Back again. I apologize for being a day late, I'm a little stressed out right now. Here's hoping nobody runs out of toilet paper, eh? I might.

Still don't own Freddy's.

One of the rules at Freddy's may be 'no running', but the animatronics generally ignored this one just as much as 'don't poop on the floor'. And the last time Tryss was around normal humans like this, Freddy broke his day programming. Thus, as soon as Bonnie knew he was far enough away, he broke into as much of a run as his clunky body could manage.

Tryss clung to his front, her physical form decisively less than human now. They all knew the power behind this other form. The raw strength was unmatched by any one of them. Marion and Goldie had the mystic power to knock her out, but it took two magic free originals to stop her. It had taken all of the Toys.

The one time Toy Bonnie tried it on his own, it took her less than half an hour to rend him entirely apart. Foxy and Mangle had to hold her at bay until Freddy and Chica got there, and then they had to try to fix Toy Bonnie. Which was... impossible for them, as her claws cut through metal as easily as a knife through butter. Thankfully, Toy Bonnie possessed no spirit, and thus felt no pain.

Bonnie's only hope to avoid painful dismemberment was to rush her to the Cove. Foxy wasn't in service yet, and that meant they were two. They could stop her if she tried anything... but she had never actually attacked them. The Toys? Maybe. Humans? Definitely. Though, she never tried attacking children.

Before him, Foxy's curtains twitched. Foxy poked his head out, and he only had to see Tryss before he opened his curtain wide.

"The lass lost 'er mind again, eh? Get up 'ere matey, ye won't last against 'er on yer own."

Bonnie let out a mechanical sigh as he mounted the steps and ducked behind the curtain. "You could be nicer about this."

"Aye, I could," Foxy snickered. "But I said she be weak in the head, and these moments 'o lapse prove me right. Tryssy wouldna make in on 'er own, 'ow she survived us is beyond me."

Bonnie huffed, then growled as her claws cut through his metal coverings. It didn't hurt as much as it would if he was flesh and blood, but it did hurt. "But she did, Foxy. By having the guts to walk out on Freddy."

"Tripped over yer foot on the way out." Foxy sniggered. "Ye do that on purpose? 'O course, if'n ye hadn't, surely we be chucked on a scrap 'eap by now."

"I'm not so sure," Bonnie mused. "The Toys were replacements, sure, and they used our bodies for parts, but Marion's dad was nice. I don't think he would have scrapped us." He shuffled to the back wall while Foxy abruptly stopped cackling.

"Marion's dad, eh?" the fox gently tapped his hook against his chin, eyepatch raising. "That fella? Guessin' he called ya off stage ta deal with 'er... 'ow much ye think he knows 'bout us?"

Bonnie scoffed, sliding down the wall to a sitting position. "Yeah, he called me down. But I don't think he knows too much about us, or he would have said something sooner, right?"

"That be the question, matey. Man's always been cagey."

I was going to write more, and I kinda feel bad not doing so, but this felt more natural.

In other news, my other little sister has been terrorizing me to no end, and everyone keeps eating all my cookies.