Author's Note-

I just blew my own mind. Actually, all you guys blew my mind. I was wondering how to see how many views this story got, so I messed around until I found it, and BAM! This story has over 500 views! (And over 200 visitors, but I'm not sure what that is). So, now instead of me thinking that only seven people are seeing this, I can think that hundreds of people are seeing this. You guys are all super awesome! I devote this next chapter to all of my beloved readers.

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It was horrible. Quinn couldn't believe what she was seeing. She stumbled back in shock, her back hitting the wall. She forced herself to calm down and assess the situation.

There was blood; lots of blood, all over the ground. In the middle of the sickly red liquid was an empty Freddy suit.

Or is it empty?

Her conscience argued over what to do with two separate voices. This is what Quinn imagined was going on inside her own head:

"Open it; you have to know what's inside!" That was the curious part of her brain.

"But the blood..!" said the squeamish side of her.

"You have to!"

"But…"

"Do it!"

Unfortunately for her squeamish side, curiosity won out, even though curiosity always killed the cat. She hesitantly approached the Freddy suit.

There was a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. When she got closer, there seemed to be eyes in the eye holes of the suit. That's normal, right?

Not if it's empty, stupid, logic told her. It could just be an endoskeleton in there.

She mentally told herself to shut up.

Slowly, she walked up to the Freddy suit and placed her hands on the head. She gently pulled it up, and the head popped off of the suit.

And revealed a second head underneath.

Quinn dropped the Freddy head and screamed. It wasn't an animatronic head or even an endoskeleton –it was a human head. The eyes were drooping out of the sockets and the mouth was hanging open in an eternal cry for help.

It dawned on her almost immediately who it was. The person in the suit was someone who had helped her on the first and second nights of her job. The dead body was Ted.

That was what she had called him, at least; she didn't know his actual name. He had been the night guard before her, and had been the one leaving the phone recordings. She couldn't believe the animatronics would to this.

Or could she? She remembered how scary they had been on her first night. They had each tried to kill her, and that was something she wouldn't forget, no matter how much she tried.

She heard metal footsteps outside. Someone must have heard me scream, she figured frantically.

She hurried to the door and locked it. The animatronics were her friends, but this made her question where she placed her trust.

A few seconds later, the handle on the door jiggled, and Quinn involuntarily inhaled sharply. Her heart raced, and she thought, what if they try to do to me what they did to Ted?

"Quinn?" someone called from outside. It was Freddy. "Are you alright?"

"No!" she replied somewhat hysterically. "Go away!"

"We need you to come out here, Quinn."

"Why? So you can kill me?"

"What?" Freddy sounded astonished. "Why would you say something like that?"

"Maybe you should ask the dead body!"

There was silence before he responded. "Quinn, what are you talking about?"

"You know perfectly well what I'm talking about."

There was a murmuring of voices. "Just unlock the door so we can talk about this," said Bonnie, joining the conversation.

"I'm staying here, where you can't get me!"

"If you're not coming out, we're going to have to come in."

Instead of responding, Quinn dragged a shelf in front of the door. She then looked around, searching for a place to hide.

She spotted a shelf full of empty heads. She climbed onto the second row of shelving and pulled a Bonnie head over her own. It came down to her chest, and so she crawled behind a box of spare parts. It would seem like she was just another head.

Suddenly, a red-orange fist punched through the door. Quinn was able to observe everything through the eyeholes of the head, and the hand reached around and unlocked the door.

Freddy, Bonnie, Foxy, and Chica all walked in. Adam was missing from the bunch, which she was grateful for. The little tike couldn't have been involved in this mess.

To her horror, said toddler came running into the room, slamming into Freddy. "What's in here?" he asked excitedly.

Freddy quickly covered Adam's eyes with his hand. "Nothing here, just go play with Chewbacca."

Foxy sighed. "I'll go play with 'im."

"Oh no you don't, fox. You can't get out of it this easily. Chica can go play with Adam."

Adam clapped. "Yay!" He wriggled away from Freddy's arm and burst into the hallway, out of Quinn's view. "Come on Chica, Chewbacca wants to show you something!"

Quinn watched her leave. It was just Freddy, Bonnie, and Foxy left in the room with her.

Freddy stared sadly at Ted's corpse. He then looked around the room. "Quinn, come on out. We can explain this."

Quinn stayed silent, shaking slightly. Foxy scratched his head with his hook. "It doesn't look like she's in here."

"Where would she have gone?" Bonnie reasoned. "Maybe she's in one of the suits."

The animatronics began searching in empty suits and even under heads, where she clearly wouldn't have fit.

Bonnie came to the shelf she was hiding on. Quinn quieted her breathing, and she felt her blood pounding in her head. Panic took over, and she squeezed her eyes shut.

All of the sudden, her hiding place was ripped off. Bonnie cast aside the empty head.

"Quinn, it's okay. Let us explain." He reached out a hand, but she pressed herself back into a corner.

"Stay away," she told him, her voice quivering.

"Quinn…"

Foxy and Freddy joined him, creating a looming shadow that enveloped her. She stared at her feet, avoiding their eyes.

"Don't be afraid," Freddy reassured her. "We aren't going to hurt you."

Quinn moved her gaze up and made eye contact with Freddy. "How do I know that? You killed Ted!"

"If you come out, we can tell you what happened."

"No!" Quinn dropped her gaze back to her feet. She felt a hot tear drip onto her knee, and she prayed that it wasn't the end for her.

~X~

Seeing Quinn so afraid nearly broke Bonnie's heart. Metaphorically; he didn't have one, but his non-existent heart felt her pain.

It was worse than the second night when they had been looking for Adam. Then, they were simply killer robots. Now, they were her friends who had betrayed her trust.

There had been two much hurt in Quinn's life. Just over twelve hours ago, her brother was beating her, and now she was feeling emotional pain, and Bonnie couldn't help but feel it was his fault.

He had helped kill that night guard. He didn't want to, but the spirit of the child had forced him to.

"Quinn, let's talk about this."

"Do it quick."

"What?"

"When you kill me. Don't make it painful."

Bonnie nearly stumbled back. Here was the girl he had developed feelings for, asking him to kill her quickly. His mind could hardly comprehend it.

He refused to give up, however; he sat on the shelf Quinn was seated on, and he had to duck his head just so the top of his ears would fit under. He turned to look at her, and when they made eye contact, she froze.

"I won't hurt you," he said, extending a hand. She tried to move away from him, but she had backed into a corner.

"How do I know?" she asked him, fear in her voice.

"Are you kidding? I care too much about you to kill you. You might not have noticed, Quinn, but you mean a lot to me."

"You… you're just saying that."

Foxy ducked to look at Quinn and she turned her head to face him. "He ain't just sayin' it, lass. I know ye have had a lot to think about and may have overlooked it, but he cares about you a lot, and more than just family."

Quinn looked back at Bonnie. "Really?"

Bonnie nodded. "Remember movie night, when you showed us Star Wars? You fell asleep and leaned on my shoulder. That was when I realized how much you mean to me." Quinn started to relax slightly, so he continued. "And when I saw the camera feed of your brother hurting you, I got so mad. I broke a tablet and threw around chairs. It may have seemed like I overreacted when we talked, but I just want you to be safe."

She unfolded her legs and let them hang over the side. "Bonnie, I don't know what I should say."

"Then don't say anything. I know you're afraid, but if you just let us explain this, I promise it'll be okay." He smiled at her.

To his joy, she returned his smile. He got up from the shelf and offered his hand to her, which she accepted, and he pulled her up out of the shelf.

"What happened here?" she asked quietly. "Why did you kill him?"

Bonnie sighed. "We should explain somewhere else."

Freddy and Foxy walked out of the supply closet, and Bonnie and Quinn followed them. She still hadn't let go of his hand.

They went into the main room where the stage was, and they each sat down on the steps. Bonnie glanced at Freddy, motioning him to start explaining.

"Why am I doing all the explaining around here..?" he muttered to himself. He then looked at Quinn, who was waiting for him to start.

"I already told you why we kill the night guards," he began, "so that makes this a bit easier. Well, this night guard, who you call Ted, was doing pretty well. He was on his fourth night. But we have an… aversion to people making it to their sixth night."

"Why?" Quinn asked.

"On the sixth night we get violent. As in really, really violent. I'm not sure why it happens. There's only been one person to make it to their sixth night, and he survived literally five minutes. You know that the spirits of the children want us to kill night guards, but sometimes we kill them out of sympathy. We didn't want 'Ted' to go through too much pain. We killed him quickly. It would've been horrible if his face got ripped off…"

Quinn held out a hand, signaling for Freddy to stop talking. "Okay… I've heard enough."

Bonnie was listening to Freddy explain when he came to a sudden realization. "Quinn, tomorrow is going to be you're sixth night…"

She looked at him, fear flashing across her face for a moment. "What do I do?"

"You have to quit."

"W-what? I can't just quit, Bonnie."

"You have to," he said almost pleadingly. "I don't want to end up killing you."

"But you won't, right?"

"I don't know. What if I did?"

Quinn sighed and gripped Bonnie's hand. "Then I'd be dead."

"Please, don't come to work tomorrow. You can call in sick; just don't come."

"I have to Bonnie. I'd rather be here than home, anyway, even if you guys are trying to kill me."

"Is it that bad?"

She shrugged. "There's a lot going on. Besides, who would they get to replace me? No one's going to volunteer. And if I came back the next day, it would still be my sixth night."

"So quit. Or even work as a day guard! You can still be here, but we won't hurt you. You can witness Adam's big debut, too."

Quinn smiled briefly. "When is that anyway?"

"It's in two days from now."

"I can make it through night six. I'll bring backup."

"Backup?"

"Remember when I told you my brother was involved with gangs, and I sometimes was too? I got a little too much involved this one time, but I ended up having a few people indebted to me. So I can just pull in a few favors, get a Taser maybe?"

"I saw you with one of them on your second night, by the way. What happened to it?"

"It was my brother's, so he 'took it away' after he found I had it."

"Oh."

"Bonnie, I'll be able to survive. If I don't, then I don't, and maybe I'll even be happier."

"Why would you say that? Are you saying you want us to kill you?"

"No, of course not. I'm just saying that now I understand why you would. You're not a cold-blooded killer; you don't have a choice."

Bonnie frowned. "Fine. If you're going to come, though, get here early. We're going to make sure you survive."

"Deal."

Just then, Adam came running onto the stage. He was clutching his Chewbacca plushie and was followed by Chica, who was calling for him to stop running. The little bear just laughed.

"Can't catch me!" he shouted. He then saw Quinn and broke into an even wider smile. "Hi Quinn!"

"Hey Adam!" she replied.

Adam leapt down from the stage, skidding to a halt. He giggled when he saw Bonnie holding Quinn's hand. "Are you guys gonna to kiss?"

Bonnie's eyes widened and Quinn just smiled at Adam. "Why do you ask?"

Adam shrugged. "Chica said that you guys would be a cute couple, and couples kiss and stuff."

Chica sat on the stage next to them. "I did not."

"Yeah you did!" he argued. "You said, 'Bonnie and Quinn would be so adorable together! I can't wait to see them kiss!'"

If robots could blush, Chica would have. "I didn't say that!"

Quinn smiled. "It's alright Chica."

Bonnie shifted uncomfortably, and Chica shrugged sheepishly at him. He would've glared, at her, but he didn't.

Because at that moment, Quinn leaned over and kissed his cheek. He felt happiness that he hadn't known was possible, even though it was just his cheek. And while his suit was metal, there were sensory wires running all over it, almost like a nervous system, so he could feel it.

There was a squeal from behind, them, and Chica was there with a camera. How she managed to take a picture without him noticing, Bonnie didn't know.

"That was the perfect moment!" she cried. She raced over to show Freddy and Foxy.

Freddy grinned. "Aw. That's so cute." It was uncharacteristic for the bear to say something was "so cute".

Foxy nodded. "That indeed be the perfect moment."

Adam and Chica slapped a high-five before darting away giggling.

"They planned that?" Bonnie asked.

"It seems so," Quinn agreed. "I have a feeling they'd make a dangerous pair."

"Not as dangerous as ye two," Foxy added.

Bonnie and Quinn both smiled, but said nothing.

"Should we leave ye guys alone?" Foxy asked.

Bonnie could tell Quinn was about to reply when the alarm on her phone sounded.

"That's the end of my shift. I'll see you guys tomorrow." She got up and began to walk away.

"Wait." Bonnie stood up and started after her. Quinn turned around to face him. "Don't forget to come prepared."

"I won't," Quinn assured him. "Hang on… what about Adam?"

Bonnie face-palmed. "I'm not really sure what we're going to do with him."

"He could stay with me in the office," she suggested.

"That would probably be best," he agreed.

"I'll see you tomorrow. Tell Chica and Adam I said goodbye."

"I will."

Bonnie watched her turn and leave. He heard the pizzeria door open and shut, and he breathed out a sigh.

"Please let her survive tomorrow night," he muttered to himself. "I don't think I could live with myself if she died."

~X~

And that's chapter seven! Be sure to let me know if you like it or not. Do you think Quinn will survive Night Six, or will I have to make a new protagonist? Or maybe Jerry the day guard will take over her shift… just kidding. He wouldn't be able to handle even Adam. For all you people who are worried, however, Adam will make it out fine. Sorry to spoil the ending, but we can't have our favorite animatronic getting hurt, can we? Adam's your favorite, right? Right?