A/N: Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for the 600+ views. You are amazing.

LavenderCrystalOfRoses: I like Demons by Starset. Very good beat and very good lyrics. It probably helps that it fits with Smoke's story and tone very well. ^^
Now on with the chapter.

It was now a somber party that headed towards the racket. BB was at the front, knowing, dreading, rejecting.

"OW!" Mangle suddenly shouted. "My head hit me!" The culprit now sagged by a few wires on Mangle's neck.
"Oh, For love of Pete," Toy Freddy grumbled, yanking the 'Third Head' off of Mangle's spine.

"What is that, anyway?" Asked Toy Bonnie.
"It kinda looks like a camera." Mangle said, looking at it closely.

"I think it is."
"Come on, guys!" Toy Chica called. "Whatever it is, we'll worry about it later!"

"Right!" Mangle called, dropping the head.

They found three of the others in terrible distress.

"FUCK MY LIFE!" Freddy screamed, shaking a...toilet seat?
"WE'RE DOOMED!" Shrieked Foxy, running in circles.
"FREDDY YOU FUCKER WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?! WE RAN OUTA TIME!" Chica shouted, sounding just as stoned as anyone else.

"She's probably just joking." BB laughed uncertainly. "In fact, they're probably all joking." He looked at them for assurance. "Right?"
"BB, I don't think-" Toy Freddy began.
"Guys, Guys!" BB shouted.
Freddy had collapsed, still holding the toilet seat, looking dazed. "I'm dead." He announced.

"It killed me…"
"Freddy, you fucked up." Foxy slurred, also on the ground.

"Foxy, I know, you shitbrain." Freddy grumbled.
Mangle laughed. "Oh, that is rich!" She giggled. The other three glared at her again. "Because there's a toilet seat." She murmured awkwardly, face heating up. "And they're all-" She frowned. "Never mind."

BB walked up to Freddy. "Guys, this isn't funny anymore!" He shouted. "Please stop it, whatever you're doing!"

"FUCK-" Chica belched.

BB shrank back. "Chica? I brought back help, just like you asked. Don't you remember? We hid in the kitchen and locked the door and-"
"Butt." Chica said.

"Fuck." Foxy said.
"Bear." Freddy said.

The three howled with laughter.

"What." Toy Freddy said. "What." He said again, not sure if he was hallucinating.

"BB, come away from there." Said Toy Bonnie.

"Alright, you're eye's wrong, stay allegiant, Kyle." Freddy said, crossing his arms and holding out a pawful of colorful foil.
"Yeah, Kyle, we want our fucking stuff!" Said Foxy.

"Who's Kyle?" Asked Toy Bonnie.

The older animatronics ignored him.

"I don't know! It's what they're calling me for some reason!"
"Who're you talking to Kyle?" BB turned back around to see Freddy staring at him expectantly.

BB looked at the Toys, then at Freddy, who was going increasingly fidgety. BB didn't like the look on his face.

He reluctantly held out his bag. They weren't toys. He knew that now.
The three animatronics pawed through it eagerly.

Freddy took out a very thick cigarette. "Mmm, chocolate." He handed it to Chica.

BB turned to Chica. "Chica, please-"
"What are you lookin at?!" Chica cut him off, glaring.

"Foxy-"
Foxy gave him a pile of torn up paper.

"We're done. Bye-Bye," He smirked.

BB stared at the paper in his hands.
"Wait!" he called out, but it was useless. They didn't even acknowledge him.

He stared after them helplessly, then narrowed his eyes. "Fine," He muttered. "BE THAT WAY! GO! NOW! SEE IF I CARE!"
"Later, loser!" Foxy called in response.

BB slumped over, regretting his outburst. "How could they do this?" He whispered.

"Rest assured they're not going to stay like this." Toy Bonnie told him.

"I have an idea." Toy Chica started. "Let's head to the office. If there's really nobody in there, we can use it as a base of operations or something."
"Great!" Said Mangle. "Let's go!"

"BB, I have a question," Mangle said as they headed down the west hall.

"What now?"
"Well," Mangle scratched behind the back of her main head, "Is that other bear-the golden one-Is he-did he have any-"
"I don't know! I haven't-"
"Crud, the rabbit's back!" A new voice shouted.

Slam!
"Damn, it is here!" Toy Chica cursed.

"Not exactly." Toy Bonnie answered her, pointing through the window.

Toy Chica looked in. Her jaw dropped. "What in the-WHAT?!"
For there, in uniform, was none other then Golden Freddy himself, staring at Toy Bonnie with frightened eyes.
"Would you away?!" He snapped. "My power's already at 80%!"

Toy Freddy's jaw dropped. "What." he stated. "What."
"He must've taken the pills." Said BB.

"Well, there goes our base." Mangle groaned, disappointed. "I really wanted a base!"
"Fear not, Mangle," Toy Chica smirked. "I have it all under control."
She walked up to the glass and and banged on it.
"Stop doing that!" Goldie said. "Oh, man, why did I fucking take this job?"
"Hey, Goldie!" Toy Chica called cheerfully.
"What?! Hey, you're supposed to come to that door!" Goldie said in an accusing tone.

"Oh, I can enter any way I want." Toy Chica responded.

"What do you want from me?!" Goldie wailed.
"Oh," Said Toy Chica, fluttering her eyes innocently, "I just was wondering if you heard about the party that Freddy and his friends are having."
"A party!?" Goldie asked, interested, and dropping all pretenses.
"Yeah, a party!" Said Mangle. "Lots and lots of fun!"
"Oh, I want to go to the party!" Grinned Golden Freddy.

"Yes I'm sure you'll have a good time-No, wait." Toy Chica pouted. "You can't."
Golden Freddy frowned, immensely disappointed. "Why not?"
"Because you weren't invited." Said Mangle, catching on, frowning.
"WHAT?!" Golden Freddy roared at the top of his lungs in a rage.

"THOSE-" Golden Freddy let loose a stream of profanities, that BB didn't hear because Toy Bonnie's hands quickly clamped over his head, and even when Goldie had finally spent himself, didn't let go.

"So," Said Toy Chica, as Golden Freddy gasped for breath, "Doesn't wanna make you get out of this office?!"
"No way," Goldie answered. "I'm staying right here. I'll lie in wait." He giggled manically.

"Can we-"
"NO!" Goldie slammed the door shut.
"Nice going, Chi." Mangle grumbled.

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