Wow. That last chapter just happened. I end up just, like, writing anything that pops into mind. Before you guys read what happens, comment what you think Foxy's going to do. Anyway, PM me if you haz suggestions on what I should do next. I have the rough details of my story all planned out, but if you want to see any kind of specific detail, kind of like a cameo... but... with an object, or a special animatronic. Hehe, I'm not smooth with words.

Cookies.

The word rang in Foxy's head like a church bell.

Cookies. Why couldn't she have baked a cake? Or maybe some scones? Just anything... But... Cookies...

"Ah..." Foxy grunted, obviously perturbed by the baked sight.

"...Is something wrong, Foxy?" Chica frowned, and slouched her shoulders a bit, her violet eyes boring straight through Foxy. He didn't know... But she may or may not have baked them for him.

"Well... N-no. I guess me voice box glitched up a bit."

She stood up straight again, regained her perky smile, and set down the tray. The putrid smell penetrated Foxy's nostrils, making him gag a bit.

Freddy, bonnie, and Mike enjoyed the smell quite a bit though. They were leaning over, trying to inhale as much as they could of this amazing aroma.

Chica smiled. She was happy to please them, and she couldn't quite place where she had learned to bake. It just, sort of happened.

Freddy snuck a bite off a cookie. He was surprised at how good they tasted. After all, it was her first time baking. Chica urged Foxy on with her eyes.

"Why do I do this..." Foxy asked himself as he reached a torn up metal hand towards the cookies.

His sharp teeth sank into the soft, warm, and sweet circles of sugar.

Freddy's eyes were as big as dinner plates, to say the least. Had Foxy just eaten a cookie? He despised those things... Why did h- Oh. Freddy popped a ginormous grin, and Foxy shot him a hateful look. Freddy excused himself to the restroom.

He had a bad case of explosive laughter, it exploded throughout the pizzeria. And Chica, along with Bonnie, tilted their heads.

"Um... What's so funny?" Chica asked.

"Lass, Freddy's just a bit... odd..." Foxy said through a mouthful of cookie. They weren't horrible, but he wouldn't admit that.

After a few chews, Foxy swallowed the cookie.

"So...? How was it?" Chica said with hopeful eyes.

Apparently he did have to admit it.

"They're good, Chica." Foxy said. He couldn't tear his gaze off of her soft violet eyes. She couldn't tear her gaze away from his glowing yellow eyes.

Bonnie passed a purplish hand across the beam of their combined gaze, which snapped them both out of there trance. Freddy walked back out to see Foxy and Chica blushing a bit, and looking at the floor. Bonnie shrugged.

Freddy snorted, trying to get their attention. It made Foxy jump.

"Oh, thine rosy cheeks shine bright amongst the crowd, Lover Boy." Freddy snickered at the end. He didn't mean to be mean, he just loved to mess with Foxy. Mike was just silent through the whole thing. He was very curious at how the new animatronics interacted with each other. Of course he knew they were... Ehem, alive, but never like this.

"I'll make ye walk the plank if another word escapes yer ugly trap." Foxy bared his teeth.

Freddy was unamused. He raised an eyebrow and said;

"Oh no, not the plank... My uncle Vernon walked that thing."

Foxy scowled and looked at the cookies.

"I should check on stuff again, I'll be back." Mike added an Arnold impression at the end, of which the animatronics were unaware of. They just though the was being weird. No one thought much of it at first, until they heard a shrill cry coming from the security office.

"NO YO- GET BACK HERE!" It was Mike.

All of the animatronics bolted into the security office.

"Mike, what happened?!" Freddy said as he popped through the door.

"That, thing, it stole my tablet!" Mike said as he peered around the corner. The thing was currently grabbing anything it could find around the counter. Including... the cash register.

"NO!" Mike ran at full speed towards the endoskeleton looking thing. It was a bit surprised, but regained its posture and bolted into the vents.

"N- GET BACK HERE YOU... THING!" Mike was enraged.

Mike and the animatronics spent the rest of that night searching for the theft. At one point, they thought the heard the door open, but when they went there, nothing had happened.

*5:47 A.M.*

"Uh... Guys, I need to start thinking of an excuse. Mr. Hunter... There won't be words for how angry he'll be..." Mike was shaking.

The animatronics took there positions on the stage an in the cove, giving Mike one last sympathetic glance.

A few minutes after, Sebastian walked in the door with a happy smile. He was curious why Mike wasn't in the office.

"You alright Mike...?" Sebastian asked. He was worried, Mike was never out of his office.

"Um... Yeah. I guess" His voice was still horribly shaky.

Of course, Sebastian had to glance over to where the cash register used to be. He was not happy with what he saw.

"Mike... Anything weird happen on the security cameras last night?" He had a bit of sarcasm in his voice, which mike detected. Mike sighed.

"Look, I know it looks horrible."

"You're right about that." Sebastian's smile was now replaced with a horrible angst ridden face.

"It wasn't me. I'll just say it, it wasn't me."

"Then who was it, Schmidt?" The sound of his last name hit hard. His boss had never called him by his last name since he was hired.

"Ah..." What was he going to say?

"Exactly. Mike, you're f-"

"Wait, the security cameras must've caught who did it!" Mike said, a bit of a smile hinting at his lips. He dashed to the security office, and then remembered the tablet was gone as well. It was the recorder, as well as the player.

"Funny story..." Mike was dead. he knew it.

"Listen, I don't want to think it's you... I'll give you one last chance. We'll go to you're car. Check if the items are there."

Mike was relieved. He might not completely get off the hook, but at least the suspicion wouldn't be on him too much any more.

*K-CHUNK* The car door opened.

There was the cash register, and the tablet.

Needless to say, he got the dreaded pink slip. He didn't even have time to say goodbye to the animatronics.

"Listen, I'm going off really easy on you. Honestly, I don't know why I'm being so stupidly nice." Sebastian said.

"I won't report you. You're fired, and I don't want to see you around this place. Ever again." Sebastian frowned at Mike, and walked back into the restaurant.

Mike was officially banned from the animatronics, nearly his only friends, without any sort of goodbye.

Sad chapter is sad. ;-; Anyway, wow we're progressing! PM me blah blah. Tell me what you guys thought of this chapter. I was working on it all day, so it's an awfully long one. 'Night people! C: