Author's Note-

Hello, readers! I haven't yet viewed any PMs or reviews (if they're working again) because I really wanted to get my ideas down before I forgot them. So please enjoy this chapter, which I have been thinking about for a while now.

~X~

Adam perked his ears up. "Quinn?"

"Get help," the voice came again.

He leapt up. "I'm going!" he shouted as he ran out the door. "Foxy! Freddy! Bonnie! Chica!" Adam ran down the hall as fast as he could, shouting the animatronics' names. "Guys, come quick!"

He ran into Freddy first. "What is it, Adam?" The older bear sounded depressed.

"Quinn's alive!" he yelled, screaming up at Freddy.

Instead of jumping for joy like Adam had expected, he simply sighed. "Adam, I know you miss her, but she's dead, and that's not going to change."

"But she's alive, I'm telling you!"

"We're trying to grieve in our own ways. If imagining she's still alive is yours, then fine."

Adam angrily stomped his foot on the ground. "She… is… alive!" He kicked Freddy's leg with every word.

Freddy blinked at Adam. "You shouldn't kick people when you're angry."

An idea popped into Adam's mind. He suddenly took off down the hall. "Too bad, I guess I'll never learn my lesson!"

"Why you little…" Adam was out of earshot before Freddy could utter any profanities.

He sprinted around a corner, his little legs a blur of movement. Freddy was bounding after him, but the little bear was nimbler. He made a sudden turn into the room with Quinn and the Freddy suit.

Freddy barreled in after a few seconds. "Adam, what–"

"Freddy?"

Adam smiled with joy. That was Quinn's voice.

"Quinn? You're alive?" He was bewildered.

Adam poked Freddy's leg. "I told you so."

Freddy leaned out the door and shouted for the others, and within five seconds they were all there, gathered around the suit.

"How do you feel?" Bonnie asked frantically. "Are you okay?"

Quinn responded slowly, and her words sounded forced. "I'm cold… so cold. And in pain. There's a lot of that too."

"We have to get her to a hospital! Someone call an ambulance!"

The Freddy suit suddenly jerked and there was a groan of pain.

"Quinn? What is it?"

"No ambulances. I don't need it."

"Quinn!" Bonnie exclaimed exasperatedly. "Now is not the time to deny our help!"

"No ambulances," she repeated. "No more."

"You're afraid?"

There was a series of noises that Adam assumed to be an affirmative answer.

"Sorry Quinn, but you need help now, or you are going to die. There's no room for argument." Bonnie turned to the nearby toddler. "Adam, go find a phone somewhere and dial 911."

Adam nodded and ran off to find a phone. He found one attached to a wall in the kitchen and pulled over a stool so he could reach it. He pressed the numbers that Bonnie had told him.

"911, what is your emergency?" Adam didn't know the woman on the other end.

Adam had already gotten a story ready. "My sister got hurt really bad," he said in the most adorable and helpless voice he could manage. "My mommy and daddy aren't here and she needs help!"

"We're sending paramedics right now," the woman replied rapidly. "Where are you right now?"

"Freddy Fazbear's Pizza," he answered.

The woman didn't question it. "Don't worry, son. Help is on the way."

"Thank you." He hung up the phone and ran over to the door to wait for the "paramedics", whatever they were. He knew that a medic was someone who helped people if they got hurt. But what does "para" mean? Is it Latin..? Or Pig Latin? He grinned. Pigs can't talk, silly!

Suddenly he heard sirens sounding, and a white vehicle pulled up to the pizzeria. Adam unlocked the door just as people began unloading a stretcher and a man ran up to the door.

He threw it open, and Adam looked up at him. "Will you help my sister?"

The man either overlooked the fact that he was an animatronic or couldn't tell. Either way, he responded with a quick, "Yes".

Adam grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hall to the Parts and Service room, where the animatronics had pressed themselves against the walls to act like they were powered off.

"Where is she?"

Adam pointed at the Freddy suit. "In there. My sister said she would climb in to show me what it was like, but there are too many parts and she got stuck. She's bleeding and I don't know what to do!"

The man nodded. "Don't worry, we'll help her." He looked out the door and yelled some sort of code word. Three people in white outfits ran in and together they all picked up the Freddy suit and carried it out. "We have to get her to the hospital. We'll send someone to stay with you, okay?"

"Okay," he said worriedly.

The man dashed after his co-workers, and the other animatronics pushed off of the walls where they were standing.

"Good work, lad," Foxy praised. "Ye did great."

"Thanks." He beamed. "Is Quinn going to be okay?"

"She will be now," Bonnie answered. "At least, I hope. I've heard that the doctors are good in this town ever since… since 1987."

Foxy looked down, almost in shame. "What happened in 1987?" Adam asked curiously.

"Ye don't want to know," Foxy replied.

"Okay." Adam trusted Foxy, so if he said that he didn't want to know, then he didn't want to know.

A woman wearing a blue police uniform suddenly walked in. "Hello there–" She cut herself off mid-sentence when she saw the animatronics. She took a deep breath and began again. "I don't know what happened here, but I need to know; the law requires I ask."

Freddy approached the woman, so subconsciously took a step back. "What happened," he growled, "is that the night guard was cleaning an extra suit, when it closed on her. You heard this from a concerned co-worker who was coming in to clean up before the place opens. Am I clear?"

"Y-yes," the woman stuttered. "I'll be going now."

She ran hurriedly out of the room, and Freddy turned to the others. "That was necessary."

"We know," Chica answered. "We just hope Quinn will be alright."

~X~

Quinn slowly opened her eyes, and a rush of blinding light surrounded her. She quickly shut her eyes again, and once again there was soothing darkness.

"Quinn?"

The voice was laced with concern and seemed to be generally nice, but, as Quinn thought, nothing is ever as it seems.

She knew who the voice belonged to. "What do you want, Max?" she said without opening her eyes.

"I'm so sorry this happened to you."

She managed a curt laugh without feeling any pain. "Yeah right. Like you care about me at all."

"I do, I promise. These past few months, I don't know what came over me. I didn't want to hurt you, believe me."

"I suppose that some magical force made you do it, didn't it?"

"No, Quinn…" He trailed off, and for once in so long, Max was genuinely hurt. "You won't understand. But when I saw you here, I thought you were going to die, and all I thought was, 'You've been a terrible brother, Max'. And I have been, and I deserve every ounce of hatred you have against me."

She opened her eyes and looked at her brother's face. It was freshly shaven and he appeared to have cleaned up to visit her. She had forgotten how wonderful he looked when he wasn't angry.

"Yeah, well, hate doesn't look good on me, so you're in luck."

He smiled widely. "You don't know how glad I am to hear that."

Quinn sat up, and was surprised she didn't feel an immense amount of pain. It occurred to her to ask a question she had been wanting to ask since she woke up (which was admittedly less than five minutes before).

"How long have I been out?"

"The doctors said you've been out for weeks."

"Weeks? Who took over my job?"

Max chuckled. "You love those animatronics, don't you? No one's taken over your job; no one needs to. The robots have been patrolling the place, according to the manager."

She sighed with relief, but then Max spoke up.

"How did you hurt yourself anyway? Don't give me that crap about getting locked in a suit while cleaning it, because that's what the police have been telling me."

Quinn met his soft green eyes, and she felt a wave of guilt envelop her. "You'll think I'm crazy."

"I won't, I promise."

She took a deep breath. "The animatronics, they're sentient. They think and have emotions, like us. But they have a strange desire to kill all the night guards… don't ask me why, I'm still not sure I completely understand. On my second night, things started working out because it turned out they're friendly. But they told me that on every guard's sixth night, they get really violent and try to stuff the guard into a Freddy suit. That's what happened to me. Normally people die, but somehow I lived."

Max frowned. "It's hard to believe, but I've got a lot to make up for. Maybe you could show me? Once you're feeling better I can take you to Freddy's, if you want."

"Really?" She almost leapt up at the sound of that.

"Of course; I've gotta start somewhere. Plus, I know you like the animatronics."

"Thank you Max."

"Anything for you, sis."

"When can we go?"

Max laughed. "Not yet, you still aren't healed."

"I'm feeling fine."

"Are you really, now?"

She nodded, and to prove it she slid her legs over the side of her hospital bed, which she just realized she was on, and stood up.

She wobbled for a few seconds, but flashed Max a thumbs up. He sighed with a grin.

"I guess we're going to Freddy's."

Quinn gave him her biggest smile. "Let's go!"

Max extended his hand, which she happily took. He led her out of the hospital room, checking every now and then to make sure she was alright.

He signed her out at the front desk, and Max gave her a change of clothes he had grabbed from their house. Once she had changed, they went to his car in the parking lot outside.

"Quinn, I know that you have an aversion to cars, but we can't walk."

She shrugged. "I call shotgun!" she shouted.

"I'm driving," he reminded her, smiling.

He drove her to Freddy's, and she got out of the car before it was completely stopped.

"I've got a surprise for you," Max told her as she headed towards the door.

"What is it?"

"Your manager told me that there was a new animatronic, and he had thought that you would want to be there for its debut. He postponed it until today, so you get to see it!"

Quinn exploded in joy. She would get to see Adam's big opening! "You're the best, Max!"

He grinned and pulled the door open for her.

"Points for chivalry," she added as if keeping score. "You're going up on the 'make it up to Quinn' chart."

"That's all I want to hear," he responded, letting the door close behind them.

Quinn hadn't been to Freddy's during the day in a while. There were children running everywhere, and the smell of pizza drifted past her nose.

She took a seat in a booth nearby, and Max slid into the seat across from her. "I can't wait to see this!"

The lights dimmed, and a spotlight shone on the stage. The curtains were closed, and the spotlight moved around as if searching for a target. The animatronics, excluding Foxy and Adam, were standing to the side.

Freddy then walked onto the stage, and the spotlight followed him. "Hey kids!" he said, addressing the sea of children. "We've got a special announcement to make!"

The entire pizzeria quieted down so he could speak. "We have a very special friend, and he wants to meet you all!"

The children shouted delightfully, and Freddy continued. "And he's so special, he got Foxy to come out of retirement!"

That was a show-stopper. There were quiet murmurs in the crowd, children exchanging words.

"So let's give a warm, Fazbear welcome to our newest member!"

The spotlight swiveled to Pirate's Cove, and the curtains to the once forgotten stage were drawn back. The lights weren't on, but the spotlight settled on top of the life-sized ship that was in there. Or rather, it settled on who was on the ship.

Adam, dressed with in adorable pirate garb and a parrot clipped to his shoulder, was standing at the bow of the ship, a foam sword raised valiantly above his head.

"Ahoy, mateys!" he said. "I be First Mate Adam, the first mate to this very ship. Captain Foxy and I have a special treat for you!"

Foxy appeared beside Adam, and as the lights turned on the children exploded in joyful applause.

"Pirate's Cove be open to ye all! So get in here, ye landlubbers! All with me say argh!" Adam had his pirate speak down to a science.

Every child shouted "Argh!" as they rushed into Pirate's Cove. Foxy and Adam were swarmed by kids, and the two animatronics smiled. Soon, the kids were having fun playing with Adam and Foxy.

Quinn couldn't resist a grin. It made sense that Adam would be with Foxy, and she was glad that Foxy had been allowed to play with the children again. She had read about the bite of '87 and knew Foxy didn't like being out of order.

She stood up to go see Adam, but then realized that she'd have to wait until later; he was having the time of his life at the moment, and the kids seemed to adore him already. The ones who looked his age were having a ball, and the older kids loved playing with him.

"That little bear is adorable," Max said, interrupting her from her thoughts.

"Yeah," she agreed. "He's amazing."

"Want me to grab a pizza? You're probably hungry."

She turned around to look at him. "Pizza? Do you need to ask?"

"With bacon on it?"

"I thought you'd forgotten," she said with sentiment.

"I'd never forget your favorite pizza. You're my little sister."

She hugged him tightly. "I'm glad you're back to… being nice."

"Me too," he replied, returning the embrace. He gently kissed her forehead before going to get a pizza.

Quinn put her hands in her pockets and went to see the other animatronics, who were setting up their instruments to play a song later.

~X~

Bonnie felt a feeling of jealousy overcome him when he saw Quinn with a man, but his envy quickly turned to another kind of rage when he realized who it was.

Her brother is here. His hand curled into a fist when he saw them embrace. Is this a joke?

Quinn was coming over towards him and the others, and he suddenly wondered what he would say. "Hey, sorry I nearly killed you, are we cool now?"

"Hey guys!" she said brightly. "How are you all?"

"Quinn!" Chica exclaimed. She crushed her friend in a bear hug. "You're back!"

Quinn winced at Chica's tight grip. "I'm not indestructible, bones can still be broken."

"Sorry!"

"It's fine, Chica."

Freddy gave her a warm smile. "I'm glad you're okay. We haven't heard from you in a while."

"Yeah, well, an injury-induced coma tends to cause stuff like that."

Bonnie stared at the floor, remembered that night from a few weeks ago.

"Hey, Bonnie!" she chirped, hugging him from the side. "How's my favorite purple bunny?"

"I'm fine, how are you?"

Quinn frowned. "What's wrong?"

Instead of saying what he had intended, he ignored the question. "I saw your brother here. Are you alright?" His fist clenched. "Do you need help?"

He expected her to nod or for her face to take on a sad look, but smiled warmly. "I don't need anything, it's fine. Max is better now."

"What do you mean, better?"

"He's not violent or mean or anything. He promised to be a better person, Bonnie. Isn't that amazing?"

"Yeah."

"You don't believe me?" she asked worriedly.

"I believe you, but I don't believe him. It's not something that happens overnight, Quinn; you don't just nearly kill someone one day and then tell them you love them the next."

She pursed her lips. "Bonnie, it wasn't just overnight. He's had weeks to think about this. And he's my brother. I know my brother, and he's being sincere. He hasn't been like this since my parents died… I think he's afraid to lose me too."

"Alright, alright. But I can't promise I won't be watching him."

"I wasn't going to ask you not to."

He raised an eyebrow at her.

"You're protective by nature. It's your personality. And that's one of the many things I like about you."

Bonnie's heart fluttered. "Okay…" he mumbled.

"Cheer up. I'll come talk to you guys later, okay? I've got some pizza to eat."

He watched as she walked away, and he sighed. He hadn't gotten to tell her what was really on his mind.

~X~

Quinn went back to the seat when she saw Max sitting with a whole pie of pizza. She knew that if she didn't get there fast enough, he'd eat the entire thing on his own.

She sat down and Max handed her a slice. She gratefully accepted it and practically inhaled the pizza.

"Slow down there, you might choke," Max pointed out.

"Can't have me nearly dying twice," she responded between mouthfuls.

"Don't worry; I'd just get someone to do mouth-to-mouth for you. Maybe that guy working the prize counter," he said, pointing to someone. "Do you know him?"

"Max!" she exclaimed, reaching over and playfully slapping his shoulder. "I'm barely out of a coma and you're already trying to set me up with guys! You haven't done that since Mom and Dad died!"

"I gotta start where I left off, Quinn."

She smiled. She finally had her brother back.

~X~

Freddy went backstage to grab a new microphone. A kid had completely smashed his other one and the kid had almost cried, but Freddy had just given him a plushie version of himself and the kid was happy.

I'm glad Quinn has her brother back, he mused. It's good to see him not hurting her.

He remembered how upset Bonnie had been in the weeks of her absence.

"I'm glad she's alive," he said to himself.

"You have me to thank for that."

~X~

Who said that? I have no idea. I guess we'll have to find out next chapter! And I bet some of you guys thought I'd turn Quinn into an animatronic. Well I'll tell you right now, I despise animatronic OCs (other than Adam, of course) and I will never ever ever ever EVER put another one in my story. Ever. Do you guys think that Max is actually trying to change, or is it just an act? And who is to thank for Quinn's survival? Don't forget to review, because I finally understand why it wasn't showing up, thanks to Naomi E! Speaking of reviews, I got some awesome reviews from Naomi E, Harmonics Rioter, Shadow Studios, and LightningScar1000. And my inspiration did come from Arctic Vulpix's Expect the Unexpected, so check that out. Nice to know I'm gaining popularity by complimenting other authors. Anyways, this makes two chapters in one night to make up for the lack of updating. I wish I could do one chapter a day, as I started out doing, but there's this thing called life and it gets in the way. Chow. :3