So, I saw a nice little spoiler about FNAF 4 that proves that my fic is completely inaccurate now. Let's just pretend I originally started this as an AU where I'm right, shall we? Anyway, I hope you guys can look past that.

*Update* My theory used in this fic is actually plausible, so that's no longer true. Thank you, FNAF theorists for clarifying Scott's cryptic messages for me.

Freddy Fazbear's Pizza - Wednesday, December 8th, 1993

Foxy sat alone in Pirate Cove, as he always did. He was quite happy to have met Mike earlier that week, yet he couldn't shake the loneliness that had set in since. He desperately wanted to call out to him, telling him and Marionette to stay and that he was fine. But he couldn't. Instead, Foxy was forced to watch as his only visitors left.

He was a prisoner in his own suit, plagued by frequent glitches that usually ended with abrupt shut downs. That was one of the clearer reasons why he was "Out of Order," and he hated it. Abandoned and left to rot while Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica basked under the colourful stage lights. It was as if Mr. Fazbear didn't even care about him. Until he was broken and rendered near useless, kids used to love to see him. Apparently parents found it 'scary' when he would shut down mid-performance.

Foxy brought his hand up to the gaping hole in his chest, trying to cover it in a poor attempt to forget about its existence. Fortunately, it was mostly cosmetic damage, with little harm to his endoskeleton. If he'd been able to, he would have fixed himself.

Yet even if the damage to his suit and internal components were fixed, he would still be broken. He knew what was wrong with him, and it was much greater than anything any maintenance worker could fix. He was problem.

Foxy got up and left Pirate Cove, reasoning that moving to another part of the restaurant would remind the other animatronics of his presence. He also hoped to catch Mike, but doubted it. The last thing the man needed to see was another glitch.

Chica sat alone on stage with her cupcake in front of her crossed legs. Its small eyes looked up at her with a friendly smile that others would find unnerving. To her, it was the face of a welcoming silent companion, much like a child's toy.

Her private time was quickly interrupted, however, when Bonnie hopped up onto the stage and sat beside her. "Hey."

She looked over at him. "Oh, hi Bonnie. How are you?"

"I'm alright," he replied with a grin. "What'chya up to?"

"Oh, nothing much, really."

"Uh, yeah, that was obvious."

"Hey!" Chica smiled. "Be nice."

"What? I wasn't being rude!"

She rolled her eyes and laughed. "How are you?"

Bonnie shrugged. "Oh, you know, just being awesome."

Chica smirked. "Why does that not surprise me?"

"I don't know." He grinned cockily. "Maybe you just know what a handsome rock star looks like?"

"Fishing for compliments, I see?"

He darted his attention away from her. "N-No I'm not!"

Chica giggled. "You know, if you were capable of blushing, you would be totally red in the face."

"No I wouldn't!" he protested. Bonnie's ear twitched involuntarily.

She poked his cheek playfully. "Is something wrong, Bonbon?"

"No!" he looked over at her again. "And don't call me that. It's too cutesy for someone like me."

Chica gave him a mischievous grin. "Oh, really, Bonbon? I think it suits you perfectly!"

Bonnie groaned, realizing he was powerless to stop her from using the nauseating pet name.

"Oh, calm down! It's only a nickname."

"Just…" He looked into her purple eyes with sincerity, "don't say it around the others, please?"

"Only if you don't tell them about my time with Charles."

"Who?" he asked, slightly tilting his head to the side.

"Charles," she repeated, "my cupcake."

Bonnie laughed, "Seriously? You named that thing Charles?"

"Shut up!" she teased. "Charles the Cupcake. It works for him, doesn't it?"

"It…" he sighed. "It does."

"I knew you'd agree!"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it." Bonnie continued, "I won't tell them about 'Charles' if you don't call me Bonbon around them. Deal?"

"Deal!"

He smiled at her, clearly more at ease. "Pinky swear?"

"Really?" Chica snickered.

"No way! I'm not that childish."

"Oh, but I think you are. I know you'd want nothing more than for me to make a pinky swear to not tell them I call you Bonbon!"

"T-That's not true!" he stuttered, glancing about the room to see if anyone had walked in to witness his embarrassing moment.

She took his hand in hers and extended her pinky. He reluctantly wrapped his around hers to oblige her. She shook their joined hands. "Pinky swear!"

Bonnie sighed and drew his hand back. He was lucky to have moved his hand when he did, as Foxy walked in the room at that very moment. He would have died a thousand deaths had he been caught doing something so immature.

"Ahoy!" the pirate called.

"Hey!" Chica shouted back. "Welcome to the party!"

Foxy hopped up onto the stage with ease. "What're ye up to, lad 'n lass?"

"Oh, we were just chatting," she stated. "What brings you here?"

He shrugged and sat with them, a look of mild frustration crossing his face.

She frowned. "Are you alright?"

"Aye," he said.

You idiot, you never say what I want you to say, do you? All you can do is talk in that stupid, good for nothing, pirate accent! Oh, and sing those annoying 'sea shanties' that you clearly love so much. Ugh, let me take over already! But, then again, I don't want to scare them...

"Foxy?" Bonnie asked. "What's wrong?"

"Nothin', lad!" he snapped back, almost aggressively.

"Geez, relax! And I thought Freddy was bad for not showing his emotions," Bonnie teased.

Foxy's ears flattened. He started to sputter and emit a static sound as he spoke, "I-I-I show plenty of emotion! I-I-I'm angry, c-can't y-e-e-e-e tell?" He glared. "You r-r-r-really are an a-a-ass, B-Bonnie." He got up and stormed off from the stage, twitching, but shut off suddenly with a sharp static squeal as he was leaving the room.

Chica's eyes widened in shock. "Foxy!" She raced from the stage, making sure to glare at Bonnie on her way. Her message hit home.

It was only a joke; it shouldn't be able to cause a disaster. Yet the opposite was quickly proving itself to be true. The rabbit sighed and followed his friend to meet up with their incapacitated comrade, who lay on the floor in what seemed to be an uncomfortable position. Chica knelt down beside him, helping to straighten out his twisted frame.

Wake up, wake up! Listen to me, you piece of crap! Turn on! Let her know you're alright! Don't scare her like this!

"F-Foxy, please..." she choked, looking at his dim eyes in desperate hope they'd brighten up again. Against all hope, they didn't. She shot her eyes up to Bonnie, rage behind them. "This is your fault!"

"M-My fault?" he stuttered.

"Yes, you!" She sighed angrily. "He's right, you really are an ass. You don't care about anyone or anything other than yourself and that stupid guitar!"

Bonnie's eyes widened in horror. "What are you talking about? Chica, I..." He adjusted his voice box and darted his attention to the floor. "I'm sorry, I really am... I-I didn't mean for that to happen."

"Didn't mean it?" she shouted. "That's all you have to say for yourself?"

"No! You're my friends, both of you! I'd never want to hurt either of you!" he protested. "I was only joking!"

"Yeah, like I believe that," she snorted.

"No, really. It's true... I..." Bonnie looked into her eyes, his warm gaze meeting her icy one. "I-I like you, Chica..."

Chica rolled her eyes. "Uh huh, as much you love to eat meat, rabbit." She focused her attention back on the disabled animatronic on the floor.

His tone grew a little firmer. "No, really, I do... I wouldn't lie to you."

"And why should I believe that? You're selfish, Bonnie. You only care about yourself."

"No, I don't!" Bonnie shouted. "I'm just some robot in a failing pizza restaurant. It's been tough. So, I've b-"

"We're more than that, and you know it," she snapped. "You're not the only one threatened with being shut down, so stop acting like you're so special."

He was about to continue arguing that they were only animatronics, but stopped himself from doing so. He knew she was spewing drivel again, but knew better than to comment on it. Especially right now. "Chica, I know that." He knelt beside her. "I'm scared too. I don't want us to end up in the back room. And I don't just mean me."

Chica's voice sounded drained of the joy Bonnie had noticed from their earlier chat on the stage. She wrapped her arms around herself and made a sobbing sound, making it clear that she was crying, despite being unable to shed physical tears. "I-I don't want to go back there! No one e-ever leaves that room…"

He inched closer to his bandmate and pulled her into his arms. "I won't let them take you there. None of us are going back there. I'll keep you safe, I promise…" Instead of shoving him away, as he expected, she held onto him tightly, hiding her face in his shoulder. He held her close, gently rubbing her back as he did. "It's going to be alright…"

She pulled back from Bonnie's embrace a little and stared into his eyes. "Did you… really mean what you said? T-That you like me?"

He lightly cupped her cheek. "Of course I did. Chica, I wouldn't lie to you. You're the best thing to ever happen to me..."

Chica began to cheer up; her eyes widened in delight. "Bonnie, I had no idea…"

He smiled a little. "I have, for years. I've just been too nervous to tell you. I thought you'd reject me, to be honest."

"I'm glad you told me," she replied with a grin. "I like you too…" Chica frowned a little as her eyes drifted back to their friend, still lying on the floor. "We'll talk more later."

Bonnie let go of her and went over to Foxy's side. "Foxy? Are you alright? Come on, wake up, dude!"

He didn't get a response.

How many times do I have to tell you to turn on? Now you've gone and gotten both of them involved in this! If you'd just listen to me, we'd be out of this mess already!

"Maybe Freddy would know what to do?" she suggested.

"It's worth a shot, I guess." Bonnie picked Foxy up. "Go get him, I'll meet you in Pirate Cove."

Now THREE of them are involved. That's almost all of them. Congratulations, you've screwed it up once again.

Chica departed to look for Freddy. She eventually found him, looking up into the camera at the end of the East Hall. She also heard high pitched male screaming, muffled behind the steel door sealing the entrance to the office.

"Freddy! What are you doing?"

Freddy looked away from the camera. "Oh, I was just having some fun with Mike. I wasn't going to do anything to him, I promise."

Chica rolled her eyes, wandered over to the office's window and peered in. She found the night guard curled up in his seat, trembling. Unfortunately for him, Fritz wasn't there to assist him. Mike looked up and saw her, and he screamed once more. "Oh gosh, not another one!"

She held her hands up in surrender. "I'm not going to hurt you, Mike!" she called out. "Neither is Freddy! We're your friends, right?"

Freddy moved away from the camera, peeking his head into view of the window, smiling sweetly. With a moment to think, Mike eventually opened the door for them. Freddy entered, followed by Chica. The bear smiled. "Nice to see you again. How's your neck feeling?"

He absently rubbed his throat. "Uh, i-it's feeling fine…"

Freddy nodded. "I'm happy to hear that."

Chica adjusted her voice box. "Um, I'm sorry to interrupt, but, Bonnie and I need your help, Freddy. Foxy shut down…"

"What?" he exclaimed. "I'm sorry to cut this visit so short, but I'm needed in Pirate Cove."

"T-That's okay…" Mike mumbled nervously. Freddy raced off to Pirate Cove, Chica following at his heels. The night guard clicked open the security monitor and selected Pirate Cove to watch from afar.

Bonnie looked up as his friends raced into the room. He had the pirate on the floor beside him, unsure of how to help. Freddy immediately sat down at Foxy's side, determined to try to fix the problem. "What happened?"

The rabbit frowned. "I said a mean joke, and he… shut off or something. I'm really sorry..."

"That's not important right now," Freddy dismissed. He pulled Foxy into a sitting position, opened the back panel of his suit, and manually powered Foxy back on again.

Foxy sputtered to life, twitching and screeching in a similar manner to when he initially shut off. His servos locked and he began to scream, leaving his friends to only guess that he was in pain.

"Foxy!" Freddy shouted, snapping his suit shut again, holding the smaller animatronic by the shoulders, looking into his eyes for some assurance that he was alright. But, he did not receive any. Instead, all he saw was his eyes shining much brighter than usual, and heard more ungodly screaming.

Chica held onto Bonnie tightly. "I had no idea it was this bad," she whispered to him.

"Me neither… What's wrong with him, anyway?"

She shook her head slightly and forced herself to watch as the events unfolded. Eventually, the screaming ceased, and Foxy fell limp in Freddy's arms, his eyes going dim once again.

"Foxy! FOXY!" Freddy called out, without reply.

"Freddy…" Bonnie started.

"Shut up!" Freddy growled. Both Bonnie and Chica knew better than to try to speak to him again. He needed the space. They went to the far end of Pirate Cove and waited, desperately hoping Foxy would show some sign of life.

Their hopes were answered, when Foxy unexpectedly came on a few minutes later. He coughed. "Freddy… What are ye doin' here, lad?"

Can you just drop the idiotic pirate talk? I'm so sick of it.

Freddy stared at him in disbelief. "Y-You're awake!" He hugged him tightly. "What happened to you…?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he only said, "I'm fine Freddy. That's all ye need ta know."