The group resumed their eating, with Foxy cracking the occasional joke and the others laughing. At one point, he wanted to tell a ghost story, but both Bonnie and Chica objected, much to Mike's surprise.

Slowly, the clock ticked on by. Soon, the time read 5:48 AM. Any other night, Mike would have been sitting in the Office, gripping the tablet, his breathing heavy. He would have been drenched in sweat, and his body would have been trembling in fright at the sight of the animatronics at the door. He would have sat there in morbid silence, wishing for 6 AM to come.

But tonight...well, Mike was having a dandy ol' time. He didn't even bother to check the time anymore. Bonnie was right; Foxy really was a cool guy, save for the scary choppers he had. Other than that, he seemed perfectly normal, the ideal choice of a friendly prankster. Chica had been so kind as to make dessert once they had finished eating. She had wanted Mike to try out a new chocolate fudge recipe, and damn, that shit was amazing. Forget all the other desserts he's had over the years, this definitely topped it. Bonnie and Foxy agreed, as well.

Mike also got to know more about these animatronics. He learned that Bonnie was left-handed, yet played right-handed guitar. He could also understand different languages, though his voice box wasn't programmed to speak them. Chica had been a professional chef since her activation and had even been part of the kitchen once. Her main thing was pizza, but she also learned how to make other things, such as that kickass chocolate fudge. Foxy used to work at a pirate-themed restaurant before he was shipped to the pizzeria, and he had a whole crew full of robotic pirate animatronics. Even though he never saw his old crew again, he still kept in touch with them, due to a microchip they had all managed to install in themselves.

Mike even told them some of his past life. He had graduated from the local college with a degree in mechanical engineering. He probably would have gone to work at a type of car company, if it wasn't for the fact that his last girlfriend had been an absolute bitch. Sure, she was pretty and all, with blonde, curly hair and sparkling green eyes, but all that was just for show. A few years into their relationship, she turned all bad. She stole everything that was in his entire bank account, checking and savings and all, and then dumped him right then and there. She never even bothered trying to return the money after blowing it on who-knows-what. She ran off to Florida with two other guys, and that's where Mike hoped she would stay. He had no intentions of ever seeing her again. But because she stole his money, he was broke and thus unable to work anywhere. So, when he saw the ad for the pizzeria, it was like a miracle.

Bonnie, Chica and Foxy were sad that Mike's ex-girlfriend had been so mean to him, but they lightened up at the mention of Mike being a mechanic. It had been quite some time since they were activated, and all four of the animatronics could use some sprucing up.

"Mike, me boy...I don't wanna be a bother to ye or anythin'...but do ye think ye could consider bringin' some of yer tools here? Me and tha' crew...we're not so young and chipper anymore. We'd all 'preciate it if ye could maybe work on us...since ye got that fancy degree?" Foxy asked, rubbing his arm sheepishly.

"Yeah," Bonnie and Chica agreed.

Mike looked around at them. "Well..." he started, looking completely serious, "I don't know. I'll have to check my very busy schedule." He looked away, his chin raised up, as if scoffing.

Chica shared a worried look to Bonnie and Foxy. She wasn't sure what he was thinking. What if he refused?

Mike kept up his serious face for a bit more, then smiled. "Just kidding! Of course I'll bring my stuff!" he said, making the three sigh in relief. "You guys do need some good TLC. That Phone Guy told me on my first night here that none of you have had a bath in the last twenty years."

Bonnie shrugged sheepishly. "It's true."

"Well, that's shit," Mike said, furrowing his brow. "You guys were the heart and soul of this place. The children loved you, from what I heard. Why the hell wouldn't they spend a few bucks to clean you?"

"It's probably because of Freddy," Chica explained sadly. "Whenever the cleaner guys came in, he would never let them get close to us."

"Why not? Does he not want to get cleaned?"

"No, Freddy said that they were dangerous. I tried to tell him that they weren't bad, but he wouldn't listen," Chica said.

"I hate to break it to ye, lassie, but I agreed with tha' Cap'n. I don't know, there was somethin'...off about them cleaners. I didn't trust them," Foxy spoke up. "They had them mean ol' beady eyes. I wasn't sure if they wanted to fix me or dismantle me."

Chica turned back to Mike. "But I'm sure that Freddy will like you, once he wakes up," she said, the smile on her face again. "And then you can bring your things and clean us up! We'll look as good as new again!"

At that moment, Mike jumped as the clock chimed 6 AM. His shift was over.

Looking over at the animatronics, he expected them to fall dormant or to go back on on the Show Stage, but to his absolute surprise, not one of them did that. They merely looked back at him, curious.

Mike stared back at them, surprised. "Why aren't you guys falling asleep? Your free-roam settings should be turned off," he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, that. That's just our robotic programming," Bonnie said. "We're supposed to shut down at 6 AM, but we kinda don't."

"Ye see, laddie, we're robots. But we're...different. We can see and feel just like any ol' landlubber can. But sometimes our robotic sides -our servers- act as our conscience. That might be what ye're talkin' 'bout," Foxy added. "But we only shut down when we need to charge our systems."

"We've always been this way," Chica spoke up.