A/N: I found it weird how you can just walk around Vanessa and she does nothing when you're in Freddy despite her lecturing him on not being in his room and also leaving him with his head off, so here's a silly fic addressing that.

There is also a singular swear word in this fic because I couldn't resist.

"Wait!"

The muffled voice makes Freddy pause in his tracks. With slightly bent knees, his hatch opens with a low hiss, allowing Gregory to hop out of it. Gregory turns around, pushing his hands against Freddy's legs. Although Gregory can't actually move Freddy, the animatronic follows the movement anyway and backs up behind the wall they were just at. Next to Freddy is the door to Roxy's room.

"What is wrong?" Freddy asks as Gregory slinks to the corner of the wall and peers around it.

He snaps his gaze back to Freddy. "You were about to walk right in front of Vanessa!"

There is a pregnant pause as Freddy's optic shudders close and reopen. "I do not see the issue?"

Gregory sighs. With anyone else, he would assume they were being condescending. With Freddy, though, he knows he legitimately doesn't understand. "She yelled at you about being out of your room and left you in Parts and Service!"

"Ah. While it is true that Vanessa can be very, eh... serious with her job, she is a kind person."

"'Kind?!'" Gregory whisper-yells, waving his hands outward. "She threatened to––!" He clenches his hands, bringing them back toward his body with a frown. "Gah, whatever. Just––don't you think it's a bad idea to be around her when she thinks you're still in Parts and Service?"

"Well, not necessarily." Freddy tinks a claw against his lower mandible, his optics thoughtfully peering to the ceiling. "It would have been possible for a S.T.A.F.F. bot to finish the procedures and reattach my head. And then I can say I was merely heading back to my room."

"That excuse would only work once," Gregory points out when Freddy walks around him into the open area. Gregory watches him with widened eyes. "What are you doing?!"

Freddy surveys the area briefly with a hum before turning back to Gregory. "I do not see her. Besides, there is no need to worry: she mainly patrols around our rooms, so we should not see much of her anyhow."

Gregory raises his hands. "That still doesn't mean..." He trails off as the sound of boot soles pounding against linoleum ramp up in volume.

Freddy swivels his head to the location of the sound––only to rear back as Vanessa's left shoulder impacts his chest and the two fly backward behind the corner of the wall, with Gregory scrambling to peek around it. The horrendous sound of metal scratching tile shrieks through the air as Freddy hits the ground and slides across it on his back, serving as a surfboard for Vanessa as she goes along for the ride on his chest. He eventually screeches to a stop, his legs flailing around in the air before finally landing on the ground with a loud clunk.

Gregory can only gawk at the aftermath of Freddy getting quarterback-tackled flat onto his shiny, metal ass. Inside Roxy's room, a muffled shout of "Freddy, be quiet!" sounds out before winding back down to inaudible, self-adulatory muttering.

Vanessa picks herself up, completely and utterly unaffected by slamming her body against a half-ton metal machine. With a practiced fluidity, she gets the flashlight from her belt and clicks it on, shining it right into Freddy's face. "What are you doing out of Parts and Service?!"

Freddy groans, looking as dazed as an animatronic can possibly look. "A... S.T.A.F.F. bot..." he manages out.

She huffs. "Be glad you're near your room, or else I would've just ripped your head off again myself. C'mon." She grabs him by the hand and heaves him up. How much work she put in to lift him versus what Freddy did himself, Gregory has no idea, and he is honestly afraid of the answer.

In the distance, a slouching Chica rounds the corner. Freddy touches the back of his head, probably feeling for a dent. "Was that... really necessary?" he asks.

Vanessa puts her arms akimbo. "Yes! With how erratic you've been acting, for all I know you're becoming violent!"

Freddy side-glances at Chica, who is now close to them. "Gregory," she sing-songs sweetly with her hands outstretched before growling and wringing the air in front of her. "Gregory!"

Freddy points to the chicken's retreating form. "But––"

He is cut off as Vanessa turns away and begins to walk. "I said c'mon."

Gregory retreats into the shadows as Vanessa passes by, her ponytail swaying quickly with her movements. Freddy eventually passes through Gregory's vision as well in a slow march.

Gregory waits for the clunks of the door opening and shutting and for Vanessa's footsteps to disappear into silence before he sneaks out from his spot to Freddy's door, brandishing his photo pass to its scanner. It slides open.

Freddy stands there at the ready, the closest Gregory has seen to an annoyed expression on the bear all night.

Gregory can't help the smirk worming its way on his face. "'Kind,' huh?"

Freddy sighs, shuttering his optics closed as he opens his hatch. "She has her moments. Let us go."