Chapter Seven: Can't Stop the Feeling!

(*WARNING: Chapters may contain content that is inappropriate for some ages. I will warn you with this sign: 1983~in bold~*)

(*Sorry it's been so long since I updated my story! I will try to post sooner, but there's no guarantee as to whether or not I'll be able to post a lot in a short amount of time! Y'know, holidays! So, that should be all. I hope you can forgive me for taking so long and enjoy the rest of your holidays! Thanks for stopping by!*)

It was upon getting up that I soon discovered that my little fiasco last night had resulted in the damage of the Breaker Room door. Apparently I had tried to break down the door, tearing the room apart in my fit to escape from it; it's kind of hard to use common sense when your mind goes into overdrive*

Freddy and Bonnie had left out the details of them most likely hiding away fearfully and watching me trash the place. Cowards.

I tried to pull on the doorknob of the dented door but it was locked. Which was surprising, when the door to the Breaker Room is usually open at all times.

So I decided to call Blaze. The dial tone could be heard several times before the line picked up.

"Hello...?" Blaze's tired voice came from the other end. "Who is this?"

"Blaze, honestly, do you even check your phone? It's me, Zenix-!" I began before Blaze so rudely interrupted me.

"What do you want?"

"If you would let me finish..." I huffed, "I need a favor. I'm trapped in the Breaker Room again, and-!"

I heard Blaze groan. "Again?"

"The door's locked."

"Oh."

It was silent for a moment.

"Ok. I'll come over."

"Thanks."

As soon as Blaze got me out - to whom I owed a great debt of thanks - I proceeded to the main stage area - Circus Baby's Gallery - hoping to run into Baby. But Baby was no where to be found, presumably hiding somewhere by herself.

That was a shame, since I needed to talk to her over something. Oh, well, guess it would have to wait for now.

Wanting to pass the time, I took my music and two Bluetooth speakers, which I placed on the opposite sides of the room, so that the sound was balanced. I picked a song from my Favorites and pressed PLAY. Can't Stop the Feeling, which is just one out of my gazillion favorite songs starts to play. From there, I let go of reality and just let my body do it's own thing.

My hips sway to the beat while I tap my feet, keeping in time with the tempo... Then it's just... Well, it's hard to describe. I was always born and raised with this irresistible desire to music. No matter where I went or what I did I always had my headphones or ear buds out or was always drawn to event the slightest sound that someone might be playing something.

I would always dance to the music, either making up my own moves or never forgetting a songs original dance moves, not even a little bit.

Most of you young and fortunate souls may know the whip or the dab, which I constantly do, if only to get on someone else's nerves. Mainly my mother, who is into music herself, but is still anything but improper, which is surprising, due to her family's history. But then again, Sonia could beg to differ.

The music slowly came to a stop and when I opened my eyes, I realized that I had somehow managed to make it onto the main stage, on one of the (*supposed*) tightrope platforms.

I hopped down and what do you know, out came Baby!

"Hey! Baby, girl!" I greeted her. "I've been looking all over for you!"

Baby rolled her eyes. "I was sleeping but someone woke me up..."

"Geez...Sorry," I responded. To be honest, her words kind of hurt me. I would never want to cause any of the animatronics - or the souls inside them - discomfort of any sort. That included their resting time (except for Funtime Freddy, who was almost always asleep).

Baby sighed. "It's fine."

I brightened a little, then remembered what I was going to tell her. "Oh, hey, Baby, I need to talk to you about something. The company's theme song. I was wondering if I could add a few adjustments..." I went back over the main stage, standing in the center, and pulled out a remote. This would be great.

"But I don't think I want to change it. Isn't it okay the way it is?" Baby complained, unaware of what would take place next.

I then pressed a button and, with some newly installed colored spotlights, the entire place was lit up brilliantly.

I turned on the theme song, singing it in a slightly different fashion - just the music - but the lyrics were pretty much the same.

When I was done, I walked over to the group of animatronics that had gathered by Baby to watch me perform.

"So? What do you think?" I asked, panting. That was quite a workout.

All of the animatronics aside from Baby cheered. They all suddenly became silent, waiting on her opinion, which mattered the most.

"Mmm..." She began to think, then finally decided. "No...I love it! Let's do it!" We all cheered happily and started to make plans for even more improvements. Little did we know, someone was watching us...

*Using common sense, she would've known about the door handle to start with, but lots of things can be overlooked when someone has a mental breakdown. (*It's just common sense!*)