So!" Freddy said to his three companions as soon as BB had left. "What's the plan?"
"What plan-you mean you don't have a plan?" Asked Chica.

"Maybe," Bonnie interjected, "Maybe we can just ask Mike and Jeremy and Fritz to show themselves with Foxy."
"Lad, it just doesn't work that way." Foxy interjected. "Fritz is scared stiff o' me. That guard always shakes like a leaf when 'e comes to shut me down."

"Why don't you just try to stuff him into a suit right then and there?" Chica wanted to know.

"I-Er-"

"He can't, the restrictive programming." Bonnie reminded her.

"But at least fight him off-"
"Err-see-"
Freddy waved his hand. "Oh, that doesn't matter. Let's think of something!"
"Hmmm…."
"Ah! Got it!" Chica exclaimed.

"Mike, Chica and Bonnie are coming right at us really fast!" Jeremy whispered.

Chica and Bonnie were indeed. THey arrived at the office just as the three dawned their Fazbear heads.
Chica gave Bonnie a nod. "Where do you think the guards went?" She asked Bonnie.

"I don't know. UH….uh...they left the office?"
The middle Freddy sniggered. Chica ignored him and answered, as planned,

"I don't think so!" She answered. "How could they leave the restaurant?"

"I don't know." Bonnie answered. It sounded like they were reading off of a script.

Chica sneaked a glance at the three freddies. They weren't buying it at all.

Damn, we're bad at this.

Chica pulled Bonnie aside. "Our acting needs work." She whispered.

Bonnie nodded. "Should we abort mission?" They wondered. "Freddy can't work without the distraction."

"No! We need to think of something-" Chica then spotted BB making his way through the airvent.

She snapped her fingers. "Watch and learn."
"Hey, BB!" She called to him loudly.

"Shh!" BB told her. "You're blowing my cover. What is it?"
"Foxy isn't Fritz!"
"He is too!"
"Is not."
"Is too! You just can't see what's in front of your own eyes!"
Now she was insulted for real. "Oh, beg pardon, Mr.?"
While BB and Chica bickered, Bonnie checked the Freddies.

"Should we be watching the cameras?" Jeremy whispered to Mike.

"Huh?" Mike, who had been utterly enraptured by the argument, snapped out of it. "Oh, sure." He briefly wound up the music box and refocused his attention on the quarrel.
Bonnie would have smiled if they still had a face. Just as planned. Then he went to help Freddy.

It took less then a half an hour to rewind all the clocks, especially with Bonnie's assistance. Freddy took his post by the door of the building.

Six AM
Freddy checked his internal clock, which still Read 5:55 AM.

Any minute…

5:56.

Give it some time…

5:57.

Is something the matter?

5:59:

Why the hell did nobody give me the signal?! Freddy fumed. Oh, that's it: I'm going myself.

6:00 AM.

"What the-huh? Huh? But what went wrong?" Freddy whined.

"Seeya, motherf*kers!" Mike skipped by him, stopping breifly to flip the bird at him.

"How-how-" Freddy spluttered, watching the security guard slam the door shut.

Freddy stomped all the way to the office.

"What happened?" He demanded. "And where's Fritz and BB?"
"I'm right here." BB answered.

"Great, just great." Freddy muttered. "Did Fritz leave?"
"No. Foxy is right there." BB informed him, pointing to the redheaded, bespectacled guard. "Bonnie caught him on the way out." Chica added. "Nice flying leap, by the way."
Freddy tried to imagine Bonnie making a flying leap. He couldn't. He shook his head.

"OK, Fritz didn't leave. Where's Foxy?"
"G-guys, I keep telling y-you that-that Foxy. Is...shut down!" Fritz exclaimed, petrified.

"We believe you." Said Bonnie. "But Where?"
"I can't…"
"Can't what?" Asked BB.

"T-tell y-you! I-I n-need to go! You can't doing anything to me, it-it is past six!"

Bonnie sighed. "Look, please just stay here until Foxy reboots. Once he does, we'll let you go and hopefully Billy here will see that you and Foxy are not one and the same."
"...That...pirate...is-v-very m-mad at me! I...b-been sh...shutting h-him down!"
"Oh, we know that." Freddy sneered. "And thanks to you hacking Foxy's system, BB thinks that you're him and he's you!"
"This is nobody's fault but your own, Mr. Smith." Chica added. "So now please just wait for Foxy to come."
"He's not coming! He-he's shut down!" Fritz insisted, sounding more and more like a broken record. "Hold on!...I...hear something!"
Fritz poked his head around a corner.

"WHERE BE THAT BILGE RAT OF A GUARD WHO KEEPS SHUTTIN' ME DOWN?!" A familiar voice roared. "WHEN I FIND HIM, THAR BE SOME EXPLAININ' TA BE DONE TO CAP'N FOXY!"
Fritz turned back around. "Listen. I-I-I-I need to...go. H-He...is-Bye!"
Fritz took off at a dead run, and darted between Freddy and Chica.

Bonnie slapped a palm to their (Not) Face. "Where was Foxy, anyway?"
"Well, BB. did we convince you?" Asked Chica.

"Nope. Why should you have?"
"We heard Foxy when Fritz was there."
"But that can't be! Unless...ah-ha! For all you know, Foxy could have switched out of his Fritz voice and into his pirate voice while he was turned away from you."

"But it wasn't Foxy we were interrogating just now! It was Fritz!"

"Was too!"
"Was not!"
"Was too!"
"Go away."
"No!"
"Go away!"
"No!"
"What be all the ruckus?" Asked Foxy, walking up behind them.
"FOXY!" Chica screeched. "Where were you!? We had Fritz! Had him in our grasp he was shaking! You just missed him! And thanks your little warcry across the restaurant, he's fled the premise!"
"I told ye, I been shut down! I don't be anymore happy about this'n you!"
"Ok, we get it, just...be more subtle!"
"Now I'm even more certain that Foxy's Fritz." BB remarked.
"Great, just what we need." Freddy mumbled.

"Well, back to the drawing board." Bonnie said.

A/N: Happy BO87 day...

11/13, Friday.

Listen, has anyone heard what's going on in Paris?

Look it up...they're under attack...

Listen, everybody who's reading this, please pray for those Parisians. I know I'm going to.

Listen, if anyone from Paris is reading this, please, please, be safe, and best wishes.