Disclaimer: I only own Kat and Ophelia.
"I screwed up real bad," Bonnie moaned as he took a swig of water. He fell back into his pillow and covered his eyes.
"You and me both," Foxy agreed.
"I'm going to go check on the girls," Freddy declared as he got up.
"Best you do." Bonnie nodded. "Ophelia might strike us down if she sees us."
The brunet laughed and said, "She would, wouldn't she? Dramatic as always." With that, he left the room. "But she's a great person."
Foxy turned to Bonnie curiously.
"Don't ask." Bonnie quipped, already having an idea of what Foxy was going to ask. "You'll have to ask Kat or Phie."
"Fair, I suppose." Foxy sighed.
"You know, you wouldn't even know that they're not fully related," Bonnie admitted. "She gets so protective over Kat."
"Are her parents nice?"
"You never met them?" Freddy inquired in surprise as he came back in. He caught the wondering stares he was getting. "They've set up camp in Kat's room."
"Ah." Foxy shook his head. "But no, never met their parents."
"They're very nice." Bonnie said. "They care about the girls and treat us like their own."
"How do we make this better?" Foxy asked. "I really do like Chica."
In unison, the redhead and purple hair man turned to Freddy.
Freddy raised his eyebrows. "What? What are you looking at me for?"
"What can we do?" Bonnie asked.
Freddy started to sweat slightly. "I-I don't know; let me think about it." He put his finger to his chin. "Stop staring at me!"
A few hours later, Freddy was watching Ghost Adventures episode about the Winchester house. He vaguely listened to the girls say bye to him and leave, telling them to have fun.
Little did he know his peace and quiet was going to get disrupted.
"I haven't seen any of them all day."
'Cue record scratch.' Freddy couldn't help but think.
"They're not in the kitchen."
Freddy turned the TV up in hopes it would send a strong enough hint. Sadly, it didn't.
"Where are the girls?" Foxy asked cautiously as he and Bonnie hovered in the doorway of the living room. He and Bonnie hadn't even heard so much as peep from any of the girls.
"Are they even here?" Bonnie questioned.
Freddy leaned forward to peek into the kitchen though he knew they left, he decided to have some fun. "Oh, I guess they left." He said casually.
"What?" Foxy blinked. "Where did they go?"
Freddy shrugged to Foxy and Bonnie's frustration. Blissfully unaware, he turned back to the TV. To his dismay, his view of the TV got blocked.
"Why didn't you say something?" Bonnie asked.
"Because where't the fun in that?" Freddy retorted, leaning around his friends.
"Fred!" Foxy exclaimed. "Throw us a bone here."
Sighing in frustration, Freddy put the remote down. "What? What do you want me to say?" He took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling. "Kat and Chica, they're hurt bad. Lia? I'm sure it's killing her seeing them upset and not coming for you two."
"But-"
Freddy put a hand up. "You guys are great, but you really messed up. Bon, I know you had a few drinks but you must have been thinking about it for a while and the alcohol made it easier to say it. Foxy? I get you like Chica but have you thought of trying to be her friend first?
"Now, let's get everything back to normal."
FNAFFNAFFNAFFNAF
"Lia, are you sure this is a good idea?" Chica inquired as she and Kat were dragged through the bar.
"Yes," Ophelia answered firmly. She spotted a table in the middle and darted for it.
Kat and Chica shared a look before following. Truthfully, they preferred a corner table but unfortunately, Ophelia had already settled in and was adjusting her ear plugs.
"Now," Ophelia started as she grabbed the binder full of songs. "We each sing a song, me first then Chica then Kat, we dance, have some drinks and food, and we end in a group song."
"You had a lot of time to think about this, haven't you?" Kat inquired as she stared at her sister in wonder.
"Of course," Ophelia replied. She spotted a guy sitting solo and batted her eyes.
"Lia, this is supposed to be a girls night!" Chica hissed as the guy started walking over.
"Doesn't mean we can't get free drinks," Ophelia argued. She flipped her hair over her shoulder.
"Hey ladies," the guy greeted as he slid in next to Ophelia. "I'm Nedd."
"Ophelia," Ophelia breathed. "That's my sister Kat and our friend Chica."
"Can I get you anything to drink?" Nedd offered.
"Virgin Cuba Libre," Ophelia rattled off. "And screwdrivers for Kat and Chica."
"But we-" Chica started to protest when Nedd got up.
"Coming up." With that, Nedd walked away.
"Ophelia!" Chica exclaimed.
"What, I didn't get alcohol." Ophelia argued. She slid the binder across the table. "I think I know what I'm going to sing."
Chica grumbled as she leaned over the binder with Kat.
"Relax, we'll have fun," Ophelia promised.
A/N: Thanks for reading.
