Chapter 1

Another plate smashed on the wall. Who knows how many he's thrown now… I was terrified for my life. Why was he acting like this? He was always so kind when I visited him before the- SMASH!

That was so close! Too close… I had to run… run far away from here… I book it upstairs and, after grabbing my hidden backpack, sprint to the back door. I don't think about his angry roars, I don't think about the cut on my arm, and I don't think about why I was brought here in the first place…

I eventually slow my pace. I was out of breath, both from running and crying. My heart was beating so loudly… There was no place I could go. I didn't have anymore relatives that I could live with, and I've heard how bad orphanages could be.

I'm suddenly flooded with memories. Pillow forts, baseball lessons, and pizza parties. Wait, pizza? I remember a place we always visited for pizza and games. I got to see the security office because my mom was friends with the guard…

'Mike…', I thought, 'Has he heard about the accident yet? Would he let me stay for a bit?'

I hurry down the street, hoping for a good chance of fate.

"Bonnie, no! Stay in the closet or go back to the stage. Chica, stop with the pans and go back to sleep.", Mike said into the intercom as he clicked spastically through the cameras to check the animatronics he was supposed to watch. This was only Monday, but it was already half past five so he could make it!

"C'mon, Mike! Don't be such a party pooper!", Chica said as she tromped down the Right Hall.

"Yeah! Come and play!", Bonnie chimed in, copying Chica through the Left Hall. Mike responded with a quick 'no thanks!', shut both of his doors, and glanced at the Power Display.

"Aww, my power usage is in the high yellow! You know it's no fun in the dark.", Mike said, adding a fake whine to his voice and smirking at himself.

Chica and Bonnie went to the windows and exchanged a look.

"Fine… You win, Mike.", Bonnie answered in a mildly sad tone while his ears drooped. Mike opened both doors and allowed the robots in.

"You almost had me that time, Bonnie. It's really fun playing with you guys! I just wish the twins and Foxy could play more often.".

"Well, you know how Goldie is, and Freddy and Foxy like to sleep.", Chica said before looking at the clock, "It's five minutes until six. We should be heading back to the stage, Bon."

"Alright, Chica. But just because you're older than me doesn't mean you get to tell me what to do!"

Mike shook his head. Even though they were well-built robots, they still acted like children… Maybe because they were… technically, still children…

"Bonnie, Chica's right. You need to head back to the stage."

Bonnie turned with a playful huff and strode back to his spot, as Chica did the same, minus the fake attitude. Mike powered off the camera tablet, straightened up the desk, and walked to the door.

A cheerful 'Goodbye, guys!' and the bang of the doors echoed slightly through the currently empty pizzaria.

I don't know if the kids in this story are canon (I tried to be as close as I could be with the lore) But I wrote both Freddy and Goldie's suits and the kids possessing them as twin brothers, even if they may be girls in the lore. This is just from the wonderful place that is my brain!