Disclaimer: I only own Kat and Ophelia.

Chica sighed and massaged her temples. "Why do guys suck?" She asked.

"Girls, we're going out tonight," Ophelia declared, intentionally ignoring Chica's question.

"Lia, no!" Kat protested.

Ophelia pouted. "Fine, how about a cleansing ritual?" She proposed.

Chica raised her eyebrows and cautiously asked, "What kind of ritual?"

"Hey," Kat spoke up. "Lia, tell us why guys suck first."

"Well," Ophelia began. She grabbed Lucky from Kat and held him tightly. "Professor Turner has us doing an assignment, right?" She didn't wait for an answer. "Well, I got paired with Jessica."

Chica's breath hitched. Kat reached over and put an arm around the younger blonde.

"So, she's chattering on about the project and Kat's name," Ophelia rambled. "How she'll skip class the day we show our outfits." She paused to take a sip of water from a bottle of water Kat had on the nightstand. "Then when I was leaving, Professor Turner called me over. H-He asked if I had a problem with Jessica, I told him it was a personal reason, then he-he said if I want he could change my partner if I did something for him." She shuddered. "What do I do?"

"Go to the school board," Kat replied immediately. "He can't do that."

"Even if I'm over 18?" Ophelia inquired.

"Yes," Kat confirmed with a nod. "He's still in a position of power over you."

"I mean, I do like older men," Ophelia mumbled. "And he's cute."

"Lia, no!" Chica exclaimed; she shared a glance with Kat.

"Ophelia Marie," Kat warned. "Don't even think about it."

Ophelia pouted. "Can we at least do a cleansing ritual?" She asked.

The redhead sighed and nodded. "Fine."

"To the tub!" Ophelia declared. "Gather everything up!" With that, she flounced out of the room.

"Not the tub!" Chica called after the older blonde. She darted out of the room.

Kat giggled before lying her head down. The headache was starting to come back to her dismay.

"Kat!" Ophelia's voice shrilled, causing the redhead to groan. "Grab something."

Clutching at her head, Kat sat back up and moved to the closet. She grabbed a t-shirt that she used as a smock instead of giving back and a few letters she found.

"Okay," Ophelia crowed as the girls sat outside by the fire pit. She held her phone up and squinted at the screen. "First, olive oil."

"Olive oil?" Chica echoed, looking at Kat in confusion.

The redhead shrugged as she settled on the grass, knowing that her sister could be a while.

"Charcoal." Ophelia tossed a few pieces in the pit.

"Lia, is this for a ritual or for having a barbeque?" Kat asked sarcastically.

Somehow the older blonde missed the sarcasm in her sister's voice. "Fire!" She announced as she held up a match and the matchbox from the fireplace.

The match took a few strikes to catch fire before being tossed in. Ophelia tossed a few logs in and dusted off her hands. "Who's first?" She questioned.

"Guess I'll go first," Chica volunteered. She briefly glanced over the item in hand, a journal Golden had given her for Christmas, and tossed it in.

"Now, say 'I set myself free of you'," Ophelia prompted.

"I set myself free of you," Chica repeated dully.

"With feeling!" The older blonde commanded.

"With feeling." Chica echoed in an emotionless tone, causing Kat to erupt in giggles.

Ophelia pouted. "You two, I swear," she grumbled before rummaging through the box she had dragged outside. "Ah." She produced a pink dress, balled it up, and threw it in the fire. "I set myself free of you!"

Kat held up a letter as she stood up, barely glancing at the paper.

"Oh, Kat," Ophelia cooed sympathetically. "Is that from when you and Bonnie started dating in high school?"

Kat looked offended. "No," she snapped. She turned around with her arms crossed.

"Hey, I'm sorry." Ophelia grabbed Kat's arm. "I just figured-" She stopped herself. "You know what, let's not talk about this. Let's just burn the past."

"Okay, fine." Kat crumpled the letter up and tossed. "I set myself free of you."

Chica tossed a necklace in before chanting.

Ophelia gingerly looked over the bottle she held in her hand. "JJ's grappa."

Kat and Chica's eye widened.

"Lia, that's-" Chica reached out to grab Ophelia's arm but she narrowly missed.

Ophelia tossed the whole bottle in causing the fire to explode. Kat and Chica yelped in fear as they backed away, clutching each other's hands.

Ophelia, who had been knocked over from the blast of flames, scrambled backwards and screamed.

FNAFFNAFFNAF

The guys pulled up to the mansion and looked confused at the sight of a fire truck in the driveway.

"What the?" Freddy mumbled as he parked.

Confusion and curiosity building up, the men went inside, noting a fire fighter in the kitchen grabbing three bottles of water from the fridge. He didn't even notice the men as he went in the yard.

Foxy peeked through the door, his eyes widening. "What happened out there?"

Gently pushing Foxy through the door, Freddy and Bonnie moved into the backyard. What they saw shocked them.

The fire pit was scorched to a crisp while the grass on the ground was black and burnt. Glass shards littered the patio that was being carefully picked up by another fire fighter wearing gloves.

The girls were wrapped in blankets and, to the men's growing confusion, wearing fire fighter hats. Kat and Chica were whispering to each other with their heads leaned in. Ophelia was flirting with the fire fighter who was grabbing the bottles of water.

"Next time you do a cleansing ritual, don't pour anything too flammable in," the fire fighter was saying as he distributed the bottles out. "At least you were outside."

"I wanted to do it in the tub," Ophelia purred as she wrapped a lock of blonde hair around her finger.

"No," Kat and Chica protested in unison.

"Good thing you didn't," one of the other uniformed men cut in. He deposited the shards into a bag and tossed it in the garbage bin. "You might've burnt the house down."

"Have a good night, ladies." The men bid.

Sticking her lower lip out, Ophelia took her hat off and handed it back, Kat and Chica following suit.

"Gentlemen," the fire fighters nodded as they filed past.

"Call me," Ophelia boldly called out. She stood up and helped her sister and friend up.

"Care to explain?" Bonnie inquired, raising his eyebrows.

"Not today, Bon," Ophelia replied. "Night guys, we have to wash up."

With that, the women went inside, leaving the men staring at the fire pit in confusion.

A/N: Thanks for reading.