Chapter 6

Ken entered- or rather was carried- into the kitchen. "Oh, hi Bonnie, hi Ken. What brings you here?" Chica asked as the duo neared her. "Nothing much, just wondering if you could make us a pizza. Ken hasn't eaten in some time, and all he had left was some cold bread."

"Oh no problem," Chica smiled "What do you like on your pizza?" She asked Ken. Ken shook his head. "No, really, its fine guys. I'm not even that hungry." He lied. In fact, he was starving. All he had was a loaf of bread and it wasn't really enough to fill him up from the days of starvation before. "Ken, it's no problem, we got lots of extras to spare. We're low on olives and pineapples right now, and we're completely out of bell peppers."

"Ugh, there's no fighting you guys, you know that?" Ken sighed. "Alright, I guess cheese is fine. Unless you're out, then don't get me anything." Chica noded then walked over to the counter and began putting together the pizza. Ken looked at Bonnie, and he looked back. "So uh…" Bonnie started. "Where do you live?" He asked, trying to make idle conversation.

"Quite a ways from here. I'd say an hours walk." Ken answered. Bonnie was slightly taken aback. "W-what are you doing out here? It's so far away from your home…" The robotic voice asked again. Ken simply shrugged, leaving it at that. He had an actual reason for leaving, but he didn't feel like talking about it. Bonnie opened his mouth to say something, but just then Chica brought out her pizza. Ken stood stunned. How long were we standing there? Has 15 minutes already passed?

"Here you go, hon. I'll take it out to the tables so you can eat there." Chica said as she carried the pizza out. Bonnie followed close behind, Ken still in hand. Chica set the pizza down at the first table nearest to the kitchen and took a seat. Bonnie set down Ken and sat next to him, watching him eat. Ken was surprised at how good the pizza was warm and tasted great. He hadn't had food like this in a long time. "Chica, this is amazing. Where did you learn to cook like this?" He praised.

Chica chuckled. "I was programmed to be able to cook. I am glad that you enjoyed it though." She said, grateful that he enjoyed her cooking. "So what brings you to the pizzeria anyway? I'm not sure why you entered when you did, but I'd love to hear why." Ken nodded. He might as well exchange where he was for the pizza that was gratefully given to him. "I was running from the…" Ken paused. Maybe I should leave that part out…. Going against his gut feeling, he decided not to leave anything out.

Ken took a deep breath. "I stole bread from the supermarket because I hadn't eaten in days. I was starving, but had no money because, well, I live on the streets. That's the loaf of bread you saw." He looked at Bonnie before continuing his story. "The manager called the police, so I ran. I outran them, but In my escape, I walked on thin ice and nearly drowned. That's why I was soaked."

"I managed to get out, but it was freezing out. That's probably where I got my hypothermia, and lost the ability to use my legs….for now. I ran trying to find someplace warm, and that's when I found out this place. I went inside and, well, you know the rest." Ken sighed, letting it all out. He wondered how they would react to him stealing the bread. Chica spoke up first. "Why didn't you just ask for help? Or come to us? We would've taken care of you."

"I don't even know you guys. You say I was here, but I don't remember being here, so I couldn't have known. And the fact that you guys are...alive? That's a scary thought to anybody who hasn't been through what I've been through." He just finished off his second slice of pizza when he felt himself being squeezed from both his sides. Chica and Bonnie hugged Ken. "You're safe with us, don't worry. We'll take care of you. You don't need to be homeless anymore, you can live here with us." Bonnie encouraged. "Not sure how that's going to work, but thanks for the offer."

"Yarr, what you matey's be doin?" Foxy's voice rung through the area. "We just told Ken he could live here so he would have a place to live." Chica said with Bonnie nodding in confirmation. "I still don't know how you're going to pull it off. But honestly, I'm fine out there."

"You just told us that you had to steal bread to eat. And that you nearly died of hypothermia out there. Is that 'Fine' to you?" Chica questioned. Ken sighed. "Fine, I see your point." Foxy spoke up. "Ye be stealin food just ta' survive? But ye are not even a pirate…."

Jeez, why don't we just tell everyone that I'm stealing to survive? Ken sighed again, something that he was sure would become a habit around these animatronics. He drowned out the robots idle talk. He disliked the fact that they were worrying about him, yet….He enjoyed having someone look after him. It had been some time since someone seemed to genuinely care and not feign it, like the pedestrians that walked by and dropped a dollar or two on him. The robots seemed to have….

Ken couldn't put his finger on it. Was it empathy or sympathy? Surely it had to be sympathy because they couldn't have possibly known what it was like to be homeless. But….That was just it, it seemed like they knew what it was like to not have a home. Ken blew the thought off. In the end, he could take care of himself, and that was all that mattered. But they did offer him a place to stay, so why shouldn't he take it?

"I'm going to tell Freddy you're gonna stay here. I'll be right back." Chica said before taking off. Bonnie got out of his chair and kneeled down to Ken to be at eye level. That was kinda redundant… "Alright, if you're going to stay here, you need to know a few things." He started

"Pretty sure I didn't agree to staying here."

"Hush." Bonnie said, blowing his comment off. " To start, you can't come out during morning hours. The way you look...The guards will know somethings up."

"Second, you'll need a place to hide when 6am comes around. Hmm…." Bonnie paused to think for a second. "Can't do the storage closet…..Can't do the backstage….Oh! How about Foxy's pirate cove? Is that alright with you?" She asked Foxy. "Yarr. It'll be nice having another person to visit ole' Foxy.

"Great. Now third-" The sounds of bells and children cheering filled the building. "Oh whatever, it's 6am. Let's get you to Foxy's pirate cove. I'll come out to get you later today." Bonnie picked him up and hastily carried him to an area covered in a curtain. Before he was carried inside, he saw the light start to shine through the doors. But it was only very little light, as the snow covered the door. Though the light was little, he could still see christmas decorations around the building, making it seem more festive. He couldn't see them earlier because of how dark the room was.

It occurred to Ken that they might actually be snowed in. He wanted to voice his concern to the animatronics, but he didn't get the chance as Bonnie handed him off to Foxy and went on back to the stage up front. Ken decided to drop the thought, and just let things play its course. Foxy set him down on his ship.

"Ye can sleep if ye need to." He said in his pirate accent. "I think I'll take you up on that offer. Ken put his arms behind his head and stared up at the ceiling. He wasn't sure when he fell asleep, but it was one of the most peaceful naps he's ever had.

Merry Christmas!

Sorry that it was a little late, there was the whole Finals thing last week and then my birthday was on the 22nd and then there was christmas shopping and a bunch of other things. But I'm hoping to get a chapter a week at least, and 3 chapters at most (don't count on it). Anyway's, hope everyone is having a good time.

Happy Holidays!