Foxy left his back room, slamming the door behind him.

Another day. Foxy didn't have very high hopes after what happened yesterday, but he would still confront it. And, more than anything, he hoped the others would still treat him like a friend, even if they didn't trust him for what happened yesterday.

Thankfully, something was good. He had found a certain somebody, and he was in his room right now, but Foxy hoped to keep him a surprise, at least for now.

Okay, it's a brand new day. Foxy thought. I hope everyone's doing better today. Oh man, I really hope they've forgiven me. Yesterday was...eventful. Why was the voice able to get away with all of that? What could I have done to stop it? And most importantly...what does this mean for our future? Yeesh, all of these thoughts are making my head hurt.

Foxy thought about the voice, and decided he needed to make sure it wouldn't act up again.

Voice, you'd better be good. Foxy thought. He didn't say it out loud, because the voice was already in his mind and could hear his thoughts if he let it. You won't be able to take control of me this time.

"Just watch me."

No, you won't. I will stay in control. This is MY body.

"For now."

No! It doesn't work that way, nor will it ever work that way. Now, shut up and stay that way.

Foxy then crawled up through the trapdoor in his cove's floor and closed the trapdoor behind him. He threw open the curtains and stepped out into the bright lights of his room.

Seriously, where is everyone?

He closed his curtains, left his room behind, and entered the main room. He slowly scanned the room for anyone, but nobody was there. He looked, and then saw that the kitchen door was wide open.

The kitchen door is open? Oh, wait! Freddy has to be in there! Freddy, I'm coming!

Foxy ran into the kitchen as quickly as he could, expecting Freddy to be there, but it was also devoid of anyone being inside of it.

No, Freddy's not here. Hmm...say, what about Garbage?

Foxy ran over to the chute, which was still open, and crouched down so he could yell down into it.

"Garbage, are you down there?" He yelled, trying to catch the former security guard's attention.

"Uh, yeah?" Garbage called back up.

"Oh, okay. Just checking to make sure. I'm glad at least SOMEONE'S around today. I'll leave you alone now. Bye!"

"But, wait...okay, then."

Foxy closed the chute and left the kitchen, heading back into the main room.

Okay, Garbage is down there again. Been a while since we've been able to talk to him from up here. HE still talks to me because HE'S awesome.

"He'll be a perfect body for me."

NO! No, no, no. Garbage is our friend, or more accurately, our pet. More of a pet than a friend. Whatever the case, you're never getting his body. Geez.

Foxy made to leave the main room, but stopped in his tracks: Ballora, followed by Reggie, was coming down the small hallway into the main room.

"Oh!" She gasped, looking anxious to see Foxy. "Uh, hi."

"Hey!" Foxy greeted, hoping she would treat him like a friend again.

"Oh my goodness...uh, I thought you were in your room! I didn't know you were out here. I'm just gonna leave now-"

"No, wait! Please stay! I want to be able to talk to somebody!"

"...ugh, fine."

"Thanks. Hey, Reggie!"

Reggie only just nodded.

"Yes, Reggie's here too." Ballora said, still sounding annoyed that Foxy was there. "He's protecting me from anyone bad, so don't get any funny ideas, Foxy."

"I'm not gonna do anything! I'm in control, don't worry."

"He's in control for now. FOR NOW."

"Yeah, see? That voice, right there! I know it's there, don't even deny it. And I don't trust it. At all." Ballora whined.

"Neither do I, but it's just a voice right now! It can't control anything. As long as you don't press my buttons, everything will be okay." Foxy assured her.

"...right."

"And please tell me you closed all of my panels and faceplates and whatnot that had all of the buttons!"

"The buttons? I thought you closed it."

"I thought YOU closed it."

"Yes, yes, I get it. I close the thing, tell you I'll stop touching the buttons, and you say: 'that's right.' and all that. I get it."

"Are the compartments closed, though? Check for me, please."

"Fine, I will." Ballora walked all around Foxy, inspecting him from every angle, before coming back to the front of him. "Yes, it's closed."

"Is it locked, though?"

"I don't know."

"Lock it! Here, click the section where you can do it." Foxy turned around to let her lock it, and when he heard the click, he turned back around. "There we go. Does it open anymore?"

"It wasn't wiggling, if that's what you mean."

"Okay, good. That means it's locked."

"I'll figure out another way to get to those buttons."

"No you won't. They're my controls, not yours." Foxy growled.

"Whatever."

"Wow, the voice is being very talkative today."

"Yeah, a little too much." Ballora amended suspiciously. "Are you SURE you're in control?"

"I'm positive! If I wasn't in control, would I be standing here right now? You and the others would all still be down in the chute."

"He's right." Reggie agreed. "If he wasn't in control, I'd be down there, too, instead of up here drinking tea and eating biscuits."

"See? He's the smart one." Ballora told Foxy about Reggie. "He stays away from you. And he's got his eye on you, too."

"He looks like he has his eye on YOU." Foxy teased, giggling.

"S-shut up."

"Are you blushing right now? Wait, how do robots blush, anyway?"

"I...don't...know...yeah, let's not think about that right now. Seems too complicated."

"Right, it does seem too complicated."

"So where is everyone?"

"You know, I think everyone's still hiding from me! Garbage is talking to me as he normally does, but Freddy is missing again."

"He is? Did you check his room?"

"Actually, I haven't. Let me do that real quick." Foxy ran over to Freddy's closet and opened it up. Freddy wasn't in the closet-closet, so Foxy went over to the ladder leading up to Freddy's upper room. "FREDDY!" Foxy called, but there was no response, so he left the closet and ran back over to Ballora. "He's not answering-"

"Aww, man." Somebody groaned, and Foxy turned and could see Puppet and Bon-Bon entering the room.

"You've only been with me for less than a day's time and you've already cleared out all the food in my fridge." Puppet complained loudly.

"Well, SORRY!" Bon-Bon sighed. "I have to eat, you know!"

"Puppet!" Foxy exclaimed happily, running over to Puppet. Puppet saw Foxy there and gasped.

"Oh." He muttered. "Hey, uh, buddy."

"Yeah, I think the hide-and-seek game's over now, guys." Ballora called out.

"What?! You guys were playing hide-and-seek without me?" Foxy said, already not seeing this as a good sign of things to come.

"Um..."

"No, uh, you were playing!" Puppet claimed. "You were the seeker."

"I can see what you guys mean." Foxy moaned, staring at the floor. "You're hiding from me because you think I'm going to hurt you. I already told you, I'm back in control."

"Uh, that wasn't it!" Bon-Bon interrupted. "We were just hiding because that's the point of the game."

"In a game of hide-and-seek, you're supposed to TELL me that we're playing it!"

"If we told you where we were hiding, then what's the point?" Ballora said.

"That's not what I meant! You're supposed to tell me that you ARE hiding, not WHERE you're hiding!"

"Well, uh, that's because, um, it was SUPER hide-and-seek, where you don't know that you're looking for us and we don't tell you."

"You know what, guys? The way I see it, we need to play a NEW game. A different game!"

"Oh! Actually, I have an idea. While I was hiding with Reggie, I got really bored while were hiding, so we played truth-or-dare! What I mean is, we should play that game! It's pretty fun, so it's a good choice!"

"Really? Awesome! Let's play it in...well, we always play games here in the main room, so let's find another room to do it in. Any suggestions? Wait, no. We'll all say our suggestions at the same time. Ready? Three...two...one...GO! Puppet's room!"

"My room!" Ballora shouted out.

"The movie room!" Puppet said.

"How about we clear out the plungers and use my room?" Bon-Bon suggested, but nobody listened.

"Hey, wait." Ballora cut in. "What about that other room?"

"What other room?" Foxy asked.

"I'll show you."

Ballora led them down the small hall and into the bigger hall, and pointed at the metal doors covered in boards.

"We can't get in there, for some weird reason." Foxy reminded her. "Though going in there does sound kind of cool..."

"Yes, go in the room. Find out what's downstairs. You will like it..."

"Okay, nevermind, we're not going downstairs. Obviously, if the voice likes it, that means it's a bad idea."

"Fair point." Ballora agreed. "Can we use my room?"

"But...eh, fine. You win this argument."

"Yay!"

They headed down the hall towards Ballora's room.

"I win, I win! I always win!" Ballora chanted as she ran into her room, followed by everybody else. "Reggie, where are you- oh, there you are." Ballora had failed to notice Reggie at first.

"Heh, he's good at hiding." Foxy complimented. "Good job, Reggie."

Reggie just looked confused.

"Oh, does that mean we're playing hide-and-seek again?!" Bon-Bon exclaimed excitedly.

"No."

"Aww, I was about to go hide and everything..."

"Yes, Foxy's right!" Ballora added. "We're playing truth-or-dare. Who wants to go first?"

"Not me." Foxy said, not really wanting the first turn. He was feeling lazy today anyway.

"Alright, I'll go first." Puppet accepted. "Who's gonna tell me what?"

"No, no, you're supposed to choose who you ask." Ballora explained. "And then you ask them truth-or-dare."

"Oh, okay, got it. BON-BON! Truth or dare?"

"Dare!" Bon-Bon replied.

"I dare you to...leave my home and never come back."

Everybody was silent.

"Uh, you kind of have to do it." Foxy mentioned.

"He didn't double-dog-dare me, though!" Bon-Bon reasoned.

"No, just leave him. Come back and live with me."

"I...can't. Even though you've been a great roommate and have given me a lot of stuff, right now I feel safer with Puppet for some reason."

"Come on!"

"Sorry, but no."

"Well, you're going to have to go SOMEWHERE." Ballora said. "It's a dare, after all."

"He didn't double-dog-dare me, so I can back down."

"You know what?! There's no double-dog-daring in this one!"

"There's no double-dog-daring because NOBODY does it!"

"It doesn't exist while we're here in my room! Augh! Bon-Bon, you're no fun to play with."

"Fine. Then ask me something else."

"Alright, then." Puppet agreed. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

Puppet put a hand to his 'chin', thinking about it for a moment, then spoke back up. "Do you really not want to go back with Foxy?"

"With the current circumstances? No."

"Come on, Bon-Bon! Come back!" Foxy plead. "It'll be okay this time, I promise! Also, I heard there's a big surprise in my room!"

"Like...Gregory?"

"It's just something awesome."

"Something awesome, you say?"

"Yeah, something awesome." Puppet added. "He'll show you it later."

"I'll have to think about it. I might stay in the plunger room."

"Well, you could probably fit, for all we know." Foxy pointed out,

"Yeah, he could." Ballora agreed. "Anyway, it's Bon-Bon's turn now."

"Ballora!" Bon-Bon called out. "Truth, or dare?"

"What?! Me? Hmm...let's try a dare."

"I dare you to...dance with Reggie."

"Hey!" Foxy exclaimed, already unable to see any challenge in this dare. "That's not a dare!"

Ballora only just shrugged. "Well, I do it all the time anyway, so...okay." She ran over to Reggie, grabbed his hands, and began excitedly dancing in place. Reggie looked kind of awkward about the whole thing but said nothing.

"Aw, how cute!" Foxy teased, wanting to make fun of this. "Two lovebirds together!"

"HUSH!" Ballora hissed, glaring at Foxy. "Don't talk about me like that."

"Oop, sorry."

After another minute, Ballora let go of Reggie's hands and quit dancing. "I did it." She said.

"Alright, then it's your turn." Bon-Bon replied.

"Got it. Let's see..." She gazed slowly at each and every person in the room.

Foxy, getting bored by this, decided to think about stuff. For example, where was Freddy? Where on earth could he be going that Foxy didn't already know about? Foxy wasn't sure. Unless, of course, he was hanging out with Baby, which was about the only place Foxy couldn't really go into. Well, maybe also the girls' bathroom, too-

"What about...YOU, Foxy?"

"Woah!" Foxy gasped, having been lost in his train of thought before Ballora had spoken to him. "Uh, hi."

"Truth...or dare?!"

Foxy thought about it for a moment. It was a hard choice, that was for sure. Foxy carefully weighed his options: he could pick dare and get to do something instead of standing there, but that would probably mean that he would be forced to do something weird, and Foxy wasn't in the mood for that. On the other hand, he could pick truth, and instead get forced to reveal information he wasn't comfortable sharing.

In the end, he came to a decision. As he said it out loud, he hoped inside that there wouldn't be any negative consequences with this choice.

"Truth." He said out loud.

"Truth..." Ballora repeated, nodding slowly. She seemed to think to herself for a moment, then she turned to Puppet and started whispering to him. Foxy, through his keen sense of hearing, heard everything they were saying as perfectly as if they were standing right next to him. "Do you have any ideas, Puppet?"

"I do." Puppet answered. "Here, let me tell you." Puppet went over to Ballora's ear and whispered his idea, but this time his whisper was silent enough to the point where even Foxy couldn't hear it.

Ballora's face was expressionless for a moment. Then it looked surprised. Then she nodded.

"Ah, yes, good one." Ballora whispered, then she turned back around to Foxy, clearing her 'throat' loudly. "Truth: Is it TRUE that the voice is not in control?"

Foxy ceased tensing up. This question wasn't bad for him to answer at all; in fact, he confidently knew what the answer to that was, even if everybody else was too skeptical to believe it.

"Yes, that's true." Foxy answered immediately. "It is not in control."

"For now."

"Stop TALKING! Anyways, yes, it's not in control."

"But, what do you REALLY mean by that?" Puppet asked suspiciously. "Is it true that it IS in control, or is it true that it IS NOT in control?"

"It's not in control." Foxy repeated, feeling frustrated that they were still pressing on to him the matter of whether or not the voice was in control. Foxy knew it wasn't, but he was still feeling a bit annoyed that his friends were too childish to believe him.

"So it IS in control?"

"No, it's not!"

"But the voice IS you, so that means you're not in control!" Ballora cut in.

"SHUT UP!" Foxy bellowed, already having enough of this. Everyone looked surprised by his sudden outburst. "I AM IN CONTROL, OKAY? I STOPPED THE VOICE, AND I'M NEVER LETTING IT TAKE ME OVER AGAIN!" Foxy stopped yelling, sighed, and continued speaking, this time in forced calm. "Please, don't worry about this. It is perfectly fine. I've learned my lesson since it took me over, and rest assured that it will never be able to do it again. Just trust me, okay?"

Ballora looked reluctant, but nodded. "Okay, fine. We'll buy your answer. For now. Anyways, it's your turn."

"Okay!" Foxy exclaimed, grinning. He felt better now that he had gotten his anger out, and now that it was his turn, he could finally spin the conversation topic onto something he felt was more important. More specifically, he aimed to question the one person in the room who he knew for sure was keeping secrets. "Puppet!" Foxy approached Puppet, and they both glared at each other. "Truth. Or. Dare?"

"Truth." Puppet replied, and Foxy grinned even wider. Perfect, he had done the exact option Foxy had wanted him to do.

"Truth, huh?" Foxy said, backing away from Puppet a little. "Well, I've got a question to ask you." Foxy paused; he didn't want to mention anything about the stuff Puppet had mentioned directly, or else Puppet would become suspicious. "Who is the guy in the purple clothes?"

"In the purple clothes."

"Yes."

"I know who that is."

"Then tell me: who is it?"

"It is...your friend, Bon-Bon. Look at him, he's right there." Puppet gestured towards Bon-Bon, who was standing next to Foxy. "See, he's purple. That one was easy."

"No, not him! I meant somebody else-"

"Too late, I already answered your question."

"AUGH! Fine, you've got me." Foxy backed further away from Puppet.

"So, is it my turn?"

"Yes, it's your turn now." Ballora confirmed eagerly.

"Alright, then. Reggie!" Puppet looked to Reggie, who was silently eyeing everybody.

"Um, yeah?" Reggie stuttered.

"Truth or dare?"

"Uh...well, let's see." Reggie put a hand to his chin in thoughtfulness, then looked back up at Puppet. "Truth."

"Do you like your job here?"

"I actually can't answer that. See, I don't even have a job here yet. I would really like to have one here soon, though. I saw this one suit around here earlier, and I went to look at it, but Foxy arrived and told me to leave. I wonder why not, though. It was quite an interesting suit. It looked as if it had a violet color, but I didn't really get a closer look than that. And since I still want to be on good terms with everybody, I buggered off and went back to my daily routine."

"Wait, you saw it?!" Foxy exclaimed. "I thought I was the only one who could see that suit!"

"Well, no, I very clearly saw it there. But you told me to go away and mind my own business and to dance with Ballora and to never talk about it again, even though I hardly got in a word edgewise."

"I didn't know you actually saw it! I thought that suit was just a weird vision my memory banks were showing me and that you were just trying to humor me! Because when we looked back, it was gone, remember?"

"Yeah, I do. I thought you just took it away from me."

"No, I didn't touch it at all!"

"Oh, well, that's quite weird."

"Not to mention awkward-" Foxy started, but he had just turned and stopped speaking: everyone else was looking at him with ever-present suspiciousness.

"So there's a disappearing suit in this place." Puppet processed thoughtfully.

"Interesting." Bon-Bon said, squinting meaningfully.

"Yeah, there was." Reggie confirmed. "And it was a violet-purple colored suit."

"Almost like Bon-Bon?" Foxy proposed, trying to get any clues on this strange suit.

Reggie eyed Bon-Bon carefully. "I didn't get a closer look at it, but...maybe. It might have been a little darker than Bon-Bon's color."

"He said it was a violent-magenta-purple." Ballora repeated. "Not a common color for animatronic suits. Who knows what kind of suit it could have been?"

"Magenta isn't a real color, you made that up." Puppet cut in, completely going off of the current topic.

"It is a real color. Did you not ever do coloring books?"

"Uh, no, because that's for silly babies."

Ballora gasped. "Well, my friend is Baby, and she does color in books a lot. And I suppose she is quite silly too-"

"Okay, okay, we get it! We're getting off the game, we need to focus. Whose turn is it?"

"You asked Reggie, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"Thought so. Reggie, it's your turn!"

"Um, okay." Reggie agreed. "Mr. Rat, or Bon-Bon, as your friends call you."

"Yes?" Bon-Bon sighed icily.

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare!"

"A dare...well, let's go old school, shall we? I dare you to go into water...with your mask off."

"Do you mean my wrestling mask? That one's always off."

"No, I mean your other mask. Your MASK-mask. Ballora told me about that one time she took off your face."

"Yeah, that's what he's talking about." Foxy whispered.

"Ooh, that's risky." Puppet mentioned, though he seemed enthusiastic about this dare (for obvious reasons). "Your electronics will be exposed to the water. You could cause critical damage."

Bon-Bon grimaced, then nodded. "I'll do it. Ballora, I need your help."

"Oh, yes, we do need to get it off first." Ballora voiced understandingly. "Don't you worry. I'm really good at this, so it won't hurt a bit. Here, just come over this way." She led Bon-Bon over to another part of the room and moved in a way that blocked everyone else's view of Bon-Bon. "Now stay still."

The others heard small banging and rattling sounds at that moment, making it clear that Ballora had begun removing the face.

"Well, this might take them a moment." Puppet said, and he walked over to Foxy, smiling pleasantly. For one moment, Puppet seemed to see Foxy as an old friend again instead of a potential threat. "Hey, buddy. How have you been?"

"To be honest, I've been better." Foxy admit. "But I guess I'm okay."

"Good to hear. I hope you stay better, than."

"Uh, alright."

That was kind of weird... Foxy thought. Part of him was glad that Puppet seemed to have been treating him better at that moment, but another was suspicious of whether Puppet's kind hello had been for another meaning entirely.

"Alright, he's ready!" Ballora exclaimed, leading Bon-Bon back over to everybody. Foxy yelped in surprise: Bon-Bon's face was indeed gone again, and he could see the same endo face with the creepy red dot irises again. Ballora was holding Bon-Bon's mask in her hand. "Time to go into the water!"

"Which water, though?" Bon-Bon asked.

"The toilet!" Puppet cheered.

"No, no, absolutely not." Foxy refused at once, memories of a previous day involving the toilet fresh in his mind. "Took me forever to clean that up last time, and I'm not going through it again. We're using my water ride for this."

"True, Bon-Bon did get stuck the last time he went near a toilet." Ballora mentioned. "At least we got to use Puppet's cool plunger, though."

The animatronics left the room, while Reggie stayed behind to guard Ballora's room.

Foxy and co. entered the auditorium and headed over to the water ride, which looked as untouched as ever.

"Alright, we're here." Foxy announced. "Jump in."

Bon-Bon went through the water ride doorway and dived down into the water below. As soon as he touched it, he began thrashing a little, while also moaning loudly. A few BZZTS sounded.

"Alright, that's enough!" Foxy declared, and he jumped down into the water and grabbed Bon-Bon, carrying the hand-puppet back up the ladder and out of the water ride. "There you go. You okay?"

"I'm f-fine." Bon-Bon grunted, shivering where he stood. "That was h-horrible."

"Alright, he did it." Ballora said. "Let's put your mask back on, Bon-Bon." She once again got in front of Bon-Bon and blocked him from view as she replaced Bon-Bon's mask. "And drill that in...and put that in, and...there we go!" She moved away; Bon-Bon's face was back to normal. Bon-Bon breathed a huge sigh of relief.

"You sure you're okay?" Foxy asked, wanting to make sure Bon-Bon hadn't been damaged badly.

"I've had worse." Bon-Bon replied.

"Okay, good."

"We did it!" Ballora cheered. "Let's head back to my room!"

"Wait, but we can continue playing in here." Foxy reasoned. "Oh, wait, Reggie isn't here."

"I'll go get him!"

"Alright, then."

Ballora ran out of the room, heading down the big hallway to get Reggie.

"So, Bon-Bon!" Foxy started as soon as she left. "Do you miss me at all?"

Bon-Bon backed a little bit away from Foxy. "Not in the slightest, actually."

"What?! Why?"

"I've been more worried about Gregory."

"That's just cold...but don't worry about Gregory. I'm sure he's...heh, heh...fine."

"I hope so."

"I'm back!" Ballora called as she entered the room, Reggie tailing her.

"So, how did it go?" Reggie asked interestedly. "I didn't get to see it, so I want to know."

"I mean, I feel pretty fine." Bon-Bon affirmed calmly.

"Anyway, back to the game!" Ballora interrupted. "Bon-Bon, it's your turn."

"Puppet! Truth or dare?"

"Dare." Puppet replied firmly.

"I dare you to give me my room back!"

Puppet was entirely silent, seemingly stuck with an answer to this dare. Then he spoke up. "Uh, Foxy's room, right?"

"You know which room I'm talking about."

"Uh, no?"

"Remove the plungers."

"What plungers? Your previous room was with Foxy. Go back with him."

"He's coming back?! Yes!" Foxy celebrated, grinning. "Finally, somebody can clean my room for me again- I mean, um, nothing."

"Wait, you made him clean your room?" Ballora babbled confusedly.

"He invited himself originally, so...he had to do something."

"Yeah, that's true." Puppet agreed. "Since he's so tiny, he can get to those hard-to-reach places."

"Like underneath a cupboard." Ballora said.

"And behind the ears, too."

"I just want my mansion back..." Bon-Bon groaned.

"Mansion? You didn't have a mansion." Foxy interrupted.

"It was a mansion. That room was going to be 'Bon-Bon and Gregory's Palace'!"

"Oooooh, that room."

"He must still think it's a palace." Ballora muttered.

"Yeah, he's kind of crazy that way. Back to the game. Puppet, your turn."

"Foxy." Puppet answered. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare." Foxy replied. He knew that if he picked truth again, the others would try to ask more questions about the voice.

"I dare you...to tell us a secret about yourself that we already don't know. AND it has to be a juicy one. It can't just be that your favorite color is pink or something."

"A secret? Neat!" Ballora supported. "I do like secrets! I'm sitting down for this one." She sat down on the auditorium stage, looking to Foxy eagerly.

"A SECRET?!" Foxy screamed, then went quiet, trying to think his way out of this. He couldn't refuse this due to it being a dare. If he wormed out of it, the others would never let him hear the end of it. But they also wouldn't let him hear the end of it if he shared something that he didn't want the others to know. "Does it...have to be a secret about me, or about something I've done?"

"Either one, it's up to you." Puppet responded. "Still has to be juicy, though."

Foxy paused, thought about it some more, than sighed. Out of all of the secrets he currently had, he decided it would be best to tell the least embarrassing one. In fact, this particular secret was more informative than embarrassing.

"I know where Gregory is." Foxy confessed, and everybody in the room gasped.

"YOU DO?!" Bon-Bon roared, sounding outraged. "ALL THIS TIME YOU KNEW, AND YOU NEVER TOLD ME ANYTHING?!"

"He told me not to tell you."

"How?! I'm the only one that can understand him!"

"He managed to write chicken scratch on a piece of paper I had in my room, and thankfully, I have a chicken scratch translator in my database. He told me not to tell you."

"I can't believe you."

"Wait, so then, where is Gregory?" Puppet asked, but Foxy knew how to get around the answer to this question.

"Nope, already answered the question!" Foxy countered. "It's my turn now!"

"What? Oh, come on."

"He's right, unfortunately." Ballora told Puppet. "One question at a time. It's the rules."

"Anyways, as I said, it's my turn." Foxy went on. "Ballora! Truth, or dare?"

"Me? Oh, um, okay. I already did a dare, so let's do truth."

"Truth. Do you happen to be in love with anybody else in this place BESIDES Reggie?"

"Reggie's not an animatronic."

"Answer the question."

"Um, not really."

Puppet stared at the ground.

"Puppet, are you okay?" Foxy asked worriedly.

"Uh, yes!" Puppet exclaimed, hurriedly looking back up at Foxy. "I was just, uh, preparing to sneeze!"

"Okay..." Foxy went over to Ballora. "Ballora, I think..."

"Does he like me?" Ballora sputtered, looking flabbergasted.

"You can ask him yourself. It's your turn."

"Yeah, but...maybe a different question. Puppet! Truth or dare?"

"Truth." Puppet replied.

"Okay, then. Foxy, what question did you ask before?"

"Who is the purple person in the suit." Foxy reminded her.

"Who is the purple person in the suit-" Ballora began, and Puppet raised a finger, preparing to answer. "-NOT including Bon-Bon-" Puppet froze, than put his finger up again. "-OR the purple chairs, OR your box, or the walls, or anything else that is NOT human. No dumb answers at all."

Puppet put his finger down nervously. "Um...uh...I...I think it's time to wrap up the show."

"Um, no."

"Um, yeah. This is a game show, uh, right? It's been thirty minutes, so we must have to end it now."

"It hasn't been thirty minutes! Well, probably not, anyway. I don't have a watch so I'm not sure. Reggie, what about you? Check your watch."

Reggie rose an eyebrow. "How did you know I had a watch?"

"I just noticed."

"REGGIE! Give me your watch!" Puppet demanded, grabbing Reggie's hand forcefully and sticking it over towards the animatronics. "SEE?! IT'S BEEN THIRTY MINUTES! We're done!"

"Let me just do one more, though." Bon-Bon asked. "Ballora: Truth or dare?"

"Oh, what? Another one? Ugh, fine." Ballora groaned. "Um...dare."

"I dare you to dance with this plunger!" Bon-Bon threw a random plunger into Ballora's hands.

"Why do I have to dance with everything?"

"Hey, wait! That's mine!" Puppet yelled. "Bon-Bon, why did you take one of my plungers?!"

"Puppet, calm down!" Foxy said. "You have hundreds of plungers! Losing one isn't a big deal."

"Yes, but I need all of them."

"Just drop it."

"I'll dance with this plunger, I guess." Ballora agreed. "I call this the, uh, plunger dance." She danced slowly, waving the plunger in her hand. After a minute, she stopped. "Okay, done."

"Alright, we're over with this!" Puppet exclaimed. "Back to my room!" He ran over to his box, climbed onto it, and slinked into it, disappearing from sight.

"So, now that we're over with this...Bon-Bon." Foxy mentioned. "I've got a surprise for you."

"A surprise, you say?" Bon-Bon processed.

"Yes, just come to my room." Bon-Bon tensed up. "No, don't worry! It's safe. Besides, you're going to want to see my surprise."

"Oh yes, it's perfectly safe."

"VOICE! If you ruin this, I will KILL you!"

"I-I don't know if I can trust you yet, though..." Bon-Bon whined.

"Just come on. You'll love it."

"Fine..."

"I'll go back to my room, then." Ballora decided. "Come on, Reggie." She left the room.

"Puppet, let me come back in there if I need to!" Bon-Bon called over to the box in the room. "I don't know whether this'll be safe or not!"

"Bon-Bon, it'll be fine." Foxy assured the hand-puppet.

"Are...are you sure?"

"Yes, of course. It's not like I'm gonna jump at you, and- RAAAH!"

"AAH!" Bon-Bon reflexively punched Foxy in the face.

"Ow! Geez, I'm sorry!"

"Oh, my bad. Just reflexes."

Foxy and Bon-Bon headed out of the room as well, heading back towards Foxy's room.

They arrived at Foxy's room, and Foxy drew open his cove curtains. "You're going to want to see this."

Suddenly, from down through the trapdoor, chicken sounds could be heard.\

Bon-Bon gasped. "Is that..." He threw open the trapdoor, went through the passage, and came into the back room. Foxy followed, and he grinned as Bon-Bon laid eyes on the one friend the hand-puppet had had for a long time. "GREGORY!"

Gregory was back inside his cage, cheerily bawk-ing. A baby chicken was also inside the cage, casually pecking at the floor.

"He came back here yesterday. He even had a baby, too." Foxy explained, smiling. "Happy now?"

"ABSOLUETLY! Why didn't you tell me he came back?!"

"Well, I wanted to keep it a surprise. So, SURPRISE!"

"This is momentous. Now the family had grown even more, with the addition of this new chicken. We need to name it."

"Francesca 2."

"What happened to the original Francesca?"

"I don't know! Neither Freddy nor Gregory will tell me."

"Hmm, we'd better find out. Come on, Gregory, tell us."

Gregory just tilted his head to the side.

"Don't worry, Bon-Bon." Foxy said, patting the hand-puppet's head. "I'm sure he'll tell us later."

And with that, Foxy watched as Bon-Bon let Gregory and Francesca 2 out of their cage, happily playing and conversing with them, happy to see his good friend once again...