As most people would be, Foxy was worried when he first heard that Jeremy Fitzgerald had been banned from the pizzeria. Not because of the banning itself, but the reason. Apparently he had brought a shotgun with the intention of shooting Foxy for biting him back in '87.

It didn't help his worries when he peaked outside the doors one night and saw Jeremy sitting in a foldout chair across the street with a shotgun in hand. His blonde hair was cut into a buzz cut now, and some of the scars left by Foxy could be seen through the hair. He just sat their casually, and picked up a two litre plastic milk carton and chugged half of it down before putting it down and continued his staring.

"You got to come out sometime, Foxy," Jeremy said, refusing to wipe away the milk moustache, even as the white substance dribbled down the side of his mouth. "I know your weakness for the 'Sims' series. I saw it in your Facebook profile, and the first expansion pack for 'Sims 4' is out. You don't have a visa or credit card, so you'll have to go out and get it. And I'll be right here. Waiting."

Foxy whimpered and shut the door.

"Freddy…" he looked to one of the tables where Freddy was sitting. He had recently gotten his shipment of booze and was chugging down two bottles of martinis without spilling a drop out his mouth. "C-could you maybe help get Jeremy away, please?"

"Not now, talking stripper pole," Freddy slurred as he waved his hand dismissively. "I finally have my drinks so I can finally leave reality. Now get back on stage. I have to practice my twerk-outs against you if they're going to be perfect for tomorrow."

"But I'm not a-."

"You're not meant to talk, you're there for me to grind against," Freddy cried out in exasperation. "How am I supposed to bring in costomers other than singing? I have to do everything around here!"

"Of course you do," Chica said dryly as she looked away from where Bonnie and Springtrap were playing. They were sitting on the ground across from one another, playing with a bright pink ball by passing it to one another. When on his turn, Springtrap pushed the ball too hard and ended up knocking Bonnie onto his back. Springtrap, ever naïve, just laughed while clapping his hands and crawled over to Bonnie to glomp him while rubbing his cheek against Bonnie's. Bonnie himself looked a bit embarrassed but said nothing to spare the yellow rabbit's feelings.

Freddy meanwhile noticed something new about Springtrap and couldn't help but stare.

"What's ZomBon wearing?"

"Freddy!" Chica hissed.

"Fine. What's Springtrap wearing?" Freddy repeated as he rolled his eyes. But his general question was a good one, as Springtrap was dressed like Sailor Moon, minus the hair and boots.

"BonBon look cute?" Springtrap looked over to Chica with his head tilted.

"Very cute," Chica nodded.

"Yay!" Springtrap laughed, continuing to do so as he rolled onto his back and kicked the pink ball into the air repeatedly with his feet and hands.

"Anyway, Springtrap is a bit self-conscious of his looks after what happened yesterday," Chica explained to Freddy.

"I don't think we're supposed to go inside there," Little Girl Sally said as she and her older brother (Little Boy Steve) stood outside Parts and Services. Surprisingly, no one had noticed the pair even though it was daytime and there were many people about. Phil could be excused since he was on his lunch break, which left Mr. Davidson in charge for the moment, meaning he could be blamed.

"We'll be fine," Little Boy Steve assured her, patting her back with one hand while holding a map with the other. "I'm pretty sure that if this map here is correct, the lost crown, philosopher stone and sword from the cancelled Atari SwordQuest competition of the 80s might be here. Once we've got them, we can work on getting the chalice and talisman." Little Girl Sally was still frowning however.

"But isn't the chalice in a vault or something? And I think the talisman save for the sword part was melted down for school money."

"We'll do more research on the internet on how to break into a vault, and we'll work on tracking down the talisman owner. A part of it is better than nothing," Little Boy Steve responded.

"I guess. But what will we do once we get all the SwordQuest prizes?"

"We go home and become cool, Sal," answered Little Boy Steve, slowly nodding his head as he looked off into a nonspecific corner of the room. "We go home and become cool."

"And mom and dad won't be mad we travelled halfway across the state for this?"

"Depends how long those special brownies I bought from the gym teachers lasts. It seemed to distract them pretty well. Don't know why mom was trying to eat grass though."

"Alright, but… Are you sure the map says the prizes are inside here?" asked Little Girl Sally, looking to the Parts and Services door with uncertainty. "I mean, why would they be here?"

"Beats me, but who cares? Now let's commit possible robbery!" The little boy opened the door and the siblings stepped inside.

"Man. There's a lot of crap in here," Little Boy Steve commented as he looked around. "Definitely not a fitting place for the great SwordQuest prizes! Why I-."

Both kids froze as they heard yawning and looked to a corner of the room. Springtrap sat up, stretching his arms as he yawned, a sky blue blanket laid across his body. He rubbed one eye awake before he noticed the two kids staring at him.

It was a brief moment of awkward staring before Springtrap started smiling.

"New friends for BonBon?"

"MONSTER!" Little Boy Steve randomly shouted while his sister stayed quiet, but looked wide eyed. "It's a hideous, horrible monster! They most have tried to clone Bonnie but it resulted in this! Run away, we most run away from this horrible, ugly monstrosity against nature, mankind and physical beauty and cuteness!"

Little Boy Steve screamed as he grabbed Little Girl Sally's hand and fled the room, forgetting their map and leaving Springtrap alone. Springtrap was sniffling, oily tears leaking down the corners of his eyes, before finally crying so hard that there were puddles of oil splattered around the room.

"BonBon just wants love!" he wailed before throwing himself back down onto his makeshift bed and pulling the blue blanket over his shaking body while he continued to weep.

"I thought I heard kids screaming," Freddy said thoughtfully. "I thought they might have found evidence of Lizzy and Phil having been in that room."

"Where HAVEN'T they been?" Chica muttered with a sneering tone. "I swear to Sweeney ever since they've gotten together, I don't think there's a single room in this place where they haven't copulated! For crying out loud I caught them doing it on the Manager's desk once! Why do they have to do it here?!"

"Because everyone working here is my bitch, and defiling every room here by fucking in it was a good way of showing I'm top dog," Lizzy answered casually as she walked past them and went towards her office to start her shift. "If it makes you feel any better, Phil and I have fucked in every room here so we won't need to do that anymore. Except maybe sometimes in the office. Other than that, no other room is needed now."

"That's something at least."

"We're not her bitches," Freddy mumbled, choosing to ignore the time Lizzy ripped him an asshole and shoved a fan up it and shoved a bat down his throat. The former of which gave him a brief Lizzy-phobia until it thankfully went away.

For now.

"Not the word I'd use, but nearly everyone here is under her thumb," Chica admitted. "Remember what she did to the Manager?"

"I remember~."

The two looked to the table at the other side to the room. The Marionette shut his book as a spotlight fell on him. He chuckled and stood up.

"How could I not remember the day I first set my eyes on darling Lizbeth?"

"What the fuck?!" Lizzy yelled after hearing Phil's message warning her of the animatronics here. She just wanted to get a paycheck but now she has to fight for her life?! Bullshit!

Lizzy narrowed her eyes and stood up from the swivel chair.

"Well I ain't just letting those things get me. I'll show them who the boss is."

Meanwhile on stage, Freddy giggled to himself as he jumped off stage and rubbed his hands together.

"Another night, another case of first degree murder!" Freddy said cheerfully before looking to the two on stage. "Bonnie, go get me a bottle of whiskey from the kitchen. Chica, follow him and make sure he doesn't drink that bottle of whiskey. Bonnie, make sure Chica doesn't try to steal any of my booze, especially the bottle of whiskey you will bring me. Unless you're trying to drink it. Then you have to give it to Chica, but make sure she doesn't drink it. And then there's the vice versa. Got it?"

"… WH-what…?" Bonnie looked absolutely confused by Freddy's words and not even Chica could fully comprehend what Freddy meant exactly the first time round.

"Great! Get it to me soon. And if you don't, I'll lock you in the supply closet again." Freddy made his way towards the security office, ignoring the small sniffles from Bonnie as he remembered the last time Freddy was mean and locked him in the supply closet.

Freddy hummed the song 'Anaconda' as he went straight for the office. He just loved scaring those rascally night guards before stuffing them painfully into suits. Coming here and trying to earn an honest living. How silly of them.

"Oh, Miss Security Gua-."

BANG!

Freddy had just poked his head around the doorway when Lizzy smashed the fire extinguisher against his face.

"OW! What the hell is WRONG with-?!"

Freddy didn't get a chance to finish as Lizzy fired some of the extinguisher's spray at his face, startling Freddy and making him back away.

"Hey, this isn't-!"

BANG!

Once again, Freddy was cut off as Lizzy struck him again with little mercy.

"Why does Freddy have to be so mean?" Bonnie as he and Chica left the kitchen. Chica sighed and patted his back.

"Try not to let it hurt you too badly. He's not always so-."

Suddenly a flash of brown flew past them and hit the stage. The two animatronics (and Foxy who was still on his stage) looked to see Freddy shaking and weakly standing up, only for an extinguisher to fly out and hit him. Knocking him down again.

"Where do you think you're going, bitch?"

Lizzy suddenly walked out of the hall, a pissed off look on her face. Freddy tried backing away as Lizzy approached him, but it was useless as she grabbed his shoulders.

Now, while Lizzy did have a somewhat athletic frame from her years of playing baseball when she was in school, you still wouldn't think her to be too terribly strong. But you would be proven wrong the moment you saw her lift Freddy over her head, the expression on Lizzy's face not changing as though she was just holding a pillow over her head and not an animatronic.

"Taste this!"

Lizzy jumped on Freddy, and to everyone's horror, proceeded to do banned wrestling moves on him.

Meanwhile, the Marionette had noticed his music box hadn't been wound up. So like the piss baby he was, he got out of his box and crawled through the vent to strangle the guard for not daring to take a few minutes out of their focus on the cameras to mind up his music box.

People could just be so self-centered these days.

Anyway, the Marionette entered the office but stopped when he saw no one present.

"Where are they?"

BANG!

"OW, stop! You win! You win!"

"Freddy?"

Marionette wondered if Freddy had somehow managed to create a LSDR (or Lysergic Acid Diethylamide for Robots) again, and as such was having another hallucination. Since he probably had to check up on him, the Marionette grudgingly left the security office and wandered into the dining room just in time to see the security guard pile drive Freddy. Perhaps the Marionette should have gone to help him. This was the first time a security guard had ever actually tried to fight back. This was so uncool!

But then the Marionette saw Lizzy's face, and took a sharp intake of breath… Or whatever the animatronic equivalent is.

He couldn't stop staring at Lizzy as she ripped Freddy's leg off and proceeded to beat him with it. As she continued doing it, the Marionette could practically hear 'They Long To Be (Close To You)' playing in the background. He noted every detail on her. Her beautiful green eyes that currently looked similar to that of a psychopath's. Her gorgeous pink lips that spewed enough yells and cursing to make a sailor cry and become a priest. Her dirty blonde hair, soft looking even when it was currently in a wild mess from beating up Freddy.

This feeling… He was pretty sure this feeling was something common when you had a penis, let alone an erect penis. A feeling that made him want to steal someone's heart, shove it inside him and rip it back out just so he could offer it to this fair maiden. A feeling of wanting to follow her wherever she went, whether it be her bathroom or somewhere abroad. He would find her.

He knew what he was feeling.

He was in love-lust-obsession!

"She's beautiful…" the Marionette said under his breath as Lizzy began to swing Freddy around the room by his legs (after shoving the one she ripped off back on).

"She's scary…" Bonnie whimpered as he clung to Chica who stared at the scene in shock.

"I'll be back!"

The Marionette dashed to the game room and stopped at his box to take out his makeup kit and ran to the men's bathroom. Standing in front of a mirror, he proceeded to take out some red lipstick and proceeded to put some onto the part of his mask that could be considered lips. After kissing the mirror the leave a kiss mark Marionette-style, he then smeared some of that lipstick on his plastic rosy cheeks to make them brighter. Blush wouldn't work on him sadly.

"Perfect! The security guard will love this!" Marionette giggled to himself before leaving for the dining room, just in time to catch Lizzy beating Freddy's head against the table non-stop.

"I can do this. I can do this," the Marionette assured himself before strolling casually as possible towards Lizzy.

"Hello there~. May I know your gorgeous name, dear godde-."

Lizzy didn't look away from what she was doing, but her free fist shot out to punch the Marionette, sending him across the room and hitting the wall with a bang.

Suddenly the entrance doors opened and Mr. Davidson stepped inside.

"Sorry, I forgot my-WHAT THE HELL?!" Mr. Davidson looked absolutely shocked as he looked at Lizzy. "What are you doing to my star money maker?!"

"She hurt my booty and gorgeous face," Freddy sniffled when Lizzy stopped hitting his face on the table. Lizzy herself glared at the Manager and stomped towards him.

"Forget that. I'll tell you what's GOING to happen now! You're increasing my paycheck to at LEAST a thousand dollars a week!"

"Are you insane?!" Mr. Davidson's jaw nearly dropped off as he backed away from Lizzy. "If I did that, I would have to pay you three quarters of the animatronics paychecks!"

"We get paychecks?" Bonnie asked, genuinely surprised since he never recalled ever getting one.

"Technically, yes. But 've been giving them to myself."

"Bastard," said Freddy before he started groaning in pain again.

"Not anymore, they won't. They'll be going to me," Lizzy hissed before she grabbed her boss by the collar of his shirt and pinned him to the nearest wall. High enough for his feet to not touch the ground. Lizzy stared at the terrified Manager right in the eyes. "And if you don't give me what I want, I'm going to burn this place to the ground. With the animatronics and YOU inside. Got it?"

Mr. Davidson gulped and smiled nervously.

"I… I-I suppose when you put it like that, you do deserve the money more than anyone else here."

"That's what I thought," Lizzy said before dropping him to the ground. "And you're adding an extra hundred to the paycheck for trying to deny it the first time."

"I-I guess I can take some from my own paycheck…"

"Good."

"How did you know about the parts you weren't present for?" Chica asked the Marionette in confusion.

"Does it really matter, Chica?"

"She didn't beat me up that badly!" Freddy insisted.

"You were crying for a week!" BB called from the bathroom hallway before laughing.

"SHUT UP YOU LITTLE PUNK!"

"SHUT UP, FREDDY OR I'M RIPPING YOU A VAGINA!" Lizzy yelled from the security office.

"I'll do it for you, my love!"

"PISS OFF, VIRGIN MARI!"

Just to clear up a couple things about Springtrap, he's a he, and he does have a crush on Phil. He just won't go to the extremes Marionette does and is actually pretty accepting of Phil and Lizzy's relationship. Even if it does make him a little sad at times.