It was just an average, post invasion day.

Springtrap was thoroughly spooked and fled the house right after the power came back to the house.

Everyone was just sitting around, attempting to figure out why exactly the Phantom biz-motches came over for an unwanted visit to their home.

Goldie was doing research with Declan, it turns out that dear olde grand-pappy Fredbear knew a lot about these Phantom thing-a-ma-bobs.

Or...at least Declan would be helping Goldie investigate, if he weren't sorting out the extra protection on the power systems downstairs so that the power doesn't go out nearly as easily.

Chica was relatively unaffected by the ordeal, considering that her Phantom didn't do that much while inside of her.

If anything, the people most affected by this battle was Freddy and Foxy, and it wasn't even due to the fighting...

Freddy knocked on the closed door of the office and looked through the window.

It looked like Guardy Mc-Guarderson Guard had finished fixing the power problem, but just started fixing the total mess the Phantom possessed Mangle made.

It looked like quite the mess, and he really didn't want to barge in.

But then he kind of just barged in anyways, knocking the door down.

As Freddy stood in the room with the broken door steaming in the doorway, Declan McGuardyGuard kind of just sat there in complete and utter shock.

He just stared at the large robotic bear standing in the middle of the room, running out of breath very rapidly.

"GUARD!" Freddy yelled at the dazed guard.

"W-wha..." Declan McGuardywardy just kept on repeating in complete shock.

Freddy just sat there, not believing they would hire someone like him to watch them at night or what ever he is here to do.

"Wh-WHAT THE FUCK DUDE?" Guard dood shouted, perhaps he was a trifle miffed at that point, no one will ever know...

"Y-YOU BUSTED THE DOOR..." He said in shocked disbelief.

"Eh, it's not that bad..." Freddy said as the door sparked and creaked after being forcefully pulled up.

Seeing as he couldn't forcefully kick out the large bear (if he wanted to stay alive that is) he just left the office and got a phone-call from management.

He let out a sigh before taking the call.

"Hell-" He began the formal introduction. However, he couldn't even lie about being hospitable before the manager began to undermine him for his "hand" in destroying the company's equipment.

While this reprimanding took place, Freddy left the room and moved to his room and began to plan for his first few dates for him and Foxy.

He wasn't exactly sure of what she would like out of their date considering that he hasn't spoken to her too much since last night, since Freddy is more nervous than anything when he is around her.

She hadn't exactly felt the same toward him, or maybe she did, no one could really figure that out. Ever since that night, Foxy spent very little time outside of her room.

People could hear noises sure, but nothing extremely distinguishable.

Or at least nothing anyone in the house felt comfortable talking about publically.

Freddy had never really considered what would happen if he actually got close to Foxy enough for her to share in crushing.

So at the moment, he was more stumped than anything.

He began looking through the ideas he had posted on his wall, why no one ever found this wall and told the plans no one will ever know...

He looked over and tried to see exactly which date would fit the best.

The choices were a stick around at the house, play games and shit, oooor... a romantic dinner with appropriate lighting and shit. Freddy looked at his options and thought that the more casual date would be way too predictable and practical. Then again, it doesn't seem that they would allow animatronics inside to eat, even though there is a common misconception that they don't need to eat. Well, then again, they do kind of need it, but they don't bu- oh screw it, it's too complicated to explain in the amount of space before this starts to drone on.

After a while of thinking, Freddy had decided on the formal dinner, since he would think that would make a better first impression on Foxy.

However, Freddy wasn't ever one to be able to put an event together.

Sure, he could plan something out, but he is one that wouldn't be bothered to actually put the plan together.

Now, who could he get that would work for very little money, wouldn't ask too many questions about the job and probably can't get out of the situation..?

After realizing that he is talking to himself again, Freddy walks out of the somewhat unsettling basement and heads toward the office.

Declan just sat in the office, cleaning the mess caused by pretty much everyone in the house collectively. Freddy slowly walked under the busted door and approached him from behind. "Hey...man..." He said, clearly unsure about whether or not to actually ask him to do this.

But as he had suspected, Declan was in no mood to speak with him, especially due to more...recent events.

"Listen, I know you probably don't want anything to do with me at the moment but...I was just wondering if you could help me with something" He said, attempting to get him to agree.

"You see...I have a date planned out with...Foxy and I was wondering if you could...oh, I don't know...help me out?" He asked, clearly unsure about this.

Declan just turned to him, "And what exactly would you have me do?"

Freddy just looked shocked, how is it possible after pulling such a dick move, that he would be okay with working for him.

"Well, I just want you to...put the whole thing together?" Freddy asked.

Declan just stared at him for a minute and sighed, "Where is the plan?" He asked.

Freddy began to lead him down to the basement as he could notice the expression on his face swiftly changing from confused excitement to deep regret.

But all of those confused emotions swiftly left as he saw the plan on the wall he had.

Freddy looked over at his relief on his face, "Uhm...you okay?" he asked.

"Uh...yea yea...Was just a bit worried for a second, that's all." He responded.

Not wanting to question too much, Freddy led him to the floor plan on the wall.

Freddy led him through the plan and exactly how it would go down.

Everything from the general food menu to the smallest spec of dust flying through the air, this was well thought out. "Uh, when exactly will I need to finish this?" Declan asked in a nervous voice."

"Well," Freddy began, "I was planning on asking her out tonight."

"So, by tomorrow?" Declan asked, hoping it wasn't what he thought it was.

"...Tonight" Freddy responded.

It was totally what he thought it was. If he were to make this work, he would have to get to work immediately.

If not, this whole thing would pretty much fall flat on its collective, metaphorical face.

So, with this information in hand, Declan rushed upstairs and began to assemble the perfect date...within their budget that is.

Declan began the process by immediately rushing into his car and began wildly driving to the store to pick up everything that the strangely complex plan had to offer.

He walked through the door with somewhat hurried motions.

Nothing extreme or super attention grabbing, just sort of worrying if someone didn't know what he was doing.

He began picking up everything he would need for the date from general food stuffs to the all important dust bunny sitting inside the cupboard that somehow pulls the whole thing together...y'know the one...

The trip seemed to go by a lot quicker than expected, maybe this was because he was rushing, he wouldn't know.

But the questionability of that Segway will have to wait, as back at home; Freddy was building up his courage to ask Foxy out.

He sat in the creepy basement, wondering how to do this.

Eventually he decided to just storm into her room and ask her there, since it was more likely the house would catch on fire than her leaving her room after that last night.

He walked up the stairs and approached the door to Foxy's room.

Before he barged in like the giant, lumbering robo-dick he is, he listened in on her room.

She was defiantly in there, but what she was doing, was completely unknown at that point. "Well, only one way to find out..." He said to himself as he slowly opened the door.

From what he could see, Foxy was facing away from the door, toward her desk that she had. There was a picture of all of them together they took when Declan was first hired, but it seemed she ripped the picture so everyone was gone...except for Freddy. And by the way she had her arm positioned...let's just say it's more than clear what she was doing.

Freddy looked in shock and could do nothing while Foxy quickly turned and covered herself up.

They both stood there, silent. Unable to say anything, he walked out both shocked and surprisingly aroused. He then sat back in the basement, trying to get rid of his...excitement about the whole situation.

Eventually he walked back out and saw that Foxy was finally out of her room and he walked toward her. "Hey uh...I was wondering if you wanted to...uh..." Freddy continued to stutter as that initial adrenaline that got him into this relationship wore off quite a while back.

Eventually he stopped his incoherent blabbering and finally said, "...do you want to...go out with me?"

Foxy stood there and eventually, "Sure, where to?" she said, in a somewhat embarrassed and almost ashamed tone.

Declan slowly backed into the front door with all the materials he would need to set up the date. Freddy signaled him to head back into the kitchen to start setting everything up. He attempted to enter the kitchen as quietly as possible, as to not draw any attention toward him.

As he entered the kitchen he looked around the room to see if anyone was snooping on his assembly. The only other person in the room was Chica, whom seemed to be passed out on the counter. He almost forgot that she pretty much lives in that kitchen, since she doesn't have a room. He stays quiet and starts unpacking all the supplies and laying it out.

He looked through the things and tried to see if he had everything.

But, he isn't exactly the sneakiest when it comes to luggage, and she wakes up before everything is ready.

"Hm..?" She mumbled as she woke up.

"Oh sorry, I was trying to stay quiet." Declan said as he started pulling together the curtains. "What...are you doing?" Chica asked, sitting up. "Oh, I'm pulling together a date for Freddy and Foxy." He said to her. "...In my room?" She asked. "Right, I guess I should have asked your permission before doing this..." He responded. "No no, it's fine, just wish I could have known that earlier..." She said, just a trifle miffed. "Is... Is there something wrong?" He asked her. "No, nothing at all." She said as she began crawling into the vent to sleep more. "Uh...okay?" He said.

She crawled back into the vent and fell back to sleep.

Declan shrugged off this strange encounter and began putting everything together.

Freddy stood in his basement, getting all of his accommodations ready for the amazing, totally not going to blow up in there faces date.

The day went by much quicker than many of them could expect.

And before any of them knew it, the time had come...

Freddy walked Foxy back toward the kitchen so they could begin.

"Uh...Freddy?" Foxy asked, "Aren't we going to dinner tonight?"

"Yeah, we are, it's all set up in here." Freddy responded with confidence.

Foxy just shrugged it off as they stood in front of the door.

Freddy cleared his throat, almost as to signal someone.

Then he did it louder after a few seconds...nothing.

Foxy looked at him more confused than anything.

Then after the third, some-what loud clearing they heard the door unlock.

On the other side of the door stood a formally dressed Night-Butler.

"Right this way sir." He said in a some-what offensive accent.

They both followed along and Foxy looked all around the kitchen.

Then again, she wouldn't really call it the kitchen anymore; it looked completely different from how it used to look.

Completely different lighting, all the utilities completely removed, et cetera.

They both sat at the table and began making conversation.

Declan walked back over to the counter to get their drinks out and ready for them.

As he did so, he could have sworn he heard something in the vent, it was probably Chica again, she makes a lot of noise in the middle of the night.

He walked back over with both drinks in hand and laid them out in front of them both.

"Shall I begin making your food?" He asked as uptight and in-his-own-ass as he could. "Isn't it already made?" Freddy asked, remembering that's what was meant in the plan. "You two deserve the freshest of food products" He responded, making it seem like he had done this before. He then proceeded to walk back over to the counter to begin making their pasta platters, the most fancy food their budget could afford them.

As they continued to talk, and Declan continued preparing the food, a knock was heard at the front door.

Declan decided to check it out, as it shouldn't take too long to look.

Declan:

Declan quickly ran over to the door and opened it only to find the mailman. He quickly took the pile from his hands and sorted through as quickly as he could.

Just as he suspected, Bills, Bills, Something from some guy name "Parry" (Probably wrong address.) He thought to himself looking at the letter and placing it on a near table. Aaaand bills. "How eventful..." Declan said to himself as he began to walk back 'toward the door to the kitchen. But a single noise stopped him, it sounded like a bang on a wall...upstairs. He decided that it couldn't hurt to quickly check and see if there was anything happening.

He slowly crept up the stairs and heard the noise again; it seemed to be coming from the closet in the office. He slowly approached the door and opened it to find...Shadow. "Uh...what are you doing here?" He asked him. He seemingly jumped from the sudden person also in the room with him, "I was just fixing this room up, Goldie has pretty particular tastes." "That's a bit odd, I didn't hear you walk through the fro-" He began but was immediately interrupted by Shadow, "I also find it a bit odd that you just barged in here with out knocking!" He said, in a pretty pissed voice. His pupils actually barely grew in size and brightness, but not by too much. He then proceeded to continue adjusting the room. Declan just quietly left him to his work, (Well then, someone has anger issues...) He thought to himself as he walked back out and back into the kitchen.

Waiting for him in there was the familiar smell of perfectly timed cooking that he totally meant to accomplish. He began emptying the pots onto plates and started to pull out the meatballs as he heard someone walking up behind him. He turned to see Freddy, with either a nervous or angry expression on his face, it was hard to tell. "What's the hold-up with dinner?" Freddy asked. "Putting the finishing touches on it now..." Declan said as he splatted sauce all over the plate. "This would've been a lot quicker if you would have just made it ahead of time like we planned." He said, clearly asking that he would like no more sodium tonight. "And it wouldn't be nearly as fresh, now would it?" Declan said, sort of dickishly. Freddy just walked back to the table as the Night-Server walked over and placed both of the plates infront of the bear and fox.

Declan walked back to the counter area and began pre-checking if he had all of the desert portions ready to go. But as he began to pay more attention to the actual area, he noticed something, there was smoke everywhere! Well, saying "everywhere" was an overstatement. It was only really on the side of the kitchen the lucky couple was on. Declan looked around the area to look for a source, when he eventually came across an open vent door with smoke emerging from it. Declan covered his nose and mouth and crawled in to find Chica, smoking in the vent. "Hey, uh. Do you think you can do that outside?" Declan asked her. "Sorry, once I pick a spot, I don't move from it." Chica responded. That's when Declan remembered Scott mentioning that she needed the marijuana in order to not fall apart. He still had no idea what that meant. He didn't know if Scott meant she would fall apart literally or metaphorically. Either way, it couldn't continue. So without a moment's hesitation, Declan crawled back out of the vent and began walking up to the Office area.

Declan walked up the stairs at a somewhat brisk pace and entered the Office. He then pulled up the cameras and blocked off the vent systems inside of the kitchen so they would have no unexpected interruptions. He then looked over the map of the building to see where he led the fumes. Only to find that the room was slowly changing colors and spinning. "Yep, I did that..." He said as he fell onto the Office chair and began spinning until he passed out.

He awoken what he could assume was a few hours later, on the floor. With a certain bear lumbering over him. He began getting back on his feet, "Oh hey, what happened?" He spoke awkwardly, knowing he was probably in plenty of trouble. "Oh no... You missed nothing...except for the entire rest OF THE DATE!" Freddy yelled in response. "Oh uh...I didn't miss much, did I?" Declan asked. Freddy just stood there with the "are you serious?" face, "It's 12:30 right now, you missed a lot..." he finally said. "Well, can you at least explain to me what happened?" Declan asked bear man. "Well, nothing went wrong, but we were waiting for you to get back with the desert!" Freddy said, as if he were to think something went wrong during his absence. "But other than this, did it still go well?" Declan asked as he was getting up from the floor. "Well..." Freddy began as he started to explain what happened through the whole date.

Basically, this whole thing was an awkward meet-up for both of them, it still had a romantic feel to it, and it did end quite well for both, Foxy remarking that she would like to, "Do this again soon"

But he would rather not go through the problems of going through another date of theirs. But who is he kidding?

He is gonna help, whether he likes it or not.

(( This chapter was originally going to include the Freddy 'n Foxy perspectives, as well as their next few dates. But just so I can get this out for all you lovely people, I shall be moving that perspective to our next chapter. P.S. If I did do what I originally planned, this chapter would have been 10,00 words long! ))