It was a lovely night. Wind blew through the barren trees, sleeping alongside the birds who commonly populated them. Leaves bristled in the cool autumn breeze. The peaceful silence was, however, quickly broken by the rage of a certain gamer bear.

"FUCK!" Toy Freddy roared at the top of his animatronic lungs. "You fucking cunt! I told you to cover my ass because this faggot won't stop spawn-camping me! Play the fucking game or blow it out your ass, you cocksucking pile of shit!"

"Freddy, pipe down!" Toy Chica shouted. "Some of us are trying to sleep!"

"Suck my dick, you godless winged hellspawn!" Freddy yelled back. "I have to maintain my platinum rank or I'll get booted from the fucking clan!"

That bear is freakin' insufferable, Chica thought while tiredly shaking her head. She and the others hadn't been able to sleep for weeks, all because of record-smashing shooter Five Fights with Mr. Thugs. Ever since then, Freddy had been locked in his room, screaming obscenities at that stupid computer monitor and forcing Bonnie and Chica to cover for him during the day. It was fine for a while, but Chica knew they'd have to put a stop to it soon or the pizzeria would soon be overrun by Mr. Thugs and his many debaucherous antics.

"No luck?" Toy Bonnie asked, lying against the stage with guitar in hand.

Chica just shook her head. They were well-accustomed to Freddy's gaming but that didn't make it any less annoying. They often found themselves nodding off during their performances, and their voices hurt constantly due to overcompensating for Freddy's absence.

"Figures. If this keeps up I might have to go in there and smash that computer myself. That'd be just what the fatass needs to wake up and start pulling his weight for a change."

"Don't," Chica warned, slumping down next to him. "It'll only make things worse."

"Well, what the hell are we supposed to do, Chica? We're working double in his own band because he decided to be an ass and play games all day like a lazy deadbeat. We're stressed and tired and we can't keep going on like this. I don't know about you, but if I hear him scream one more time while I'm trying to sleep I will personally grab his lardass and put him through the fuckin' wall."

"I'll talk to him tomorrow. Promise," Chica replied, drifting off once more. Despite Freddy's roars of frustration, she finally succumbed to her fatigue and fell into a deep sleep.

Eight hours later…

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"

Chica jolted awake with a yelp.

"It's tomorrow," Bonnie deadpanned, standing over her with arms crossed. She blinked at him, rubbing her bright blue eyes before standing up with a yawn.

"Ughhhhhhhh," she groaned. "I guess it can't be helped. Can you come with me, help get the message through to him?" Despite her confidence, she couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by Freddy's…vitriolic gameplay.

Bonnie rolled his eyes, but obliged her. Amid a stream of shouts and curses, the two walked down the hallway to Freddy's room and peeked in.

"Fucking shit! They're on me! Give me some heals I SAID GIVE ME SOME FUCKING HEALS! God damn it! Why do you have to be so goddamn fucking useless?!"

"Freddy," Chica said as she entered the room with Bonnie. "We'd like to have a…discussion about this gaming thing you've been doing."

"Not now!" Freddy yelled as he furiously banged on his keyboard. "I'm trying to capture the enemy crate and maybe I'd fucking be able to if my teammates weren't all USELESS FUCKING COCKSUCKING COMMUNIST PRICKS!"

"FREDDY!" Bonnie said as he stepped into the room. "You have a fucking problem! You've been keeping us up for weeks with that stupid game you're playing and the rest of us are sick of it! Parents are complaining because you haven't shown up to play your part in YOUR FUCKING BAND and instead are teaching their kids how not to get pussy! You're gonna quit this fucking shit right goddamn now or so help me Scott I'll personally grab you by your bowtie, swing you by your top hat, and throw you through your fucking computer monitor!"

Freddy stood up with fire in his eyes, advancing on Bonnie before pinning him against the wall with one hand.

"Get the fuck off me!" Bonnie yelled, trying in vain to remove Freddy's powerful grip from his neck.

"If you EVER. Threaten me again. I'll put your bunny ass through the wringer. What I do with MY time is MY business, and if YOU have a problem with it YOU can find another band to play in. Know your fucking place, you worthless, impotent cuck," Freddy replied as he released Bonnie and sat back down in his seat with a decisive grunt.

Chica watched this exchange open-beaked, and yanked Bonnie from the room as soon as she could before he had a chance to retort.

"This is a fucking problem!" she seethed as she pulled him into the main area of the pizzeria. "He's so addicted to that game he doesn't want to do anything else, and doesn't think he has to! We need to do something about this now!"

"Call the scrapyard?" Bonnie snarked, rubbing his aching neck.

"That's not funny, Bonnie. I don't care how you feel about it, he's our friend and we have to help him! We gotta find some way to get him off this gaming kick…but how? We don't have many options…"

"I offered a perfectly good one, but I digress," Bonnie said. "We could always get the Mangle to come down and scare him into listening. He was freaked the first day we were activated and those toddlers ripped her a new one. How does that even happen?"

"Don't call her that," Chica snapped, smirking at the memory despite herself. "That could work, but I want to stop this sort of thing from happening again in the future. He may get so addicted that even fear won't be enough to sway him from his gaming."

"Looks like we'll have to stage an intervention," Bonnie declared dramatically, taking a knee for emphasis. "We'll go in there, say "Freddy, this is an intervention", get him the help he needs and all of our problems will magically fly away."

"Great idea!" Chica crowed, clapping her hands in excitement. "That's exactly what we'll do! I'll grab Foxy and tell her the plan."

"Huh?!" Bonnie said as Chica ran off to find Mangle. "WAIT CHICA I WAS JUST JOKING" he yelled as he ran after her, forgetting in the chaos the pizzeria was supposed to be opening.