"So you see, kids. This is why the mitochondria are commonly referred to as the powerhouse of the cell." The narrator of a video entitled "Biology for children" informed.
Of all the things to do to start his first official night as the kids' caretaker, Mike had them sit down in front of the TV in their room and watch...this.
"Miiiiiiiike," Chica whined as she threw her head back, sitting crisscrossed on the floor.
"Yes, Chica?" He replied.
"Why are we watching this?..." She asked.
"Well...miss Ballora has here in the guide she gave me to taking care of all you that I have to dedicate one full hour to your education. So, I figured it'd be for everyone's benefit if we got it out of the way. And of all the options I had, this seemed like the least bad one." He answered.
"AN HOUR?!" Foxy shouted in horror, "WE CAN'T SIT HERE FOR AN HOUR WATCHING THIS! I'LL GO INSANE!" He exclaimed.
"SHH! Some of us are trying to LISTEN!" Goldie shushed, genuinely interested in the video.
"NERD." He called her, but to no effect.
"Mike," Freddy spoke up while raising his hand.
"Yes, Freddy?" He responded.
"Bonnie's asleep," Freddy mentioned while pointing to the bunny.
Sure enough, although she was sitting upright, Bonnie's head was hanging, and her ears were drooping, effectively covering her face.
"I don't blame her." Foxy said, "We'll be lucky if our brains don't turn to mush before this is over." He told them.
"Mine's already mush..." Chica groaned.
"Oh, come on, guys. This is fascinating!" Goldie exclaimed with a smile.
"...I think papa needs to examine yer head..." Foxy muttered, dumbfounded by his sister's enthusiasm.
"You know, Goldie's got the right attitude about this." Mike said, standing up for her, "I know this isn't the most exciting or fun activity in the world for most of you, but if we look at it positively, then we'll start to enjoy it." He reasoned.
"See? Mike gets it." She said, happy that SOMEONE understood her side of things.
"Hey, I'm enjoying it too." Freddy chimed in since it felt like his twin was ignoring him.
"Yeah, but you always enjoy this stuff with me. It's nice to have someone else like it." She explained.
"Oh, true." He agreed.
"Alright, now that we've got that all settled. Let's buckle down and get through this." Mike said.
"Mike," Foxy spoke again as he looked at him.
"Yes, Foxy?" He replied.
"Chica's making a run for it," Foxy informed.
Having been so focused on Goldie and Foxy, Mike failed to see the little yellow chicken hurrying out of the room.
"Hey! Chica! Get back here!" He called after her before giving chase.
"FREEDOM!" She shouted back as she left the room, having made it out of the door by the time he noticed.
"And with Mike distracted, I can make my escape," Foxy said with a grin, giving it a few seconds before running for the door.
Watching as their red-furred sibling also left the room, the only one left with Goldie and Freddy was Bonnie, who was still peacefully sleeping.
"Should we go after them?" Freddy asked.
"Nah, now that mister loudmouth is gone, we can focus on the video better," Goldie answered as they returned their gazes to the TV.
Meanwhile...
"Chica!" Mike called out, amazed by how quickly she managed to get out of sight, "Come on, this isn't funny!" He told her.
Note to self; the children were speedy little devils, which explained how Freddy could traverse the hallway the previous night so quickly. However, this made locating Chica an issue; Mike had no idea where she'd gone other than the main area, which wasn't small by any means. Combined with the fact that she could easily slip into one of the many connected rooms or corridors before he'd notice, and Mike's search was quickly becoming nigh impossible.
"Chiiiiiiiiiica." He continued to call, hoping she'd cooperate, "I know you somewhere in here. So why don't you just come on out and save us a WHOLE lot of time playing this sudden game of hide n' seek?" He suggested.
"Never!" She responded from somewhere in the room, causing Mike to stop.
"Aw, come on. It's fun to learn about cells and other sciencey things." He said as he scanned his surroundings for her.
"So you were having fun watching it?" She asked, testing his claim.
"...Yes." He answered, unfortunately, the few seconds it took him to say that undermined its credibility.
"Mike, you suck at lying." She told him, which honestly did get a good chuckle out of the guard.
"Hey, I've never had to lie to a kid before. I'm new to it, okay?" He replied, feeling the need to defend himself from the teasing of a child, "But seriously, Chica. I need you to come back to the room. Miss Ballora's going to wring my neck if she learns that you skipped out on the video. So, could you do a guy a favor?" He requested, now having to barter terms with said child.
"Hmm...maybe...but ONLY if I get to eat whatever I want later." She responded, giving him her terms.
"Again, miss Ballora would pin me to the wall if I did that." He reminded.
"Then no deal." She stated.
"Hold on; I'm sure we can work this out some other way." He suggested, still trying to spot her from where he stood in the room.
"Nope. You blew it." She said, remaining firm.
"I can't believe I'm haggling with a kid and am on the losing end of it..." He thought, right as his eyes locked onto something.
To his left, near the wall, underneath a poster of Freddy Fazbear saying "Let's Party!" sat a booth with a table that had a fairly large base, and sticking out from behind that base was a little yellow feathery tail.
"...Sooooo...Chica...what do you want to do if we're not going to watch the video?..." He asked, moving slowly towards the booth so his footsteps wouldn't make any noise. Also, he set down the guide on a nearby table so his hands would be free to catch her.
"Wait...we're not going back to the room?" She questioned, surprised he'd give up so easily.
"I clearly can't get you to come with me. So, as the saying goes: if you can't beat them, join them." He replied.
"Huh...okay!" She exclaimed, unaware that her pursuer was closing in, "Well...I was hoping we could go back to the arcade! We didn't get to play any of the games since Foxy wanted to ambush you." She said.
"Yeah. That sounds perfect." He agreed right as he reached the table, "So, why don't you come on out, and we'll head there together?" He suggested.
Responding to that by leaving her hiding spot, Chica stopped dead in her tracks underneath the table once she saw how close Mike was to her.
"...YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!" She shouted, immediately bolting for the space between his legs.
Sadly for the hyperactive hen, Mike quickly reacted as he pushed his legs together when she went through, trapping her between his calves.
"RELEASE ME, YOU FIEND!" She demanded while squirming, causing him to look down at her with a raised brow.
"You fiend? Careful, Chica, you're starting to sound like Foxy." He said while bending over and grabbing onto her with both hands.
"YOU TRICKED ME!" She shouted in defiance as he lifted her so they could be eye to eye.
"And YOU tried a prison break." He countered.
"Ah-Ha! So you ADMIT that it was a prison!" She exclaimed, making him roll his eyes.
"Ah yes, the prison that is your bedroom. What will you do with a cozy bed, toyboxes filled with toys, and so many other nice things your papa and miss Ballora put in there for you?" He asked before he put her underneath his right arm, "Now, come along, jailbird. You're not flying the coop tonight." He joked, making her groan.
"Oh no...not bird puns..." She said.
"Oh, yes. I have PLENTY I can use against you, my dear." He replied in a wicked witch-like voice as he turned around, "And I won't hesitate to use them if you-"
He stopped, both in speaking and moving. And the reason for the sudden pause is because he spotted yet another escapee doing his best to sneak into the east hallway that led to the security office. However, before Mike could call out to him, Chica gave her fellow escape artist a warning in advance.
"RUN, FOXY!" She shouted, causing the young buccaneer to look back at her.
"Thanks, Chica!" Foxy exclaimed before he bolted down the corridor.
"FOXY!" Mike shouted after him as he gave chase, ensuring he had Chica secured beneath his arm beforehand.
Mike only caught a glimpse of Foxy's tail as he entered the office, further showing how insanely fast these kids could be when they booked it. And even with the security guard running as fast as he could without making the experience uncomfortable or even harmful for Chica, he still didn't manage to get there before Foxy somehow closed the door.
"Oi! It worked!" Foxy exclaimed triumphantly from inside the office.
"Foxy?! How did you do that?! You can't even reach the button!" Mike asked, baffled by what had just happened.
"Yer right. I can't. But yer chair can." He answered before he pushed the leather-bound seat in front of the window to show it to Mike, "All it took was one good shove, and it pressed the button for me." He explained, quite proud of himself.
"Another note for later...might have to ask mister Afton to remove the wheels from that chair..." Mike thought with a sigh, "Foxy, please. Open the door." He requested.
"Nope. No can do. Not until that snooze fest of a video is over." Foxy rejected as he began to climb into the chair.
"Foxy, I'm being serious. Open the door." He requested again, not amused by this.
"Don't do it, Foxy! Fight the power!" Chica cheered on in support.
"Do you even know what that means?" He asked, now looking at the fowl in his company, "Also, where did you even hear that?" He added.
"It was on the radio back in papa's workshop. I was flipping through the stations, and I heard some guy talk about the man. Whoever that is." She answered.
"...That is greatly concerning." He said before refocusing on the situation, "But we'll talk about that later, right now, FOXY. YOU NEED TO OPEN THE DOOR." He insisted.
"Nah, I'm good." Foxy replied as he nestled into the leather of the seat, "I'll open the door when the video's over." He repeated.
"Or, you could open it now, and I WON'T tell miss Ballora what you're doing." Mike proposed.
"Which part? When ye let me and Chica escape? Or how ye couldn't keep me out of here?" He asked.
"He's got you there." Chica chimed in, just a relaxed spectator in this.
"...Alright...I see how it is." Mike began, his tone suddenly different, "I thought we were friends. But I guess I was wrong." He said.
"Huh?" Both Chica and Foxy responded, surprised by what he was saying.
"From how well things were going between us, I assumed that we were becoming close. We were getting along, drawing pictures, and you were SO excited to see me when I woke you up earlier. But it seems like that was all just an act." He continued.
"No, it wasn't!" Chica exclaimed, thinking he was serious, "We are friends!" She said.
"Chica, he's just pretending." Foxy told her, "He's trying to make me feel bad, so I'll open the door." He explained.
"Nope. I couldn't care less." Mike denied.
"Oh yeah? Prove it." He challenged.
In response, Mike put Chica back on the floor without saying another word and then walked away.
"Hey! Where are you going?" Foxy asked as he scootched the chair over to the window to watch him leave along with Chica.
"I'm headed back to the room. You said you wanted me to prove I didn't care, so I am." Mike answered.
"So...you're just going to leave us alone?..." Chica worriedly inquired.
"Mhm. You guys wanted to run around without us. So, congratulations. You're getting what you wanted." He replied as he reached the end of the hallway.
Continuing to walk until he reached the corridor that would take him back to the prize area, Mike went around the corner and out of their view without stopping even for a second.
"M-Mike?" Chica called out for him, starting to fidget in place, "You're...just messing with us...right?" She asked.
"..." No answer.
"Chica, calm down." Foxy said as he looked down at her from his new throne, "We were by ourselves yesterday. Before we even knew Mike was here." He reminded.
"Yeah...but the others were with us..." She argued.
"If being alone bothers ye so much, then why'd ye run out of the room?" He questioned.
"Because I knew Mike would follow me. And I thought we could go to the arcade since he wasn't enjoying the video either." She explained, "But now...it's creepy being in the hallway alone..." She said.
"Don't worry. I can open the door, and we can be in here together. Sound good?" He suggested.
"Okay...thanks, Foxy." She agreed.
"Hey, what're brothers for?" He asked rhetorically, "Just give me a second to push the button." He requested as he began scooching the chair back over to it.
Slowly but surely, Foxy got back to the button on the doorframe and...oh...OH...oh no...
"...Uh...Chica..." He spoke up.
"Foxy? Is something wrong?" She asked, able to detect the uneasiness in his voice immediately.
"I...think...the chair might've...broken the button..." He answered, causing her eyes to widen.
"WHAT?!" She shouted, "HOW CAN IT BE BROKEN?!" She questioned.
"Wait, what?" The voice of Mike called out, which made her look back down the hallway, "Chica, did you say something was broken?" He asked from the main area.
To her surprise and relief, it turned out that when Mike walked around the corner, he didn't go farther than that, undoubtedly waiting for them to come running to him.
"Mike!" She exclaimed before she ran down the hallway and into his legs, where she then wrapped her arms around him and wouldn't let go, "You didn't leave us after all!" She cheered, all fear she felt washing away.
"Of course not. I wouldn't do that to you guys. I was just trying to get you to come back with me on your own." He explained before he picked her up again, "But that's not important. Did I hear you correctly? That something's broken?" He asked, getting back on topic.
"MHM! Foxy broke the door!" She answered.
"WHAT?!" He questioned before hurrying down the hall and back to the security office, now carrying Chica in one of his arms, "FOXY!" He shouted, but not in anger, once he reached the window and looked in.
"Oh...hey...Mike..." Foxy meekly greeted, his ears drooped and his tail between his legs.
"Foxy! Be honest, no jokes. DID you ACTUALLY break the door?" He asked, needing to know if this was as bad as it sounded.
"...Y...Yes..." Foxy quietly answered, afraid of how Mike would react.
"Oh no...oooooooooooh no..." He said to himself as he closed his eyes.
"M...Mike?..." Foxy spoke up, but just by a tiny bit.
"This is bad...this is REALLY REALLY bad..." He muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose with his free hand.
"Why? Can't you open the door?" Chica innocently asked, assuming that because Mike was the nightguard, he could do anything that needed to be done.
"No, Chica. It's purposefully designed to keep anyone on the other side out. There's nothing I can do." He answered, his eyes still closed and his nose still pinched.
"But wait...aren't there two doors?" She inquired, remembering that she and the others came to the office in the west hallway the previous night.
"Yes. Unfortunately, the other one is ALSO broken. Notice the giant dent in the middle of it?" He responded.
Upon looking towards the door to see it for themselves, Foxy and Chica did discover the west hallway door closed with an impressively sized dent smack dab in the center of its body.
"Oh...Oh no..." Chica muttered, now realizing how bad this situation was.
"Yeah, oh no. And then some." Mike said, finally opening his eyes and releasing his nose.
"M...Mike?..." The scared voice of Foxy called out, regaining his attention, "Am I trapped in here?..." He asked.
"Okay, deep breathes, Schmidt. You need to be a pillar of comfort right now." Mike thought, knowing that this had to be frightening for the young pirate, "Hey, Foxy. Look at me, okay? It's going to be fine." He told him.
"Y...Yer sure?" Foxy questioned, earning a nod from the guard.
"Yes, I am. I promise I'm going to get you out of there." He vowed.
"Okay...thank ye..." Foxy replied, a bit more at ease now.
"It's why I'm here, Foxy." He said with a hopefully comforting smile, "However, I AM going to need to leave you two alone for a few minutes. I have to see if there's another way to get the door open from this side. Can I trust the two of you to be good while I'm doing that?" He asked.
"Yes, sir. We'll be good." Both Chica and Foxy answered, being as cooperative as they could so they wouldn't make things worse.
"Alright. Thank you." He said as he set Chica down on the floor, "Chica, do your best to keep Foxy's mind off of this, okay? It'll make him feel better." He whispered to her.
"Gotcha." She whispered back, wanting to help however she could.
Smiling to show he appreciated her help, Mike swiftly left the hallway again, for real this time, to try and find a solution.
"...So...Foxy..." Chica spoke up after a few seconds, "Why did you want to go in there in the first place?" She asked.
"I wanted to see what Mike's office was like since I was asleep when he brought me here the first time." He answered.
"Ah, that makes sense." She responded.
Meanwhile...
"Whoa, I didn't know people had so many bones," Freddy said with widened eyes, he and Goldie still watching and still fascinated by the video.
Nothing new to report here, like, at all. Freddy, Goldie, and Bonnie were the same when Mike had run after Chica; it was just a peaceful little time the three of them were having. Especially Bonnie, who was still sleeping soundly, much to her siblings' amazement.
"Right? I thought everyone had the same amount of parts as us!" Goldie exclaimed with a grin, truly unironically enthused by everything they were learning.
Suddenly, the door to their room was opened, causing the twin bears to look in its direction and see a rather panicked-looking Mike standing in the doorway.
"Mike? Are you okay?" Freddy asked since it seemed like something was wrong.
"That is a complicated question for me to answer right now." He replied before he hurried over to them, "Goldie, I need your help." He said.
"Wait...you need...my help?..." She questioned with a surprised expression.
"Yes. Because you are arguably the smartest person in this building, no offense, Freddy." He told her, apologizing to her twin at the end.
"None taken. Goldie is super smart." Freddy praised, which made her blush in combination with Mike's compliment.
"Aw, you guys are so sweet." She said with an appreciative smile, "Okay, what do you need?" She asked Mike, eager to help.
"Alright, I'm sorry if I'm about to blindside you with this. Honestly, I'm a little insane for automatically assuming you'd know ANYTHING about it, but do you know ANY information regarding my office at ALL?" He answered with a question of his own.
"Which part? The security system? The doors? Or the monitors?" She inquired.
Upon hearing that, both Mike and Freddy looked at her in shock, surprised that Goldie seemed to know everything about the security office.
"Uh...wow...I...wasn't expecting you to have the answers like this..." Mike admitted.
"I helped papa with the office." She confessed.
"You did?!" Both Mike and Freddy questioned in unison.
"Well...MAYBE help is a little generous. I might've...sort of...possibly...studied the plans for it without him knowing." She corrected, a little embarrassed by the truth.
"Goldie, I could hug you SO much right now," Mike said as this little golden bear was his saving grace.
"Does that you won't tell papa or miss Ballora?" She asked, causing him to shake his head rapidly.
"If you tell me EVERYTHING you know about that office, they will NEVER hear that you know this information from me. That is a promise." He answered, which made her smile.
"Thanks, Mike!" She exclaimed before she stood up from the floor, "Let me get some paper and a pencil, and I can write it down for you." She offered before hurrying over to one of the shelves.
"That'd be awesome. Thank you so much, Goldie." He replied, releasing a sigh of relief as he did.
"Mike?" Freddy spoke to get his attention, "Should we wake up Bonnie now?" He asked.
"Wait, she's still asleep?" Mike questioned while looking at her, amazed that she hadn't woken up already.
"Bonnie's a heavy sleeper when she wants to be." He explained.
"Huh...good to know." Mike said as he turned back towards Freddy, "If anything, that might be for the best right now. Until I handle the problem with my office." He told him.
"What is the problem?" Freddy asked.
"Uh...one of the doors is stuck. And because the other door is broken, there's no way I can get into the office." He answered.
"But the doors can't be closed from the outside, right? So, how did you close it then get out?" Freddy inquired, finding that strange.
"...That...is a VERY good question, Freddy...and I am begging you to not dwell on it for now, okay?" He requested.
"Okay." Freddy agreed with a smile, in turn making Mike do the same.
"I'm done!" Goldie exclaimed while she ran back over, holding out a few papers for Mike to take.
"Holy crap, that was fast." He said as he took them from her.
"I didn't want to keep you waiting. So I wrote everything down as fast as I could." She replied, "Which means there might be some typos; I'm sorry." She apologized.
"Goldie, you have absolutely nothing to be sorry for. You have officially saved my life with this." He told her.
"Wow, it must be really bad, huh?" Freddy asked.
"It certainly is as far from good as possible, yes." He answered.
"Do you need a hug?" Goldie offered, "Whenever we feel down, papa always hugs us." She said.
"...You know what? Yes. A hug would be amazing right now." He accepted.
For the next few seconds, all of Mike's panic melted away as Freddy and Goldie hugged him. Their warm and soft fur made it feel like two fluffy clouds were embracing him.
"Thanks, guys." He told them when they eventually separated.
"No problem. Everyone needs a hug sometimes." Freddy said as Goldie nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, they do." He agreed, "Okay, so I'm going to go deal with my office. Please stay here and keep watching the video." He requested before he left the room.
"We were going to do that anyway!" Goldie exclaimed so he would hear her.
Amazingly, out of EVERYTHING that had happened, THAT was what managed to stir Bonnie from her slumber.
"Huh?..." She sounded, a cute little yawn escaping when she did, "What's going on?..." She asked.
"Nothing. Go back to sleep." Freddy answered.
"...Okay..." She accepted, closing her eyes to start snoozing again.
With their sister remaining blissfully unaware of what was going on, the twin bears settled back in to finish the rest of the video.
Meanwhile...
"No way! Pirates would DEFINITELY beat ninjas!" Foxy exclaimed.
"But ninjas are sneaky. How would a pirate even know one was on board the ship?" Chica countered.
"Just because some pirates have eyepatches doesn't mean they can't see a person wearing all black pajamas walking around the boat!" He responded.
Yup, this was all Chica had to do to keep Foxy distracted, the timeless debate of who would win, pirates or ninjas. Although, she could've brought up anything else so long as it involved pirates, and it would've had the same result.
"Okay, but you've GOT to admit that ninjas would win in a swordfight." She said, which she KNEW would get a rise out of him.
"Oh...OH...ye did NOT just say that!" He exclaimed, now standing in the chair, "Listen here, Chica. There be no better swordsman in ALL the world than pirates!" He proclaimed.
"Hmm...I don't know...PRETTY sure ninjas could kick their butts..." She insisted.
Thankfully, before Foxy had the chance to begin ranting about how wrong his sister was and go into detail as to why pirates were the best at everything, Mike came back.
"Mike!" They greeted him once they saw the guard walking down the hall.
"Hey guys, how have you been holding up?" He asked when he reached them.
"Chica's lost her mind!" Foxy answered as he pointed at her, "She thinks ninjas are better than pirates! NINJAS! Can you believe it!?" He exclaimed.
"Wow. That is crazy. There's no way ninjas are better." Mike replied as he and Chica exchanged a subtle wink to each other.
"That's what I've been trying to tell her!" He told him.
"So, Mike. Have you figured out how to open the door yet?" Chica asked to change the topic.
"I think so..." Mike muttered as he quickly read through the papers Goldie had given him, "From the looks of it, if I cut off the power to the office, the doors will automatically retract." He informed.
"How're you going to do that?" Foxy inquired.
"I'm not sure. There has to be a power source like a generator or a breaker box somewhere in the building connected to everything. But neither mister Afton nor miss Ballora showed me where it is." He replied.
"Hey! Could Foxy find it?" Chica suggested, "You know, with the cameras?" She clarified.
"...That...is not a bad idea." He said as he looked into the office, "Foxy, could you grab the tablet on the desk there?" He asked.
"Aye, aye, captain!" Foxy saluted before he started scooching the chair in that direction.
"When you have it, you need to press the icon that looks like a camera on the screen." He instructed, walking him through it.
"...Found it!" Foxy exclaimed once he got ahold of the device and looked at the screen, "Whoa..." He muttered after touching the icon, and the different feeds popped up, "So...what now?" He asked.
"Switch between them by touching the gray boxes. Each one is a different camera. But before you switch, look closely at each room and see if you can't find a metal box on any of the walls." Mike answered.
"Okay. Metal box, metal box..." He began to repeat as he carefully examined the rooms, going as slow as possible to avoid missing anything.
"What happens if he doesn't find it?" Chica inquired.
"Well, at that point, I'm going to have to face the music and try to get in contact with your papa or miss Ballora," Mike replied, hoping with all his might that it wouldn't come to that.
For the next minute or so, the trio remained quiet as Foxy searched, waiting with bated breath all the while.
"...Mike! I think I've found it!" He joyously exclaimed with a smile.
"Where is it?" Mike and Chica unintentionally asked together.
"In the arcade! It's next to one of the games! Near the back of the room in one of the corners!" He told them.
"Oh, thank god..." Mike breathed out as he put a hand to his chest, "Okay, sit tight, Foxy. You'll be out of there in no time." He assured before he hurried out of the hallway.
"Good luck, Mike!" Chica called after, wanting to support him however she could.
"Thanks, Chica!" He responded before he was out of earshot, wanting her to know he heard her.
Darting between the tables with speed and precision to avoid knocking any of them over, Mike made it to the arcade in record time. And, as Foxy stated, the breaker box was in one of the back corners behind a cabinet, specifically the left one.
"Phew, this will ALL be over soon..." Mike sighed in relief as he swiftly approached his target.
However, this is the moment he learned that the universe had a wicked sense of humor. On the one hand, the breaker box wasn't locked, meaning Mike could easily pull the door open to gain access. But on the other hand, it turned out that this wasn't a breaker box, at least, not the kind Mike was familiar with.
"Um...what?" He questioned as he looked at it, completely bewildered, "Is...this some kind of joke?" He asked.
Inside of the "breaker box" was a button. One button. In the middle of the entire box. With the outline of Freddy Fazbear's head on it. That's all there was.
"...I...am scared to know..." He admitted as he slowly put his finger on it, "But...we're out of options...so...yeah...here we go..." He said before pressing it.
Click...FWOOSH
Without warning, everything went dark. Every light, sign, and other electrical device connected to the building shutdown. Flooding the facility in pitch-black darkness.
"MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE!" All the children's voices, except for Bonnie, shouted as loudly as they could after it happened.
"...You know...I'm pretty sure this should've been included in the guide..." He told himself, standing there for a few seconds to process what just happened.