I hummed quietly as I toweled my hair dry. One of my favorite parts of the day was a nice hot shower before the night shift. I could hear Gaia playing with Pengu in the living room.

I wiped the mirror off with my towel, to create a spot on the steam-covered surface that I could actually see. My hair was all over the place. With its shaved sides, and mohawk down the middle, it was easy to keep. Easy to style too. All I did was put my cap on it after combing it down and it was fine. At the moment the mohawk was dyed a nice lilac purple, quite a difference from my usual chocolate brown.

I sighed as I pulled my comfy clothes on, more than ready to curl up with Gaia, and fall asleep on the couch.

I felt vibrations against my leg as I pulled out the gun. A-1's eyes flickered as she opened her maw, the smell of decay wafting out. She was chained to a wall, the shackles clanking as she strained against them. This was my chance, my chance to free her from her torment. I raised the gun to her eye level and she stilled, eyes unblinking. Then, she smiled. Not smiled as in, her jaw dropped a little, but smiled as in her mask moved itself into a smile.

I then watched as A-1's body itself started to contort, the creaking of metal turning to the squishing of flesh. My heart dropped to my stomach as Tyler's face stretched into the grin that I had loved so much.

"Go on, Angel. If Freddy could do it, so can you," Tyler murmured. I screamed my hands raised the gun and my fingers squeezed the trigger.

My eyes shot open, and I felt my hand squeezing an object, a pillow. I released it, and I felt the vibrations again. I pulled my phone out of my pants pocket. My alarm. Time to go to work.

{Freddy's POV}

Gazing out the window, I attempted a scowl at the clouds. A thunderstorm was rolling in. It was going to be a rough night.

Turning away from the window, I saw Bonnie in the Dining Area, fixing the arrangement of the party hats. I felt sorry for him. It's been going on ever since, well since I can remember.

Two beams of light broke the darkness in the pizzeria. Angel had arrived. I checked the clock on the wall. 12:04. Almost on time.

At the sound of the doors being unlocked, Foxy peeked out of the Cove, ears twitching. He looked to me. I nodded. He stepped out of the Cove, stretching. Approaching one of the tables, he pulled out a chair, and sat down.

Angel placed her bag on the table, and began to unpack. She started for the office, when Chica strolled down the West Hall, towel over her shoulder and tablet in hand. Angel received it with a smile.

{Angel's POV}

The storm started quite abruptly.

One second, all nice and quiet. The next, WW3 from the sky. Freddy, Foxy, and Bonnie were in the Dining Area, and Chica was wandering. Bonnie sat down and his ears came down over his eyes. I watched out of my peripheral vision as Freddy strolled over to Bonnie, and placed a hand on his shoulder. Bonnie placed his hand over Freddy's as another roll of thunder erupted into being. Bonnie jumped again, his ears twitching all over the place. Not wanting to draw attention to him, I kept my eyes on my work.

This kept on for a few minutes until after an especially loud boom of thunder, Bonnie sprang from his chair and bolted down the West Hall. I looked at Freddy.

"Is he all right?" I asked quietly.

"Since we were created he's always been skittish when a storm rolls around. Rain he's fine with, it's the thunder and lightening that bothers him," Freddy explained. I nodded.

"Would you like me to go talk to him?" I asked tentatively. Freddy shrugged.

"You can try. He usually goes to the Supply Closet. And Angel," he called as I started to get up. "Be gentle with him."

"I will," I assured him. I tucked the tablet under my arm as I walked to the West Hall. As I started into the darkness of the hall, my heart began to pound a little faster. I kept my mind focused on Bonnie, even while thoughts of A-1 started to filter through. When I reached the Supply Closet, the door was open just a crack. I called Bonnie's name quietly and knocked. Bonnie's eyes glowed in the semi-darkness of the closet. I heard his ears move when I opened the door.

"How're you doing Bonnie?" His ears twitched again, and he lowered his head. "Don't like the thunder, huh?" He seemed to shrink back as he shook his head. Another roll of thunder boomed into existence, and Bonnie jumped against the wall of the closet. I could hear him shaking. I held out my hand. He looked at it, ears swiveling a bit.

"What do you say we go for a walk?" I asked in an attempted uplifted tone. His ears perked up.

"Out, in the open?" he asked quietly. I nodded. He shrank back again.

"The thunder won't hurt you, Bonnie," I assured him.

"I know that, but…" he whimpered into the darkness.

"It still scares you," I finished for him. I could barely make out when his ears bent down. Nodding, I reached forward and grabbed one of his hands. His head shot up, but he didn't make a move to pull away.

"Come on," I said encouragingly. He looked around nervously, then took a cautious step forward. Then another. And another. Now out in the Hall, Bonnie held my hand nervously. He was still shaking. A shaft a lightening lit up the Pizzeria, and Bonnie stood still with fright.

"It's okay, Bonn. You're okay," I said soothingly. His shaking wasn't so prominent.

"You're not the only one with fears," I offered. He twitched his ears and looked at me.

"You have fears?" he questioned. I made a noise of agreement.

"What kind of fear?" he asked.

"Something that could be considered childish," I replied. He tilted his ears up, in a questioning sort of way.

"What is it?"

"The dark," The hallway was bathed in sudden light and the building shook from a roll of thunder. Bonnie jumped at my side, and tried running back to the closet, but I held his hand fast.

"Mm-mm-mm. Come on Bon. We're just going to go for a walk," He looked at me, his eyes wide. After a few seconds he moved away from the closet door, and we began walking. As we made it to the end of the Hall, he shied back as if he had been spooked.

"I don't want to go out there," he said quickly.

"Okay," I turned us around and we began walking the other way.

We made our way down the West Hall, through the office, and down the East Hall. Bonnie jumped at every little thunder boom and lightening flash, but after a while, the jumps grew smaller, until they were only little flinches.

When we reached the Dining Area he was walking normally, without flinching, but his grip on my arm was tight. I patted his hand, chuckling.

"How're you feeling Bon?" I asked, a twinge of happiness filling me when Bonnie's grip on my arm loosened.

"All right. Definitely better than earlier," he responded, his voice calmer than earlier. I noticed Freddy sitting at one of the tables with his paper, watching is. I winked at him.

"Do you think you've gotten over your fear?" I asked.

"Maybe-" At that moment the sky was split open with a cacophonous booming that shook the doors, and a giant shaft of lightning that made the darkened sky turn to day. Bonnie had wrapped his arms around me, and was holding me in a tight embrace, my back to his chest. His head was resting against mine, and in the reflection on the door, I could see his eyes were closed.

"It's okay, Bonnie. It's okay," I made an attempt to soothe him, stroking his hand. He made a noise similar to a whimper in response. I continued to stroke his hand, uttering soothing noises, until his grip on my waist loosened. I turned myself around in his arms and brought him in for a proper hug. His arms tightened around me, in the same way a child would hug his mother. I rubbed my hands up and down his back, hoping to relax him more. I felt his arms loosen, and he then embraced me in a more loving manner. After another minute I gently pulled myself back, holding his hands in my own.

"You feeling better?" I asked again. He nodded, his ears tilting forward. I released his hands and nodded towards the tables.

"Come on," We made our way over to the table with my laptop. I pulled out a chair for him, and upon sitting down he reached for one of my hands. Holding one, I worked on my laptop with the other. It took me a while to do anything, but Bonnie was calm, so it was all worth it.

{Bonnie's POV}

Sitting there, listening to the thunder booming, and watching the room lighting up with each lightning strike, I felt a sense of calm. I wasn't sure why, since I still wanted to run for the Supply Closet. Angel shifted her hand in mine. Looking at her, I realized why, why I felt so calm I mean. Angel was strong, both physically and mentally. And we looked up to her for it, admired her for it. When she turned her head to look at me, and smiled, it felt like my whole world had been lit up with lightning.