As the pizzeria was snowed in for the holidays, there was no guard posted, which left Freddy and the others to reminisce about times gone by.

"Man," Freddy started, "We've really been through a lot these past few years, haven't we?"

"Aye," Foxy replied. "What about it?"

"Well," Freddy continued, "remember the last restaurant?"

"Don't remind me," Bonnie replied, "I was in shambles back then."

"Don't forget about Chica," Freddy added. "She was hideous compared to today."

"W-what?" Chica stuttered. "B-but I still liked pizza, right?"

Freddy nodded. "Of course," he replied.

"Yay!" Chica cheered.

"Of course," Bonnie continued, "Foxy has pretty much looked the same since those times."
"Of course, landlubbers," Foxy exclaimed. "I need to keep these here looks for me fans!" Bonnie and Freddy just placed their hands over their faces at the sheer idiocy of Foxy's statement.

Bonnie looked back up. "Well while we're talking about the last restaurant," he started, "remember some of those guards?"

"Of course," Freddy replied. "Only back then, there were more of us…"

Guard #6

"How long has it been since we came out?" Bonnie asked.

"Easily a few days," Freddy replied.

"Pizza!" Chica exclaimed.

"Wait, where's Foxy?"Bonnie asked.

"I think he might've left," Freddy replied once more.

"Well," Bonnie started, "I'm gonna go find him," Bonnie rose from his stationary position and walked out the service room, despite his disfigured appearance.

"W-wait," Freddy stuttered.

"PIZZA!" Chica shouted as she, too, emerged from the room despite similar disfigurement. Freddy just put his hand over his face.

"Unbelievable," Freddy sighed as he decided to remain motionless in the room. He was thinking about some small memory fragment, although he wasn't sure what it was about.

Moments Later

"I'm back," Bonnie replied as he sat back down next to Freddy.

Freddy shook back online. "W-what time is it?"

"Nearly four," Bonnie replied. "Why? Wiped out from earlier?"

Freddy tilted towards Bonnie. "What do you mean?" Freddy asked.

"Don't you remember?" Bonnie replied. "You were sitting in the guard's spot while he wondered off somewhere."

"No, I wasn't," Freddy replied.

"W-well," Bonnie stuttered. "Who was?"

Freddy finally stood up as well. "I don't know, but I'm gonna find out." After a moment of stretching, Freddy finally emerged from the parts room and immediately noticed Chica wondering around the bathrooms, while Foxy remained surprisingly still in the party room; he also thinks he saw the newer model of himself, but he wasn't too sure.

At any rate, Freddy entered the party room and spotted the guard at the end of the hallway,

"Well now," Freddy told himself, "it's only the guard." After noting it, he noticed the guard pull out a replica head and place it on his head, now bearing the appearance of Freddy himself.

"What?" Freddy asked. "He wants to look like me? How exciting!" Freddy immediately took off down the hallway to greet his new costumed friend; however, before he could say hi, a thin, black figure popped out from an air vent and pounced on the lookalike.

It was over. The guard was dead.

"Seriously, puppet?" Freddy shouted. "I was going to greet him, and now you've gone and killed him."

The puppet just looked up at Freddy. "I didn't kill him," it replied. "He was just surprised by my appearance."

Freddy put his hand over his face once more. "I share a roof with morons."

"Wow," Bonnie replied. "But what importance does that serve us now?"

Freddy shrugged. "It doesn't, really," Freddy replied. "I just wanted to lighten the mood."

"But…" Bonnie started.

"Shut ye mouth," Foxy said to Bonnie. "I have no memory of this, so I happened to like Fazbeard's story."

"Did I still eat pizza?" Chica asked.

Like before, Freddy nodded. "Of course, Chica."