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Story Time!

Chica pressed the button in the ear piece. "Bib to Balloon. Come in Balloon. Do you have a reading in your stance? Over."

BB huffed from the other end. "Chica, you do realize that we're in so much trouble if they find out we stole these right?"

Chica pouted from her position around the corner. "You're supposed to say Roger and copy that, Balloon. Besides, no one will ever notice. And start using code names! Over." She whisper shouted into the comm.

She could hear BB grumble on the other end. "Roger that. Over."

Chica rolled her eyes. "Okay, now, are you in position, Balloon? Over."

"Isn't this a least bit tedious? And, yes, I'm in position. You know, I never really thought you would take me seriously. Over."

"I still don't take you seriously. It's just that your idea has potential. Worst comes to worst, I'll have great blackmail. Over."

BB sighed and looked at a purple balloon in the corner. "I'll never understand girls."

Chica's voice was frosty. "Your comm is still on, Balloon."

BB paled and quickly turned it off.

He peered around the corner at Troy. BB took a deep breath. He can do this. Right? Right. Putting on a blank face, he turned the corner and walked over to the animatronic.

Chica grumbled about boys as she peered at her brother. Boys can be so stupid sometimes.

Taking a deep breath, she walked over to Freddy, tugging on his sleeve.

Freddy looked at her, "Hey, Chica. What's going on?"

Troy took one look at BB then shifted into his humanoid form. BB blinked at the spots that appeared in his vision. "Hey Troy. Can you help me with something? Like right after I get my eyesight back?"

Troy nodded and then realized that BB probably still couldn't see and said, "Sure BB, what is it?"

Chica pretended to sheepishly scratch her neck, "Well, it's easier if I show you, actually."

Seeing Freddy's apprehensive look, she quickly added, "It's not anything too bad, its just that - well, just, follow me? Please?"

"Oh, its just some malfunctions in the hallway..." BB trailed off, gesturing vaguely. Troy sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"Why don't you show me?" He suggested.

Getting them to outside the closet was actually very easy. Though when they saw each other, it quickly went south. Well, not exactly.

"Oh, uh, hey Freddy!" Troy nervously said, looking at BB for a quick second.

Freddy said nothing, looking at the other animatronic from underneath his bangs. Chica was this close to banging her head in frustration.

Freddy clears his throat. "I was following Chica. She said there was something for me to do?" The words were quiet and at the end, he shot a curious glance at the young girl.

Troy furrowed his eyebrows. "Well that's funny 'cause that's what BB told m-"

He was cut off when they were both shoved to the side. They stumbled over each other when they heard the door close. Troy banged on the door. "BB AND CHICA LET US OUT! Please." He added after a moments pause.

They heard Chica giggle, muffled by the door. "Aw, such manners! But unfortunately we need you guys to stay in there."

Troy groaned as he heard footsteps walk away. Jiggling the doorknob, he found that it was locked. Banging his fist on the door a few more times did nothing but build frustration. Turning back around, he abruptly paused.

Glowing blue eyes were a few inches away from him. Troy cleared his throat nervously. "Uh, Freddy? Could you move back a bit, please."

There was a bit of shuffling and a low bang echoed through the small room. "Um, no, not really. I find myself incapable of moving backwards. Perhaps sideways?"

Troy didn't bother answering and shuffled to the side, meeting a wall a few inches in. "I can't go any farther."

Freddy made a noise as his hand hit the other wall, he slid down with his back to the wall til he was sitting. He looked up at Troy, raising an eyebrow and gesturing to his own wall. There was about a foot distance from them now. Not nearly enough space to transform without crushing the other.

Troy sighed as he sat down, "Might as well get comfy."

Freddy nodded, "So, uh, why do you have such different hair style?"

Troy self consciously checked his haircut. It was longer in the front while shorter on the side and back. "Oh, its sorta the new... trend. Why? Don't you see other kids with it?"

Freddy shrugged and rubbed his neck. "No, you don't really see a lot of children when you're a shelved 'tronic."

Troy felt like hitting himself. Way to open him up you idiot! Change the subject! Anyth-

"Sorry about scaring you with the guard." Troy blinked as he refocused on the bright glowing blue eyes.

Freddy continued. "You guys were a bit green. I saw that."

"What did you do?" The question was morbidly curious.

"Knives." Freddy shrugged as if it was no big deal.

"Oh."

They stewed in silence for a while.

"Why are you all protective of Chica? Like, you especially seem way more protective." Troy couldn't help but ask.

Freddy sighed and scratched his head. "Well, she's the only girl and call us sexist, but we don't want her to get hurt. She's just more... vulnerable. Maybe it's because of some of that childish naivety that hadn't left yet. I am more protective of her because-" his voice brook off and he huffed a bitter laugh.

"Man, we've been 'friends' for about two months and now I'm spilling my guts like some sort of ditz and you're sitting there all brand new!"

Troy furrowed his eyebrows. 'Brand new'? Must be some sort of 80's or 90's slang. "Is this about when you all were..."

Freddy turned an amused eye towards him. "You don't have to gloss over the facts, Troy. It's just a little sore for me, like a bruise. Not sure about the others. But yeah, I was the one who was with Chica the most when it happened. Shoved in my arms and told to run. But he found us. So I told her to run. And I stayed."

Troy nodded, not testing his luck with questioning who was 'he'. So to avoid silence, he blurted out the only question that came to him. "So, ya like jazz...?"

Freddy blinked before looking at him and oh my god he is adorable like holy sh- "I've never actively listened to it."

Troy hoped that he wouldn't see his face burning. Get it together Fazbear and wait, they have the same last name? How did that escape his attention. He felt eyes burning into him, "It's a - You know what? Never mind. So how long do you think we're going to be in here for?"

Freddy made a humming noise, "Depends if the others happen to walk by. If not, a long time."

Troy nodded and learned his head to the side, resting it against the wall. "Why," he grumbled quietly as he shifted around, "is this room so small?"

Both of their legs were bent with one of Troy's leg between Freddy's and one of Freddy's between Troy's. Freddy shrugged, though Troy could barely see it in the darkness. It was a bit cramp but it could be a lot worse.

"I wish Goldie was here. He could've just teleported us out." The words were quiet.

Troy perked up at the new information. "Goldie? Isn't that the name of your caretaker, for the lack of better words?"

Freddy huffed a laugh, "Yeah, sorta like how yours is Mari. Except he is a lot more... friendly, you could say."

"Oh." Troy swore as his arm hit a sharp edge.

He also cursed when Freddy hit him in the leg. "Ow, what the h-e-double toothpicks was that for?!"

"You're not supposed to cuss," Freddy looked at him like he was stupid, "What if a child heard that?"

Crush be darned, Troy could not keep the disbelief from his voice as he replied, "Yes. Because a child is going to be here after hours."

Another hit landed on his leg, though this time it was lighter. "Still, my point still stands. And Chica and BB are children."

"Who're years older than what they appear to be."

Freddy didn't bother answering that statement. Instead he hummed a melody under his breath.

Troy perked his ears, it sounded like... "Is that the Freddy Fazbear theme song? I'd think you would have gotten sick of it already."

"Well," Freddy shifted, "It's the only one that comes into mind at times like these."

Troy nodded then banged on the door sideways with his fist. Freddy jumped before asking incredulously, "The heck was that for?"

Troy smirked at the riled up bear. "Trying to get someone to hear us, duh."

Freddy blinked and then face palmed. "Why the heck did we not think of that before."

He started banging on the door too, not bothering to stand up. Troy momentarily paused to check Freddy out then resumed his actions. The glowing blue light made enough that Freddy was showing his neck up. And sue Troy for looking but he was in an inclosed space with his crush. He couldn't just not check him out.

Freddy stopped banging on the door and looked at him. "Why are you looking at me?"

Troy jolted, "Oh, uh... Hey I think I hear someone!"

Footsteps approached the door and the bear boys got to their feet, still painfully close, but not yet touching.

The door swung open and they were greeted with the face of Bonnie. The purple haired bunny boy stood to the side, letting both teens out. Bonnie raised an eyebrow, "So, should I even ask?"

"BB and Chica locked us in."

"Mhm."

ON A SIDE NOTE: I AM GOING TO THE BEACH NEXT WEEK SO UPDATES WILL EITHER BE AS USUAL OR PAUSED. Even though my updating schedule is already horrendous. So it probably wont make a difference.

By the way, would you guys want to read the Originals get de aged and Goldie comes in and meets the Toys and helps them with the child Originals?

If so, how young should they be? (Less than seven and in the same age.)