A.N.: Hi, everyone! Um, when I started this story, I was going through a phase where I could actually consistently write. And I can't do that anymore. I'm not sure when I'll be able to update from now on, but I promise whilst I can't write all the time, I'm constantly thinking about this little project of mine, and quite honestly I often feel worried, upset or anxious about it- because you're all very lovely, and I can't deliver! But that being said, thank you for never asking me about updates, that would triple my nail biting! Whenever I can write, I will, and it will probably be this story. I was on holidays for a bit, so here's one or two that I was able to manage, and I hope that you can get a little bit of joy from the desolate place that is the language and creative writing centres of my little brain. Thanks, NickinChicken.

"S-so, let me get this straight. You w-want me to play hide-and-seek with you."

Chica considered this for moment, before jerking her head up and down with robotic vigour. Will let out a small whimper, staring up at the chicken demon with unpleasant memories of gaping metal jaws and dark, cramped spaces shooting through his brain. Will was reluctant, but he shakily nodded and hugged himself as the chicken robot beamed and whirred with content. She tottered off to click at the others to come and join in.

Will still didn't know why he did it, he thought as he stared glumly at the cupcake. He supposed that Chica, despite being a giant robotic chicken, had actually been rather charming, with her high-pitched little whines and clumsy hopping from side to side. He supposed that she had been rather pleased when he had nodded at her. He was uncomfortably reminded of what had come before that - well, it was kind of hard to forget the demented hunt he had been sucked into.

Well, on the bright side, at least he was the one who was going to be doing the hunting this time. Not that he would be very menacing, but it was something. And if he knew anything from his previous experiences with his chicken friend, there were going to be more of those hilarious little robotic squeals. Heh.

From his spot in his little starry cove, a certain vulpine pirate was plotting and scheming. The chicken lass had just announced a competition- one of great daring and bravery, of cunning and skill. He remembered with great fondness the chase and the hunt, and many squeals of joy when a child found him hidden behind his purple curtain, eyes and snout poking out to watch them run about in delight.

He missed that.

But tonight, with his small matey and his big mateys, there was adventure to be had! And sly old Foxy knew exactly where he was going to be hiding…

Will stared curiously up at Chica as she clicked at Bonnie loudly. Bonnie was not pleased, he didn't like to be the hider! It was much more fun to stomp about and scare the players, not just sit and wait! Besides, whenever they played, his ears always gave him away! He muttered at the chicken.

"Clickclickclickclick."

"SKREE!"

No, Bonnie-bunny! Just a little turn! You can scare the pants off him later, and I might help you, but it took me aaaaaaages to get him to play! Pleeeeease!

Bonnie sighed. Alright… just a little turn, and then he would get his own back.

Will turned his back to the animatronics for a minute, to check and see that the doors were open. He didn't want the power to run out by accident. He didn't know what happened to Freddy when he ran out of power, but even if he just wanted to snuggle with poor old Will, Will wasn't about to chance any more bruising in the name of family entertainment.

When he turned back to the stage, the 'trons were gone! As his eyes swept frantically over the party hats he heard a faint whirring sound from the West Hall. Will smirked- it was on.

He stalked the East Hall like a wildcat, stealthily stalking its robotic prey. In reality, he really looked like a little floppy man overcompensating for a sprained ankle, giddily tripping over himself and occasionally raising his little nose into the air, like there was something objectionable on his shoe.

Chica shuffled backwards, giggling to herself in a tiny metallic whirr. The funny little man would never find her here! Truth be told, the pantry wasn't very comfortable at all, and the chicken robot wasn't very quiet, but undoubtedly cupboards were pretty good for hiding massive yellow things anyway. What she didn't notice in her moment of glee was the boiler pot steadily inching closer to the edge of the shelf with each little stomp of her feet…

Under the table? Nope.

Aha! In the supply closet!

Will burst triumphantly into the supply closet, knocking over a broom, a dusty old bucket and a family of adoring spiders perched unfortunately behind the door. No demon lagomorph in there. Not even one or two of his conveniently detachable maroon eyes. Oh. Will, in his disappointment, didn't bother to check much further down the hall. He didn't even notice the faintly flickering outline of an eyepatch on the wall, flapping up and down with devious amusement.

Freddy absolutely loved hide-and-seek, and he was very good at it. Currently he was wedged next to Bonnie, under the table in the room where all the spare heads and his skeleton friend lived. The skeleton didn't talk much, but occasionally it looked up at him and smiled before it disappeared to do whatever skeletons did at night. It had taken him a little while and a lot of grunting and huffing while he and Bonnie folded him up under the table. He was a portly sort of fellow, but that was no excuse to laugh at his predicament, he had huffed at a certain bunny. Oh well. He knew that his bunny buddy meant well, and he loved the ol' bear even with his expansive ursine belly.

Will was in the process of checking under the tables in the dining area. He didn't really want to go back into Foxy's Pirate Cove, not after what he had seen in there… Will didn't know why or how there were rum bottles in that fox robot's possession, but coworker joke or not, some of them were just nasty. Will wondered if Foxy liked having so much mould about. He supposed most pirates had a bit on their teeth anyway.

Suddenly, he heard a thumpthumpthump from the back room, and he grinned. Of course the demon bunny would hide in there. Probably had his eyes in there too. But before he could burst in and laugh at his ticked-off rabbit friend, a monstrous kind of screech sounded behind him. He turned, frozen.

It was an alien!

A huge, yellow alien with a shiny cylindrical head!

But before Will could get out his camera, he realised that it was Chica with a pot stuck on her head, knocking over tables and chairs like a freight train- straight towards him.

And before he could move out of the way, they crashed straight into the back room!

Oh boy, thought Bonnie as he was squished into Freddy and rammed by the squirmy little being, this is why I don't let Chica try the eye trick. Not that the chicken wanted to do that, anyway, considering the silly pot was finally off her head! She groaned. It had been such a good hiding place, as well.

Will set about freeing himself from the tangled mass of whirring, groaning robots. He really needed a torch though, considering his foot was wedged curiously in the pot, and he was pretty sure that Bonnie had lost at least one component of his facial features when the chicken robot had a toe in his eye socket.

So Will clanged and bumped his sorry way down to the office to retrieve his flashlight, and possibly faint.

And faint he did, as a certain vulpine pirate jumped out at him in glee, and Will consequently fell unconscious with a small sob and a large crash.