Jeremy bought concealer from the drug store on his way home. It was a chain pharmacy that was open nearly 24/7 all year- good for short grocery and cigarette runs after work. There was no one in the building at the time except for a tired woman with crinkly brown hair. She looked to be in her mid 20s, but too old to be in college still. The bags under her dark eyes suggested she was sleep deprived and possibly a smoker. Eyeliner and mascara had been sloppily pasted over her bags. She muttered a greeting with a face drained of any emotion when Jeremy walked in.

When Jeremy quickly grabbed his concealer color and put it on the counter, the clerk looked at the concealer, then back up at him. Jeremy could now see the clerk's name tag read 'Jennifer.' "That's all?" she asked in a monotone voice.

"Uh… pack of Pall Mall, too," Jeremy replied. The Jennifer scanned cigarette pack along with the concealer. Jeremy decided to get a bag to use as a trash bag at home. Jennifer told him to has a nice day as pleasantly as she greeted him and Jeremy repeated the phrase back to her.

The last thing Jeremy expected to see when he came home was Payton making coffee while almost firmly standing on two feet, albeit a bit slumped. He was actually wearing his glasses today, and there was no alcohol in sight. The clock read 10:42. 'Damn, how long was I up last night?' Jeremy thought.

"Oh, h-hey," Payton mumbled, pushing his glasses up.

"Hey," Jeremy replied, then kicking off his shoes near the door, "Surprised to see you up. What's with that?"

Payton shrugged. "D-Dunno. Just w-was. But m-my, uh, head h-hurts a lot."

"Well yeah, you probably drank like a fish without me here. How many did you have?"

"Uh… I'unno."

Jeremy nodded and look around the place. Looked the same as how he left it, which wasn't that clean. But neither of them cared enough to really do anything about it, so the clutter was the natural state of Jeremy's place. The coffee maker beeped loudly and Payton began pouring himself a cup.

"W-Where were you?" Payton asked suddenly.

Jeremy's cheeks flushed at the question. "Thought I told you Ben invited me for drinks," he replied.

"Y-Yeah, but… a-all night? Just d-drinking?"

"Yeah… well, I ended up passing out and Ben let me sleep on the couch."

That earned a raised eyebrow from Payton."Really? H-He l-l-et you do t-that?"

"Mmm-hmm. Yep."

"O-Oh… ok," Payton said, turning back to him coffee mug to put some sugar in it. Jeremy knew he knew what happened. Payton was depressed and shaken up at the moment, but he was no fool; he must've pieced together the pieces easily.

"Can you make me a cup too?" Jeremy asked, "I'll make some eggs and toast after my shower if you want some. I'll also get you some Advil if you need some."

Payton nodded. "I-I… that'll be n-nice."

The two men sat down and ate quietly. Jeremy had draped a towel around his neck, partially to cover the hickeys (which Payton either didn't notice or ignored earlier), and was wearing a muscle shirt and boxers. Payton was still wearing yesterday's clothes and his hair was sticking in random directions.

"Hey Payton," Jeremy asked after swallowing a mouthful of eggs, "You said you don't know much about Purple, right?"

Payton nodded in response while drinking his coffee.

"Are he and Mangle dating?"

Payton gave a confused look and swallowed the rest of his coffee. "W-W-Why would y-you think that?" He questioned.

"Well, I saw him this morning. He had lipstick on his cheek, and I think it was Mangle's color. They're both weirdos, so I guess they'd match."

Payton cracked the smallest smile- something Jeremy hadn't seen him do in weeks. "I, uh, h-hate to b-break it you, b-but… they're c-cousins."

Jeremy nearly choked on his food. "What? Seriously?" he said with his mouth full.

"Y-Yeah, I couldn't b-believe it either. They're l-like… p-polar opposites. F-Fransisco got M-Mangle a b-bit after Purple j-joined the gang, or s-so I've h-heard."

"Wow… whod've thought…" Jeremy suddenly remembered what Ben told him last night. "Also, do you know why Ben hates Mangle?"

"N-No," Payton replied, "I-I don't t-talk to either of t-them much. A-Ask Ben the n-next time you see him."

The flush returned to Jeremy's face. "I-I'm not seeing him again. It was a mistake going over there."

"S-So, uh, what h-happened last night?"

"I just got tipsy and did something stupid," Jeremy said.

"L-Like what?"

"We… we kissed, OK?"

"D-Did you l-like it?"

"Yeah, with the alcohol in my system. Felt like a woman's lips, so I imagined that."

"N-Nothing to be a-a-ashamed of, y-y'know."

"It was weird…" Jeremy finished off his food and started drinking his coffee. There's no way he'd give Payton the satisfaction of going into detail or reveal what really happened. Jeremy Fitzgerald still had some dignity left.

Suddenly Jeremy's cellphone went off from the kitchen counter. Jeremy stretched his arm to grab it, then looking at the name. 'Fritz' was on the screen. Jeremy groaned and answered it.

"What's up, Fritz?" he grumbled.

'Hiya, Jer!' Fritz 's bubbly voiced chimed through the phone, 'Sorry, I'll make it quick. Heard you got lucky last night. Nice job getting with the sex god gangster!'

Jeremy felt his cheeks burn. He looked over at Payton nervously, who gave him raised eyebrows in return. 'God dammit, Fritz,' he thought.

Mangle swung open the basement door as her grand entrance. She was wearing as much makeup and jewelry as usual- a lady always had to look her best for any occasion or outing. Hooked to her arm was a worn-out Foxy, whose eye looked drained of all trace that something alive was in there. Mangled was so thrilled Foxy was behaving with that special tea she gave him. She loved it when he was a good boy. She also slipped some into the night guard's mug, so he wouldn't be any trouble.

"Hello, darlings, we're back~" she cooed to the rest of the basement dwellers. No one else looked up at her. Mangle pouted, but decided it was no use to make a fuss. She pulled Foxy along as she made it down the stairs, her heeled boots clicking loudly. "Foxy and I had such a wonderful time! He let me touch inside a lot this time, right dear~?"

Foxy barely made out a low groan. That was a good enough answer. As Mangle went to prop Foxy against the wall, she saw that the Italian man was up. She had never seen him pay attention to her before. Plus he wasn't cute like the rest of the people in the basement. Mangle didn't like the Italian man.

"Does that give you ecstasy, you demented witch?" Freddy growled, "Repeatedly opening his guts and kissing him while he's drugged?"

"Oh, it's so much fun," Mangle replied, "It's all fun and games, isn't it Foxy~?"

Foxy looked completely out of touch with reality, so he nodded. Freddy clenched his teeth and sat up from his hunched position.

"You sicken me. I know I'll be seeing you in hell soon enough."

Mangle frowned and walked over to Freddy. She looked down upon him and tilted her head with confusion. "And why's that, dear?" she asked. Her voice was not bubble anymore.

"Because you're a deranged psychopath who gets pleasure out of the torturing of others!" Freddy snarled, "You think this is all a game, don't you? And you must be a witch, considering how you're magically able to revive him, you-"

Freddy was cut off by the heel of Mangle's boot crushing his hand. Freddy let out a grunt and Italian swear of pain, but didn't want to give Mangle the pleasure of hearing him howl with pain, despite how badly it hurt. It was what she wanted.

"I don't like that tone of voice, mister," Mangle said, her words very held back and almost trembling. She dug her heel harder into Freddy's hand. Freddy could now feel blood pooling around the heel. "I would play with you, but you're naughty. Naughty boys must be punished."

After a little bit more of digging, Mangle released Freddy's hand. Freddy grabbed it and held it close to his chest, not caring about the blood staining his shirt. He would be glad if he bled out from this.

"I'll come back with bandages, and you better say sorry when I get back, or you'll be very sorry," Mangle order, turning around and going up the stairs. Freddy heard the door close shut and he fell onto his side.

He woke up Bonnie and Chica from sleep with his wail of pain.