Lizzy wondered if being locked in the cupboard was somehow BB's revenge for those couple times she locked him in the supply closet. Likely was, but it wouldn't deter her from doing it again. In fact, it would be the first thing to do when she came back in tomorrow.

But god it was boring in here. At least she had her phone with her to play around with. Like on her current game of chess.

"Hmm… I think…" Lizzy looked at all the pieces before moving her white rook so the black king was cornered by that, and her queen. "Hmp. Try and beat that? I've won," Lizzy said, grinning to herself. Assured of her victory.

'Stalemate'

Lizzy's mouth gapped a bit at the words on the screen.

"Stale… Fuck that! That wasn't a stalemate, that was a fucking check and I was gonna win, you sore loser ass piece of tech!" Lizzy held the screen right in front of her face and continued to glare. "Why? Why do you always do this? I nearly win, and you pull that stale-shit-mate card! Can't stand to be beaten by Lizzy, can you? Stupid-."

"Liz? You still here?" Lizzy nearly dropped her phone as she heard Phil call her name out, but immediately banged on the cupboard door.

"Here! In here! Get me out!"

"Don't worry, on my way."

Lizzy waited patiently as she heard Phil reach her door and remove whatever it was that was keeping the door closed. The door was soon opened and Phil stood back to give her room.

"Hope I didn't keep you too long waiting," he said as Lizzy pulled herself out and got on her feet.

"Nah, don't worry about it." Lizzy brushed herself off, before reaching into the cupboard to take out her bat. "Thanks for coming. I know I kinda woke you up early, but you're the only person whose number I had that I figured would be able to get in."

"It's no problem. The important thing is that you're okay," Phil told her. "So do you think you could explain to me what exactly happened?"

"Where do I start?" Lizzy clicked her tongue as she folded her arms. "Shadow Man kept me from winding the music box, Marilyn got out. I got freaked out so I locked both doors, power eventually went out so I went to hide here and after the bell went, BB did whatever he did to lock the door." Lizzy paused. "What did he use?"

"There were two ladles through the handles," Phil answered. "I guess this doesn't improve relations with him?"

"Hell no," Lizzy scoffed. "Just make me want to kill him, if that was possible."

"What's stopping you?" Lizzy looked at Phil and saw he was mostly joking, though he didn't seem to be entirely surprised by any possibility of Lizzy getting more violent with the animatronics.

"Need the job. Pretty sure I'd be fired if I removed his head or something like that." Lizzy gave Phil a brief smile and hugged him. "Thanks again for coming. You didn't have to, but I'm glad you did."

"I know, but I feel better doing so anyway. Besides, it'd be kinda lame to be stuck here on Thanksgiving," Phil said with a faint chuckle. "So do you need a lift home, or…?"

"No, I can drive myself," said Lizzy. "I'll be sure to sleep as soon as I get to my place. I'm not holding you back from something, am I?"

"No, I'm not due at my mom's place until half three."

"Right, good. Er, you can go now if you want. I just have to grab my things and I'll lock up."

"No, I can wait until you're ready."

"Alright then," Lizzy nodded and went to go to the security office. She wasn't long and was quick to grab her things, so she was quickly back out into the dining room where Phil was sitting down at one of the tables, holding a sheet of paper in one hand and laughing quietly to himself.

"Something funny?"

Phil looked up at Lizzy and grinned as he held the sheet up for her to have a look at. She recognised it as the page she put on Bonnie's back.

"So would want to hop into Bonnie's 'wonderland'?" asked Phil before he burst into some more laughing.

"Freddy of course. He's Freddy's bitch after all," Lizzy replied, smiling contently up at Bonnie. "Freddy's own fuck toy."

"What does that make Chica then?" Lizzy thought about this for a moment, furrowing her eyebrows in thought as she tried to come up with a story.

"… She's the third wheel. Simple as that. Though I suppose she makes a shrine to either Freddy or Bonnie, or perhaps both, as she has an unrequited love for one or the other. Or both."

"Huh, I see." Phil stood up and offered the sheet out to her. "You want it back?"

"Meh, you can keep it if you want. I don't really want to keep it." Phil shrugged and folded the paper up before putting it into his pocket.

"I'll keep it. Might give me a good laugh later. So ready to go?"

"Yep. Let's get out of here," Lizzy said before walking towards the front door. Reaching the door, she looked up at Phil and paused as she noticed the way his hair curled up in random directions when it wasn't brushed. "Huh. Your hair looks pretty good unbrushed," she noted as she reached up and twirl a piece of his hair around her fingers.

"Maybe I should try it for the next date," Phil suggested playfully.

"Couldn't hurt," Lizzy replied, giving a small grin back as she kissed his cheek and opened the door up. "After you?"

"Thanks." Phil walked through the door and Lizzy followed after him. She turned around and was about to shut the door when something caught her eye.

She thought she saw something near the archway leading the bathroom hall. It… It wasn't the Marionette, was it?

Oh who was Lizzy kidding? It was, she just knew it. Who else could be walking about right now after six? The Marionette didn't see her kiss Phil's cheek, did he? A kiss on the cheek isn't normally a big deal, yes. But given the Marionette was unhealthily obsessed with her, he would probably take such a simple action as though he and Lizzy were dating but the Marionette walked in on her and Phil fucking.

Lizzy shut the door, none too gently, and quickly locked it shut before pressing her forehead against the door. Phil… Phil would be okay, wouldn't he? The Marionette wouldn't dare move while there were so many children about, and Phil left before Freddy's closed. Marionette couldn't have an opportunity to even leave his box let alone go anywhere near Phil.

Phil would be alright during his work shift. Wouldn't he?

"Liz? You okay?"

Lizzy looked behind to Phil as he looked at her with a concerned frown on his face. She contemplated lying. If the Marionette wasn't going to come out when children were around and people in general were witnesses. There was no need to make Phil worried after all. But yet there was always that sense of uncertainty that would trail her if she didn't tell Phil and he continued to work here.

"Are you okay? You look a bit freaked out."

"I'm okay, just a bit…" Lizzy sighed and rubbed her face. "Look, I wasn't sure whether to say it or not 'cause my mind may have been playing tricks or something, but I thought I saw the Marionette before I shut the door."

"That puppet? Why…?" Phil trailed off, a small realization showing on his face. "Oh… Well, are you sure you saw him?"

"I don't know. Maybe, maybe not," Lizzy mumbled. "I can't help but wonder if I'm actually losing it."

"And I'm guessing trying to convince you to give the job up would be pointless," said Phil.

"I guess you could say I'm stuck in now, and don't plan to leave 'til I have enough cash," Lizzy said back with a half-hearted shrug before clearing her throat and changing the subject.

"So, are you still up for Sunday?"

"Yeah. I got something planned for my half," Phil responded as he gave a small grin. "I'm hoping you'll like it."

"I'm sure I will." Lizzy pecked his lips. "Now I have to go and sleep. And happy Thanksgiving, Phil."

"You too, Liz. Do you want me to give you a lift home? I could just a taxi back here for my car," Phil offered. Lizzy shuck her head however.

"No, I can drive back myself, thanks."

Sleep felt well deserved when Lizzy arrived back at her apartment and got in bed. And when she got up later to have a late breakfast, the jam on her toast tasted sweeter in her mind. Perhaps the knowledge of knowing she had no work tonight made her a bit more at ease.

Then there was the Thanksgiving dinner with her parents to look forward to. Lizzy felt as rested as could be as she drove to her parents' home, and didn't even stop smiling. Even if it was a small one.

Reaching the house and parking in the driveway, Lizzy pressed her head against the wheel and closed her eyes.

"Just forget about that place. Enjoy yourself. You're with family," she told herself quietly before taking her head off the wheel and getting out. After retrieving her bag from the back, she walked to the front door and pressed the doorbell. Lizzy waited patiently, but hoped they would be fast to answer the door. It was too cold to be out here for long.

"Lizzy?!" he mother opened the door, beaming at her before bringing her into a hug. "Good to see you, sweetie."

"You too, mom," said Lizzy as she returned the hug and stepped inside with her. "So where's dad?"

"He's in the kitchen helping cutting the carrots, for me," her mother said. "Want something to drink?"

"You sure you don't want me to help you with the cooking?"

"Don't worry about that right now. You're probably still a bit tired from work," she said as she took Lizzy's coat off for her. "Now how about you take your bag upstairs and come back down, and I'll have some tea ready for you."

"Sounds good," Lizzy nodded and went upstairs to her old room while her mother went back to the kitchen.

Lizzy's room was just as she remembered seeing it last. The walls were a shade of pale blue and it looked fairly empty since Lizzy had taken most of her possessions with her when she moved out. The only things that remained were a couple photos on the desk of her teens and her highschool graduation. There was also a medal and small trophy for spot next to them. Dumping her bag on the floor, Lizzy stretched her arms up and cracked her neck. It felt a bit odd being in her old room, but it was pleasant.

Knock knock.

Lizzy looked to her door and saw her father there with a grin.

'So how's bambi?'

"I'm good, dad," Lizzy said as she signed back. "How about yourself?"

'I've been good. Just glad to have you home now.'

"Aren't you supposed to be helping mom with cooking?"

'You're mother can miss me for a few minutes,' was his response before he brought Lizzy into a tight hug. He then pulled back and kissed her forehead. 'You're definitely doing fine though, yeah?'

"Definitely dad," answered Lizzy. "How's dinner coming along anyway?"

'It smells delicious as usual,' he replied back. He looked at her for a moment and then asked, 'are you still tired from work?'

"Just a little. No biggie, dad." He looked at her for a moment before he said,

'Maybe you should take a nap for a moment. We'll get you when dinner is ready.'

"I don't want to-."

'Don't worry about it,' he insisted. 'Just rest and look forward to dinner. Okay?'

"… Alright then," Lizzy agreed. "Just, uh… Call me, okay?"

"Can do, bambi."

Thanksgiving dinner had been perfect as far as Lizzy was concerned. The turkey was delicious, the gravy was perfect. All of the food in general was perfect. When asked what she was thankful for, Lizzy had said she was just thankful to be alive. In a joking in tone of course. The wine her father picked out was good as well, and Lizzy had enjoyed the freshly cooked hot brownies with vanilla ice cream that had been served for desert.

A perfect, normal night. Just what Lizzy needed.

Lizzy was outside the diner again. There was some crying.

Lizzy looked at the steps of the diner and saw a little boy crying. Was that Toby? If so, then this was the day…

"Mom… Mom…" Toby was sniffling in-between his mumbled request for his mother that would never come, as he sat on the steps to the pizzeria. Seeing a vaguely familiar car pull in close to Toby, Lizzy felt uncomfortable. She could do nothing but watch as a young man she already knew and hated stepped out.

"Hey, what's wrong, kiddo?" Leon asked as he bent down in front of the boy. Toby went wide eyed and tried to back away, falling off the steps and onto the ground.

"Hey, careful there," Leon said as he took a firm hold of Toby's shoulder. "Now what's wrong?" Toby was trembling a bit, sniffling here and there but answered,

"M-mom's gone… Accident… Da-dad's supposed to come…"

"Accident?" Leon furrowed his brows for a moment before they rose again. "Oh. That accident. I think I passed it sometime ago. Where's your sister?"

"N-not here!" Toby rose his voice a bit at that, trying to back away a little.

"Calm down," Leon told him in a calming tone. "I'm not here for Emma. I saw you crying and wondered what was wrong. Where's your dad?"

"H-he's supposed to p-pick me up."

"Oh?" Leon's eyes glanced up to look at the windows and door. It looked as though an idea had just come to his mind, and he wanted to check that… That no one was watching… "Thing is though, he got held up in traffic trying to get to your mother."

"What?" Toby's eyes were watering a bit.

"Yeah. I saw his car going after the ambulance. Maybe they were going to a hospital."

"Hospital?"

"Yeah, just ten minutes before I drove here," Leon nodded. "You're dad has a green car, doesn't he?"

"Um… Yeah…"

"Well, maybe your mom isn't gone? They might have made a mistake at first, realised it and are now bringing her to hospital to make her good as new! Like it never happened."

"Re-really?" Toby asked, now looking quite hopeful. Leon chuckled and patted his head.

"Sure. I wouldn't raise your hopes like if it weren't true. Now dry those tears." He raised a piece of his keyboard tie (which Lizzy now noticed he was wearing. Did he wear that no matter what else he worse, or where he was going?) and wiped away Toby's remaining tears. "Look, I know I haven't been great towards Emma, and she clearly… loves you. A lot." Leon swallowed thickly there before he continued. "But, I could give you a lift to the hospital so you can see her if you like? Maybe we could even get some ice cream on the way over as a little pick-me-up."

Toby bit his lower lip, looking uncertain on what to do.

"I'm not sure… Dad might be upset. So might mom…"

"You can tell them that you were really upset and couldn't wait for them," Leon assured him. "Just get in the car, and I'll take you to your mother." Toby looked to the diner behind him for a moment before giving a small nod of his head.

"Um… Okay."

Lizzy shut her eyes, not wanting to look as Toby followed Leon to his car. Allowing the older one to open the door of the backseat up for him before going inside, and allowing Leon to shut the door.

SLAM!