Beyond Repair Chapter 4: The Third Wheel (one-shot), a five nights at freddy´s fanfic

So, how is everyone? Good so far? This is just a little one-shot I came up with. This is just filler (although this does count as Chapter 3), I came up with as I listened to 'Swing Life Away'

WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SINGING AND EXTREME FLUFF. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

A few days later…

"Do you have them?" Sammy asked.

"Here." Max said, handing them to him.

"Thanks."

"What do you need these for?"

"I'll tell you later, if all goes to plan." Sammy replied mysteriously.

Sammy found him in the kitchen. "Give these to her when I give the signal, got it?"

"Done, what's the signal again?"

"I'll nod to you."

Sammy's plan was all set. He went backstage and grabbed his guitar. All he needed now was to find Chica.

"Chica, I need to see you in the kitchen. Quickly."

"What for Sammy?"

"You'll see, this way."

As Sammy entered the kitchen, he saw him over in the corner, holding something behind his back. 'Good, Chica won't notice him there.'

"Now Sammy, what do you want?"

"Someone has something to say, Chica." He told her, nodding to the person behind her. Then taking out his guitar, he coiled up against the wall.

Chica turned around and saw Bonnie. He was holding something behind his back. Sammy strummed a few notes, and then began singing.

(© Rise Against)

Am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up?

Am I still your charm, or am I just bad luck?

Are we getting closer or are we, just getting more lost?

I'll show you mine, If you show me yours first.

Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose, is worse.

Let's un-write these pages, and replace them with our own words.

Bonnie started singing as well now.

We both live on porches and swing life away.

We get by just fine here on minimal wage.

If love is a labour, I'll slave 'till the end.

I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand.

Bonnie stopped singing. (Sammy kept going, lowering his voice.) He quickly held out the flowers that Sammy had given him earlier. "H-Here…"

I've been here so long, I think that it's time to move

Chica's hands rushed to her beak. "Really? I don't know what to say…"

The winter's so cold, summer's over too soon

Let's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow

"Don't say anything." Bonnie said, and then moved to hug her.

I've got some friends, some that I hardly know

But we've had some times; I wouldn't trade for the world

We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go

Sammy had an idea. He quickly sent Chica the song file. Bonnie and Chica both began singing the chorus.

We live on front porches and swing life away,

We get by just fine here on minimum wage

If love is a labour I'll slave till the end,

I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand...until you hold my hand

Chica leant into Bonnie, hugging him back.

I'll show you mine if you show me yours first

Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose, is worse

Let's un-write these pages and replace them with our own words

We live on front porches and swing life away,

We get by just fine here on minimum wage

If love is a labour I'll slave till the end,

I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand

As Sammy began the final lines, Bonnie moved to kiss Chica. She made no move to stop him.

Swing life away…

Congrats! If you made it to here, I applaud you! Your normal story will resume next chapter. Alright, here's what I was thinking. Sammy can connect to the internet using a built-in Wi-Fi. He searches for songs, downloading them when he finds it. Then he can send the files to the other animatronics, so they can learn the songs too.