! And everyone will watch it, too!"
"You could come up with a better name than that!" Ballora complained, frowning at him. "Maybe like, 'Freddy's Super-Duper-Awesome Cooking Show'!"
"No, of course not!" Freddy replied, shaking his head.
"Isn't that the name of your show, Ballora?" Foxy asked Ballora questioningly.
"No, mine is..." Ballora paused. "I can't tell you that. It's top secret."
"But seriously, though!" Foxy exclaimed, turning back towards the kitchen set. "How did we not hear this?! We were so close by! There's no way you could have done this without us hearing anything!"
"Uh, you guys actually talk pretty loudly." Freddy told them, frowning.
"We were?" Foxy said, confused.
"Loudly? I DON'T TALK LOUD AT ALL!" Ballora yelled, jumping out of her seat.
"Ow, my ears!" Foxy yelped, cringing. He covered his ears. Freddy and Puppet took some steps back, also cringing.
"Alright, enough talk!" Freddy shouted, quieting her down. "It's time to eat. Sit down! Foxy, sit on the left."
"Okay.." Foxy mumbled, taking his seat.
"Puppetboi, you take the right." Freddy instructed Puppet, pointing to his seat.
"That's not my name." Puppet grumbled, sitting down.
"And Ballora, you sit in the middle!" Freddy exclaimed, smiling.
"Oooh, yay!" Ballora exclaimed, giddy. She sat back down quickly. Freddy walked up the stage's steps back to his cooking set.
"I don't know if I like this." Foxy said to the others. "Why does he have certain spots for us to sit?" Puppet and Ballora ignored Foxy, paying attention to Freddy. Foxy sighed and turned back towards the stage in his seat.
"Welcome to Freddy's Awesome Cooking Show!" Freddy announced, waving his arms in the air. "I'm gonna make you guys some great dishes today, you just wait!" Freddy began preparing food up onstage.
"Is he just throwing the ingredients on the table?" Foxy asked, skeptical. Freddy was doing that just then.
"It doesn't even look like they're freshly cooked or cleaned.." Ballora mumbled, frowning in disgust.
"I can smell those from here.." Foxy whispered. "I didn't even know we had senses."
"Is that smell...spinach?" Ballora wondered, frowning even harder now.
"Oh, you guys just wait!" Freddy said cheerfully as he kept preparing the ingredients. "This is gonna be fantastic!"
"I'm scared." Ballora whispered.
"Me too." Foxy replied. "I think I have to go to the bathroom..."
"No, you stay there!" Freddy ordered Foxy, scowling at him.
"Okay, okay!" Foxy yelled, shrinking back in his seat. "I'm not moving."
"Can I upgrade my combo to a medium?" Puppet asked Freddy, raising his hand.
"No! One size only." Freddy answered, not looking up from the counter.
"Aww..." Puppet moaned, sad. He put his hand down.
"Can I have root beer?" Foxy added, raising his hand.
"No!" Freddy shouted, still not glancing up at them.
"Do we have a pink birthday cake?" Ballora asked, raising her own hand. "I like pink!"
"Cakes are bad for you!" Freddy shouted at her, briefly glancing at Ballora for a moment before going back to his work. "You need healthy food. It's the only way you stay in prime condition to scare security guards."
"Um, he knows we don't eat, right?" Foxy whispered to Ballora. Ballora didn't reply.
"Ah, here we go!" Freddy said, finishing the food. He came down from his set on stage and walked over to the table. "So who's first?"
"Not me." Foxy said quickly.
"You know what?" Puppet cut in. "I'll go first."
"Okay." Freddy replied, nodding. "This is for you!" He placed a bowl of ramen noodles on the table.
"Alright!" Puppet said, readying himself. He began to eat the ramen noodles (a mouth hole was cut in his mask). Puppet gasped. "This is...THIS IS...I don't know what it is."
"Was it good?" Freddy asked Puppet hopefully.
"I guess so..." Puppet responded, nodding politely. "I think a second opinion is needed here."
"Okay, who's next?" Freddy asked Foxy and Ballora eagerly, bobbing up and down excitedly.
"I guess...me?" Ballora mumbled, shrugging.
"Yeah, go ahead!" Foxy ushered Ballora, patting her on the back.
"Okay, let me just grab the food..." Freddy mumbled to himself. He walked back to the kitchen set on stage and grabbed a food tray. He walked back over to the tables. "This is for you, Ballora!" He set a large tray of turkey on the table.
"Ooh, what is it?" Ballora questioned Freddy eagerly, eyeing the food.
"Ah, this is my specialty!" Freddy informed her. "Roasted turkey."
"Um, alright. Here goes nothing!" Ballora shouted. She gobbled up the roasted turkey in a few bites. She seemed to think for a moment. "Okay, well...I can't really say...uh..." She suddenly seemed horrified. "Oh god, oh no!" She quickly stood up. "I need to go!" She ran back down the hall towards the bathrooms.
"Ballora, are you okay?!" Foxy exclaimed, surprised.
"Oh, I'm sure she's fine." Freddy commented, unfazed.
"Now that I think about.." Puppet cut in, standing up. "I need to go to the bathroom and absoluetly-totally-not-my-room-because-I'm-bored." He ran after Ballora, yelling.
"Foxy, you're food's ready!" Freddy announced. Foxy turned back to the table and was surprised to see a tray of...Foxy couldn't even figure out what it was. It seemed to be some sort of unidentifiable meat with mashed potatoes on top.
"What is this?" Foxy asked, confused. "Is this even food?!"
"Ah, this is a mystery meat!" Freddy explained, grinning. "Just for you!"
"Guys! Don't leave me here!" Foxy called over to the hall. Ballora and Puppet came into the room, confused.
"What is it? You okay?" Ballora asked Foxy, confused.
"Freddy gave me this food. I don't know if I should trust it." Foxy informed them, pointing at the meat. Puppet and Ballora examined it, perplexed. "He says it's a mystery meat."
"Mystery meat?" Ballora asked, confused. "It looks like cake to me."
"Agh, you know what?" Foxy moaned, giving up. "I'll give it a chance. You guys had Freddy's cooking already, so here I go.." Foxy gobbled up the meat. Foxy suddenly seemed shocked. "Oh...actually...I can't believe it." Foxy stood up and backed up a few paces. "That was actually good!" Foxy jumped up onto the table, happy. "It's so good, I could just dance on this table!"
"I knew you would love it!" Freddy exclaimed, smiling.
"Wait, we can't taste anything, though." Ballora chimed in, confused.
"I know, but that was the best...non-tasting food I've ever had!" Foxy replied, grinning. "It went down my circuits so fine!"
"Ah, I'm glad you enjoyed it!" Freddy cut in, smiling happy at Foxy.
"I'll give your cooking show a five out of five on my own website!" Puppet added, giving Freddy a thumbs up.
"You have your own website?" Freddy asked him, frowning.
"Yeah!" Puppet confirmed, nodding. "It's where I do food reviews!"
"Oh." Freddy mumbled.
"You never leave here, though!" Foxy cut in. "How do you do food reviews?"
"In my box." Puppet told him. "I have everything there. Internet is the best."
"Again with the box. I don't understand..." Ballora said, puzzled.
"I feel like we need to go check out this box." Foxy decided.
"I agree." Ballora added, nodding.
"Let's go!" Freddy shouted.
"Investigation!" Ballora cried. She ran off towards the box.
"No, wait!" Puppet called after her, horrified. "It's not ready!" He ran after her. Foxy and Freddy also gave chase. They went down the hall into the room with Puppet's box. Puppet quickly pushed Ballora away and climbed into his box.
"No, you're not getting in my box!" Puppet declared, shaking his head.
"Hey, let us in there!" Freddy ordered him, scowling.
"No!" Puppet replied.
"Why not?!" Freddy asked him.
"It's not ready!" Puppet explained, waving them away. "You'll be invited one day, but not today."
"Okay, Ballora, I have a plan." Foxy whispered to Ballora. They went over to the other side of the room. "Freddy, you too. Come here." Freddy came over as well. They huddled up. "Okay, so the plan is: We're gonna trick him into thinking we're leaving. Then we're gonna come back in a couple of hours and sneak in."
"Okay, good plan." Freddy whispered, nodding. "He'll never know." They broke their huddle.
"Okay, let's do this." Foxy mumbled. He went over to Puppet's box. "Hey, we don't wanna go in your stupid box, anyhow! We're gonna go now. Bye!" They began to leave Puppet.
"And we definitely won't be back in a couple of hours!" Freddy added, shaking his fist at Puppet.
"Freddy!" Foxy shouted quietly at Freddy, frowning.
"Heh, I got him." Freddy mumbled, grinning deviously. The group walked back down the hall.
"So, has anyone seen any security guards lately?" Foxy asked the others.
"Do you mean the ones in the pit, or the alive ones?" Ballora asked him.
"Alive one? Where's the alive one?" Foxy questioned her.
"I don't know. That's why I'm asking you." Ballora answered. "I've seen the ones at the bottom of the pit."
"You know, I dunno.." Foxy mumbled.
"I haven't seen any." Freddy commented, shrugging.
"Well, whatever." Foxy responded. "It's gonna be morning soon so we should go now."
"Oh, I have to clean up my set!" Freddy exclaimed. He ran off down the hall.
"I have to practice my new dance moves!" Ballora added. She ran back into her room, shutting the door.
"Yeah, and maybe IMPROVE upon it!" Foxy yelled at her. He went down the hall and into the front room. He passed Freddy as he walked to his cove. Freddy was currently cleaning up the set, as he said he would. "See you tomorrow, Freddy."
"See you tomorrow!" Freddy responded, waving at him.
"Bye!" Foxy waved back. Then Foxy entered his cove, ready for another good night's sleep...
