Author's Note-

Okay, so I got a few more follows. Yay! Thanks for your support, even if you haven't commented, I know you're there :) So yeah. Enjoy the chapter!

~X~

Freddy smiled as he watched Foxy chasing Adam, trying and failing to catch the little bear. Adam was surprisingly fast, even for his small size. Freddy couldn't help but laugh out loud when Foxy tripped over a loose floorboard, causing Adam to giggle uncontrollably.

The sound of a door opening caught his attention, and soon enough he saw Quinn walking in. She greeted him with a wave, and Adam ran up to her to give her a hug. Freddy sent her a wide grin, but his smile faded into a frown when he saw a huge bruise near her eye.

"What happened?" he asked, walking up to her.

"Huh?" Quinn cocked her head. "What do you mean?"

"Your bruise," he clarified. Freddy leaned close to her face to inspect the injury.

She gently pushed his head back with a finger. "That? It's nothing. I just… tripped."

Freddy raised an eyebrow. "You tripped?"

"Yeah… I was, uh, walking home last night, well, technically this morning, and I tripped and fell onto the pavement. It was dark, so I couldn't see very well."

He almost rolled his eyes at her terrible lie. He didn't press the issue, however, deciding to figure it out later.

Chica and Bonnie came in, while Foxy was slower, somehow out of breath (a thing Freddy still didn't understand, them being animatronics and all).

Chica immediately went into "protection mode". "Quinn, your face!" she exclaimed. "What happened?"

Quinn waved a hand dismissively. "It's nothing. I just tripped."

"I'll get you some ice!" Chica ran off into the kitchen.

"Are you alright?" Bonnie asked concernedly.

"Of course. Thanks for asking, though."

Adam looked up, since he couldn't see what they were talking about. "Quinn, I wanna show you something! Come on!"

Quinn smiled at the animatronics as she turned and followed Adam into Pirate's Cove.

Freddy beckoned Foxy and Bonnie over to him.

"What be the issue Fred?" Foxy asked.

"Quinn didn't trip," Freddy responded. "Her bruise is definitely something else."

"Then how to you reckon she hurt herself?"

"I'm not sure exactly, but I think we should find out."

Foxy scoffed. "We can't exactly leave the pizzeria."

"And we don't have to." Freddy turned to face Bonnie. "You're good with computers, right?"

"Yeah," Bonnie responded, "I'm no game designer, but I can do basic coding and some wiring. Why?"

"I was hoping you could rig one of the cameras to be portable."

"Rig one of the cameras…" Bonnie frowned as he came to a realization. "You want to spy on Quinn?"

"Not spy," Freddy corrected. "We're just going to see what goes on once she leaves in order to preserve her well-being."

Bonnie crossed his arms. "It's still spying."

"Yes, but what if it turns out somebody hurt her? Then we would have had the chance to help, and we never would have even tried."

Bonnie's fist clenched. "Fine. But if I think we're seeing too much, then we stop."

"It's a deal," Freddy said, shaking hands with Bonnie.

Bonnie left to go start building the camera. Before he disappeared backstage, he said, "Make sure to keep Quinn out of this room."

~X~

For what was the hundredth time that day, Quinn rubbed the bruise on her face. It was dangerously close to her eye; she was lucky it wasn't damaged.

It hurt like heck, sure, but she'd dealt with worse. Besides, she was used to it anyway. Of course, she'd never tell the animatronics that. They seemed to care about her a lot, even if it had only been a few days since they were trying to kill her.

Speaking of killing, she thought, why did they want to kill me? I still have to ask Freddy about that.

An adorable giggle broke her out of her thoughts. She turned to Adam, who was watching a kids' TV show she had brought. There was a bin under her bed full of old movies and shows she used to watch, so she had deciding to bring a few for Adam to watch.

She couldn't remember the name of the one he was watching right now, but he was enjoying it. It was a perfect moment to slip away.

She quietly walked out of Pirate's Cove and into the main room where she found Freddy and Foxy in a deep discussion.

"Hey guys," Quinn said, giving them a wave. "What's up?"

Foxy cast a concerned glance at her, and Freddy elbowed him. "Just talking about the movies we watched yesterday."

"How'd you guys like them?"

"They were great," Foxy replied. "And between ye and me, Han shot first." He winked at her.

Quinn laughed. "Obviously. I'd love to talk more about Star Wars, but I came here to ask a serious question."

"Shoot."

"On my second night, I asked Freddy why you guys wanted to kill the night guards, and he said it was a long story. While I have time, I was wondering if you would explain it to me."

Foxy looked at Freddy. "I think ye should handle this. I'll go watch Adam."

Freddy stared as the fox went into Pirate's Cove somewhat hurriedly. Quinn cleared her throat. "So… explanation?"

"Right. I'm not sure if you know this, but a while ago, there were five children here that were… murdered." Quinn gasped and covered her mouth in shock, but she nodded for Freddy to continue. "Their bodies were shoved into animatronic suits. These suits, to be exact."

"So, there are dead bodies inside you guys?"

"No, no. The bodies were, uh, removed, a long time ago. But for some reason, the spirits of the children stuck around. They kind of molded into our personalities. There are some plus sides; we can experience emotions that as normal robots we never could. But we have an uncontrollable desire to kill night guards."

"But why?"

"When the children were killed, they were tricked into going backstage by a man wearing a night guard uniform. That was the last thing they saw before they… died. Most likely, they want revenge, and see all night guards as the same one who killed them."

Quinn was silent for a while before she spoke. "That's… horrible. I can't believe someone would murder children!"

She was furious and wanted so badly to punch something. Luckily, Freddy was able to keep her from doing anything rash.

"Hey, hey, that's in the past. What's happened has happened, and there's nothing we can do about it. But it's okay, we don't want to kill you anymore."

That seemed to calm her down. "Do you know why?"

"Not really. You're asking the wrong person."

"Who should I ask then?"

"I don't think you can ask anyone, really."

Quinn suddenly thought of something. "Hey, what happened to Chica? Wasn't she going to get some ice?"

"I hope she didn't get hurt or anything. She's probably in the kitchen."

Quinn ran ahead, dashing into the kitchen with Freddy close behind her. She couldn't resist a laugh when she walked in.

There was ice scattered all over the floor. Scattered wasn't a suitable word. It was more like piled. Quinn was ankle deep in ice, and Chica was sitting in the middle of it all.

"What happened?" she asked between laughs.

"It's not funny!" Chica complained. "I was trying to get you some ice, but the machine was broken. I tried fixing it, and suddenly it started making ice faster than I could pick it up!"

"The water bill's going to be so high…"

Freddy couldn't resist a jab. "And the manager's going to blame you for it."

Quinn shrugged. "It's not like he'd fire me. Everyone else is terrified of you guys."

Freddy frowned. "The kids love us."

"But the adults are afraid of you. Don't worry; you guys are all just big teddy bears. Literally, in your case."

"Whatever."

Quinn smiled reassuringly at Chica. "You can just leave this ice here. I'll ask the cleaning crew to clean it up." She paused and lowered her voice. "I think they're afraid of me," she whispered with a grin.

"Why would they be afraid of you, Quinn?" Chica asked.

"I don't know, but apparently 'anyone who can survive three nights with those things is a witch'."

Chica took the opportunity for a movie reference. "You're a witch, Quinn."

"How do you know Harry Potter?"

"We finished all of the Star Wars movies, and there was another on the disk, so we watched it."

"Harry Potter is my second favorite movie franchise of all time!"

"Let me guess? Star Wars is first?" After seeing Quinn nod, Chica continued. "Slow down, though. Don't get all 'fangirl' on us now."

"If you think I'm going fangirl now, just wait until I bring my lightsaber collection."

"Nothing dangerous, I hope?"

"No promises."

Just then, Adam came running into the kitchen. Whatever he was going to say died in his throat when he saw the ice. "Woah!"

Adam ran into the large "sea" of ice. It came almost halfway up his legs, and he jumped into it, expecting to dive. However, he hit his head as soon as he dove.

"Adam!" Quinn cried, worried for his safety.

The little bear didn't move for a few seconds, and then he leapt up. "This is so cool!" he exclaimed.

Quinn sighed with relief, and Freddy rolled his eyes at the unintended pun.

"You want to help clean this up, Adam?"

"Do I have to?" he asked, his tone sounding like a whine.

"No, but we can play a game. If you can clean up more ice than me, I'll bring in another Disney movie for you to watch."

Adam thought about it for a moment. "Can I watch Star Wars?"

Quinn smiled. He's learning the ways of life, she thought, amused. "Even better, I'll buy you a Star Wars toy."

Adam clapped his hands. "Yay! You're the best Quinn!"

"You have to beat me first," she reminded him.

"Oh yeah. How do we play?"

Quinn grabbed to large trash cans and moved them into the center of the room. "This one is yours," she said, pointing to one, "and the other is mine. You have to put more ice into your trashcan than I do."

"I bet I'm gonna win!"

While Adam started to clean up, Quinn took out her phone and put on the "clean up" song. Eventually, Adam understood the words and was able to sing along. Freddy and Chica even joined in until they were all singing (save for Bonnie and Foxy, who were missing from the room).

Quinn had to admit, she was having fun; the most fun she had ever had in a while. She loved being with the animatronics, and Adam was like the little brother she never had.

After about a half an hour or so, the ice had been cleaned up from the floor, and everyone had the "clean up" song stuck in their heads.

Adam ran up to his trashcan. He couldn't see over the edge, so he asked Quinn to tell him if he won or not.

Quinn patted his head. "You won by a longshot, buddy. You did awesome!"

Adam gave her his signature leg-hug. "Will you buy me a Star Wars toy now?"

"I'll come back with one tomorrow," she agreed.

Adam reached down and touched the toe of her shoe. "I like your feet-socks," he said with a grin.

"Aw, thanks Adam." She didn't bother to correct him on "feet-socks".

"You're welcome!"

"Looks like someone has amazing manners," Quinn noted.

"Thanks!" He beamed at her. "Foxy showed me a spider web on the inner-net that helps teach manners!"

Quinn chuckled. "Spider web? Inner-net?"

"Yeah! The thing you look at on computers."

"Oh," Quinn realized, "you mean a website on the internet. I see."

"So that's what it was called…"

An alarm sounded somewhere and Adam covered his ears. Quinn jumped in surprise, but then realized it was just her phone.

"Oh, I guess my shift is over. I'll see you guys tomorrow." She bent down on her knees to give Adam a hug. "I'll bring your Star Wars toy tomorrow," she reminded him.

He clapped. "Thanks Quinn!"

She stood up and looked at Freddy and Chica. "Bye guys. Maybe you'll like watching Disney Junior with Adam."

Freddy waved as she left. "Bye, Quinn. Be safe on the way home. Be careful that you don't trip."

A small feeling of guilt enveloped her. She felt bad for lying to the animatronics.

"Bye!" Adam shouted as she left the kitchen. "I love you!"

Quinn smiled and felt her spirits soar up. "I love you too, Adam. See you tomorrow!"

She left feeling happy, which was an emotion she hadn't experienced since signing up to be the night guard. More importantly, she felt like she belonged here. Like she was part of a family.

~X~

Bonnie walked into the kitchen where Adam was playing with some frying pans and Freddy and Chica were talking about the movies they watched last night.

When Freddy saw him, he abruptly ended his conversation to talk to the rabbit. "Did you plant the camera?"

"Yep. It should be on the top of her shoe, so that we can see whatever's going on, and it's small enough that she shouldn't notice it."

"How did you manage that?"

Bonnie smirked. "I just asked Adam to put it there. Bribe him with a stuffed animal from the gift shop, and he'll do just about anything."

"You shouldn't bribe children," Freddy scolded, yet couldn't suppress a smile. Adam was so adorably innocent.

Bonnie frowned. "I still don't like doing this, but if you're sure it's best for Quinn…"

"I'm sure," Freddy confirmed. "Besides, what could go wrong?"

"Don't jinx it," Bonnie muttered as he walked away.

~X~

How'd you guys like Chapter four? It seems we're getting a better look at Quinn's personal life, doesn't it? Yeah. I should know. I'm the writer. Heh. But in all seriousness, you guys are the best! Without all you people following and faving (favoriting?) and reviewing (yes, all six of you) I wouldn't be writing this! Okay, I might be writing it, but I'd certainly be a bit more depressed. It's good to know you guys have my back in the internet world. On a side note, I did look at my story while in the middle of writing this and I noticed Harmonics Rioter left another review. Thanks for all that you say. You are literally my favorite reader. Next chapter we'll obviously be looking at Quinn's personal life. Do you guys think the animatronics are being too nosy, or do the ends justify the means? Let me know; I like to know what you guys think of my story.