"Ma'am? Ma'am!"

Dollface's eyes shot open, nerves fried as she awoke in economy class, Ciel too cheap to pay for both girls to take First.

Dollface searched around her plane seat, brain fumbling as to wear she was.

"Ma'am, are you all right?"

"Yes, yes, just had a weird-"

"Are you Freddy?"

Dollface stared at the flight attendant who'd awoken her, really hoping that this hadn't been the reason she'd been stirred from her nap. She glanced at the name tag and grined theatricallly, trained by William and Hebry to be cordial and ambassador-like towards any fans caught in the wild.

Brittany.

"Uh, yeah, I am, Brittany."

The attendant in her powder blue uniform smiled, "I'm sorry I didn't recognize you out of costume. My niece loves you!"

Dollface nodded, "Yeah, that's sweet. Do ya know what time it is?"

"Nine forty-six," Are you alright? You seem flighty, Miss Fazbear." Attendant Brittany asked, "Could I get an autograph for my niece? She'd love it."

"Sure, sure," Dollface said, rushing to her carry-on for a pen, "What's th'name?"

"It's alright, here," Attendant Brittany offered her a pen and an autograph book, already turned to a new page, "Her name's Lizzie, she loved you on television. Say, you look different with your hair pulled up!"

"Haha, yeah, I do look quite different without makeup 'r big hair! But it is nice t'know we've reached so many people!" Dollface exclaimed, feeling outstandingly bashful as she wrote a note she'd been coached for by Henry, "D'ya know when we're gettin' t'Oregon?"

"In about twenty minutes, that's why I woke you. I'm sorry, I get side-tracked so easily!"

Dollface looked up from where she was attempting to scrawl a decent looking signature under her assigned catchphrase and smiled, "No problems!"

She stared for a few seconds at her finished autograph and grimaced at how lame her cursive stage signature looked.

It seemed everyone but her had a good-looking signature, even Izzy!

"Let's Party! -Your Friend to the End, Freddy Fazbear!"

"Do you know where the other girls are? I'd love to surprise her with a full set!"

"I'm on m'own right now," Dollface said, looking away, "It's not fer Fazbears', I'm afraid."

"Ah, don't be," Attendant Brittany said, "Put your tray up and get buckled, we'll be landing pretty soon- hey, what's that?"

Dollface looked at where the attendant pointed at the sketchbook hap-hazardly opened to a random page containing a charcoal sketch of a disfigured rabbit.

"Is that Bon?"

"Bonnie?" Dollface said, not recognizing the charcoal sketch, "No, it looks more like th'golden rabbit suit we used fer commerci-"

No, no, Bon!" Brittany customer service smiled, heavily made-up eyes scrunching from the force of it, "I'm surprised someone of your profession doesn't know!"

"Bon?" Dollface said, "I don't know much about that, do ya know th'company?"

"Bunny Smiles Incorporated!"

"Oh! Didn't they shut down their only animatronic service in June, '74?"

Brittany waved a manicured hand, giggling, "Yes, I know, I'm old! Anyway, I bring it up because it's been pretty relevant in the news again!"

"Really? Why?" Dollface asked, really, really wanting to know.

"You really don't know?" Brittany's brow furrowed, placing her hands on the cart of snacks she'd been toting. She offered a bag of unsalted peanuts to Dollface, which was met with utter delight, "Fazbear's Entertainment bought BSI! And then right after, the founder of BSI went flying off a cliff and has been in a hospital since!"

Dollface blinked, surprised at how much information she now had to unpack in one go.

It was almost too convenient!

"Really?"

"Yes! Isn't it just awful?"

"Yeah, I-" Dollface was cut off.

"Miss!"

The attendant turned, autograph book and pen in the breast pocket of her uniform and backed up her cart, "Lovely chatting with you, sweetheart!"

Dollface sat back in her seat and stared at the grotesque rabbit.

She knew just about every animatronic entertainment center in the world, even silly little knock-offs in foreign countries, long before working for Freddy's, but had only briefly heard of 'BSI'. Before clearing off the laughably small tray, she grabbed a charcoal pencil and scrawled 'Bunny Smiles INC' on her page.

Shoving the closed sketchbook sloppily into her carry on, she prepared for landing.