I came back for my fourth night and it was going to be my last. After this night, I was quitting. I don't even know why I thought it'd be a good idea to come back. As I walked down the hallway, I got a weird feeling. The atmosphere of the pizzeria felt relaxing, rather than stressing or full of tension. I felt calm and somewhat content. I reached the office and dropped into the chair, exhausted. After last night's chaos, I couldn't sleep worth a damn. I sighed out and grabbed the tablet as the clock struck midnight. "Let's see what happens tonight." I sighed. I checked the cameras and no one was active. The curtain on the main stage was even still closed. Nothing happened until about 12:45. I was checking the cameras when I noticed that Freya was gone from the stage. I searched around and found her in the back room. I flipped to the stage and now Bonnie and Chica were gone. I found them, in the dining area and kitchen respectively. I flipped back to the back room and Freya was gone. I began searching for her, but amongst the stress. I hadn't noticed that Chica was at the hallway now. I searched for Freya and found her by the bathrooms. Bonnie had moved to the right hallway and I had still failed to be aware of Chica's presence. I closed the door on Bonnie, but it was already too late. Chica lunged from the darkness on the left, tackling me and screeching. My heart felt like it was going to burst and I got a tight knot in my stomach. I closed my eyes tightly, waiting for my death. But, it didn't come. Instead, I heard giggling. I opened my eyes slowly and looked up. Chica was giggling uncontrollably. I got a much better look at her now. She was about 5'5" with a curvy body and large B-cups. She was wearing a yellow dress and black heels. She had purple eyes and a curvy, yellow frame.

"Your reaction was priceless!" She continued to giggle and then I heard more giggles from down the hallway. I was scared, confused, and lost. Freya and Bonnie walked in and I got a better look at them too. It appeared that Freya was a few inches shorter than me. She had blue eyes with dark and light brown fur. Her body was thick, curvy, and she had D-cups, all covered by short black dress. Bonnie was no taller than Chica with semi-wide hips and B-cups covered by a purple dress. She had bright red eyes and purple fur.

"How's the night going, Mark?" Freya asked, her voice low as I quickly scrambled to my feet.

"Not good!" I replied, slowly reaching for the door button so that I could escape out the right hallway, since they were all near the left door.

"Why's that? We just want to talk." She said, giggling.

"No, you're gonna kill me." I replied, now within reach of the button. I shifted back slowly, so that I could bump into the button and dash, but they knew my intentions. Chica quickly grabbed me, briefly distracting me, and they pulled me into the chair. "What are you doing?!" My heart was racing as they all looked at me. Freya sat on the desk in front of me, crossing her legs.

"We're not lying when we say we just want to talk." She said. I couldn't help but eye up her attractive figure, and I think she noticed. "So, why did you decide to return?" She asked and I cleared my throat.

"Well… Youtube isn't doing me so well right now so I need money… and I wanted to see what it was like here now…" I explained.

"Awww, you missed us." Bonnie giggled, making my cheeks turn slightly red.

"No, no! I didn't!" I quickly explained, but they all just giggled.

"So, how's life been treating you since you left?" Chica asked.

"Decently. I mean, Youtube doesn't pay me much anymore and you all terrify me." I answered.

"Why is that Youtube isn't paying much now?" She asked.

"Well… ehem… Pewdiepie said some stuff that wasn't particularly liked by the media and they dubbed him anti-semitic and now companies don't wanna sponsor Youtube." I explained.

"How old are you now?" Bonnie asked.

"I just turned twenty-eight last June." I answered. It was weird how nice they were being considering our deep-rooted history of fear, anger, and hate. "Why isn't Foxy here?" I asked.

"She's probably off doing her thing tonight." Chica answered.

"I'm not sure if I wanna know what 'her thing' is." I said, shaking my head.

"It can be a multitude of things." Freya giggled.

"Riiight… so why are you guys so friendly now?" I asked.

"To be honest… we're not sure… after we got remodeled to… this…" Freya paused, gesturing to herself and Chica and Bonnie, "our hate and anger just seemed to disappear… maybe it's because this is new…" Freya answered, her cheeks turning red.

"How long ago were you guys remodeled?" I asked, sitting taller.

"Probably no more than nine months ago." Chica answered, looking at the other two for agreement.

"So what was life like for you?" Bonnie asked, her ears perking up.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Like, as a kid and all." She answered.

"Well, I was burn on June 28, 1989, in Honolulu. My dad was in military service, where he met my mom. After my birth, we moved to Cincinnati in Ohio. I went to college to be a biomedical engineer but I dropped out for Youtube. And that it's up to now." I explained.

"You were born in Hawaii!?" Chica shouted, jumping with excitement.

"Yes… I did say Honolulu…" I answered.

"I've always wanted to go there! What's it like?!" She asked, her eyes full of interest and her body language was attentive.

"I don't remember, I was very young when I moved to Cincinnati so I don't remember anything about Hawaii." I answered, causing her to lose her excitement.

"Awwww..." She whined, crossing her arms, making the rest of us laugh. I glanced at the clock and it was already 2:00.

Meanwhile — Foxy's POV

I could hear them all laughing and conversing. I wanted to join but I was too shy. There had to be something I could do to attract his attention. Then I thought of it, I would peak out of my cove at 6:00 when he left, surely that would attract his attention. Now, it was only a matter of time and a small smile came over my face.

Mark's POV

"So what's Youtube like?" Freya asked.

"Well, I get to play games and just, be myself for millions of people to watch. At first it was a bit stressful, I'll admit, but now I love it. I really do hate it when I can't record, it's become a staple in my life." I answered. "What's it like being an animatronic?" I asked. They all looked at each other.

"It's not the most enjoyable but it's not a miserable role either, better than being a manufacturing robot." Freya answered.

"Yeah, I couldn't imagine spending my days making stuff." Bonnie said, wrinkling her nose in displeasure.

"Not sure if you're aware but not all robots and animatronics have souls like you guys." I said.

"Oh? Surely there is more than just us though right?" Chica asked.

"Maybe there is, I wouldn't know." I answered. It was now 3:00.

"What's life like out there?" Bonnie asked.

"You mean like, just everyday life in society?" I asked and she nodded. "Well, it's kinda no different than here. You get scared sometimes, it's usually happy, you converse with people, just normal stuff." I answered.

"No, no, I mean like… is it difficult?" She asked.

"Not at all. Not for me at least, but I would judge by my childhood that life in society isn't that difficult considering our freedom and opportunities." I answered.

"I really wish I could know what it's like to be human." Chica sighed.

"Do you guys never leave this place?" I asked.

"We do every now and then but we're deactivated before we get out the doors so we don't know what it's like out there." Freya answered.

"Maybe sometime I could let you guys see what it's like outside." I said, making all their eyes light up with excitement.

"Really?! You'd do that?!" Bonnie asked, becoming giddy.

"After all of our bad history?" Chica asked, also becoming giddy.

"I mean, yeah, you guys have made up for that and aside from night terrors for a while, no harm done." I answered.

"Thank you, Mark." Freya said softly, pulling me into a hug, but since I was sitting in a chair and currently lower than her, she ended up shoving my face right between her large breasts. They were soft and warm, causing my cheeks to turn as bright red as the top of my hair. She released me and I pretended to look at the tablet to cover my redness.

"N-No problem, you guys." I replied, chuckling nervously. "I should do my job for a bit." I said. There was a moment of silence before they said anything.

"I think he wants us to leave." Bonnie said.

"What? No, no, I just don't wanna get fired for not doing my job because you're actually all nice now." I explained.

"Oh, well can't we stay?" Freya asked.

"I would like to concentrate and I think I need some time to think over all that's happened tonight." I said.

"What do you mean 'all that's happened tonight'? Nothing's happened." Freya said.

"I went from being terrified of you guys to pals." I answered.

"Oh, right. Yeah, I suppose that would require some thinking time." Freya said, with Chica and Bonnie nodding in agreement.

"Have a good night, Mark." Bonnie said, leading them out of the room.

"See ya!" I called out. I exhaled deeply, rubbing my eyes. "What the fuck..? They went from trying to kill me to being chummy with me… or are they just pretending to be friendly to get my guard down?" I asked myself. "No… I don't think they'd do that… I mean, it seemed genuine and we spent three hours talking. Jeez, it's already 4:00." I said. I picked up the tablet and checked the cameras. Freya, Bonnie, and Chica had all returned to the stage. I checked Pirate's Cove and Foxy's curtain was still closed. It was odd that Foxy only came out last night and hadn't even peaked out of her curtain yet. I put the tablet down and exhaled deeply. I could rest more easily now, knowing I wasn't going to die anytime soon. It wasn't bad having their company to speed up the shift either. I sat there, beginning to zone out. I must have fallen asleep because when I got out of my thoughts, it was already 6:00. I set the tablet on the desk and left. On my way out, I heard some rustling and briefly looked over my shoulder to see Foxy peaking out. Except at 6:00, the lights come on so I could see quite a bit of her. I could see her amber eyes and her crimson red fur. She had a curvy frame and decent sized breasts, but I couldn't quite tell. Then an idea popped into my head. I had a plan if she visited tomorrow night. I smiled a bit and left.