Even though Bonnie didn't seem like he was gonna kill Mike and stuff him into a suit, the night guard couldn't seem to shake off the feeling that something bad loomed right around the corner. He didn't feel totally safe yet. All this was happening so fast: the animatronics becoming sentient and (seemingly) friendly, and the possibility that he might (or might not) just survive the night, especially since he was at their hands.

"Hey, Chica, I found us a new friend!" Bonnie called out as he and Mike burst into the kitchen. As Mike's eyes adjusted to the bright kitchen lights, he saw that Chica was busy working at one of the stoves. She was patting down a dough mix, and then she added a thick coating of red tomato sauce. The Cupcake sat on the table next to the chicken, its plastic flame glowing brightly.

Chica's purple eyes looked up and she smiled, showing her white teeth as she saw Bonnie. "Heya, Bon!" Her voice box seemed to be in better shape than Bonnie's; it didn't glitch out as much, and it sounded much kinder and sweeter than before. (It kinda reminded Mike of his mother's voice. Still had that metallic ring, but sweet nonetheless.) Then her gaze turned to Mike, who started to sweat nervously. "Oh, and who's this?" she asked, putting the dough down. "I don't believe I've seen him before!"

Bonnie gave Mike a hearty slap on the back, making him cry out in surprise. "This is Mike! He's the night guard for this place, and he makes sure no bad guys get in! And he's my new friend!" Mike coughed lightly and weakly waved a hand at the chicken. "H-Hey there," he stuttered. "Well, hello there, Mr. Mike!" Chica said happily. "I'm Chica! Say, do you like pizza?"

Mike cleared his throat. Chica didn't seem to have a mean bone in her body, either. She actually seem pretty cool, now that she wasn't creeping up on his window, baring those white teeth. "Yeah, I do. Especially with extra cheese," he answered.

Chica gasped happily. "Me too! I love putting extra cheese on mine! Since I'm making a pizza right now, would you like one? You sure look hungry!"

"Sure, I'd like one," Mike replied, smiling as he did so. He could feel his stomach actually begin to growl. Well, a snack never hurt, right?

"Alright! One pizza with extra cheese coming right up for Mr. Mike!" Chica exclaimed excitedly as she quickly resumed shaping the dough. "Ooh, I hope we can become good friends, Mike! I always like making new friends!"

Bonnie laughed as he placed a hand on Mike's shoulder. "Come on, let's leave Chef Chica to her cooking," he said. "She likes her recipes to remain a secret."

While Chica continued making and baking the pizzas, Bonnie and Mike stayed at the tables to wait. Mike couldn't help but cast an uneasy glance over at Pirate's Cove. "So...wh-when does he wake up?" he asked nervously.

Bonnie looked over at the closed purple curtain. "Well, Foxy's never been the early bird," he chuckled. "He sure likes to stay in his pirate dreams when he's in sleep mode. He'll probably awaken later. But you'll like him, really! Foxy's a pretty swell guy; you just gotta learn to understand his accent and quirky attitude. Also, mind his hook. It's blunt, but it's definitely real."

Mike didn't need to be told twice about that hook. He had seen it plenty of times when he forgot to check on the cove and that fox quickly hauled his ass over to the Office. The rabbit's tone sobered a bit as he looked over at the big bear onstage, who was still deactivated at the moment. "Although..." he started, tapping his chin, "I-I'm a little confused as to why Freddy hasn't awoken yet. He's usually the first one to get up."

Mike's blood ran cold at the mention of this. Out of all the animatronics, he hated and feared Freddy the most. And now Bonnie was saying this asshole woke up FIRST?!

"S-So when do y-you think he'll wake up...?" Mike timidly asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.

The purple rabbit shrugged. "Like I said, he's always the first one to awaken. Heh, he usually wakes US up for the day. But maybe he's just really tired and wants more rest."

Yeah...I bet he's tired because he's become more active in the last couple of weeks before you guys shut down, Mike thought morbidly to himself. Maybe Bonnie and Chica really didn't think of killing him...but he wasn't so sure about Foxy and Freddy. Those two were always...different.

Mike stole a glance at his watch. Wow, was it really only 4:12 AM? It seemed such a long ago when he first encountered Bonnie in the Office. Now here he was, ready to chow down pizza with two animatronics. How lucky was he?

"Pizza's ready!" cried an eager voice from the kitchen. Right after that, Chica burst through the doors, balancing four pizza boxes in her arms. "I've got pepperoni for Bonnie, extra cheese for Mr. Mike, a sausage one for Foxy when he gets up, and one with all the works for me!" She went over and slid the respective pizzas to their owners. "I hope you enjoy it! Now, let's eat!"

Mike opened the box. Since Chica was a robot, he didn't expect too much of it...but once he had a look, he was amazed. Chica's pizza had been made just as perfectly as any human cook would make it. And it smelled totally awesome!

Tentatively, he reached in and grabbed a slice, watching with anticipation as the extra cheese hung from tendrils. After taking a mouthful, his eyes widened in delight. This pizza tasted like heaven on a crust! When was the last time he had tasted something like this?

"Wow, this is really good...!" he couldn't help but say out loud.

Chica overheard him and beamed. "Thanks! I made sure to make it extra special for you, Mr. Mike!" she said happily.

"Just 'Mike' is fine, Chica," Mike said after chewing and swallowing. "If you want to call me mister, then it's Mr. Schmidt."

"Mr. Mike Schmidt...got it!" Chica exclaimed as she processed the information into her data banks. "I hope we can become the best of friends, Mike!"

Mike nodded as he took another bite. As he did so, he noticed the pizza box that was reserved for the pirate fox. "If that one's for Foxy, what about Freddy?" he asked, his mouth full.

Chica gave a sad little smile. "Freddy doesn't eat much," she said solemnly. Before Mike could answer to this, a loud yawn suddenly came from across the room, making the three of them look.

"Aye, ye got that pizza fer me, lassie?" the voice called out merrily.