Yes, I know, thanksgiving has already passed. But it's still November for the animatronics as of right now, so I feel like it's time I get to the chapter where the animatronics get into shenanigans regarding the tradition.

Hope you enjoy.

Man, Bon-Bon really has to find Gregory. Foxy remarked to himself as he stared at Gregory's cage. Today he was sitting in his back room and was simply contemplating everything, not really sure of what to do today. He was too lazy to go out of his room and do something in the rest of the pizzeria, but there was really nothing he could do here in his room either. Bon-Bon would have been there too, but the hand-puppet had left to look for Gregory and had not came back yet.

I haven't seen that chicken for days. Foxy went on, then turned and glared at his pc. And I STILL CANNOT log onto this computer! I really just want to use it for normal stuff, like checking the internet or watching YouTube. Why must it lock itself away from me?

Foxy then looked back at the cage. Oddly enough...I do miss Gregory. He was kind of nice to have around, even if he didn't say much. Don't know what else I could do right now. I have a box of CDs under my desk, but neither my computer nor my tv work, so I can't even use those. Say...where is everybody else right now? They could be doing anything. Well, I'm feeling kind of lazy today, so maybe I'll just stay here and think to myself-

"Foxy!" Somebody called, and he heard knocking at the door. "Foxy, are you there?"

Foxy went down the wooden steps and right up to the door, then looked through the window to see who it was. And, sure enough by the sound of the voice he heard, Ballora was there at the door.

Oh great, the one person I didn't want to see today. Foxy groaned in his head.

"Oh, hey!" Ballora greeted, seeing Foxy on the other side of the door. She waved to him.

"Hi..." Foxy answered, waving a little bit back. "...what are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here? Well, clearly I'm here to see you. Could you, uh, open the door for me?"

"So are you here for some weird reason? Do you have a crush on me and you're here to admit it?"

"Um...no. That's disgusting. I'm already with Reggie, and I'm a loyal ballerina, thank you very much, so I won't be betraying him anytime soon. But this is more important than Reggie! Actually, nothing's more important than Reggie...uh, anyways, open the door!"

"Okay, I'll open it." Foxy lied, and he pulled the handle and started to push the door open, then quickly closed it again. "Aw, the door closed AGAIN. Too bad for you."

"Just let me in. If you don't...then I'll find a way in myself."

"That is true, you do find ways in even if I don't let you inside...fine, here you go."

Foxy grabbed the handle again and fully pushed open the door this time, letting Ballora inside the room.

"Okay, so..." Ballora began as she came into the room.

"WELCOME TO MY HOUSE!" Foxy interrupted, waving his arms.

"Yes, I've been in here before, and it's pretty small and boring."

"It's better than your place..."

"Dream on."

"Well, do YOU have a tv that takes up an entire wall and can't be watched in this room without getting your neck hurt? I don't think so."

Ballora stared at the tv, then began moving around the room, looking at the tv from every possible angle to see if she could prove Foxy wrong.

"Okay, there really is no good." Ballora said finally. "But, anyways, you're distracting me! So, on to business! Me, you, and everybody else here at the pizzeria right now are going...to have...a big feast!"

"A feast? Great!" Foxy cheered. "I hope it's all security guard flavor, that'd be delicious! But why are we having a feast? There's no special event or holiday today."

"What do you mean, no special event? It's Thanksgiving today!"

"Hah, Thanksgiving? I'm not giving thanks to anybody, why would I? Why would anybody? It doesn't make sense."

"True, maybe we're not that type of people. But we are truly thankful for some things in our lives, though. Like the security guards, who give us fun and make things more interesting."

"Yeah."

"And we've got the salesman to be thankful for, too."

"Actually, not them. Those salespeople are pretty annoying."

"That is correct. Remember the last one that came here?"

"Oh my god, do not remind me. That guy was the worst of the bunch. The next time I see him, he'll get to meet my claws..." Foxy growled under his breath.

"Woah, woah. Calm down, okay?"

"Sorry. Just some unpleasant memories."

"Really? Well, I understand, I guess. But we really should get back on track." Ballora pointed at the door. "We've got to go and get everyone else so they can celebrate Thanksgiving with us! Come on, let's go!"

"Okay, I'm coming."

Foxy, ready to help find everyone else and celebrate whatever this 'Thanksgiving' was, followed Ballora out of the room.

Foxy was now confused. Ballora was leading him into the kitchen.

"Ballora, why are we going into the kitchen?" He asked. "I thought we were getting everybody else. There's nobody in here, though."

"Oh yeah, I should have told you about that part." Ballora replied. "Before we get everyone, we need to stop by in here and grab some stuff. Also, on a completely unrelated note, I recommend you watch your step around the front doors. They've been known to grab onto people and make them disappear."

"Uh, alright, then. Avoid the doors. Got it."

"Oooooh, doors that make people disappear? Excellent. Foxy, why not push HER through the doors?"

"What? No! I'm not gonna do that."

Ballora glared at Foxy. "Don't touch me. Anyway, the stuff we need to grab. Foxy, if you can, get some salt and pepper for me. There should be some shakers of them in the kitchen here somewhere..."

Foxy nodded and began looking around the kitchen. He firstly noticed the toaster on the counter, which still had some pieces of toast inside of it, as well as two carrots, which were out on top of a cutting board on the counter. A knife was stuck on the cutting board by one of the carrots, which had been cut up into pieces. The way it seemed, somebody had been working in this kitchen recently.

"There's some toast and carrots here." Foxy said. "They look pretty recently touched."

"Yeah, those." Ballora responded. "Freddy's been in here lately. He's been busy with the food."

"He isn't throwing any more away, is he?"

"Not to my knowledge, no."

"Good."

Speaking of throwing away, Foxy had came over to the garbage chute, which was open for some reason. Not wanting anyone to fall down there, he quietly closed it.

"Foxy, what are you doing?" Ballora asked, a little annoyed that Foxy wasn't actively looking for food.

"Just closing the chute so nobody falls in."

"Oh, good point." Ballora came over and looked at the chute herself. Suddenly, Foxy could feel the voice in his head resonating.

"The garbage chute...hee, hee, hee...that looks nice this time of year. Maybe I can put it to use for when it begins. Heh, heh, heh..."

Ballora stared incredulously at Foxy. "Okay, that voice needs to stop."

"What voice?" Foxy said quickly, trying to draw attention away from it.

Ballora sighed. "Nevermind." She turned away and went over to the fridge, which she opened and began rummaging around inside of it. "Okay, I'll need some fruit from here...some apples, some bananas..."

"Ballora, I'm getting bored." Foxy stated as soon as he started feeling bored. "Why are we even here?"

"I'm grabbing some more food, okay?!" Ballora exclaimed as she closed the fridge. She reached into a cabinet, took out a bag, and filled the bag with the food she had collected. Then she put it over her shoulder and walked over to Foxy. "Geez."

"God, sorry."

"Well, I've got everything I need. Come on, lazybones."

"Lazybones? Nah, I think you're the lazybones."

"I'm a ballerina. I dance all of the time."

Foxy followed Ballora into the main room, where she stopped short.

"Alright, so, we need to find the others." She declared, turning back around to face Foxy. "Do you know where- what's his name again? Bon-Bon-"

"Oh, you mean Gregory!" Foxy interpreted.

"Uh, no, I didn't. Where is Gregory, anyways?"

"I dunno. I thought you knew."

"Wrong. I actually don't."

"Oh, well- hey, wait a minute!" Foxy had noticed the bouncy house, which was in close proximity to where they were standing. Bon-Bon was inside the bouncy house, attempting to jump around the place by using his torso to bounce. "Bon-Bon's in the bounce house!"

Foxy ran into the bouncy house. Ballora followed, complaining loudly about Bon-Bon being in there.

"Why is Bon-Bon in my bouncy house?!" She exclaimed.

"YOUR jump-house? Oh, so everything's YOURS apparently." Foxy countered, sick of hearing her complain. Ballora looked equally annoyed but said nothing else. Both of them started bouncing around in the bounce house as they looked at Bon-Bon.

"Hello there." Bon-Bon greeted, waving.

"Hey, Bon-Bon. What are you doing in here? I thought you were out looking for Gregory."

Bon-Bon frowned sadly and nodded, but quickly shook his sadness off. "I was looking for Gregory, but I decided I needed a break, so I came here and had a little fun. Just jumped around here. The usual for when you're in here."

"Ah, I see. So, Ballora wants to tell us something. Ballora, what are we doing again?"

"We're having a FEAST!" Ballora announced cheerily. "A Thanksgiving feast."

"What's that?" Bon-Bon asked, looking unknown to Thanksgiving as a whole.

"It's a holiday where we have a feast and give thanks to all that we're thankful for!"

"Actually, I was wondering about this earlier, and now I think I should ask." Foxy voiced. "What are we even going to be eating at the feast?"

"I'm glad you asked! We're gonna have turkey, which is made out of chicken, and we're also going to have potatoes and carrots, and cake, too! And did I mention chicken? Oh, yes, I did. We are having chicken. And more chicken. And MORE chicken."

"Um...where did you get the chicken?" Bon-Bon inquired, looking a little worried.

Ballora's face became expressionless. "Oh, you know. Somewhere. I just found it in the kitchen, readily cooked. It was already on a plate and everything. So I said: 'Oh, this looks good for the feast!' and so I took it. And when I did, for some reason there were a lot of feathers scattered around the room. Don't know why."

As Ballora said this, Bon-Bon seemed to become more and more anxious, to the point where at the end he started to hyperventilate.

"Bon-Bon, are you okay?" Foxy cut in, looking down worriedly at Bon-Bon. "Is there something wrong?"

Bon-Bon stopped hyperventilating, but still looked very anxious. "Nothing. It's nothing."

"Are you sure?" Ballora pressed. "Say, that reminds me. Were you ever able to find Gregory?"

Bon-Bon whimpered a little. "No."

"Hmm. That's funny. Oh well, I'm sure you'll find him eventually...also, can we stop jumping around now? I'm getting kind of dizzy."

"Sure, I guess..." Foxy groaned, as he too was feeling kind of dizzy. The animatronics left the bouncy house and proceeded back into the main room.

Foxy and Ballora both stopped speaking and took deep breaths, trying to shake off the dizziness. Bon-Bon, who looked perfectly fine compared to the others, simply shook his head condescendingly at Foxy and Ballora.

"You guys are such noobs." The hand-puppet heckled playfully.

"Whatever." Ballora grunted. "Anyways, what was I saying again? Oh, right. Thanksgiving isn't just about eating food, it's also about being thankful for things you like! And I say we should be thankful for the security guards AND each other! After all, we're all in this together."

"And by that, I think she's gone crazy a little bit." Foxy whispered into Bon-Bon's ear.

"Well, I for one don't understand why we need to do this feast." Bon-Bon criticized.

"Good point." Foxy agreed easily. "You have no legs, so all of the food will just fall right out of you."

"...we've had this discussion before."

"Yep. Oh, and by the way, Ballora, word of advice. If you find any candy on the ground...do not eat it."

Only one word of this seemed to register with Ballora.

"Oooooh, candy?!" She squealed. "I like candy! Where is it?" Foxy, seeing where she was confused, tilted his head in the direction of Bon-Bon. Ballora confusedly looked from Foxy to Bon-Bon and back again. "Wait a second, is that not the type of- oooooooh, you mean that it's..."

"Yeah, it is."

"Ew! Are you trying to fool people into eating that, Bon-Bon?!"

"Um...no?" Bon-Bon denied halfheartedly.

"A likely story. I'm up to your tricks, Bon-Bon. You can't fool me."

"It's not my fault, though. Every time I eat candy, it just...goes through."

"And, fun fact." Foxy added. "He eats them with the wrappers on. And I have no idea why."

"Wait, and then it comes out with all the wrapping and everything?" Ballora continued for Foxy.

"Yeah." Bon-Bon confirmed. "You know, since I have a hole where my legs should be?"

"He's like a duck when he eats." Foxy compared. "He just swallows the food whole. It all goes in his mouth at once."

Ballora looked very interested to hear this. "That sounds kind of magical. Here, let me see." Bon-Bon looked a bit reluctant, but turned around. Ballora squatted down and stared at the underneath of Bonnie's chest, where she could see the metallic interior inside. "Wow...how does it work like that?"

"This is really weird-looking." Foxy admit, a bit creeped out by the scene before him.

"What? No!" Ballora got up quickly and stepped away from Bon-Bon. "I was just trying to figure out why the whole 'goes through' thing happens. Anyways, we need to find everybody else. Where's Puppet?"

"I think he's in his room. Let's go check the box. By the way, we need to sit down and talk to him. He's been acting weird lately, and I think he's hiding stuff from us. Something about a purple guy and a thing called 'Ennard'."

"Ennard? Gosh, what a weird name."

"My thoughts exactly. But we can't bring it up to him yet, because it's clear that whoever these people are, Puppet's trying to keep them a secret."

"Okay, good idea."

"If only you knew the truth, huh?"

"Not now." Foxy muttered, ignoring the voice. He, with Ballora and Bon-Bon behind him, left the main room and headed down the hallways towards the auditorium.

"Puppet!" Ballora called as they entered the auditorium. And they saw him right away, sitting down on one of the chairs in the rows of chairs facing the stage. They both ran over to Puppet.

"HELLO, PUPPET!" Foxy and Ballora yelled at the same time.

"Woah!" Puppet gasped as he turned to look at them. For some reason, he was holding a banjo.

"Where'd you get a banjo from?" Foxy asked, already curious about it.

"I've always had it." Puppet answered vaguely, putting the banjo on a chair next to him. "What do you guys want?"

"I'll tell you!" Ballora exclaimed. "Well, Foxy and Bon-Bon already know, so it may be boring for them for me to repeat this, but I've got to tell you. We're having a FEAST!"

"Oh, a feast? What's the occasion? Is it your birthday again?"

"No, it's not. That's tomorrow."

"What?!" Foxy yelped. "Ugh, not again. She always has to have a birthday party every other day..."

"It is! It's a birthday, birthday, birthday! But today is THANKSGIVING!"

"Thanksgiving." Puppet processed, perplexed.

"Yes."

"What is that?"

Ballora did a double-take, then threw her arms up in frustration. "Did nobody here learn what Thanksgiving is?!"

"You know what? No." Puppet snapped, standing up. "This is not real. It can't be."

"It IS real! Look at your calendar!"

"You did this before! And then, it was something called 'Easter Day'!"

"Not to mention the time she forced us to celebrate her 'birthday'!" Foxy added. "Saying all this stuff about giving thanks and eating food...no, I'm not buying it. You're just making this another day about yourself and forcing us to be a part of it."

"Fine, you want evidence?!" Ballora exclaimed. "Look at this calendar!" She took out a brown book and forced it into Puppet's hands. "Read it! What does it say?!"

Puppet opened the small book and read whatever text was inside. "'Thanksgiving'..."

"Exactly!"

"Wait, and then all the next pages say 'Christmas'! See?! You just have a bunch of made-up days in here!" Puppet passed the book back to an exasperated Ballora.

"Oh my god, do you guys not know what a calendar is?"

"Uh, is that something you write words on?" Foxy guessed.

"Well, yeah, you sort of write words. But mostly, you just put down what you're doing to do on specific days so you can prepare for it."

"Did each of the days say: 'My Birthday, My Birthday, My Birthday' on it?" Foxy asked Puppet expectantly.

"Yeah, in one part." Puppet confirmed.

"That?" Ballora said. "That's in a couple of months for when my birthday is every day."

"It doesn't work that way." Foxy explained.

"Yes, it does. It's called 'Ballora Month'."

"And I'm not looking forward to it at all."

"Well, don't worry, because today is THANKSGIVING!"

"So where are we doing this 'Thanksgiving' thing? Right here in the auditorium?"

"No, this place is horrible for Thanksgiving. Too dirty. Instead, we're going to do it in...the girls' bathroom!"

Foxy, Puppet, and Bon-Bon all sweat dropped.

"I'll pass." Bon-Bon mumbled.

"Same here." Foxy agreed.

"Just kidding!" Ballora laughed. "Aw, you guys are too easy to trick. Follow me, it's this way."

She led them out of the auditorium.

They were heading down the big hallway, Ballora giving them trivia about Thanksgiving as they went. As they did, they passed by the party room that had been meant to be Bon-Bon's room before being filled with plungers. Foxy, remembering the events from yesterday, decided to joke about it.

"Hey, Bon-Bon, have you been in your room lately?" He cracked, then laughed out loud.

Bon-Bon seethed, glaring at Foxy angrily. "Don't mention it. Seriously, don't."

Ballora led them past that party room and to the one next to it, this one closer to Ballora's room. Foxy came inside and was met with a big shock.

The room had been changed up dramatically. The table in the room had been set up, with plates, forks, cups, and knives at each spot. Multiple foodstuffs were set on the table, including two big plates, one with a big cooked turkey and the other with a big cooked chicken, a bowl of fruit, a bowl of eggs, a bowl of ramen noodles, a cake, a bottle of apple cider, and even a gumball machine. The lightbulb had been replaced with two chandeliers, which made the room alit more brightly than ever. A big painting of the Taj Mahal was set on one wall.

Reggie was also in the room, sitting down on a chair at the end of the table. He seemed a bit bewildered to be there, but was fine nonetheless.

"WOAH!" Foxy screamed. "So much stuff!"

"Like it? I think it's great." Ballora said, grinning.

"I'm sitting right next to Reggie!" Foxy took a seat at the right side of the table, right close to where Reggie was.

"No, wait! That's my spot!"

"It is? Oh, sorry." Foxy stood up and moved away from the chair.

"I'm sitting over here!" Puppet called out, racing for the other seat that was closest to Reggie, this one on the left side of the table, but Foxy ran over and sat down before Puppet could reach it.

"Ha, ha, beat you to it!"

"Aww." Puppet instead sat down to the right of Foxy. Meanwhile, Bon-Bon sat down to the left of Ballora, who had taken her seat as well.

"There we go!" Ballora sighed as she sat down. "Ah..."

"Hey, Reggie." Foxy greeted, waving at the British man.

"Hello." Reggie answered politely. "Can somebody tell me what's going on here?"

"You don't know? I thought you would, since Ballora's the one holding this. Wait...he wouldn't know about thanksgiving, would he, Ballora? He's British."

Ballora scrunched up her face, trying to think about this fact. "I don't know if they have Thanksgiving in the United Kingdom. Reggie, do you have Thanksgiving in England? And I'm starting to say that country name like he does. Funny, right?" The animatronics were silent. "No?"

"No." Foxy said. "It actually sounds kind of offensive."

"I-It does? Well, I thought it would make him feel right at home if I spoke like him..."

"Reggie, does it make you feel at home?"

"Mmm, sort of." Reggie affirmed passively. "But, y'know, it's no big problem. I appreciate that she wants me to feel like I'm back home. But, to answer Ballora's question, we...don't celebrate it, exactly. But we do have a harvest festival, and I suppose that could fit as sort of our own kind of Thanksgiving. And the food is nice. We get to eat turkey, and chicken, lots of it."

"That chicken does look pretty good." Puppet recognized, eyeing the chicken hungrily.

"I'd hope so. Freddy cooked it, after all." Ballora mentioned understandingly.

Bon-Bon's anxiousness returned as he stared at the cooked chicken worriedly. "Are you sure that isn't Gregory?"

"Gregory? Oh, that might explain why it said 'Gregory' on the tray when I found it."

Bon-Bon hyperventilated and freaked out at hearing this. "IS IT GREGORY?!"

"No, Bon-Bon, it isn't!" Foxy assured the hand-puppet, trying to keep him calm. "I think the pan must be manufactured by a company called Gregory-ware."

"Yeah, you know, like Gregory forks?" Ballora added.

"And Gregory spoons?" Puppet chimed in.

"Yeah, that!"

"I don't believe you!" Bon-Bon whined.

"Whatever. Here, you want some apple cider?"

Bon-Bon didn't seem to hear Ballora. He was staring down at the chicken, tears silently drifting down his cheeks.

"Gregory..." He whimpered and sniffled.

"Foxy, I think he's really sad." Ballora whispered to Foxy worriedly.

Foxy nodded. He knew he would have to say something to make Bon-Bon feel better or change his mind. After all, the animatronics couldn't always stand idly by when one of their friends was upset.

"It's okay, Bon-Bon." Foxy assured Bon-Bon calmly. "We'll find Gregory soon."

"But this IS Gregory!" Bon-Bon squealed.

"My goodness, it's not Gregory!" Ballora exclaimed.

"Well, look on the bright side." Puppet chucked, clearly taking pleasure in seeing Bon-Bon so crushed. "If that really is Gregory...then you guys are finally reunited."

Foxy glared at Puppet. "Puppet, that's not cool. That is REALLY not cool."

"Hey, I'm trying to see the positives, aren't I?"

"No, you aren't. That's just an excuse for you to make fun of Bon-Bon."

"You monster." Bon-Bon growled. "The way I see it, you're going on this platter next."

"Bon-Bon, be nice. Just because he's being a jerk doesn't mean you have to as well."

"Hey, nobody be mean!" Ballora sighed, exasperated by everyone's behavior. "This is a day to be thankful! So, I think that before we start eating, we should do one part of this holiday. We'll go in a circle, and we'll each say what we're thankful for. So, who first?"

"I'll go." Puppet decided. "I guess I'm thankful for good friends to spend these...totally-legitimate days with."

"What do you mean by that?" Foxy asked, raising a metal eyebrow.

"Well, what if this isn't a real holiday?"

"But...it is a real holiday." Ballora insisted.

"Yeah, I'm kind of with Puppet on this one." Foxy chose. "I still don't believe that this holiday exists."

"I'm- you're- ugh, you know what? Whoever knows about Thanksgiving, you'd better tell them that it's Thanksgiving."

"It's Thanksgiving! It's Thanksgiving!"

"Voice, do NOT agree with her on this one!" Foxy snapped.

"IT'S THANKSGIVING!"

"SHUT UP!" Foxy was seething for a moment, then he took a deep breath and was calm again. "Okay, I'm good now."

"Well, still!" Puppet went on. "I'm thankful for good friends. Even- I guess- Bon-Bon." Puppet stared at the floor.

"Aww." Foxy sighed happily.

"You're so nice to say that." Ballora said, nodding approvingly.

"Eh." Bon-Bon grunted, but it wasn't a hostile grunt, at least.

"So, who's next on giving thanks?"

"Me, I guess?" Foxy guessed, unsure. He thought for a moment on what random thing he could be thankful for. "I guess I'm thankful for that Russian security guard didn't break my head of, and...make it so that I'm a bouncing head, I guess? I'm also thankful that NONE of my friends are keeping DEEP, DARK SECRETS about PURPLE PEOPLE and WEIRDLY NAMED PEOPLE. Yeah. Super thankful."

"Some might say that's sarcasm." Ballora acknowledged. "But, oh well."

"I'm also thankful for the fact that...hey, wait. Where is Baby and Freddy?"

"Oh, them? Well, I don't know exactly, but Baby did tell me that...they're celebrating Thanksgiving alone."

"Oh, okay."

Puppet suddenly started coughing very loudly while silently winking at Foxy, and Foxy understood: Puppet was trying to remind Foxy of their whole 'thinking Freddy and Baby are still dating' theory. Foxy nodded back to Puppet, grinning.

"Something wrong, Puppet?" Ballora asked confusedly. "Are you choking?"

"Oh no, it's nothing." Foxy assured Ballora and Bon-Bon. Both of them just stared at Foxy.

"...okay?" Ballora stammered. "So, who's next?"

"Reggie!"

"Me?" Reggie stuttered. "Um, okay. Well, I'm pretty new here and all, and I'm thankful that you guys really and truly accepted me into your group, you know? I don't have a costume yet, but I'm still happy that I'm able to be partake in this...career, you would say. I haven't seen much action yet in this job, but I'm very positive that everything will turn out okay."

"Yay!" Foxy cheered, liking the sound of this.

"I'm also very thankful for that little rat over there. Great guy. Full of energy and spunk. And he's always keeping everyone smiling."

Foxy quickly disguised his laughing as a cough, already laughing over what Puppet said. Puppet did the same, with it being noticeably harder for him to do it since he seemed to be holding down harder laughs then Foxy. Bon-Bon groaned and faced away from everybody, clearing exasperated to be called a rat for the hundredth time.

Reggie was confused. "Are you guys alright?" He said.

"Oh, we're just fine." Foxy chuckled.

"Yeah, it's the apple cider. It tastes funny." Puppet fibbed, holding down laughter.

"Is it now?" Reggie wondered. "Let me try." He grabbed the apple cider bottle and poured a measure into his cup, then took a sip. "Yeah, it's-" Reggie paused for a small moment to taste the apple cider further "-a little sweet, but it's good."

Foxy grabbed the apple cider bottle and poured himself his own measure, then also took a sip. Sure enough, the apple cider tasted pretty good. "Yeah, I agree." Foxy sided, nodding understandingly.

"Oh, Reggie, you're so nice. Thank you for your words." Ballora thanked Reggie, swooning. "So, uh, is it my turn?"

"Yep." Foxy said.

"Well, I'm thankful for my big room, and all of my tea party sets, and my Reggie, and, um...I suppose I'm thankful for you guys, too..."

"Aww, thanks. We appreciate it."

"Yeah, uh, d-don't get comfortable with this kind of treatment. I'm not always going to be t-this nice."

"Neither will I."

"You again? I already know you won't, little voice."

"Voice? Heh, I don't know what you're talking about." Foxy denied.

"Oh, forget it. Bon-Bon, it's your turn!"

"Go for it, buddy!" Bon-Bon was silent, and was still turned away from everybody else. "Aww, Bon-Bon, come on. Just say that you're thankful for something-"

"I CAN'T!" Bon-Bon screamed, surprising everybody. Bon-Bon turned towards them, his face wide and upset. "HOW CAN I BE THANKFUL WHEN GREGORY IS COOKED RIGHT HERE?!"

"Bon-Bon, it's okay! I'm sure it's not Gregory!"

"THEN WHO IS IT?!"

"Uh, probably Gregory's cousin!"

Ballora gasped. "He has family?!" She exclaimed.

"I guess so."

"Wow, really? You should invite them over to join us for the feast, Bon-Bon. Actually, maybe not. Garbage might have eaten them already."

"True. But, yes, Bon-Bon, that's Gregory's cousin."

Bon-Bon looked reluctant. "Are you sure?"

"I'm positive."

"What I'm wondering is where we're getting all this chicken from." Ballora mentioned.

"From Freddy." Foxy answered. "Don't ask how he gets it, he just gets it."

"Fair enough."

"Wait, so you got Freddy in on this whole 'Thanksgiving' thing, Ballora?" Puppet asked curiously.

"Well, yeah. I got him to cook a little bit before he disappeared again. Can't say where or with who."

"With who, you say? So he's with somebody, then." Puppet and Foxy both chuckled to each other.

Ballora looked uncomfortable. "No, I d-didn't say that. You guys are making things up. Being silly, basically."

"No, we're just taking what you say and twisting it." Bon-Bon explained simply.

"Bon-Bon, don't be so literal." Foxy sighed. "Anyway, what are you thankful for? Come on, just say something."

"F-fine. I'm thankful for Gregory, and Gregory, and Gregory, and Gregory, and-"

"And, let me guess." Ballora groaned. "Gregory."

"No, this apple cider." Bon-Bon nudged his head towards the bottle.

"Oh."

"Wow, must be really good apple cider." Foxy deduced from this.

"It is." Bon-Bon confirmed, nodding. "And, uh..." Bon-Bon paused. "...eh, why not. I guess I'm thankful to have you guys. Even...Puppet."

"Aww, see? You guys are best buddies now!" Ballora cheered. "See, everybody? Thanksgiving can bring anyone together, even in the roughest of times."

Everybody cheered, except for Bon-Bon, who just smiled and nodded.

"Hooray!" Puppet yelled. "So, this means that nobody's coming into my house uninvited anymore...right?"

"Oh no, I never said anything about that." Bon-Bon voiced, shrugging.

"Aww..."

"So, I suppose that now it's time for us to eat." Foxy decided. He was hungry, and the food looked delicious, so he was ready to start the feast.

"Yes, it's finally time to eat!" Ballora announced happily. "Alright, Bon-Bon, pass me Gregory- I mean, the chicken."

Bon-Bon's eyes seemed to bulge out of his head. "Did you just say..."

"No, I didn't say Gregory! It just looks like Gregory, okay?! My goodness."

"I'm sure it's fine." Foxy assured everybody. "But, for now, I think that before we begin, we should have a toast. For us. For our future."

Everyone was silent, but nodded. Foxy took the apple cider bottle and poured everyone at the table a generous measure. Then they all took their cups in their hands and raised them up, so they were all close to each other.

"We'll have each other's backs through everything, right guys?" Foxy said.

"Yep. We're all in this together." Puppet added.

"I'd hope so. We might fight, but at least we can stand for each other." Bon-Bon continued.

"No matter what, we stick by each other. Friends until the end, whenever that may be." Ballora finished.

"The pizzeria." Foxy toasted.

"The pizzeria." Everyone else said, and they all chinked their glasses together and drank up the apple cider inside, then put the glasses down and sighed happily.

"Now, let's eat." Foxy chuckled. "Bon-Bon, pass me a leg."

"How are we gonna cut it?" Ballora asked. "With a knife?"

"Yeah, I think so. And with my claws, they'll help too."

Foxy grabbed the plate of turkey and brought it to where he was sitting, then took a big knife on the table and began cutting it up for everyone to enjoy.

And so the animatronics spent the rest of the night eating. They conversed and chatted amongst themselves, gave each other updates on their lives, and were generally very pleased. Finally, the animatronics were working together. No fights. No arguments. No quarreling over silly things. For just this holiday, they'd finally put that aside and look at each as friends instead of anything else.

The hours passed, and the food disappeared bit by bit, until it was finally gone. The animatronics then talked for a few more minutes before they all got up, said their goodbyes, and left for their rooms. They departed into sleep, one by one, with peaceful dreams overcoming their minds.

All was well that very night.

Unfortunately for them, they had no idea of what tomorrow would behold for them.

Their brief peace was the only calm they had remaining as of then.

None of them had any idea of the storm coming their way. None of them knew that the next day in their life tomorrow...

...might be their last.

###### was lurking around inside the depths of Foxy's head, silently contemplating the details of the plan. They grinned to themselves as they relayed all the details and went over all the problems to get out of the way.

###### had been planning for this for the longest time. And now the time was coming for ###### to finally enact it. No longer would she remain where she was, trapped inside somebody's mind with no hope of escape, forced to be a simple voice who could only talk and not much else. She was taking action, and finally following the words of her allies.

She was just working out the final details. It would not be much more time before it would begin. They were waiting, and she would not hold them up for very long.

###### looked through the depths of the mindscape and grinned wider than ever.

"Finally, it's about ready. I knew it wouldn't be long before I finished the details." She said. "Soon, I will return to the world. Soon...I will finish what he started. Soon, the animatronics will finally meet judgement. If only they knew what's in store for the next day."

She laughed loudly for a time, then smiled and closed her eyes in anticipation.

"It's time for the plan to begin."