My dearest readers! My sincerest apologies for not publishing a new chapter for a while. Life got in the way. Anyway, enjoy!

{Angel's POV}

(Squeamish scene ahead)

The first few seconds were a blur.

I turned and sped towards the tables, Foxy's feet thumping behind me. I think Chica screamed. I vaulted myself over the tables, pulling my gun, the real gun, from it's holster. My back was to Foxy. I was about to turn around when his hook pierced my shoulder.

I screamed as he pulled me over the table, blood spilling onto the tablecloth. I could feel his hook in my shoulder, but no pain. I was screaming because I felt his hook break through the skin on the other side.

"FOXY!" A chorus of voices cried out his name as my body thumped to the floor. I heard him raise his head.

"What, I'm takin' care o' t' night guard. Isn't this what I'm s'posed ta be doin'?"

"Foxy, let her go," Freddy's voice sounded as if it had been lowered an octave. Foxy gave a tug on my shoulder, causing more blood to flow from the wound.

"Why?" he questioned the bear. I was starting to feel a little dizzy from blood loss.

"Let. Her. Go," Freddy enunciated each word, his voice echoing around the room.

"Why?!" Foxy's voice rose almost to a screech. He gave another tug on my shoulder, and I winced, feeling the muscles in my shoulder give a little. I looked up to see Freddy standing next to Foxy.

"Because I said so," Freddy stared at Foxy, daring him to make the next move. Foxy shifted, and then pulled his hook from my shoulder. My hands immediately went to the wound, automatically feeling the warm, sticky wetness of the blood. Bonnie was at my side in a heartbeat, helping me up. I could walk okay; I was just a little dizzy.

Sitting in a chair, I watched Freddy go through the first-aid kit Chica had found. My mind wandered, so much so that I didn't the hand shaking my uninjured shoulder.

"Angel, are you okay?" Freddy asked. I was starting to find his Southern drawl rather comforting now. It made me want to fall asleep.

"Yeah, I'm fine. My mind wanders from time to time," I groaned; the night was starting to take it's toll on me. Freddy nodded.

"I'm going to go talk to Foxy and see if I can explain this to him," Freddy pulled some gauze wrapping from the kit, along with some medical tape. Chica decided to help me wrap my shoulder while Freddy went to talk to Foxy. While she was wrapping my arm, she stopped for a second.

"Aren't you in pain?" she asked in a quizzical manner.

"It's a long story, but no. I'm not in pain," I sighed. Of course he would hook my right shoulder; the hand that I write with. Why would he not?

My shoulder now wrapped in gauze, I was reading a book. I decided to work on the order form another day as I needed both hands to type, and moving any part of my right arm was a recipe for disaster. In case you were wondering, I planned on going to the hospital later today. The backstory for this one was going to be difficult. Arriving at the hospital with a hole in my shoulder was definitely going to raise a few eyebrows.

I barely flinched when the chair next to me was pulled out and Freddy sat down. Out of my peripheral vision I saw him lean over a little to see what I was reading. It clicked after a few seconds.

"You can read?" I inquired.

"Hmm. I'm quite fond of reading the paper in the mornings. Sometimes the boss leaves it behind on one of the tables," he mused.

"My husband would read the paper. He doesn't really anymore, but I haven't cancelled the subscription. I could bring them for you when I come to work if you want," His ears perked up a little.

"Would you?" I gave him a thumbs up. "It gives me something to do other than walk around at night. Having sentience is tough. You get bored easily," I hmm-ed in agreement. "What are you reading?"

"Midwinterblood," I flipped the book closed, my thumb as a bookmark, showing Freddy the cover. "It's really good. It's main theme is reincarnation. The two main characters keep meeting over the years in seven mini-stories, and it's really quite interesting. It's one of my go-to books for when I'm bored."

Freddy sighed. "Angel, I want to apologize for...what I did tonight. For, grabbing you, chasing you. Throwing you across the room."

"Freddy, I understand. You didn't trust me. Besides, who wouldn't want to throw me across the room? I'm surprised I haven't," Freddy chuckled at this, shaking his head slightly. "Anyhow your apology is accepted."

"Thank you," Freddy tapped his fingers on his knee. "So, do you plan on staying?" he asked.

I thought about this for a second, my mind wandering back to the night shift at the factory…"I think I will. Not sure just yet, but I think I will," Freddy nodded. A few seconds later the bell rang, signalling the end of my shift.

I got up and started to pack up my stuff when Freddy got up and helped me. I didn't have much, but it was still good to have help.

"We will be seeing you tomorrow night then?" Freddy asked. I nodded yes. He held out his hand, and I shook it.

"See you tomorrow," I grabbed the bag and shouldered it, the weight feeling a little unfamiliar on my left side. "Good night guys," I called as I made my way to the door.

As I started my truck, my mind kept going back to something. When I was shaking Freddy's hand, I saw Bonnie standing in the background, his ears drooping. The thought of it made me sad. I was getting subtle hints that he had a crush on me, even more so now. The way he looked at me, the way he blushed when I smiled him. It could be.

[Earlier]

{Bonnie's POV}

I plucked the string of my guitar, checking the sound. So far so good. I plucked the next string, the sound was a little off this time. I twisted the tuning knob to adjust the sound. Pleased, I began to play,quietly, as not to disturb the others. Adam Lambert's "Ghost Town" trickled from the strings, and soon, I was singing along.

"Died last night in my dreams, walking the streets, of some old ghost town. I tried to believe…" I played through about half of the song, when Angel walked in, her shoulder wrapped in gauze. She waved; I waved back. She then rummaged through her bag and pulled out a book, and started to read. I played a gentle melody in the background, and from where I sat I thought I could see her smile. I felt a little spark of happiness grow inside me, when Freddy walked in.

I let the song I was playing dwindle down to just a few notes, and then to nothing. When he sat down next to Angel, and started talking to her, I wanted to run over, pick her up, and carry her over here; get her away from him. I didn't like seeing him with her.

THe bell rang, signalling the end of Angel's shift. I got up and went to say goodbye to Angel, when Freddy shook her hand. I felt my ears droop with sadness. I watched as Angel wished all a good night. I started towards the stage, when Freddy stopped me.

"You doing okay, Bon?" he inquired. I nodded, and started towards the stage once again.

"I don't feel anything for her," I stopped and turned to look at him.

"What?"

"I don't feel anything for her, Angel. I'm just trying to make her feel at home here. Nothing more," Freddy explained. I nodded, feeling my ears perk up. I felt him pat my shoulder as we walked towards the stage.

[Later that day]

{Angel's POV}

The nurse eyed me with suspicion. She had just pulled off the gauze wrapping that Freddy had wrapped on. The wound where Foxy's hooked had hooked me (ha, ha, no) had dried blood around the edges, and frankly didn't look too good.

"Do I want to know?" the nurse asked, her tone implying that she had seen something like this before. Well, she had. She was the one who usually sent to 'heal' me.

"Work," I simply said with smile. She raised her eyebrows. She knew what I meant by 'work'. We said nothing more to each other as she injected the anesthesia into my arm; she knew I didn't need it, my arm was numb already. She was injecting it so that she didn't get a bad rep.

"Who was it this time?" she asked as she started the stitches.

"A pirate captain," I replied, barely feeling the needle going through my skin. That's what you get for having two numbing agents in your body.

"Oh, not from the usual bunch," she pulled the last stitch tight. "What's his name?"

"Foxy," I smiled as all heads turned to me, their jaws open from shock.