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Chica was crying on Foxy's arms. He was hugging her. Trying to comfort her, but he was also sad, trying not to cry.

Foxy didn't want to come back anymore. He wouldn't be in any shows until Chipper and Nibbles were back.

Bonnie was extremely worried. Not only about Chipper and Nibbles but also about Chica. He wasn't even able to play his guitar.

Freddy was sitting on the stage at Bonnie's side. He was pouring tea on a cup.

"finally! Peace at last! Cheers, gentlemen" said Freddy, while drinking his tea.

"How can you act like that, Freddy?! Those kids might be in danger right now and there's nothing we can do! Look at Chica and Foxy! They're desperate but they can do nothing but wait!" said Bonnie, outraged. Freddy took one more sip of the tea.

"This wouldn't have happened if they raised their children the right way" said Freddy.

"what do you mean?"

"see, these kids just don't behave. ever. They have no control over their children. So much they're both gone by now. They should have been strict and teach good manners to their children. If that happened, we would have well behaved children here right now, not all of this unnecessary drama" said Freddy in a superior tone.

"Kids are just like that, Freddy. There's no much anyone can do" said Bonnie. Freddy looked annoyed.

"we'll see about that, my friend" thought Freddy.

Chipper was still waiting for Nibbles to show up at the docks, he decided to look around, seeing the pirate ship again. He then remembered the ship had a telescope on the back, next to the helm.

"Maybe I can use that to find Nibbles!" thought Chipper, running inside the old wooden ship, directly to the back of it.

He looked through the lens of the telescope, searching the beach for the yellow fox.

"there she is!" he thought, seeing Nibbles. He ran as quick as he could to the other side of the beach, where his sister were.

Meanwhile, the CEO was showing the manager his mysterious "project JR".

"what exactly is this thing, sir?" asked the manager, looking shocked at the content of the file.

"this? well, just an old project I drew to my father. You know, back in the 70's we had Freddy as the only animatronic of our restaurant" said the CEO.

"yes, I know. I was there. I remember the CEO... your father... asked for ideas for new characters... that's when I gave the idea of creating Bonnie... " said the manager.

"I'm glad you remember, Mr. Cawthon. Anyway, I also gave him an idea, and this was Freddy Fazbear Jr." explained the CEO.

"Freddy... Jr?"

"of course, I was young at the time, so I couldn't develop the character a lot. All I did was to draw Freddy and a smaller Freddy next to him. I waited for my father to decide, but they approved your project instead" said the CEO.

"I'm... sorry" said the manager.

"it's ok, Mr. Cawthon. But now I have the chance to bring this project to life!" said the CEO, excited.

"but... what about Chipper and Nibbles?"

"the police is looking for them, isn't it? Sooner or later they'll be found. Unfortunately, we can't wait for them while we lose all of this money and popularity we got so far" said the CEO.

"now, please, Mr. Cawthon, contact the animatronic factory and order them a new robot based on these projects. The blueprints are in the file, send them those" the CEO told the manager what to do.

"also, Mr. Cawthon..." he continued.

"his programming must be the same as Freddy's, give me a mini Freddy!" said the CEO. The manager left, starting to think.

"the last thing I want is another Freddy to take care of! Maybe I can do something about it..." thought the CEO, picking up the office's phone.

"Good morning, I'm from Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. I'd like to order a new animatronic..."

Meanwhile, Chipper had finally found Nibbles, running at her.

"Nibbles, wait!" he yelled.

"Chipper? What are you doing in here?" Nibbles asked.

"I came to take you home"

"I don't wanna go home" she said.

"I don't care, Nibbles. I am taking you home!" Chipper said, trying to take Nibbles by the arm. She didn't let him.

"No! I'm not going until I get my bunny back!" said Nibbles, not letting Chipper pull her. He then gave up.

"Nibbles... your bunny... is lost! Like... forever! It's not possible to know where it is!" Chipper tried to explain.

"We just need someone to search the sea for us" she said. Chipper then looked angry.

"Nibbles, just look at the sea! It's giant, if you haven't noticed yet. Your bunny is lost! Face the facts!" Chipper shouted, intimidating Nibbles. She looked at the ground, sad, a tear came out of her eye. Chipper felt bad for her.

"Sorry for yelling at you... but why is this bunny so important?" he asked.

"because you gave it to me" she responded. They both stood still without saying anything.

"so... you wanted THAT bunny back because I gave it to you?" asked Chipper. Nibbles nodded, still looking sad. Chipper then grabbed her arm.

"then I will get you another bunny!" he said, taking her away.

"where are we going?" she asked.

"we're going back to that carnival to get you another bunny!" he responded.

"Chipper..."

"what?"

"I'm hungry" Nibbles said.

"actually... me too... we haven't eaten since last night, isn't it?"

"yeah... when will we eat?" she asked.

"I don't know..." Chipper responded. They walked to the park.

Meanwhile, Freddy Jr. was being built. The CEO himself came to see the process.

"yes... my little frankestein..." he whispered.

"uuh, sir... you know frankenstein was a monster who killed his own creator, don't you?" the manager asked, making the CEO confused.

"he did? oh, sorry, I never got literature right" he responded, constrained.

"anyway, Mr. Cawthon, when will our new friend be ready?" asked the CEO.

"they'll ship him tomorrow, sir" responded the manager. the men watched as the machines finished covering his endoskeleton with his fabric suit, he was ready.