"First day of APA! How we feeling?" Chica said, feeling much better after chugging several cans of Fizzy Faz (Chica brand, of course).

"I still don't see why we had to go through with this," Bonnie grumbled. "The fatass won't do a damn thing that requires him to do any actual work."

"You wanna go, motherfucker?!" Freddy roared, jumping up from his seat.

"Freddy, sit down!" Chica yelped. "Bonnie, not cool. Freddy is our friend and it's our job to bounce him back from this rough patch in his life."

"You are enabling him to remain a deadbeat!" Bonnie yelled.

"Now Freddy, let's start with you. Tell me a little about yourself." Chica said.

"You know everything about him, we were all built here," Bonnie grumbled.

"Friends? Hobbies? Maybe pets or terrible secrets you're too embarrassed to disclose?"

"YOU KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM, WE WERE ALL BUILT HERE."

"Dammit Bonnie, if you're not going to take this seriously why are you even here?!"

"Well," Freddy said. "I did get kidnapped by a retarded chicken who thought animatronic group therapy would help me get off gaming."

"Great!" Chica said. "We're making progress already. Isn't that right, Bonnie?"

Bonnie facepalmed.

"Look, this has been great fun, really it has, but I need a break from this nonsense. See ya," Freddy said, exiting the room.

"Wait! Where are you going?! We haven't talked about our feelings!" Chica yelled.

"Cool it, tits. I just need a drink. I'll be back in a minute."

"Ugh," Chica said, putting her head in her hands. "This is not going as I planned."

"Yeah, you're right. This sucks," Bonnie leaned back in a chair, sipping soda through a straw.

"You're supposed to make me feel better, you asshole!" Chica shrieked.

"May I offer a suggestion?" Mangle said, climbing down from her perch on the ceiling. "Since you guys are friends, talk to him as a friend. Make him see the value in performing again, without trying to force feelings out of him he might not actually have."

"THANK YOU!" Bonnie shouted.

"Y'know what? It's worth a shot," Chica sighed somewhat dejectedly. "Alright Bonnie, grab your guitar. We're getting the band back together."

Freddy rooted through the pizzeria's kitchen, trying to find something to snack on while Chica droned on about "feelings" and all that other hakuna-matata crap. The staff had a bad habit of leaving food out overnight, so Freddy and the gang always had something to chew on despite being physically incapable of digesting food.

"TO THE WINDOWWWWW, TO THE WALL! To the wall."

"What the fuck?!" Freddy said, dropping a Freddy Faz-Bar.

"'TIL THE SWEAT DROP DOWN MY BA-"

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" Freddy roared, stomping into the main area.

Chica stared at him, temporarily taken aback. "Well, uh, we were just, um."

"SPIT IT OUT!" Freddy yelled, looking more angry than they had ever seen him.

"We were trying to put on a performance for you, so you would come play with us again and stop playing that stupid video game!"

"I COULD HEAR YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE PIZZERIA! IF YOU'RE GOING TO SING, DO US ALL A FAVOR AND SING QUIETLY!" Freddy stomped back to his room, shoving a table into the doorway so he wouldn't be bothered again.

Bonnie glanced at Chica. She was frozen in apparent shock, cupcake close to falling out of her open hand. "Chica? You good?"

The latter snapped out of her trance, smiling at him as convincingly as she could muster. "Yeah. I'm fine. That Freddy is pretty stubborn, eh?" Bonnie nodded and looked away, but out of the corner of his vision he caught her wiping her eyes.

"Hey. Uh…we'll try again. It'll be fine," Bonnie said, putting a hand on her shoulder.

"I don't get it, Bon," Chica sighed, sitting down on the stage. "Why aren't we getting through to him? I've tried everything I know and none of it seems to be working."

"Well," Bonnie said, taking a seat next to her. "You've kinda been talking at him and not to him. He's brushing you off because he doesn't care about what you're saying, and frankly, you haven't given him a whole lot to care about."

"You're a real charmer, Bonnie," Chica replied sarcastically, pulling her knees into a hug.

"It's the truth," Bonnie said, looking her in the eyes. "If there's one thing I know about Freddy, it's that he's one stubborn son of a bitch. And you're that way, too." Chica smiled slightly. Bonnie sighed. "I know you mean well, Chica. We all do. But if you want this motherfucker to get off his ass and start pulling his own weight again, you've gotta stoop down to his level and speak to him in terms only a retard would understand."

"You're a pretty good motivational speaker, Bonnie," Chica said, rising to her feet with a grin.

"Hey, I'm just telling you what Ma…Foxy did. Some people don't see the light, and refuse to mind you, until you give 'em a swift kick in the ass and tell them to get moving."

Chica rolled her eyes. "It certainly appears so. You take the reins this time, you know him better than me. If we can get this dumb bastard to cooperate and take a load off our backs, I'll declare this mission an official success."

"That sounds more like the Chica I know," Bonnie joked. The two of them laughed as they walked down the hallway, refreshed by their little chat and ready to whip up their next diabolical scheme.