Mike looked at the well-dressed woman. He was still trying to process what just happened in front of his own eyes. There wasn't any logical explanation, considering that she wasn't a robot created under the suit. Nope. Freddy just went POOF! And there she was. Skin and bone.
"W-wha- HOW!?" The young man finally blurted out, wanting answers and wanting them now.
Freddy just shrugged and giggled like a maniac "don't really know, honey. I was just one day on sleep mode, then suddenly I get woken up and I'm covered in skin and cloth."
"I-I can't believe YOU'RE Freddy!"
"I'm surprised you never got suspicious that a woman was called Freddy"
"Huh?"
Freddy's smile finally dropped, and just stared at Mike. A year and a half knowing the waiter, and he seriously never knew her name. The chubby elder grabbed Mike by the wrist, never changing her blank expression, and took him to the changing room. She opened her locker, took out her uniform, and showed him the name-tag. Written on it was the name of the performing bear, and, to make it more obvious, a sticker of a bear decorated the name-tag.
Mike stared at the name-tag for a solid minute. Freddy raised an eyebrow from the younger male, expecting an answer, hopefully one that demonstrated his brain worked after all of that mind-numbing information. That's when someone called Freddy.
"HEY FAZBUTT, GET BACK ON STAGE, IT'S PAST 6 AM"
Mike recognized the voice, and it sure as hell didn't sound like a robot's voice.
"No… don't tell me the rest can do the same…"
"Yep! Be pretty weird if only I did it" The jolly lady grabbed the man's wrist again and led him to the stage, where the rest of the band stood motionless. "Chica, Bon dear, you can move now, he knows."
Bonnie's eyes came to life, followed by Chica's. After looking over the security guard, the chicken lighted up and poofed into the popular chef. She now wore a soft yellow dress covered with an apron decorated with confetti and big words saying "LET'S EAT!", and orange shoes.
"Oh, Mike! You were able to survive?"
"I- uh, well, uhhh…."
"Barely! This dumbass was wasting energy like a kid wastes his tokens." Bonnie interrupted, looking at Mike, unamused.
"Oh Bon Dear, don't be like that with Mikey! Now poof into a real girl and apologize to the poor boy" Freddy cooed.
The rabbit groaned at the baby-talk, and poofed into the purple-haired waitress, now wearing a white button shirt, red bowtie and sneakers, and purple-tinted jeans.
"YOU!? YOU WANTED TO KILL ME!?" Mike gasped.
"Uh, yeah? Why do you think I stayed after hours? Other than I live here" Bonnie replied casually, ignoring Freddy's disapproving glare.
"Bonnie, you knew Mikey was working the night-shift and you tried killing him? The bear pouted, hugging Mike tightly as if to protect it from a purple menace.
The skinnier of the two women gave Mike a devilish grin, before poofing back into an animatronic, and turning her voice into a whisper;
"Anyone's fair game in the night shift."
"BONNIE!"
"Alright, alright, sheesh woman." Bonnie changed back, turning to the young man, "I'm sorry for trying to kill you."
Mike, now calm, started to shoot questions at the three performers; "how long were you able to do this?"
Freddy thought for a while before answering; "eeehh, about 3 years."
"Does anyone know about this?"
"Of course!" Chica joined, "Mr. Cawthon knows about this, and the night guards that survived know"
"Heh, but the guards just got called crazy and sent to the nut house" laughed Bonnie, seemingly amused by the guard's bad luck.
"Would you like to join them, Mikey?" Freddy looked at Mike, a dark smile creeping up her face.
"N-No!" Mike blurted out.
"Then keep this a secret, alright honey?" The older woman softened up, and just walked away, not even waiting an answer from the night guard.
"Wait! One more question"
Freddy turned around, "shoot."
"Anyone else can do this?"
Bonnie groaned, "Yes, there's more."