Everything was quiet in the pizzeria after that most recent... event. It seemed as though all of the fun was sucked out of this place in one fell swoop. Chica was out of action and there was a man – who nobody seemed to know – who was slumped unconscious in the office chair. Scott sighed as he sat on the edge of the stage, unsure what to do. This was quite the situation...

I mean, he was outside when most of it happened too. It was only after the whole situation died down that Freddy told him the whole story. This guy, whoever he was, had entered the pizzeria, and just searched the in itself was odd. Most people who enter abandoned buildings like this one are either vandals or folks looking for something to confirm whatever rumor that might be floating around.

Perhaps that's why he was here? It would be a lie to say that this place didn't have a lot of history, despite having its doors open for only a few short months.

Scott would soon part from these thoughts for the moment as he heard some light plastic footsteps. He didn't bother looking up as two shadows overcame him.

"H-Hey, Scott?", came a voice, Bonnie's. He sounded a bit sheepish and timid. It took a moment before Scott looked up at him and the bot who accompanied him.

"Yeah, Bonnie?", the man asked.

"Mind if we sit down with you?", came another voice, one that Scott recognized as Foxy's.

"Sure, sure," Scott replied, sliding to the side a bit. He waited as the two sat down on either side of him. There was a bit of an awkward silence as the three tried to think of what they wanted to say to the other. This silent conflict was eventually settled as Bonnie spoke up.

"...S-S-Sorry about, well... e-earlier...", he began, looking down. "W-We don't usually get angry – i-in fact, th-that was one of the first times I've felt like that!", he said, wanting to make that last part especially clear.

"H-He's right!", Foxy agreed. "I-I know you were probably scared by the whole thing! I-It's just that- when we saw the way Chica went down like that, we... W-We felt like we had to do something, anything t-to get that man to leave!", she explained to the best of her ability, unintentionally raising her voice. She froze for a moment, covering her mouth.

"...D-D-Do you understand?", she then asked, her ears flopping down.

"W-We're terribly sorry!", Bonnie made sure to say. A few more moments of silence passed before Bonnie spoke again.

"S-Scott?...", he asked, even more tension in his voice.

"H-Huh?", the man asked, looking up at the bunny. He really needed to stop getting lost in his own thoughts like that. Speaking of things he had been thinking of, maybe he should-

No, it was a terrible time to ask about that.

"A-Are you mad at us?", he heard the rabbit meekly ask. Scott hesitated in surprise, before shaking his head.

"Wh-What? No, no, I-I'd never be mad at you guys! I was just thinking about our, uh, situation," he said. He was surprised at how sheepish the two were acting. Judging from the sound of their voices, they felt like they were treading uncertain ground, and that wasn't a message Scott was intending to convey.

Really, he felt like he was even more in the wrong here. Before tonight, he had never punched someone – let alone knocked them out! To be honest, he was surprised by his own strength! Perhaps he was just so distraught and confused at what had happened – considering how fast it all went. Someone, whom he still doesn't know, had made their way into the pizzeria and knocked out one of the Toys.

That had never happened before, as far as he knew. While Freddy assured him that the chick would boot back up in due time, he still felt unsettled by the whole thing. Before the bear told him otherwise, Scott almost thought that Chica wouldn't come back on...

"...W-Well, that's definitely a relief!" Foxy said, smiling a little. Bonnie held a similar expression, nodding in agreement.

"Yeah!", he said. "G-Gee, now I feel silly for being so nervous before!", he remarked with a chuckle. To Scott's surprise, he grabbed the man's arm and pulled him into a nice, tight hug. The second he was released, Foxy gave him a hug of her own! She gently swayed him from side to side a bit, before releasing.

"Heh, i-it's no problem, really..." Scott replied once the hugging was through. He had to admit that it made him feel a little better as well. For being made of plastic, the Toys were really comforting in that regard. "We gotta keep our spirits up after all, right?", he asked, smiling

"Mhrm!"

"Right!"

"By the way, where's Freddy?", Scott then asked. "I haven't seem him in a while."

"He's been checking up on things!", Bonnie replied. "Mostly on Chica! She's been out for quite a while, y'know! Heh!..."

"Y-Yeah...", Scott said, looking away slightly. That was still a bothersome thought.

"But, he did say that she'd be back on soon!", Foxy added. "Most likely a little after that guy in the office wakes up."

Scott blinked.

"Oh, right! That guy!", Scott exclaimed in sudden remembrance. "I actually have an idea of what to do with him," he said. Foxy and Bonnie leaned towards him in curiousity.

"You do?", they both asked.

"Yep! I mean, it's simple, really. Assuming it goes well, all we have to do is wait for him to wake up, have him tell us why he's here, then let him go," he said, having just the slightest feeling that things wouldn't go that smoothly. He looked at the two Toys, waiting for their input.

"Well, that makes sense!", Foxy said.

"Yeah! That's a pretty good plan!", Bonnie agreed.

"Heh, thanks," Scott said, getting up. "I guess we should head to one of the party rooms then. 'S probably the best place to have this kind'a talk," he said. "Hey, Bonnie, could you see if our guest's awake?", he then asked, looking at the bot in question.

"Right!", the bunny exclaimed, saluting. Scott and Foxy watched as he turned and ran off.

"Well...", Scott began. "Here's hoping that this goes well."

"You and me both...", Foxy agreed.

With a groan, Fritz slowly woke up. His vision was blurred, though he could make out the interior of the office. The lights, both in the room and in the hall, were on. The fan before him whirred lazily. He looked down slightly, noticing something covering most of his body.

A blanket.

That was when Fritz began to wonder whether he had dreamed everything that had happened earlier. Heck, it sure felt like a dream...

Or, more accurately, a nightmare.

As Fritz began to move his mouth, he realized that that hypothesis was wrong because holy crap his jaw hurts. If there was one thing he remembered from his so-called nightmare, it was that right hook. Whoever that guy was, he had a good arm on him.

But then, Fritz deadpanned as he realized something.

If that punch was real, then that means everything else that happened was real – which in extension meant that he was still in this pizzeria with a bunch of killer robots possibly led by some guy.

Todd, was it?

No, wait. Scott.

He didn't know what that guy's motivation was, or how he even managed to get those robots back in this building – or why. Then again, there were a lot of things he didn't know about his current situation.

Plus, from what he remembered, he could've sworn he saw the Mangle as well.

Except it had an actual body.

...And two working eyes.

Once again, Fritz began to wonder whether he was dreaming this whole thing. With a grunt, he leaned forward in his seat, pushing the covers off of himself. Regardless, there wasn't any use in just laying about and waiting for the answers to come to him. He needed to find out what was going on, and fast.

"Oh, hey, you're awake!", came a voice from down the hall, followed by some footsteps. Fritz watched as a blurry blue object came into view. He squinted, honestly unable to tell what it was. Judging from the color, it was probably the rabbit. As he rubbed his eyes, his suspicions were confirmed.

Yep. Rabbit.

"A-Are you alright?", he, she... it asked. Fritz was never sure what gender it was supposed to be. It had eyelashes, purple eyelids, and a girl's name – Bonnie.

But at the same time, its voice was so... androgynous.

But enough about the confusion surrounding the robot's gender! Fritz leaned back in his chair as he realized something. Wasn't it supposed to be attacking him right now? That's all that it seemed to want to do, back when he was employed here and just tonight. But now it looks... happy. If not a little worried too.

Just another question that needs to be answered...

"Peachy," Fritz simply replied. Surprisingly, Bonnie grinned in response.

"Oh! Great!", it replied happily. "F-For a second there, I was kinda worried! I thought you'd be angry or hurt or something!", it said in relief. Fritz blinked. Could robots not understand sarcasm?

"...You should definitely apologize to Chica later, though," it added, ears lowering slightly. "You... kinda hurt her pretty bad back there..."

"Mhrm...", Fritz murmured in reply.

"A-Anyway, do you need any help getting up? Scott wants to talk to you!", it said.

"And why would I want to talk to the guy who punched me square in the jaw?", Fritz immediately asked as he got up.

"Well, he just wants to know why you're here! I-In fact, we all do...", Bonnie replied. "Y'know, you kinda seem familiar! Do I know you from somewhere?", it asked, slightly tilting its head.

"You could say that," Fritz replied. He wasn't surprised that he wasn't remembered – not that he wanted to be in the first place. "Now, where's this 'Scott' guy?", he then asked. "Might as well get this interrogation over with...", he muttered. He had a feeling that running would be out of the question, considering all of the Toys, minus one, would be on him like...

...Something.

Fritz frowned to himself as he couldn't think of anything witty. Bonnie tilted his head a little further, wondering what the man could've been thinking about.

"Well, follow me!", the bunny said, beckoning the man as he turned around. Slowly, the two walked down the hallway until they reached one of the party rooms – Party Room 2. Fritz paused in the doorway as he noticed that Toy Freddy and... Mangle (Toy Foxy?) were also there along with that Scott guy.

Oh joy.

In the party room, anything but a party was going on. The situation felt rather tense. Scott and Foxy sat at one of the tables while Freddy stood.

"Oh, I do hope this goes well...", Foxy said with a sigh.

"Yeah, me too," Scott replied. "I have a feeling he's gonna be a little... sour after that punch."

"Well, it was a rather hard hit, Scott," Foxy remarked.

"I know...", he said, resting his elbows on the table. Frowning, Foxy gave him a hug.

"H-Hey, now..." she began. "Remember what you said earlier? We have to keep our spirits up!"

"Heh, right, right, I know...", Scott replied, smiling a little. "Though, that's more than I can say about Freddy...", he muttered, looking at the bear who was standing in the far side of the room near the doorway. For the past half hour, he'd been... different.

Freddy was unhappy – very, very unhappy with this situation. Abandoned or not, this was still his pizzeria. And not only had he let an unidentified and possible threat make its way into his pizzeria, but he allowed it to put one of his friends out of action.

It was safe to say that Freddy did not like this man.

And, truth be told, he didn't like feeling this way either. He was supposed to be the jolly and heartful Freddy Fazbear, generous and happy and all in between!

But right now, he didn't feel that way.

His ear flinched as he heard some footsteps. He grinned, watching as Bonnie walked into the room.

"Hello there, Bonnie!", he jovially exclaimed.

"Hiya Freddy!", the bunny replied.

Then, Freddy turned to see their... guest, Fritz, in the doorway.

"...Oh, hello," Freddy said in an impassive manner, his grin quickly fading.

"H-Hello!", Foxy awkwardly greeted the man, waving.

"H-Heh, yeah, hi," Scott said. Fritz hesitated for a moment, feeling the tension in the air.

This wasn't going to go well.

"Hi," he said, finally entering the room and sitting down at the table.

"S-So!", Scott shakily began. "I-I'm sure you've met, uh, these guys," he said, gesturing toward the three Toys who were mostly surrounding him and Fritz.

"Mhrm," Fritz replied apathetically, trying to avoid the Toys' gazes.

"Heh, yeah. A-And... ...Well, I'll just cut to the chase," Scott continued. "Why're you here?", he asked. "I mean, I doubt you're a vandal or something. You don't look the type. Plus, vandals don't usually have tasers. So, well, what's-"

"Okay, hold on, look!", Fritz interjected. "I think the bigger question is why're you here?! You and these- these... robots! This place was shut down ten years ago, and these three characters – and the fourth, wherever that one is – were scrapped! And now... N-Now..."

Fritz leaned back in his seat slightly as he saw the three Toys begin to tense up as a result of his outburst. Freddy was particularly bothered. He took a few steps forward, his eyes blackened. Scott leaned from his seat and put his hands on the bear's belly, holding him back.

"H-Hey, Freddy, calm down, okay?", Scott tried to comfort. "W-We'll get this over with as quick as possible!"

"Do not insult my friends," Freddy simply said, ignoring Scott. "You have broken enough rules as it is. Do that one more time, and I will throw you out of here myself."

A few moments passed before anyone else made a sound.

"...O-Ooookaaay," Fritz said, staring up at the bear in slight fear.

Scott grunted, finally pushing Freddy back. The bear stumbled back slightly, before collecting himself. He looked away, muttering something.

"I-I'd still like to know why you're here with these things, though... ...And why the Mangle over there's been repaired," Fritz said quietly.

"Foxy, please," Foxy suddenly said, crossing her arms.

"...Right," Fritz acknowledged, glancing at the Toy. "Anyway, I mean, you can see why it's confusin' and all, can't you?", he asked, once again looking at Scott. Normally, he'd still be shouting at the moment. But right now, he really felt like he was under the gun.

"O-Oh, yeah, sure. It's a pretty long story, so you might want to sit d- ...Well, you're already sitting down. Right. ...Hm," Scott said, before clearing his throat. Over the space of another twenty minutes, and with slight corrections and additions from the Toys, Scott explained the story up to this point – in heavily condensed form. He explained how he found the Toys, had them fixed, chased them halfway around town, all of that. He also explained why they were all back here – they just wanted to have some fun, after all.

Sheesh.

In the meantime, Freddy had at least calmed down enough to sit down with the others. However, he still kept an eye on Fritz.

Fritz regularly nodded in acknowledgement as Scott told his story, at least halfway believing it.

"So you're telling me...", Fritz began. "Is that you bought these three, plus Chica, fixed them, somehow managed to fix The Mangle-"

"Foxy...", Foxy corrected.

"Right. Foxy. Sorry. Anyway, you fixed them up, they ran away, you all got in trouble with the cops, you managed to somehow smooth that over, and now you all live in his house."

"Yeah, I... I guess," Scott said, shrugging lightly. "That's one way to put it."

"But...", Fritz began. That was one of the most outlandish things he had heard! What kind'a nutjob in his twenties would even be such a huge fan of the pizzeria anyway?

...The same kind of nutjob who'd have a bunch of robots live in his house, Fritz supposed. In fact, it reminded him of someone he knew...

"...Eh, i-it doesn't matter," Fritz said. "Forget about it. Now, you wanted to know why I'm here, right?", he asked. The four nodded.

"Okay, well, basically..."

A/N: Bwaaaaagh. Sorry for the short and possibly not-as-good-quality chapterrr. I meant to upload this last night, but then things happened IRL, and now here we are. Anyway, thanks, all o' yah, for the continued support! It's always fun writing this, and it's great to see that you guys like it!

Until next tiiiime!