{Two nights later}

"Bonnie. Why. the hell. were you. in. the Pirate. Cove?" Chica practically yelled at Bonnie. Bonnie just sat there on the stool, holding her head in her hands, using all her willpower to not only tell Chica, but to hold back the tears that threatened to come. She had wandered into the kitchen, looking for something to do, where Chica had been waiting for her.

"I already told you. It's difficult to explain," Bonnie whispered. Chica shot forward and grabbed Bonnie's wrists in her wings.

"Ow! Chica, you're hurting me!" Bonnie exclaimed, a tear or two leaking from her eyes.

"Until you tell me why you were in Pirate Cove, I don't care! Do you not remember '87? DO YOU NOT REMEMBER HOW SKETCHY FOXY CAN BE!?" Bonnie just looked at Chica…and burst into tears. Chica released Bonnie's wrists and threw her wings in the air in exasperation. It was a simple question. And it only required a simple answer. Why did Bonnie have to make this so difficult?

"Ladies, what's going on?" Freddy's southern drawl echoed smoothly into the kitchen, followed by him as he walked his lumbering walk across the tiled floor. Bonnie lifted her head to look at him for a second before succumbing to another wave of tears and hiding her face again. Freddy walked up to her, and started rubbing her back before addressing Chica.

"Chica, what did you say?" Freddy asked calmly.

'Who says I said anything?" Chica responded angrily.

"Because you yelled so loud that I'm sure even Mike heard you! And between you two, Bonnie's softer spoken. I'd say the loudest she ever gets is when she helps me sing," Freddy declared, a note of frustration in his voice. Bonnie leaned into him when he finished.

"And what's with all this hugging, leaning behavior? I think that's the second time this week that she's hugged you! She never hugs me anymore!" Chica was yelling again. Bonnie turned and wrapped her arms around Freddy's waist.

"Chica." he simply said. But Chica kept on rambling.

"We never hang out anymore, she's always going to see you…"

"Chica!" he repeated her name. Bonnie pulled herself from Freddy's hug and quietly left the kitchen.

"…and now she's seeing Foxy! What should we expect next, for her to start seeing the guard?"

"CHICA!" Chica jumped at the sound of her voice. She quickly looked around.

"Where did Bonnie go?"

"Something tells me she doesn't want to talk to you right now. I suggest you approach her tomorrow night," Freddy turned to leave. Chica merely sighed and pulling a broom from it's hook, began to sweep the kitchen floor to take her mind off things.

Meanwhile, Bonnie sat on the stage, crying. Chica's words had hit their mark in the bulls-eye. The last thing Bonnie wanted to be reminded of was '87. Even if Foxy did it, she wanted to help him get better, be better. She had to believe he could be changed.

"Bon-nie," Freddy's voice soothed her even from a distance. When he got close enough, he gently pulled off the stage onto her feet and into a hug. She spent the next minute or two just sobbing into his shoulder, drenching the fur in oil. Dan wouldn't be too happy about that in the morning. Freddy rubbed her back at a moderate pace, humming one of the songs that they would sing as a duet. Bonnie's sobs dwindled down to almost nothing, and the tears finally stopped flowing. Freddy lifted her face and wiped the remaining tears away.

"Now Bonnie, what were you doing in Pirate Cove?" Bonnie flinched at the question. She knew it was coming, so she had the perfect answer for it.

"For some reason I thought that the guard had managed to get out of the office and into the Cove, but now that I think about it, one of us would have noticed if he did."

Freddy grabbed Bonnie's arm with his hand, and looked her square in the eye.

"Don't lie to me Bonnie! I know why you were there! I'm not proud of you for it, but I know why you were there." Bonnie almost collapsed. He knew. Oh, crap, Freddy knew. Bonnie felt as if the world were falling out from under her feet. Then Freddy's arms were holding her up. She felt dizzy, like something was disconnected.

"Bonnie? You okay?" Freddy's voice sounded concerned. He pulled her up, with difficulty, and helped her balance.

"Bonnie? You alright, darlin'?" Freddy's voice seemed clearer now.

"Fre…Freddy? P-Please, don't be…mad," Bonnie stammered. Her sight wasn't so fuzzy now, and she had better balance. What happened?

"I could never be mad at you, darlin'," Freddy lifted Bonnie's head to kiss her on the cheek…and she fell to the floor in a faint.

"What do you think happened?"

"It seems t' me that some o' her wirin' be loose," Why did Bonnie recognize that voice?

'Hey, I think she's coming to," And that voice, who were they?

"Who's…there?" Bonnie moaned, and tried to sit up.

"Slowly, love. We don't want you movin' around, Chica and I." So, Chica, and…was that…?

"…Foxy?" Bonnie thought she saw a glimmer of metal when the figure looking down at her moved his arm.

"There, there, love. I'm here," Bonnie smiled. Foxy entwined his fingers with hers, and smiled back. Chica awkwardly shifted positions in the background. Bonnie turned her head to look at her.

"You should have seen Freddy's face when he walked into the kitchen," Chica said glumly.

"Why," Bonnie was curious.

"He announced that he made you faint by kissing you on the cheek," Foxy's ears pricked. He started to stand and go off towards the kitchen. Bonnie grabbed his arm to stop him.

"Well, you can tell Freddy not to keep his hopes up," Bonnie replied, trying to sit up. Foxy grabbed her hand and gently pulled her to her feet. She stumbled a little. She took a few wobbly steps forward, and fell half-on-half-off the stage. Chica rushed forward and eased her to the ground. Bonnie grabbed the edge of the stage with her hand and tried to pull herself up.

"I...it's good…guys. I...I got this," Bonnie stammered, her voice slurring. Her hand relaxed and she leaned against the stage. Foxy knelt down and held her face in his hand and, awkwardly, his hook. Bonnie looked at him, his image going from blurry to clear, to blurry again. She reached out to touch his face, but her hand grazed the air next to his head.

"Fo…" She tried to speak, but her mouth couldn't form the words.

"What's going on?" Dan walked up to them from backstage, his hands dry but smelling of oil. In his late forties, Dan was the new repairman who had offered to work for a mere two dollars an hour, just to see if the animatronics were as 'dangerous' as everyone had said.

"Is she okay?" He asked, studying Bonnie's face with great intensity.

"We don't know. She started losin' her balance, next thin', her voice's be goin'. It seems t' me that somethin' be loose in her head, but I'll be honest, I don't want t' break somethin' in thar. Could you check?" Foxy said to Dan, worry evident in his voice. Dan considered it.

"I could try,"