Later on, both Chica and Foxy awoke alongside Bonnie, laughing and in good spirits, but as soon as they laid eyes on Freddy, the smiles dropped clean off their faces.

The three animatronics had tried several times to apologize to the bear for getting drunk and trashing the restaurant. They even offered to clean up the mess themselves, but Freddy shook his head no. He didn't allow any of them to assist him, and if they tried, he would give them that look of his that made them step back.

All day, Freddy kept cleaning up the pizzeria and fixing the broken furniture (the three animatronics, in their drunken state, had also broken nearly every piece of furniture available to them). Not once did he ever look at his crew, nor did he speak a word to them. He simply tidied up the place by himself, his face unreadable. Bonnie, Chica and Foxy all stood by, solemn and silent. They all felt incredibly guilty for causing the mess and having Freddy clean it up without their help. Every one of them all thought it was their fault.

Bonnie thought that if he had never "come out of the closet", then the party wouldn't have started in the first place.

Chica thought that if she hadn't decided to throw the party, they wouldn't have had a reason to start throwing food and breaking stuff.

Foxy thought that if he hadn't pulled out the rum, they wouldn't have gotten so crazy.


A few hours later, the pizzeria was finally sparkling clean; no more food in sight.

Freddy put away the cleaning supplies in the Kitchen. He was utterly exhausted: his fur was all matted and bedraggled, and his eyes looked sunk and he was trying not to shut down right then and there. Once everything was put away, he gave his crew one final disappointed look, then retreated back into the Office. The doors whooshed shut and the locks turned.

At that moment, Chica became overwhelmed with emotion and started sobbing. Foxy pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly, not caring that her tears of oil was staining his fur. "Tis alright, Chica," he said softly to her.

"N-No, it's not!" she bawled. "This is all m-my fault; I never should have thrown the party in th-the first place...!"

"Nay, lassie, 'tis not yer fault," Foxy said, hanging his head. "I shouldn't have brought out me ol' pirate rum. It's me fault..."

"No, it's my fault!" Bonnie said to the two of them, not noticing his voice box was getting squeaky again. "I-I shouldn't have ever confessed to you guys that I was in love! This was stupid of me; I never should have said anything! And now Freddy hates us all!"

At the sound of the word "hate", Chica started wailing louder in response. "I-I don't want to be hated!" she cried.

"Shush, me love, tha' Cap'n don't hate none of us," Foxy said soothingly to her. Then he turned to face the purple bunny. "Now, lad, don't be sayin' those kinda words. Tha' Cap'n don't hate us; he's jus' upset that we trashed tha' place. But we learned our lesson, didn't we?

"And I don't wanna hear ye sayin' that yer love was stupid, lad. 'Tis a wonderful thing, bein' in love. We jus' took tha' celebration a li'l too far."

Bonnie sniffled, not wanting to cry again. "It's s-still my fault," he muttered. He looked towards the direction of the Office. "He wouldn't even let us apologize to him! What if he's madder than we thought?"

"I don't doubt that he's mad, Bonnie, me boy," Foxy said, his ears drooping a bit. "But jus' give him some time to cool down his servers. Ye know how he gets. Soon enough, he'll be coming out and talking to us like normal." He shivered a little, hugging Chica closer. "Mind ye, I never like his silent treatment. Gives me the shivvies."


About a week later, Freddy was still not talking to the crew. He eventually had to come out of the Office, though, for the entertainment of the children on the weekdays, but other than that, he made no necessary contact with the others. It was scary: Freddy was all bright sunshine for the kids, but at night, he would return to the Office, never coming out. Chica wondered if he was eating at all. She would head over to the Office door every night with food to offer him, but no answer would come.

Bonnie took it the hardest. He felt like all of this was his own fault, not the others'. He felt like he had personally let Freddy down and betrayed his trust.

I don't deserve his love...n-not anymore. Why would he ever take me into his arms...after what I did? Look at me, I caused Freddy to be mad at Chica and Foxy, too, and they don't deserve it! None of them do, they were just trying to make me happy about my...you know.

B-But it doesn't matter anymore. Now Freddy is mad at all of us, and it's my fault.

...

I...I can't...I CAN'T DO ANYTHING RIGHT! WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!

...

I have to talk to him. For real this time. I...I can't just do this anymore. I want him to wrap me in his arms. I want his love. I want his warmth...but I can't have it like this. Not while I'm undeserving of it.

I can't be like this anymore.


"F...F-Freddy? It's me, Bonnie," the purple bunny said, knocking on the Office door tentatively. When no answer came after a while, he knocked again, slightly louder than before. "Freddy? Come on, I-I know you're in there...p-please...talk to me."

Still no answer.

"P-Please, Freddy!" Bonnie cried, feeling his voice squeak again. The tears started falling down his face for the third time. Man, Bonnie, you're such a baby... "I...I-I just... *ahem* Okay, look, if you don't wanna speak, th-that's fine. B...But please...hear me out."

Bonnie cleared his throat, but then he ended up coughing a little. "F-Freddy...I'm really, really s-sorry about wh...wh-what happened back there. Please don't be m-mad at Foxy or Chica...th-they didn't do anything to deserve it. They were only trying to make me happy. It's all my fault, Freddy...all of it...a-and if you're so mad...th-that you never want to speak to me again...I-I understand. Just...don't be mad at the others.

"...Y-You probably are tired of me b...bothering you...I'll leave now...to leave you alone..." With that, Bonnie turned away and walked away, his eyes still spilling tears. He tried to clear his throat again, but was stopped short with another cough.

Once he was in the main room, Chica and Foxy came up to him, concerned. "Did he talk to you?" the chicken asked.

Bonnie shook his head no.

Chica started to tear up. "This is terrible!" she cried. "Freddy's never been this mad for so long!"

"Aye, lassie, I reckon it's odd of tha' Cap'n to behave this way..." Foxy said, crossing his arms worriedly. His good arm (the one without the hook) rubbed his other arm (he always did this when he was anxious). "I know he ain't tha' most talkative landlubber, but..."

"I-I don't want him to act this way..." Bonnie squeaked. He worriedly scratched the back of his head. "I-I just don't...don't-"

The purple bunny's eyes suddenly widened as he bent over, coughing. There was a sharp pain eating away at his chest, and it was rapidly moving to his throat. "Ahh...!"

"Bonnie?" Chica asked, looking up from her tears.

"Lad, what's wrong?" Foxy asked, surprised.

Bonnie tried to say "I don't know!", but instead of saying words, he let out a hollow screech that seemed to intensify the pain in his chest and in his throat. Surprised at hearing this, he tried to speak again, but only another screech came out. That last one made him double over in coughing fits again.

"What the hell?!" Foxy stumbled back, nearly losing his balance.

Chica covered her ears (or what would be her ears), since Bonnie's screeches were loud and ear-piercing. "What's going on?" she asked, scared.

Bonnie felt a gurgling substance crawling up his throat. He coughed once more, and thick black oil protruded from his mouth and nose. He let out another terrified screech at seeing this.

Chica shrieked in terror. "Bonnie, no!" She ran over to him as he kept coughing and lost his balance. "No! No, not you! Oh, my God!"

Foxy completely panicked. He had completely forgotten about this! He quickly turned towards the Office and screamed at the top of his lungs, "CAP'N! BONNIE'S VOICE BOX IS BROKEN! HE'S SPEWIN' OIL!"