I wake up on a table as Chicka Feddy and Bonnie was standing over me.

Bonnie: He's woke.

Freddy: Oh, nevermind.

Me: W...What were you gonna do to me? "gets up"

Freddy: Well, it is almost 6.

Chicka: 5:07

Freddy: Yes Chicka. Its 5:07.

Me:And?

Freddy: Well we don't want you scaring the children now.

Me: -_-... I am a human. Just like them. Just older than them.

Freddy: Ah ah ah. Children sleep at this hour. You however is not, and you are in the pizzaria as we speak. The only people that are allowed here are the animatronics.

Me: Wha- -

Freddy: Therefore you are a animatronic out of it's costume. So let me go on ahead and find you something shipshape to put on here.

He walks to a closet and opens it appearing to be all hung up animatronic suits.

Freddy: Now pick one. It takes a while for us to put you in one so we have to get you in one as soon as possible.

Me: -_-...Fine... Give me a wolf.

Foxy: "opens his eye as he was leaning against a wall"

Freddy: A wolf? Well alright now. Never had one of those.

He digs in the closet and takes out of wolf suit.

Freddy: Here you are.

Me: Can you give me one that is black and has a red outline?

Freddy: "looks at me crazy"

Me: What?

Freddy: ...Actually we might have that. "digs in again"

Me: "kicks him in and shuts the door locking it"

Freddy: "bangs on the door" HEY! LET ME OUT OF HERE THIS INSANT! I DO NOT LIKE THIS VERY MUCH AT ALL!

Bonnie: We gotta get em outta there before 6.

Me: Yes I know.

Foxy: "closes back up his eye"

Me: "walks off"

Chicka: "follows" Are you ok?

Me: Yes little sister. I am okay. I just have to find death himself. He is the answer to all our problems... And I don't know where Spade is.

Chicka: I think he is improving. After all. The demon king IS possessing you whenever you need help.

Me: How do you know that?

Chicka: I watch you sometimes...In your sleep...

Me: "looks at her"

Chicka: And by sometimes I mean often... Sorry for being a creep.

Me: That's not creepy... I guess. Just don't scare the hell out of me when I wake up and you're standing over me on the bed.

Chicka: Okay I won't... Anymore.

Me: Wat?

Chicka: nothing... Where are we going?

Me: Back to the forest. If I keep staying here I'm going to be put in an animatronic in my sleep. Why don't you tell them that I'm not an animatronic?

Chicka: They won't listen to me.

Me: Figures. Your the dumb blonde to them.

Chicka: "hits me"

Me: OW! YOU METAL ARMED PIECE OF! "trembles on the ground" OW-HOW! I SAID TO THEM YOU PIECE OF METAL SHIT!

Chicka: Oh... Sorry.