Author's note: Woah, this chapter is long. When I wrote this, I didn't think it would end up nearly as long as the first part of the Return. But, it is anyway.

Hope you enjoy nonetheless.

Foxy groaned as he shuffled by the front doors in the main room, feeling very bogged down at that very moment.

He had woken up that day and had immediately felt as if he were sick. He had tried shuffling through the main room as of right now, attempting to walk off the sickness, but he felt the same as before, if not slightly worse.

Worse yet, he wasn't sure what was wrong with him. He thought of it as being a cold, even though animatronics like him were unable to get sick the same way humans did. He had given up debating what it actually was, though, since it felt too complicated to think too much into it.

Now he was just trying to debate what to do while also trying to resist the terrible feelings the 'cold' was giving him.

I really don't feel good. He thought, tired. Did I catch a cold or something? No way, I'm an animatronic, that isn't even possible. What on earth could this feeling even mean? Is it a virus or something close to that? Well, no time to think on that; I think I'd better try and see how I can get rid of this.

He eyed the kitchen door, that was nearby. Maybe Garbage has something that can cure stuff like this.

He walked over to the door and opened it, then stepped into the kitchen. He was reaching for the trash chute trapdoor when he realized that Garbage couldn't give him anything if he was all the way down in the sewers below. Instead, he rooted through the drawers of the kitchen, trying to find anything that would possibly make him feel better.

Foxy saw the sink and went over to it, turned it on, and drank from the tap. He knew where it would go: into his body, and down into a water storage tank he had in his body, which he would have to empty out later. But while the water was refreshing, he felt the same as he currently did.

Nothing in here is helping... He groaned in his mind. Maybe I should really talk to Garbage after all. He may not be able to reach me, but maybe he can tell me something, at least.

He went back over to the garbage chute and opened it up, peering down into it.

"Garbage!" Foxy yelled down groggily.

"Hello?" Garbage replied from down inside. "What is it now?"

"I don't feel good..."

"You don't? Please aim your face away from the trash chute, then."

"No, no, I'm not gonna barf. I don't even know if I can, but I'm not THAT sick. I just don't feel good. Do you have anything for this? Like, medicine, or anything like that?"

"I, uh, do, actually. I DEFINITELY have the cure to all diseases down here with me. All you gotta do is get me out of here."

"I know you're just trying to escape. But that takes too much effort, anyways. I'll go...huff, puff...ask somebody else..."

"No, wait!"

"Bye."

"Aw man..."

Foxy closed the chute door and turned back to the kitchen. He saw toast in the toaster and debated whether or not he should eat it, but decided it wouldn't help. He trudged out of the room, trying to think as to what else he could do.

Hey, actually...maybe I have something in my room. I didn't check it when I woke up earlier, so now is the time to do that.

He went into his room, through the trapdoor, and into the back room. As soon as he came in he eyed Bon-Bon, who was happily watching Gregory step around his cage. The hand-puppet had moved back in with Foxy ever since Foxy had gotten Gregory back, and now everything was back as it was before. Bon-Bon had seemed so grateful for Gregory's return that he had completely let go of his hostilities towards Foxy's role in the garbage chute fiasco from a couple of nights ago. However, the hand-puppet was still very cautious around Foxy, and Foxy swore that he could see Bon-Bon staring at him sometimes.

Foxy, wanting to see if Bon-Bon could help him, stepped up to the hand-puppet.

Bon-Bon conversed chattily with Gregory walk around his cage, taking enjoyment in watching his friend listen to every word he said. Bon-Bon personally felt much better since Gregory had returned, and he had even moved back in with Foxy. Now, he was just silently catching up with his old friend, and both of them being tiny, they understood each other perfectly.

"Hey, Bon-Bon!" Somebody called, and Bon-Bon turned his head to see Foxy entering the room and stepping towards him.

"Oh, hey there." Bon-Bon replied, nodding. Bon-Bon was only halfway acknowledging Foxy's arrival; his mind was still focused on Gregory.

Foxy grinned, and then coughed loudly, a cloud of dust escaping Foxy's mouth as this happened. "Man, I don't feel good at all-"

"Hold up, I need to finish talking to Gregory." Bon-Bon interrupted, wanting to hear the rest of what Gregory had been telling him before he payed any attention to Foxy.

"Are you serious?" Bon-Bon could hear Foxy groan, but he didn't care. Bon-Bon personally felt like conversing with his friend wasn't wrong in any way.

"So, as I was saying, Gregory." Bon-Bon continued. "We need to get more candy and also find someone who can help us get some stuff back."

Gregory bawked.

"Alright, good to see you understand." Bon-Bon turned to face Foxy. "Okay, so you were saying?"

"Do you have anything that might help cure a cold?" Foxy sniffed, and Bon-Bon noticed that his voice sounded a bit drearier and slow then Foxy's voice normally sounded like.

"Uh...not exactly." Bon-Bon didn't know if he had anything that could help a cold, but he could at least check inside his suit's storage tank and see what he had. Bon-Bon reached over and pulled open his chest. He pressed a button that was on a white tank inside his body, which came open. He searched inside and pulled out a clarinet. "I have a clarinet. Will that help?"

Foxy smiled. "Aw, that's a nice clarinet-" Foxy began, then Foxy grinned crazily, and his eyes dilated. "-and if you click now, you can get a BETTER clarinet for HALF the price of the clarinet you have! We'll also buy the original clarinet off you!"

Bon-Bon was a little confused, but decided to try and give a reasonable answer. "Uh, I'm good. My clarinet is pretty high-quality already."

"You may think so, but if you click RIGHT NOW, you can get my BETTER clarinet that is even better AND is in STEREO."

"N-no, I think I'm good...wait, what do you mean by 'click now'?"

Foxy started to reply, but suddenly his eyes returned to normal size and his grin disappeared. "I...don't know what you're talking about." Foxy coughed, releasing another cloud of dust that Bon-Bon promptly dodged. "Ugh, you're definitely not going to be able to help me. Maybe I should try and eat Gregory, maybe cook him into some chicken soup. That's always supposed to work..."

"NO!" Bon-Bon screamed, feeling very angry that Foxy would ever suggest hurting Gregory, Bon-Bon's bestest friend. "Don't eat Gregory."

"Are you sure? Gregory, is it okay if I eat you?"

Gregory only tilted his head to the side, unable to understand Foxy. Then, Bon-Bon could hear a voice call out from Foxy's head.

"Just eat him already! Eat him now, before anyone can stop you!"

Foxy's pupils dilated again. "Oh, hello! Do YOU want to click an ad and get some free chicken soup?!"

"Uh...what are you talking about?"

Foxy's pupils returned to normal size. "Woah, uh, nevermind. Don't worry about it."

"DON'T. EAT. GREGORY." Bon-Bon cut in, growling fiercely.

Foxy seemed a little nervous, then sighed. "Sorry about that, Bon-Bon, I don't know why I thought I would eat Gregory. I'll go ask Ballora if she has anything. Maybe she can help..." Foxy made to leave the room.

"Hey, wait." Bon-Bon said as he put the clarinet back into his inner storage tank and closed both the storage tank and his chest cavity. "I'm following along, because...I still don't fully trust you."

"Fine, whatever you say. Hmph, feels like you haven't been able to trust me in forever."

"It's only been two days since the garbage chute incident."

"One, don't remind me about that. Two, it still feels like forever. Let's just go."

Foxy left the room, and Bon-Bon, wanting to keep an eye on Foxy so he didn't get up to anything suspicious, followed suit.

As Bon-Bon followed Foxy down the big hall towards Ballora's room, he could hear the voice addressing Foxy.

"Foxy, what was with that weird 'click now' thing?"

"Stop asking questions." Foxy growled. His pupils dilated again. "But if you want answers, click now." They returned to normal size.

"Oh, just shut up."

"I could ask you the same thing. How about YOU shut up?!"

"Fine, then, I will!"

"GOOD! The less you talk, the better off I am!" Foxy growled again and fell silent.

Bon-Bon watched it unfold in suspicion, but made no comment as he followed Foxy, who opened Ballora's door and went inside.

Ballora was feeling good right now. She sat on the stage, sipping a cup of her finest potty tea, as her usual stuffed animals friends and her Reggie sat with her, each with their own cup of tea. Reggie hadn't taken a single sip, but Ballora supposed that was because he was too strong to be lured by her luxurious potty tea. Oh, what a man he was.

Ballora lifted up her tea cup and began to take a sip-

-and the door slammed open, causing her to do a spit take, spraying tea all over Reggie. Reggie himself looked very displeased about it.

"Ballora!" Foxy yelled as he barged into the room, a silent Bon-Bon following behind him.

"Augh, what is it now?!" Ballora complained, unhappy about being interrupted in one of her tea times. "I'm in the middle of tea time here and you just made me spill my tea everywhere! What's the problem?!"

But only one word seemed to register with Foxy. "Oh, tea?" He said, looking interested. "That might help me feel-" Foxy coughed again. "-better. I don't really feel good."

Ballora gasped, surprised that Foxy was actually willing to have some of her tea. He usually avoided drinking it at all costs, something Ballora wasn't too fond of.

"Wait, you want some of my potty tea?" She asked in amazement.

"Usually, my answer would be no, but I'm really desperate at this point. If there's even the slightest chance that it'll make me feel better, I've got to try it..."

"Oh, uh, okay! Here, try some." She reached a hand over to her tea set and took the teapot filled with the potty tea as well as an empty cup. She filled it up, sniffed it for good measure, then handed it to Foxy. "It's really good for you."

Foxy hastily took the tea cup and raised it up to his mouth, preparing to drink it. Meanwhile, Ballora stared at Bon-Bon, hoping for some sort of explanation from him.

Bon-Bon just shrugged. "Yeah, he's acting really weird."

Foxy seemed not to have heard Bon-Bon, but took a sip. Two seconds after he started drinking it, he did a spit take with twice the magnitude of Ballora's and coughed even more roughly then before. He threw the tea cup back into Ballora's hands.

"That...that was not what I expected..." Foxy coughed, looking even worse than before.

"You don't like it?" Ballora stuttered sadly.

"No, no, it was fine." Then, Ballora watched in surprise as Foxy's eyes dilated and a grin appeared on his face. "But if you click now, you can get TWENTY pounds of tea for HALF the price!"

Ballora blinked once, already bewildered by Foxy saying this, then once again turned to Bon-Bon for an explanation. "What is he...talking about?"

"I don't know, honestly." Bon-Bon replied, shaking his head. "He had the same problem with me. He offered to give me a better clarinet."

"Wait, you play the clarinet?"

"BALLORA!" Foxy suddenly shouted, only just now speaking again after about ten seconds of him staring blankly at the others. "If you click on this ad RIGHT NOW, and I mean right NOW, it's time sensitive, so if you click on it RIGHT NOW, I will give you a new ballerina outfit for HALF the price, no shipping required, and it can be in ANY color you want!"

"Did he seriously just interrupt us?" Ballora groaned.

"He did..." Bon-Bon whined. "What's wrong with him?"

"I think I know. He's acting like those ads that show up on a computer that try to trick you into handing over money for things you can never get-"

"OOOH, but look at that! You have EARRINGS!" Foxy called out, pointing at the gold earrings Ballora were wearing. "I require your attention so I can give you some NEW, UPDATED EARRINGS!"

"Hey, I was in the middle of talking! Don't interrupt me-"

"OH, and by the way, if you're curious, this ad is TIME-SENSITIVE. TIME. SENSITIVE! And you need to act on it RIGHT NOW so you can have twenty pounds of tea for ALL of your friends! And our SPECIAL offer comes with a FREE tea-cup as well! ACT NOW, this offer is TIME-SENSITIVE!"

Ballora decided to stop talking for a moment. Then she decided to say: "I'm afraid to say anything, because he might start saying something."

"Yeah, it's..." Bon-Bon began, but Foxy's eyes were back to normal and he looked confused.

"What are you guys talking about?" He asked curiously. "I haven't been saying anything."

Ballora felt her jaw open like a trapdoor. "What?" She muttered, perplexed that Foxy had changed from weird to normal in the course of a second. She then stood up and scowled at Foxy. "Okay, what is going on?"

Foxy's pupils dilated again. "Sorry, but this ad is about to RUN OUT! Better hurry up and ACT ON THIS AD NOW!"

Ballora opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, the door slammed open again, and this time it was Puppet that came running into the room, looking stressed out.

"Why is Foxy yelling?!" He complained loudly as he ran up to the others. "I'm just trying to relax, why do you guys need to be like this right now?"

"Oh, thank goodness you're here, Puppet! Something's wrong with Foxy. He's interrupting me and offering me deals that are both stupid and too weird to seem true, but also are pretty good-"

Foxy's pupils were back to normal again. "Huh? Sorry, I don't know what you guys are talking about. I'm just- cough, cough -kinda feeling weird right now." Foxy turned away from them and looked to Reggie instead. "Reggie! You can help me, right?" Foxy coughed again.

"Me?" Reggie stuttered, then calmed down. "Well, if it's a cold you have, then tea is supposed to help with that, usually-"

Dilated eyes. "Oh, Reggie, by the WAY: You have a cousin in the UK that says she'll give you all of her money IF you pay for her planet ticket here! Only FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS to get her here to the pizzeria!"

Reggie raised an eyebrow. "I have a cousin in the UK?"

"YEAH, and she's willing to give you all of her money if you pay for her to get here! "

"Um, no. I've memorized my family tree back home, and I don't think I have a cousin-"

"HURRY UP AND CLICK NOW! THIS IS TIME-SENSITIVE! Click now to pay five thousand dollars so you can save your cousin from death and destruction back home!"

"What?! What do you mean, death and destruction?!"

"PAY FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS NOW!"

"I don't have five thousand dollars! I don't even have a job here to begin with, so how would I even have money?!"

"Oh." Eyes back to normal.

"Foxy, I'm kind of concerned." Bon-Bon spoke up as he cringed at the conversation that had just taken place. "Are you threatening him?"

"No, not at all!" Foxy exclaimed. "I just- cough, cough -don't feel good..." Foxy then looked at Puppet. "Puppet, hey!"

"Oh, hey." Puppet replied. "I was wondering what that was. What's going on, Foxy?"

Eyes dilated. "I HEARD you like TOOTHBRUSHES!"

"Huh? Oh, uh...yeah, I do."

"If you want a new toothbrush NOW that is SHINY and RED, with the ability to clean TWO THOUSAND TEETH AT ONCE, then you can buy five now for the price of ONE! Hurry and ACT NOW!"

Puppet, instead of looking confused like everybody else, nodded and seemed interested. "Say...that's a pretty good deal. Sign me up."

Eyes back to normal. "Sign you up? What?"

"Wait, what? Didn't you just say you were gonna give me-"

Eyes dilated. "ACT NOW, and you can get yourself a new PLUNGER!"

Puppet just shook his head at Foxy. "Ah, I see what this is. A virus. Usually when this happens, we throw out our computer and get a new one."

Eyes back to normal. "Throw...out? What?"

"You heard me. It's time to get a new Foxy!"

"WHAT? Hey, don't throw me away- " Eyes dilated. "-RIGHT NOW you can buy a NEW Foxy for HALF the price of the ORIGINAL FOXY!-" Eyes back to normal. "-wait, what did I just say?"

"That actually sounds like a pretty good deal!" Ballora said, liking the possibility of getting a new Foxy. She thought it would be better than the broken one they were dealing with right now. "Which button do we click to select that deal?"

"I agree, it sounds good." Bon-Bon agreed, nodding.

"No, I don't like this deal at all!" Foxy complained, shaking his head vigorously. "Then again, what part of me would you have to touch to 'click' the ad- ugh, nevermind that! All I know is that whatever it is I'm trying to do, it's a scam."

Everyone ignored him. "Try punching him really hard." Ballora looked down beside her and saw that the rat- err, Bon-Bon had just told her to punch Foxy. "Maybe that will work."

"That won't work, it'll probably just break him." Ballora refused sadly. "He did have some buttons on the panels in his suit, but they're locked."

"Ha ha!" Foxy laughed. "Good thing I was smart enough to do that-" Foxy turned around and saw one of the skeletons sitting on the chairs in the room. Eyes dilated. "Oh, HELLO, Mr. Skeleton! Would you like some FREE skeleton cream? It's better for your skeletal body, we assure you! Act now if you want it!" Foxy was silent for a second, then- "Congratulations, you have accepted! It'll be here in seven thousand business days!"

Everyone silently waited, half-expecting the skeleton to magically say something back, but instead it did nothing, sitting there and looking as lifeless and 'barebones' as ever.

Puppet went up to the skeleton and poked its head, but nothing happened besides the skeleton slumping to the side ever more slightly.

"I don't think it can respond back, Foxy." Puppet concluded.

"Yeah, he's a little shy." Ballora added, noting that the skeleton they were talking about was one of the two Aarons in the room. This Aaron was shy, she knew that well enough.

"Wait, but this doesn't make any sense." Bon-Bon said grumpily. "If he can order skeleton cream without saying anything, why can't we get a new Foxy?"

Nobody replied to this question as Foxy had ran over to a skeleton sitting by Ballora's piano, its head sitting in its lap. "HELLO, Skeleton-with-your-head-missing!" Foxy screamed, grinning crazily. "Right NOW, we have some GREAT deals on our new SKELETON glue, so you can be in one piece again!" Silence for a moment again. "Thank you for your purchase! It'll be sent to you within seven to five-thousand business days!"

"Five thousand days?!" Ballora gasped. That seemed so long. "That's, like, forever! Five thousand days...that's be thirteen-to-fourteen years! Holy moly."

"Alright, I've got an idea!" Puppet spoke up. "I know just how to counteract this ad predicament. Hey, Foxy."

Eyes back to normal. "What?" Foxy asked.

"Can you share with me one simple trick to finding out all of your secrets?"

At this line, Foxy's eyes immediately dilated again. "ACT NOW, and you can find out all of my secrets! Just takes one push of a button!"

"Ooh!" Ballora and Puppet both gaped, excited by this.

"Let's do it!" Puppet exclaimed. "Which button do we hit?"

"Uh..." Ballora began, but she remembered that his buttons were locked. "...actually, as I mentioned earlier, the panels with the buttons are all locked. Remember?"

"Oh, yeah. But, can't we just force it open-"

"Sorry, but you ran out of time!" Foxy spoke up, still with the grin. Then Foxy ran away, running in circles around the room.

"Aw, no! It's one of those timed ads. Those suck."

"Well, back to the drawing board." Ballora decided. "Is there any way we could turn him off and on again, possibly like a restart? Or maybe...ooh, maybe we can download an ad blocker into his database."

"I think I've heard of something like this before, actually." Bon-Bon explained, eyeing Foxy as he ran. "It's a virus that overrides the primary systems with spam ads that try to take people's money. Not very common among animatronics, but there's quite a few cases out there. He probably had his anti-virus protection systems down when he was offline last night. Though, how the virus got in to begin with, I still don't know."

"That's kind of complex. Can you simplify that?"

"If you want me to. Basically, he's a walking advertisement."

"As for what could have gotten him, maybe it was a bug! They call viruses bugs sometimes." Puppet pointed out. "Maybe it was an ad mosquito!"

"Mosquitos?!" Foxy exclaimed, and his eyes were back to normal. "Oh, I don't like the sound of that."

"Me neither!" Ballora shrieked, already horrified at what she would look like with mosquito bites all over herself. "It's bad for my complexion!"

Then, Foxy's eyes dilated again, and Ballora sighed as she knew what was coming.

"MOSQUITOS in your house? NO PROBLEM!" Foxy advertised. "Act now if you want to get a new-and-improved MOSQUITO NET! It works like a charm for when you sleep at night!"

"Okay, okay, I think I know the solution to this." Puppet cut in. "Since we can't get a new Foxy, we're gonna have to fix the one we already have. I'm gonna go grab one of my super-secret tools. Be right back."

"Wait, don't leave us with him!" Ballora tried to say, but Puppet had already ran out of the room.

I hope he's not bringing a plunger. That's not going to help. She thought.

Foxy ran up to the doors and shouted down the hall.

"ACT NOW, and you can get a NEW secret tool for HALF the price of the ORIGINAL secret tool!" Eyes back to normal. "...why did I just say that?" Foxy closed the doors.

"I don't know why you're saying any of this. I'm confused." Ballora stuttered.

Suddenly, from within Foxy, Ballora could hear the voice speaking to them.

"Hey, guys? I know we're not on the best terms, but I need to be honest here: Foxy is completely freaking me out. ME, OF ALL THINGS. His systems, oh my god, they're a nightmare. I can't venture into his inner mindscape without encountering ADS! Oh, so many ads!"

The voice fell silent for a moment, leaving everyone even more confused than before.

"The voice, freaked out?" Bon-Bon sputtered. "It's never like this."

"Well, there's a first time for everything..." Ballora mumbled uneasily.

Eyes back to normal. "Ugh, tell me about it." Foxy groaned. "The voice said she was gonna leave me alone for a while, but apparently she's back. Great."

"Hey, shut up!"

"HOW ABOUT YOU shut up?!"

"Wait, wait, slow down." Ballora interrupted, trying to process the information. "It's a SHE now?"

"I GUESS so. It sounds like a girl, doesn't it?"

"Ooh, I guess Ballora has competition!" Bon-Bon shouted out playfully, smiling in a joking manner.

"Competition? No such thing." Ballora denied. She knew she was the best, and that was all there was. "I'm the best ballerina in this whole building."

"For now."

"For now?! You can't even dance, you're stuck in Foxy!"

"Why, you little-!"

Before the conversation could continue, the door to the room opened.

"Hey, I'm back!" Puppet announced as he came running back into the room. Puppet had gotten his secret tool, and he was sure it could fix Foxy. They needed to fix him, after all; Puppet felt that an advertisement virus was probably a bad thing to have.

"Uh, hi." Foxy greeted, waving slightly.

"You're back." Ballora added. "Got the secret tool?"

"Sure do." Puppet replied.

"Well, what is it? I swear, if it's a plunger..."

"It's a cookie." Puppet pulled out a single chocolate chip cookie.

"Uh, is it a super-secret cookie?" Foxy began, but he was quickly cut short as his eyes dilated again. "ACT NOW if you want to get FIVE THOUSAND pounds of cookies for the price of only ONE THOUSAND pounds of cookies!"

"No, no, that's fine. We already have a cookie right here."

"ACT NOW and get it! It only takes within five to five billion business days for this to be COMPLETE!"

"It's fine, we have our own cookie. Now stay still. Also, this might feel weird, so brace yourself." Puppet went around to the back of Foxy, his plan in mind. He pulled open the super-secret hatch down above his legs and near his tail, and stuffed the cookie inside. Foxy thrashed about as soon as this happened, making a sound not unlike a broken law mower. Then Puppet pulled the cookie back out and closed the hatch, with the cookie now covered in cobwebs and dust, and went back to the front of the now-shocked-Foxy.

"Did you just..." Foxy moaned, looking horrified and extremely angry. He knew what Puppet had just done, and he...oh my god, he felt sick, this time in a different way. "...stick that up...my..."

Puppet nodded. "And while I was back there, I also put in an anti-virus CD. Forgot to mention I had that as well."

"We're...not going to talk about that." Ballora sighed, looking very annoyed.

"Anyways, Foxy, do you feel like you want to offer me all of your stuff NOW?" Puppet asked hopefully.

Foxy stared at Puppet murderously. "No, but I kind of want to strangle you right now."

Puppet didn't even flinch. "So, I guess he's back to normal."

"I think so, too." Ballora added, nodding.

Foxy's expression lightened up, happy about maybe finally shaking off the virus. "Ha ha, it's gone! I feel like a new fox!" Foxy began to jump around, but stopped in his tracks when he heard something: a voice he didn't recognize was complaining loudly.

"Ugh, I hate being here! Ballora SUCKS at dancing!"

Foxy whipped around and his eyes widened as he saw who was talking: one of the skeletons chained to the wall near the room doors was looking down at Foxy instead of hanging there lifelessly, its skeletal jaw moving up and down as it yelled.

"What...what was that you just said?" Foxy stuttered in amazement, slowly approaching the skeleton.

"Yeah, you heard me!" It grumbled. "I hate being here!"

"No...no way..."

"What? Why so tongue-tied?"

"You're...talking..."

"Oh, so NOW you can hear us? TOOK YOU long enough!"

"I...I..."

"Foxy, are you okay?" Ballora asked, approaching Foxy. "Why are you talking to one of my dead audience members?"

"It was talking!" Foxy exclaimed, pointing at the skeleton. "It's speaking to me!"

"What? No, it's not. It's just hanging there lifelessly."

"Hey, I'm talking!" The skeleton shouted. "Can't you hear me?"

Ballora didn't look towards the skeleton at all, and neither did anybody else besides Foxy. They all seemed to see the skeletons only as lifeless corpses.

"Don't forget about me. I'm not exactly happy about this arrangement either." Another voice chimed in, and Foxy saw that the other skeleton chained to the wall near the room doors was talking now as well.

"You too?!" Foxy exclaimed, running over to this skeleton.

"Well, yeah! And this has been a bad experience. Her shows are boring as heck!"

"Ballora's shows are...as boring as heck?"

"I agree! They are TRASH!" The first skeleton complained.

"This weird! Are you guys hearing this?!"

"Um...no?" Ballora muttered worriedly.

"But they're talking, and-"

Foxy gasped and covered his ears: the entire room had descended into a huge uproar. The skeletons sitting around everywhere were now yelling and screaming stuff as their jaws moved to their words. They were making quite the racket, yet nobody but Foxy could hear them.

"Where's my order?!"

"I want my skeleton glue! I need my head back on!"

"My order, please! I'M TIRED OF WAITING!"

"Gaah, this place sucks! Let me out!"

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGUUUUUUH!"

"Augh, there's so many of them TALKING!" Foxy screamed. "Guys, tell me you HEAR these guys! They're so loud now!"

"What voices?" Ballora asked. "I only hear you, me, Bon-Bon, Puppet, the voice, and Reggie."

Foxy grabbed onto Puppet and shook him around. "Puppet, what did you DO to me!"

"Woah, woah, stop!" Puppet yelled, pushing Foxy off of him. "I didn't do anything! You offered all of these people amazing deals that they couldn't pass up, and now you've gotta pay for it."

"But, can you hear their voices?! Please tell me you can!"

"I...don't hear anything."

Meanwhile, the skeletons, instead of yelling individually, were now chanting one phrase and one phrase only:

"GIVE US WHAT WE WANT! GIVE US WHAT WE WANT! GIVE US WHAT WE WANT!"

"Guys, I don't like this!" Foxy shouted. "They're getting even worse than before!"

"Puppet, are you sure you put in the right CD?!" Ballora inquired Puppet in a panic.

"Yes, I'm sure I did!" Puppet answered. "I don't know what went wrong!"

"I think there might still be some remnants of the virus inside of me..." Foxy muttered.

"We're gonna have to PURGE you, then!" Ballora said, looking excited by this.

"Wait, what?! No! Stay away!"

Foxy ran as the others chased him.

A few minutes of Foxy being chased around the room later...

Foxy ran out of the room and slammed the room doors, trapping the others inside, then grinned as he watched them eye him from the windows in the doors.

"Ha, got you now!" Foxy shouted in triumph.

"Good job! Now, take their bodies!"

"Not a chance, voice. Get out of here."

"Great, he locked us in." Bon-Bon groaned.

"I know a secret way." Puppet informed them. "Follow me." He led the others away from the door and out of sight from where Foxy could see them.

"Guys? Guys, come back." Foxy tried to say, but he got no response. "Well, I don't hear their voices now, so that's at least good. Maybe I can listen to them through the wall, but which wall? Oh, I know."

Foxy opened a door to the left of Ballora's room, which led to the same party room they had celebrated Ballora's birthday in a while ago. He entered the room and started towards the wall before a voice rang out that made him stop in his tracks.

"Hello there!" Something said.

Foxy looked down and saw that one of the presents still laying on the room's floor was speaking to him. It was an object and had no mouth, but it talked anyway.

"Oh, YOU'RE talking now?!" Foxy exclaimed exasperatedly. "A PRESENT, of all things? God, that makes even less sense than the skeletons. Oh, wait...these presents were from the birthday we celebrated with Ballora a while back. But, that's the point: it happened a while back! WHY didn't you CLEAN UP the mess, Ballora?! Ugh, seems like she's still one of the many problems I already have."

"What about me?" A second present asked.

"YOU, too? Well, if you must ask, YES, I'd say you're a problem!"

"Don't forget about me." The first present reminded Foxy.

"Arrgh, that's it! I'm out of here!"

Foxy left the room, slamming the door behind him. He went back over to Ballora's room door and looked through the window, then stepped back quickly: the others were doing the same from the other side.

"Puppet, what are you doing here?" Foxy asked. "I thought you knew a secret way out of there."

"No, I don't." Puppet sighed sadly. "I just thought I sounded cool. This door is really the only way out."

"It's fine, that's not the problem now. What we NEED to handle is the remnants of the virus still in me. How do we stop it?"

"Um, probably the same way you started it: by opening the door."

"Oh, okay." Foxy opened the door...and realized his mistake half a second later. But the others rushed out faster than Foxy could blink, and now he found himself struggling as Puppet and Bon-Bon held an arm each to hold Foxy in place while Ballora took out a plunger.

"Alright, guys, hold him still!" Ballora commanded the others. "I'm gonna use this plunger to purge him!"

"Wait, no!" Foxy plead, but Ballora raced behind him, and he could feel the suction cup of the plunger doing...something behind him. His thoughts were racing too quickly to understand where he was being touched, but he at least knew he was being touched.

After a few seconds, Foxy was greeted by a pleasant little jingle coming from his systems. At the same time, Foxy felt as if a huge weight had just been removed from his back, and he felt alright again.

"Was that his startup music?" Ballora asked Puppet, without the plunger in her hand, something Foxy found confusing.

"I think it was!" Puppet replied, nodding.

"Ah, somehow, I feel better." Foxy said, grinning sheepishly. "Thanks, guys, that actually helped. And...hey...I don't hear any voices."

"Are you sure?" Ballora said. "Maybe we should go into my room and double-check."

"Good idea."

Foxy and the others trooped into Ballora's room. Foxy listened carefully, but he heard nothing now. The skeletons were in the same positions they always were, and as silent as they always had been. Everything was back as it was.

"I don't hear them anymore." Foxy stated, though he felt a little nervous. "But...it's a little too quiet in here. I'm not sure whether I like this or hearing the skeletons talk."

"Ah, perfect silence." Ballora sighed in happiness. "Just the way I like it."

"So, Puppet, what did you do to fix him?" Bon-Bon inquired. "Did that disk enable cookies, or something?"

"Uh, no." Puppet responded. "That was all Ballora who purged the virus completely. I just put in the anti-virus CD to make the virus weaker."

"I didn't even do much, though." Ballora voiced. "I just purged him, and then he was alright."

"I feel much better, at least!" Foxy laughed. "I don't even hear the voice inside my head anymore-"

"You were saying?"

"Augh, dang it! I thought I got rid of you!"

"Hah, too bad I'm not classified as a virus in your systems. Lucky me!"

"Darn, I thought we finally got rid of that." Ballora groaned. "Guess we'll have to do other methods."

"All we can do is try, unfortunately." Foxy grumbled. "And try, and try, and try! And we've already tried so many times, but it NEVER works! I swear, the voice already seems completely aware of how to prevent us from removing it."

"I mean, we could put some more plungers into you." Puppet offered. "And more cookies."

"You put that plunger INSIDE of me?! Ugh, well, too late now." Foxy gazed around the room at the now-silent skeletons. "You know, I feel bad for all these dead people that never got what they ordered. They all were once security guards who died inside this building, and maybe they were just trying to get things to help their own lives. Well, afterlives, at least."

"What if one day they all come back and are mad at you for both killing and scamming them?"

"Then I'll blame it on you."

"Aww, okay..."

"I mean, you're a credible scapegoat." Ballora brought up. "You're always on the internet, so it'd be believable that you were the one behind the scams."

"Why would I do that, though?"

"Because...because you're Puppet. We'll just say that, I guess."

"But Foxy is the one who talked to them. Why would they think it was me?"

"You don't see the similarities in your and Foxy's appearance?"

"Yeah, Puppet, we could be related!" Foxy stated.

"Like two twin brothers from...two different manufacturers."

"Isn't the word supposed to be 'mother'?"

"We don't have mothers, we're animatronics."

"I mean, it's still possible. You might not, but maybe I do. I dunno."

"So, we need to make sure of this. Are you back to normal?" Bon-Bon asked.

"Yep, I'm sure of that." Foxy replied. "I'm going back to the room to talk to Gregory now." Foxy started out the door.

"Wait, not without me!" Bon-Bon cried, quickly following.

"Wait, Gregory's alive- I mean, yay, Gregory's alive!" Ballora said, leaving as well.

"Guess we're doing this now." Puppet muttered, following.

"So why are we going to Gregory, again?" Foxy heard Ballora ask as they entered the main room.

"I need to go have a talk with him." Foxy replied. "Mostly to apologize for trying to eat him earlier."

"You tried to...eat him?"

"Well, yeah. I felt sick, and I knew soup was a cure for colds, so I thought making Gregory into chicken soup would have been a good idea. Fortunately, I didn't have to."

Foxy entered his back room and went right up to Gregory, who was trotting around inside his cage. The others came inside as well.

"Hi, Gregory." Foxy greeted calmly.

Puppet sat down on Foxy's chest of drawers and sighed. "Why can't we ever just have a normal day here?"

"I thought this was a normal day."

"Well, not exactly." Ballora contradicted. "It's not every day that we purge our friends with plungers or put CDs in places we never expected them to go. Also, having a chicken in your room isn't normal, either."

"No, that IS normal. He's been here for a while."

"It's still kind of weird."

Puppet stood up, letting Ballora sit down on the chest of drawers instead, and went over to the cage, which he eyed in distaste.

"I don't think having a cage in this room was ever in our contract aka agreement of how you could modify this room." Puppet stated.

"You don't have a say in this matter." Foxy countered. "It's my room, not your room."

"Yes, but I made this room into what it looks like now, and the way I see it, this cage is making it harder to move to your computer. So we might have to talk about this."

"What do you mean, harder?!" Bon-Bon sputtered. "It's in the corner!"

"I have to go all the way around it to get to the pc, and that's too cramped. I'm gonna have to write this down."

Foxy grinned, a prank forming in his head. "Oh, by the way, I've got a new pen for you. You just have to click now to order it."

"Wait, what?"

"Hah, only joking."

"I have the plunger in case we need it..." Ballora warned, pulling out the plunger.

"Woah, calm down. It was only a joke."

"Fine, but I'm watching you."

"Hey, wait a second. Is that plunger one of mine?" Puppet asked.

"Yep. I went through your lifetime supply."

"That's mine. Give it back."

"Yours? It's ours, Puppet. Plus, you have a million and a half of those. You can stand to lose one."

"GIVE. IT. BACK."

"Fine, I will." She handed the plunger to Puppet.

"Hey, Foxy." Bon-Bon inquired suddenly, tapping Foxy's arm.

"What?" Foxy said.

"Are we still getting that skeleton cream?"

"Uh, I dunno. It depends on how long it takes to get here."

"I think the virus said seven thousand business days." Ballora mentioned. "That's about...20 years. In other words, it's pretty much not gonna happen."

"It was a scam, anyway. A trick. That's what ads like that do."

"Aw, dang." Bon-Bon complained. "I needed more skeleton cream."

"Wait, you use skeleton cream?" Ballora said confusedly. "For what?"

"My complexion. We have endo-SKELETONS, see, and I can use it on that. It makes my endo-skeleton's complexion look a lot better. Unfortunately, it's inside my suit, so you can't see it."

"Hey, guys?" Foxy groaned. He still felt a little sick, so he figured he should get some rest. "Can you all leave? I still feel sick, so there must be a tiny bit of the virus left. I need to deactivate and let the anti-virus get to work."

"But this is my room too." Bon-Bon said.

"Oh, yeah, it is. Fine, then you can stay. Puppet, Ballora, out."

"Aww, what? No, let us stay!" Puppet insisted. "We can have a sleepover!"

"Yeah, and I can sing for you! That'll help you get to sleep." Ballora offered.

Foxy groaned very loudly. Puppet observed the look on Foxy's face and seemed to understand. "You know what? Maybe today isn't the right day. We'll have it tomorrow or something."

"Okay, thanks." Foxy replied, smiling a little. "See you guys later."

"Seeya, Foxy." Puppet waved to Foxy and then left.

"Aww, I was really hoping I could sing to you." Ballora whined.

"Next time." Foxy promised.

"Fine." Ballora grumbled under her breath as she left the room.

"Ah, they're finally gone." Foxy sighed. "Time to get some rest."

"I'm gonna play with Gregory." Bon-Bon informed Foxy as the hand-puppet approached the cage.

"You can, but can you do it quietly? I need to rest."

"Oh, okay. Goodnight, Foxy."

"Goodnight."

Foxy deactivated and went to sleep, letting the anti-virus get to work...