Chapter 6:
Bonnie stumbled outside in a daze. Despite the diner being closed, he had stayed until the end of his shift. The purple-haired youth simply hadn't known what else to do; the events of earlier still had his head spinning.
Bonnie had read about the GRID in the papers, and though he harbored no ill feelings towards homosexuals, it had never occurred to him that Freddy—his employer, his coworker, his friend—might be gay. To him, the idea of someone being attracted to their own sex had been just that: an idea, an abstract concept, something far away and intangible. That is, until now.
"Yoohoo, Bonbon!"
A sugar-sweet voice derailed Bonnie's train of thought. He jerked his head up.
"Chiquita?"
His girlfriend sidled up to him, pecking him on the cheek.
"Silly honey-bunny, you promised to meet me after your shift, remember?"
"Oh yeah...I'm sorry, it's just been quite a day."
"I heard! Didn't your boss admit he's a pedo or something?"
Bonnie nearly choked on his own spit.
"W-what? He's not a pedophile, he's gay!"
"Pffft, same thing."
"No, it's not!"
He shook his head so emphatically that his bangs nearly whipped her face.
"How did you hear about any of this, anyway?"
"Oh, everyone's talking about it."
Taking a step back, Bonnie ran his fingers nervously through his hair. If the story spread all around the neighborhood, the diner would lose even more customers. What if Freddy decided to pack up and leave for good? Just the prospect sent a chill through Bonnie's bones.
"Holy shit..."
"Lighten up, Bonbon! He chose to be queer, now he's facing the consequences."
"But it's not a choice! He hasn't done anything wrong!"
Chiquita looked at him askance.
"Sweetie, why are you defending your boss? He's a freaky sex pervert—he said it himself!"
"No!"
The force of this outburst surprised even Bonnie, but he couldn't stop himself. Words flowed like a river from his heart to his mouth.
"There's nothing wrong with Freddy! He...he's the kindest, funniest, most amazing guy I've ever met."
Eyes narrowed, Chiquita jabbed a pink fingernail into Bonnie's chest.
"Don't you snap at me!"
He pushed her hand away roughly.
"Don't talk about my friend like that!"
"That's it!"
Chiquita's voice raised to a screech, and she balled her manicured hands into fists.
"If you like that creepy bastard so much, then you can go out with him! We're through!"
As Chiquita stalked off, Bonnie suddenly felt overwhelmed. He slumped down at a nearby bench—the same one upon which he had kissed Chiquita just last night. His ex-girlfriend's words repeated in his head like an echo in a cave. Bonnie tried to brush them away, but no matter what, he couldn't change what had just transpired.
He had chosen Freddy over his girlfriend.

Head down, Freddy trudged his way along the streets toward the Fazbear Family Diner. Chica had urged him the previous night to reopen today, but truth be told, he didn't feel ready to face anyone, employee or customer. Nevertheless, there he was, en route.
He tuned the corner and stopped short. A crowd was huddled around the front of the diner, some muttering, some gasping, some giggling. Murmuring an occasional apology, Freddy elbowed his way to the heart of the herd. A quick glance upward froze him in his tracks.
"No...oh God, no..."
Every window on the diner was smashed, and sparkling shards of icy glass littered the floor inside. Nested among the pieces were bricks.
But that act of hatred was nothing compared to the insult directly above. Sloppy spray-painted defiled the sign he had spent so many hours carefully designing.
"Fazbear" had been changed to "Fagbear."
Freddy finally managed to tear his gaze away. Still breathing hard, he plodded into the building. Chica and Foxy were already inside, gaping wide-eyed the broken glass under their feet.
"We're done."
Their gazes snapped to Freddy, who stood unsteadily among the wreckage of his dream, lip quivering.
"You don't mean—"
"I'm shutting down the diner. We're done."
With that, he disappeared down the hall like a shadow.
Foxy opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again.
"I—I can't believe he's just going to give up."
Chica turned on him like the wind in a storm.
"For hell's sake! After what you said to him?! Of course he's feeling low!"
Firy wrath radiated from her; Foxy leaned back, trying to put as much space as possible between himself and the woman before responding.
"How was I supposed to know he's gay?"
"His sexuality shouldn't even make a difference! Look at all he's done for you—for all of us!"
Chica took a step forward, standing so close to Foxy that their noses were almost touching. Her voice lowered to a harsh whisper.
"Would you define a chef by her gender, too? Or a man by his disability?"
With that, Chica stalked away to find a broom for the mess on the floor, leaving a wide-eyed storyteller in her wake.

A/N: In the 80s, the LGBTQ movement and the 2nd Wave Feminist movement would occasionally join forces. I just thought this was interesting, and it's why I figured Chica would react the best upon discovering Freddy was gay.