Haley's Mom and Dad weren't as excited to go to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza as their daughter was, but it would be nice to finally get it over with after Haley had nagged them for so long about it. When she saw the store, she squealed with glee, and again when they went into the store, and again when she saw Freddy and his friends. Haley pouted a bit when her Mom held onto her to stop her from rushing the stage while her father checked in at the front; Veronica had heard about what had happened a few weeks earlier and wasn't going to let Haley out of her sight for a minute.

The two could handle the corny music and screaming children; that was a must for raising an 8 year old girl. What they couldn't handle was the pizza. It was like the cooks had smeared grease onto pieces of paper. Haley however, loved the pizza. Veronica couldn't understand how Haley could just shovel this trash into her mouth, but wouldn't touch her vegetables. The two made sure to keep an eye on Haley as she ran around the store, playing Wack-a-Freddy and jumping into the ball pit, and as she ran up to the Foxy animatronic to give it a hug.

"Argh! You be a fine member of Foxy's crew!"

Veronica carefully pulled Haley away from the animatronic. She didn't like the look of that hook. Haley whined a bit, but then her attention was caught by another animatronic, this one a chicken. Veronica and Karl were less worried about this one; no sharp parts.

"Hi! My name's Chica! What's yours?"

"My name's Haley!"

"That's a nice name. Are you having a nice time at Freddy's?"

"Yeah I am!"

As creepy as she thought the robot chicken was, Veronica thought that the way it was designed was friendly enough.

"Hey Chica, this is my Mom and Dad." Haley tugged on Veronica's arm to bring her in front of the animatronic. "Say hi to Chica, Mommy!"

Enjoying the ridiculousness of talking to a robot chicken, Veronica stifled a laugh and talked to it.

"Hello Chica."

"Hey!" The animatronic's eyes closed in what was supposed to be a friendly grin. "I'm really glad you could come!"

"Well that's nice of you Chi…" Veronica was cut off midsentence when she smelled something. She grimaced and backed away, realizing that the smell was coming from the Chica animatronic. It smelled rotten, like something had crawled into it and died in there.

"Are you having a good day?" The animatronic asked, opening its eyes back up.

"We're having a great day, Chica!" Haley said in response.

A bell rang. The Chica animatronic looked at its empty wrist.

"Oh boy! It looks like it's time for another show!"

It turned around and walked towards the stage, to Veronica's relief.

"Yay!" Haley said, turning to her Mom. "I'm going to sit in the front where the stage is!"

"Um…" Veronica wasn't sure if she wanted her daughter so near that machine; it might make her sick. Unfortunately, Haley had said this as a statement, not a request, and had already run up to the stage. "Haley, wait!" Veronica felt a hand on her shoulder and saw her husband beside her.

"Don't worry, she's right where we can see her, she' fi…" Karl noticed the look on his wife's face. "What's wrong? You look sick."

"I smelled something in that chicken robot. When do you think the last time these people cleaned those things was?"

Karl smiled, unworried. "Oh I'm sure kids just like to throw their food at the animatronics. That must be what the smell was."

"You don't understand, that thing smelled rotten…"

The Foxy animatronic activated from behind the two in the Pirate's Cove.

"Hahahahar! It be time for some pirate jokes!"

On the Show Stage, the Chica animatronic put its hand on its head.

"Oh no, not again…"

"Uh…Foxy…" Bonnie said. "Don't you think that maybe that should wait until later?"

"Yeah, when we're all asleep." Chica muttered.

"Now come on guys, let's hear what Foxy's got." Freddy said.

"Thank ye Freddy, ye old landlubber!" The Foxy animatronic coughed into its hand to clear its throat. "Why are pirates great singers?"

"Well, I don't know, Foxy." Freddy said. "Why are pirates great singers?"

"They can hit the high C's! Hahahahar!"

"Oh brother." Chica muttered.

"Say Freddy," Bonnie whispered. "Can we start the show…?"

"Why did the pirate skip class?" Foxy continued, interrupting Bonnie. While this was going on, Veronica and Karl got closer to the animatronic.

"There…do you smell that? It smells awful!"

Karl grimaced, finally getting the smell himself.

"I know what you mean. But hey…" He said, trying to smile. "It's like I said, kids probably just got their dirty hands all over it and spread that nasty pizza sauce on it. We'll just tell the employees that they need to clean these things."

As Veronica and Karl were talking, the animatronics were continuing their act.

Bonnie sighed. "I don't know, Foxy. Why did the pirate skip class?"

"He was playing hooky!" Foxy held up its hook. "Hahahahar!"

Bonnie groaned.

Veronica saw something on the Foxy animatronic and pointed it out to Karl.

"Is that blood?"

"Well that was nice, Foxy." Freddy said. "It's time to get on with the…"

"No, wait, hang on! There be one more."

Karl looked at the red gunk around the Foxy animatronic's eyes and mouth.

"Listen, now you're just getting paranoid, that's got to be pizza sauce."

"Why couldn't the pirate go see the movie?" Foxy said

The Chica animatronic put its hand over its eyes and groaned.

"Please don't…"

"It was rated Arrrrr! Hahahar! Get it!? Arrrr!"

'Splort'

Karl leapt back in shock, as opposed to Veronica, who had frozen in horror. After a few seconds of feeling something wet on her face, she walked around her husband to the nearest table. She grabbed a handful of napkins and wiped at her face. Veronica pulled them away, and saw that what had jutted out of the Foxy animatronic's mouth was mucus. She felt her stomach shift.

"Get Haley and get to the car…" Veronica managed to get out before she ran to the bathroom. Karl ran to the front of the store and picked up Haley.

"What!? Dad, where are we going?"

"We're leaving!"

"But I don't wanna!" Haley whined. "Freddy just started a new song!"

Karl managed to ignore her crying and carry her out of the restaurant, locking the two in the car. Veronica came out after a few minutes, her face wet and red from scouring it with hot water and soap, a bit of spittle and vomit still on the front of her dress.