Once again, Mike was caught in a situation that he never thought he would never, ever be in: his face pressed tightly against the voluptuous endowment of a woman, let alone the voluptuous endowment of a robotic humanoid bunny.

or is she a robotic human with bunny attributes, he wondered as he felt his air supply running thin.

"I just can't get over how lucky I am to hang out with such a cute night guard!" Spring-Bonnie gushed as she tightened her grip.

Mike tried his best to escape the grip of his captor, but the abnormal strength that the animatronic possessed made such a feat impossible. All he could do was accept his fate and wait until he finally lost the vital thing Spring-Bonnie affectionate gesture was robbing him of. Everything faded to black was until a bright light arrived to reveal the slightly stained white ceiling of his bed room.

Now firmly back in the land of the living, Mike slowly sat up and took a deep breath, pondering the dream he just had.

I can't tell if that dream is a sign of attraction or a sign that I'm traumatized over the thought that I could have died that way on my second night on the job.

He then crossed his arms and thought of a third option that he found horrifying.

Or if it's a sign of both…

Mike shuddered over the possibility of the third option being true. He was already under the belief that he had a lot of issues and did not need a new one. Desperately trying to avoid riding that train of thought any further, the young man reached for his phone and, to his surprise, found that he had received a text message from an unknown number. His surprise would soon evolve into shock after reading the message, realizing that it was sent from Charlie.

"How does Charlie have my number? I never gave it to her…" he pondered aloud. "… Granted, I probably should have by now."

Mike wasted no time in getting dressed and leaving his house earlier than usual.

Even thought it was late into the day, the location of his new job was still just as festive as it was the day he first arrived. Before heading to his boss' office, Mike found himself overcome with the desire to visit the main dining area first. It was a strange feeling watching Freddy, Bonnie and Chica sing to the customers. He has always been kept in the dark when it came to big secrets, so he couldn't help but feel weird over the fact that he was the only one in the room that knew the truth behind the "lifelike" attractions.

As he continued to watch the show, he noticed Bonnie quickly glance in his direction and wink before just as quickly turning her attention to the rest of the crowd.

"You're cheeks are red."

"Huh?" Mike turned to his right, surprised to find Charlie standing right beside him. "How…?"

Charlie shrugged and casually answered with, "I figured you would want to come in here after last night if given the chance. Anyway, let's continue this in my office."

Mike nodded his head in agreement and followed Charlie to her office.

"So… why did you need me to come in early?" he asked.

Charlie opened her mouth to answer.

"Actually, how do you have my number in the first place? I don't recall ever giving it to you."

"BB gave it to me," she answered in the most casual, matter-of-fact tone Mike has ever heard.

"How did she get my numb-? Wait…"

Mike averted his gaze as he recalled the events of the previous night. As he was tearfully eating the cake Chica had made for him, BB had suggested that everyone gather around for a picture. He didn't think much of the idea until he eventually realized that she planned on using his phone to take the picture.

"BB, when did you get my phone?" he questioned.

"I found it on the floor," she happily answered.

"Why was it on the fl-? Wait…"

Mike immediately thought back to when he first arrived to his office. He remembered having his phone in hand as he was checking the cameras until Spring-Bonnie ambushed and tightly hugged him.

"I must have dropped it when she introduced herself…" he concluded.

With that mystery finally solved, Mike turned his gaze back to Charlie only to find her staring at him with the most perplexed face he ever saw.

"Did you just flashback to you having a flashback?" she questioned.

"…That's not weird, is it?"

"Not really. But now I'm a little surprised you didn't go for a longer loop," She silently stared at him for a full minute. It was as if she was expecting something to occur. "Nothing?"

Mike slowly shook his head. "No."

Disappointment briefly flashed on Charlie's face.

"…Anyway, the reason I called you in early is because we need to go over the official legal job hiring process that we didn't do on your first day," she explained.

"Why didn't we do that on the first day?" Mike queried.

Charlie remained silent, once again just staring at Mike like she was waiting for something.

"Oh right… Night guards always leaving on Night 1…" he sheepishly murmured under his breath. "But then why didn't we do this on yesterday?"

"Because you didn't meet everyone and you still seemed unsure about staying here. For all I knew, Spring-Bonnie could have been the make-it or break-it decision."

Mike once again thought about his first meeting with the aforementioned animatronic and how he almost suffocated in her embrace.

"I was very close to a variation of 'break-it', but it wasn't much of a choice," he admitted.

Charlie winced as she pictured how that encounter occurred in her head. And yet he's still here…

"Charlie?"

"Yeah… Sorry. I would have warned you about how super affectionate she can be with night guards, but I was specifically told not to give any warnings. Still honestly surprised it didn't happen on the first night."

The young manager opened a drawer in her desk, pulled out a manila envelope and slid it across the table. "To to make it up to you, I'm not going to ask you to complete those admittedly boring forms as soon as possible."

"Thanks…" Mike breathed a sigh of relief as he looked up at the clock. There was still a bit of time before he his job officially began. "So…"

"Hey, since you have the time, why don't you visit Mangle? I'm sure she could use some company right now," Charlie suggested.

"Sure."

A smile formed on Charlie's lips and she tossed a set of keys his way.

"What are these for?" he asked.

"The keys to every room in this place. You can use those to enter Mangle's Cove. That is, unless you want to use the vents."

"No thank you," Mike instinctively answered. It wasn't that he had anything against the girls preferred method of travel but… "I'll stick with the keys."

The, technically off-duty, rookie night guard made his way to Mangle's Cove. The moment he approached the entrance, Mike raised the keys to his face. The sight of a full ring of keys jingling in front of him opened his eyes to a very important fact.

I have no idea which one of these unlocks the doors.

Taking a closer look, Mike beheld shapes and letters engraved into the keys and began to sort through the keys.

"Mangle's Cove. Mangle's Cove…"

"What are you doing, mister?"

"Hm?" following the voice, the, still technically off-duty, night guard turned around and found himself in the presence of a curious little girl.

Mike's mind was a blank as he stared into the innocent, quizzical eyes of the small girl in front of him. How could someone who had no proof of being a staff member besides a set of keys…

The, still not on duty yet, night guard dropped to his knees, making sure the keys were in the girl's line of sight. "I'm just checking up on Mangle… As soon as I find the right key."

"Is she feeling better yet?"

"Hm? What do you mean?"

"She hasn't been seen in awhile. Everyone says she's sick."

"Oh." Mike averted his gaze. Hearing that brought to mind the question he asked Mangle the night before.

Looking back at the girl, he could only give her the simple reply of, "Well, I can assure you that she isn't sick."

The little girl's curious expression lit up with excitement. "Does that mean that she'll be coming out today?"

"I… I can't answer that. But I'll be sure to let her know you asked about her."

"Okay!" the girl beamed before running down the hall.

"Huh," Mike said as he continued the search for the right key. His eyes were soon drawn to a key with the letters "MC" inscribed on it. "Here we go."

Finally possessing the right key, Mike unlocked the doors to Mangle's Cove and walked inside. Just to be safe, he locked the doors behind him before approaching the stage.

"Mangle," he called.

The eponymous fox timidly peeked from behind the stage curtains.

"Night Guard? What are you doing here this early?" she asked.

"Charlie asked me to come here to get some documents for the job and visit you while I wait for my shift to begin."

Though he was being honest, Mike wondered if telling her that he was told to visit was the smartest decision.

"Oh…" Mangle slightly tugged on her curtain as she nervously averted her gaze. "Well, you don't to wait in here if you don't want to. I'm sure you'll have more fun out there with the others."

"I'm not too sure about that. I've never really been the type of person who enjoys themselves in a crowd."

Mangle's face lit up with surprise as her attention returned to Mike. "Really? Why's that?"

"I don't know. I guess that's just the way I am. Probably the reason why I didn't have any friends as a kid."

"Oh…"

Mike crossed his arms s he pondered the legitimacy behind his words. "Actually that's not true. There was this one kid that I was friends with. Think I had a lot of fun with them."

"Really? What was their name?" Mangle asked.

"Uhm…" That question was like a dagger going for his heart. "I… I can't really recall. It's been a long time after all."

"Oh… Sorry for bringing it up."

"It's nothing to be concerned about. I already made peace with it. No point in crying over it now."

Silence spliced its way into their conversation. It was awkward, until Mike suddenly stepped onto the stage.

"Hey, Mangle, could you come over here for a moment?" he requested.

"Eh? What for?" she asked.

"There's something I want to check."

Mangle silently nodded her head and timidly approached the night guard. She couldn't help but feel cautious and concerned as Mike's eyes trailed down towards her chest.

That concern quickly evolved into fear as he silently raised his hands and watched in horror as they hovered over her breasts. Her entire face turned bright red and she shut her eyes tight; fearfully waiting for the inevitable result of this transaction.

"There."

Mangle opened her eyes and, to her surprise, found Mike tightening her bow.

"Your bow was unfastened," he explained.

"Oh. Thank you, Night Guard," Taking a small step back, Mangle sighed in relief.

"No problem."

Silence once again found its way into their conversation. Mangle's tail gently swished from side to side as she found herself struggling to maintain eye contact with the new, waiting for his shift to begin, night guard.

"Do you…" the white fox timidly averted her gaze as her slightly shaky hands pointed to the edge of the stage. "Do you want to sit down?"

"Uhm, sure."

The two sat along the edge of the stage, their conversation once again taken over by silence.

"Hey, Mangle…" Mike suddenly said.

"Yes?"

"Will you be leaving your cove tonight?"

"Huh?" the female fox shot a perplexed look at Mike. "What do you mean?"

"It's just that it seems like you would have stayed here the entire night last night if BB didn't arrive," he explained.

"Well, that was what I was going to do… But I still don't get why you're asking?"

"I just don't want you to feel like you have to stay in here because of me. I know the history of night guards here hasn't been too good."

"Oh, um… I guess it would be strange to stay in here after leaving last night. Besides… It's not like I made that decision because of you specifically. I just didn't think you would return after the first night, is all."

"That makes sense. You weren't there when I told Charlie I would come back."

Mike glanced down at the ring of keys tucked between his fingers, recalling the brief encounter he had before entering the cove. "By the way, I ran into a little girl while trying to get in her. She was asking about you."

"Really?" Mangle's face once again lit up with surprise.

"She asked if you were feeling well and wanted to know whether or not you would come out tonight."

"Oh…" the animatronic girl once again averted her gaze, this time sporting a small smile.

A bored yawn slipped past Spring-Bonnie's lips she casually flipped through the pages of a magazine.

"Why are you reading that 1997 magazine again?" Fredbear asked. "Also, why did you bother to yawn?"

"Cause it's the latest one that I haven't read in a while, not that a 'while' is that long," the withered bunny answered. "And I yawned to show how bored I am right now."

"You could just sleep until the establishment is empty."

"Ugh…" Spring-Bonnie groaned as she spread flat across Storage Closet's floor. "Sleeping all the time is just as boring."

"Boredom isn't a concern if you're not conscious," the withered bear replied.

The golden rabbit shot an annoyed look at her roommate before it softened to one of acceptance. "That's okay. I'm just killing time until I can finally spend some time with the new night guard."

"The results of yesterday haven't dashed your hopes?"

"Nope."

"Haven't you ever considered that it's pointless to flirt with the night guards?"

"Why would I think that?"

"There are a couple of obstacles to be faced."

A curious look crossed Spring-Bonnie's face. "Like what?"

"For one: he's human and you're a highly advanced robotic being under the guise of a lifelike animatronic. Secondly: you're a highly advanced robotic being with the appearance of an animal and humans interacting with animals in a certain way is quite the sensitive subject."

"Hey," Spring-Bonnie worriedly grasped her slowly decaying bunny ears. "Other than my ears and nose, I'm pretty human... esque."

"Highly advanced robotic being," Freadbear repeated.

"I'd doubt he'd care about that…" Spring-Bonnie pouted.

Fredbear blankly stared at her golden companion then slowly turned towards the closet door. "The building no longer has guests."

"So, not too long from now?"

"The Night Guard is already here."

"Wha?!"

"He arrived here earlier, presumably under Charlie's request. He's currently with Mangle in her cove."

Spring-Bonnie simply stared at her roommate, speechless by what she had just heard. Suddenly, a big smile stretched across her face as she jumped on her feet. "Thanks, Sis!"

The golden rabbit giggled as she excitedly rushed out of the storage closet.

The door to Mangle's Cove creaked open. Mike's head slowly peeked out and looked around.

"Coast's clear, Mike," Standing in front of the entrance was Charlie, unable to hide her amusement at the sight of Mike being cautious some time after closing.

"Charlie," the, now finally on duty, night guard fully opened the door and walked out of the cove as Mangle followed some distance behind.

"Hey, Mangle, another night out of the cove?"

"Mm-hmm," the fox animatronic nodded her head.

"Alright then," Charlie glanced at Mike and snuck him a thumbs-up behind the fox's back. "Guess, I'll leave everything to yo-"

Before she could finish her sentence, Charlie noticed a green blur speed past her. Blinking once, she was bemused to find Mike in Spring-Bonnie's tight embrace.

"Hey, Night Guard," she greeted with her usual predatory eyes.

"E-Evening, Spring-Bonnie," images of his dream from before flashed in his mind as he once again (in reality) found himself in a situation he never, ever thought he's ever be in. At least I can breathe.

A solemn, almost regretful expression formed on Charlie's face as she watched the scene unfold in front of her. "Seriously, sorry for no beforehand warnings. See you guys tomorrow."

Waving goodbye, Charlie whistled a short tune as she disappeared down the hallway.

While the apology was appreciated, it did not offer Mike any clue of what he was supposed to do now. Unlike the day before, Spring-Bonnie held his whole body captive instead of just his arms and Foxy was nowhere in sight.

"You miss me?" she suddenly asked.

"Well…" his earlier dream and the question he presented towards it were the only thoughts on Mike's mind. Such thoughts made it harder to answer such a question that was already hard considering the context. "I don't think I've been gone that long for those kinds of feelings to pop up."

"Oh…" the golden rabbit looked away, dejected by his response.

"Ah…"

Mike had noticed she had lessened her grip. He considered it an opportunity to escape, but seeing her dispirited face made him immediately reconsider.

Taking a moment to consider his next words, he added, "That said… I was looking forward to coming back and seeing everyone."

"I'll take it!" she beamed, squeezing Mike even tighter than before.

Several grunts of pain shot through his lips as he felt her metallic grip break through his tolerable limit. Eyes closed and enraptured by his words, the golden animatronic had no clue that he felt like a twig that she was about to break.

Mangle's hands trembled she watched Mike's face contort in pain. Struggling to say or do anything, she felt helpless as she could only watch on in horror. After hearing another cry of pain, Mangle forced herself to cry out, "Spring-Bonnie, you're hurting him!"

"Huh?" Finally noticing Mike's pained expression, Spring-Bonnie immediately released him from her embrace and quickly backed away from him.

"Sorry," she sheepishly giggled.

As Mike tried to catch his breath, Mangle raised her hands before quickly returning them to her side. "Are you okay, Night Guard?"

"Yeah… No broken bones or anything," Mike replied, sighing in relief. That said, now I'm certain that dream was a sign of trauma. Even so… At least a death from affection would be better than the last possible death… Wait…

His thoughts were brought to an abrupt end by the sudden appearance of a bright yellow hand. He looked up and was greeted with a small smile from Chica. Accepting her hand, Mike was effortlessly pulled up onto his feet.

"Hey, Night Guard," she greeted.

"Evening, Chica."

"Do you think I could borrow you for a moment?"

"Hm?"

Bonnie strummed a few notes on her guitar, listening for just the right pitch for the song in her head. "So we can't play Goofy Goober Rock?"

"Nope," Freddy shook her head.

"Not even an anime girl cover version of it?"

Freddy glanced away for a moment as she pondered that idea. With complete defeat plastered on her face, she replied, "That sounds so tempting… But we can't. It's not on the list of songs we can cover. Not to mention, I think that one may be even more difficult sense it's a variation of another song. Don't quote me on that though."

"Aww… A lot of my top favorites are being blacklisted."

"You're not the only one who feels that way."

The two curiously turned towards the direction of that distinctly masculine voice to find Chica leading Mike, Spring-Bonnie and Mangle into the Main Dining Area.

"Hey, Night Guard!" Bonnie smiled and waved at the, just started his shift, night guard. "Did you catch my earlier hello?"

"Y-Yeah. You all gave a very nice performance."

"Thank you," Freddy, Bonnie and Chica beamed.

"So, what's this about top favorites being blacklisted?" he asked.

"Oh. Well, basically the songs we're allowed to sing have to be legally approved," Freddy explained.

"Really? I thought you'd be able to cover whatever you want," Mike replied, confused. "You do give live performances after all."

"That's true, but… To the world, we're being programmed with songs and the company makes some of their money off of our songs. To make a long story short, it's like ripping off songs and reselling them."

"And music companies would definitely not allow something like that."

"Mm-hmm. So instead, we're only allowed to play songs that we gained the rights to play."

"And the people at Nick are stingy with the SpongeBob songs…" Bonnie lamented. "And I practiced a lot of them too."

"And if you think they have it bad, then you should've seen how me and Fredbear fared," Spring-Bonnie interjected. "We had even less options than them."

"Fredbear?" Mike inquired.

"Oh, that's right, you haven't met Fredbear yet," Bonnie realized, setting down her guitar.

"To answer your curiosity, Fredbear is to Freddy in the same way Spring-Bonnie is to Bonnie," Chica answered.

Mike glanced at the two Bonnies and compared the current state of them.

"Predecessors?" he concluded.

"Yep," Spring-Bonnie nonchalantly answered as she strolled towards Bonnie. "It's actually pretty easy to tell that about us if you think about. After all, Bonnie is more of a Bonnie between the two of us."

"I don't think I quite understand."

"It's simple," The golden bunny turned her blue successor around and did the same herself, exposing their backs to Mike. She lowered her hand and circled it around Bonnie's tail. "I never had a tail, while Bonnie has a bright, white fluffy one."

She then turned Bonnie back around and drew attention to the blue bunny's ears.

"Even her bunny ears are more bunny than mine. Sometimes it makes me wonder if the 'Spring' part of my name is just a nice way of saying old. Otherwise, they would have named me Gold-Bonnie."

"You're gold?" Mike questioned, perplexed.

"Huh? Of course, I'm gold. What color did you think I was?"

"I honestly thought you were a shade of green."

"Ah, I get it…" a sorrowful smile crossed Spring-Bonnie's face. "That's because I was a dark shade of gold before withering. Even though I look kinda green now, I'm still technically a shade of gold."

"Oh… Sorry." That short apology was all Mike could offer in the face of his unintentional insensitive words.

"Heh, No problem," the golden's animatronic face lit back up as she stretched her arms towards him. "Though if you really want to make it up to me."

"Uhm…" the, fearful of his life, night guard instinctively turned away.

"Ah… Too soon, huh?"

Mike remained silent until she finally slumped back in defeat.

"So… Are there any noticeable differences between Freddy and Fredbear?" he finally asked.

"Not really. Other than the eyes and the fact that's she's golden and and have black eyes, they're pretty much twins," Chica answered. "It actually got to the point where Fredbear was once referred to as 'Golden Freddy.' Funny, huh?"

"Ironic."

"Um…" Bonnie quizzically turned towards Freddy and asked, "What about Two Worlds, One Family?"

"Disney," Freddy flatly answered.

"Aww… Copyright rules can be so annoying sometimes."

"Speaking of rules…" Mike aimed his gaze at Freddy. "I've been looking over the rules posted in my office and throughout the building."

"Yeah?" she replied.

"One of them mentions you."

"Yeah…"

"It specifically says not to…" the, uncomfortable on two fronts, night guard awkwardly averted his gaze. "Um, well, not to touch your chest…"

"That's right…"

"Why is that?"

"Um…" the top-hatted animatronic winced as she pondered that single worded question. "I'm not sure I have it in me to tell you…"

"I can tell you," Spring-Bonnie gleefully interjected.

"Spring Bon-Bon?!" Freddy exclaimed.

"Shouldn't the night guard know the meaning behind each of the rules? We wouldn't want a repeat after all," the withered animatronic pointed out with a cheeky smile.

Freddy anxiously averted her gaze as the golden bunny excitedly turned back to Mike, "Fredbear told me everything. You see what happened was…"

"WAIT!"

Out of nowhere, BB's sudden and dramatic appearance was enough of a shock to throw Mike into Spring-Bonnie's arms.

"BB?!" he exclaimed.

"Huh. This is a new one," she giggled.

BB jumped in front of them with a big, excited grin."If this story is going to be told, than it should be told right."

Mike shot the human-like animatronic a confused look until a plush doll of Freddy was suddenly held in front of his face. Soon a single male action figure rose into his cone of vision and approached the Freddy plush as it sung and dance. Once close enough, the male action figure reached up and squeezed the plush doll's breasts. An entire minute of silence passed by until Plush Freddy punched the action figure away.

"And that's why there is now a rule regarding never touching Freddy's chest," Marionette explained.

"Ouch," Mike winced.

"That's not an exaggeration either," Chica added. "Freddy really did sock that guy across the room."

"I thought we would have been scrapped right then and there…" Bonnie shuddered as she recalled that moment.

"Charlie had to release a public statement that along with being 'life-like', we also had real-life reactions to perversion," Chica giggled, reminiscing the time Charlie told her that. "I really like it when she tells the truth when she doesn't tell the truth."

"She does seem to have a specialty with what to say, what not to say and how to say it…" Mike acknowledged. "By the way, where does Fredbear reside?"

"Oh… She stays in the storage closet 24/7," Spring-Bonnie answered. "Why?"

Fredbear continued sitting in the dimly lit Storage Closet alone, until a slight glimmer of light seeped in. More light entered the put-together room as she heard the door slowly creak open.

"Fredbear?"

Without even looking up, the gold animatronic replied with a monotone, "Yes?"

"Uh…" soon the, entering without a plan, night guard nervously walked into the closet and sat in front of Fredbear.

The atmosphere was intimidating to say the least, but even if his instincts told him to leave as soon as he had the chance, mike forced himslef to stay and learn a little about this mysterious animatronic. "I just wanted to know if you were going to come out of the clo- I wanted to know if you intended on having a change of scenery."

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Your reasoning wouldn't happen to be related to me, would it?"

There was nothing but silence in that room for five minutes.

"Okay. I'll just go now," Mike anxiously stood up and silently left the room.

The moment he closed the door behind him, he was immediately approached by the other resident of the storage closet.

"She's not really one for extended conversation," Spring-Bonnie said.

"How come?" Mike asked.

"'How come?' Um…" the gold bunny crossed her arms, carefully considering her next words. "It'd… probably best if you let Fredbear tell you… if she ever does."

"…Okay."

"Ah… But don't let that get you down. She wouldn't want that so…"

Mike snuck a glance at the storage closet door. "You're in there all day, right?"

"Yep," Spring-Bonnie's expression changed once more into her usual predatory face. "It's part of the reason that gets me so excited to spend my free time with the cute night guard."

She once again spread her arms wide open raised her hands a sight that wrecked Mike with fear.

"Oh right…" she breathed a dejected, but mostly remorseful sigh as her arms slumped back to her side.

Relief was all Mike felt until he finally caught a glimpse of the guilt on Spring-Bonnie's face.

"Ah…" a deep sense of regret replaced the relief he felt. With no clue how he could verbally cheer her up all he could do is nervously gulped before wrapping his arms around the golden bunny's body.

"Wha-?!" her cheeks grew bright red as her vivid purple eyes darted across the room, desperate to find something to focus on. "Night Guard? "

"I'm fine," a brief stammer slips out during his assurance. Just promise not to try and break my bones."

"Ah…" a smile stretched across Spring-Bonnie's face as she hugged Mike back. "Deal."

Silence filled the hallway for a full minute until the animatronic bunny finally asked, "You want to try and escape, don't you?"

"Kinda," Mike sheepishly admitted.

"Mmm… Not yet!" Spring-Bonnie happily denied, squeezing him a little tighter.

What have I done…? Accepting the possibility that he may be stuck in her gentler embrace, Mike snuck another glance at the Storage Closet door, his brief encounter with Fredbear weighing heavily on his mind.