"So… do you play any instruments?" Bonnie asked me shyly. It was the day after I passed out on the job, and he had wanted to be with me first.

"I play piano," I said, observing the animatronic. Each of them had their own unique personality; it was one of the restaurant's pulls. But Bonnie seemed so… unlike the others.

"Really?" The bunny's ears perked up. "We always wanted a piano player, but… well…" He glanced over at Foxy, who was hacking at a chunk of wood with his claws.

"Foxy wasn't really suited for the job?"

"Neither is… Chica, She… she has no fingers… she can't play."

"Such a shame," I replied.

"But we… we have a keyboard backstage. I could go get it. I mean, if you'd like."

"Sounds fun." Bonnie stood up and went backstage, but I wasn't really prone to follow him. Just a few days ago, the animatronics were trying to drag me back there to kill me, so I was happy with just sitting on the show stage. Foxy looked up from his hiding place in the cove and waved at me. I waved back.

"I found it!" Bonnie was back onstage, messing with a few wires and blowing off dust. Finally, he beckoned me over. Indeed, it was a keyboard, bright yellow with red accents, likely to fit in with Bonnie's guitar. I stretched my fingers along the keys. It'd been so long since I was at a piano, and the cool, smooth brought back memories of warm fires and cinnamon and cranberry herbal tea.

I found the power button, turned on the keyboard, and experimentally played a middle c. It rang out, clear as a crystal, and perfectly in tune. A world of possibilities flashed before me. I could play anything I wanted to. I flipped through the music book of my memories, searching for something to play. I made my decision, set both hands on the keys, and played.

Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven. Its soft, aching melody flowed from the instrument, into my soul. Bonnie was beside me, watching. He seemed to relax as I played. But I soon lost myself in the world of music. My hands knew exactly what to do. I slipped up several times, especially on the repeating triplets, but it didn't matter. I was making music.

When I finished, I looked up from the instrument to see Foxy right in front of me. "Ahh!" I almost fell over, but Bonnie steadied me.

"Are ya okay, lass?" Foxy was by me in an instant, worried. "Didn't mean to startle ya."

"I'm fine." I stood up and nodded my thanks to Bonnie, and then noticed Freddy and Chica were there too.

"We heard you playing," Chica explained. "We wanted to see. No one's used that keyboard since… ever."

"It was quite lovely, Lexi," Freddy agreed.

"If only you were an animatronic," Bonnie said, suddenly more excited than I'd ever heard him, "then we could have you in the band!"

I stiffened. I knew he meant nothing by it, but Bonnie had just… said…

He seemed to realize it. His ears drooped. "I… I didn't mean… Lexi? You know I…" he started mumbling incoherently.

Something grabbed my arm. I nearly screamed before I realized it was Chica. "How about you come with me to the kitchen?" She said. "I can show you how we make pizza,"

"That sounds like a good idea to me," Freddy said, and Chica dragged me off.

"Don't be hard on him when you see him again," Chica said as we walked. "He didn't mean it. He just speaks without thinking when he's excited."

"Bonnie, you mean?"

"Yes, of course. Who did you think I meant, Foxy?"

Sarcasm Huh. "You guys just rarely refer to each other by name. I was just making sure."

"Alright. Well, we're at the kitchen! Come on in. Mi casa es tu casa."

It was quite the impressive place. Large fridges, huge ovens, and stacks upon stacks of food. I'd seen it before, but not while empty, and definitely not at night.

"So first, you get pizza dough from the freezer." Chica pulled out two balls of dough. One for her and one for me. "Now roll it out until it's flat." She handed me a ball and a rolling pin, then set to work on her dough.

"You all are very close, aren't you?" I asked.

"We've known each other for twenty years now."

"So, who do you get along with the most?"

"Ja—…Bonnie."

"Is that why you defended him so easily?"

"You knew he didn't mean it. Spread the sauce all over the dough while I heat up the oven."

"Sorry. It's just I don't want to think about anything remotely similar to being stuffed in a suit,"

"It's understandable. Spread it out more. The sauce is too thick in the left side."

I did so, and then we added cheese. Then Chica carried the pizzas to the oven and put them in.

"It will be muy, muy caliente when it comes out, so let me handle it."

The two years of Spanish I'd had in high school deciphered some of what she was saying. "Are you… this is going to sound weird, but… are you part Hispanic?

"Argentinian," she specified.

"Interesting. I guess so you're more racially diverse."

We talked more about the others, mainly Bonnie. Then the topic of Foxy came up. "Why is Foxy out of order?" I asked.

She stopped. "…Have you ever heard of the Bite of '87?"

The phone guy had mentioned it my first night. "Yes. Something about biting off a frontal lobe."

"It's very, very sad. Y pobre Aiden…" She paused. "If you want to know more, you should ask Foxy. But not tonight. There's been enough pain for one night."

It turns out that right then our pizzas were finished. And it was almost six.

"It looks like your pizza came out well. Muy bien."

"I should get ready to go. Say bye for the others, for me, will you?"

"Lexi. It's your last night, technically. Will you come back?"

I thought of Freddy, calm and kind, and Bonnie, shy and gentle and sweet, and Chica, somewhat temperamental, but loyal and protective, and finally, Foxy, brash and bold, loud and gruff, but with a tender side beneath it all. Friends…

I smiled. "Definitely."