Nixus was growling under breath, once more. Once he saw Monty following Vanessa, he knew they did some fuckshit to HIS designs. He wanted Mangle to scan his diagnostics, but he was still in Safe Mode, so he was cut off from the Pizzaplex's systems.

He silently set up a Note to Mangle to autoscan his systems once he was reconnected, but for now he watched as Bonnie dragged the panic-riddled Alligator to a more quiet spot. Dull Gold passed to the retreating Vanessa, irises sharpening, a slight instinct to follow behind her. Though, he resisted the inclination, deciding that there's a few more Important matters to attend to. Namely, steal- I Mean, Borrowing, a few STAFF Bot CPU's, a Glamrock Endoskeleton, a Glamrock Personality Core, and most importantly, some red fur…

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Monty was surprised at the bunny's strength, easily dragging the newer animatronic along like a box of air. They eventually ended up at Bonnie Bowl, which made Monty's nerves raise.

The Blue Bunny quickly sat the gator down at one of the bar stools, choosing instead to hop up and sit on the bar proper. "So, about that Decommissioning, eh?"

Monty visibly wilted. "Ey ey ey, don't get that look with me, Mistah! I know what's going on in that little noggin' of yours, and I'm going to be upfront about it. It's Bullshit, Montgomery."

Monty opened his mouth to say something, but Bonnie stopped him by simply closing his mouth with a finger and thumb. "Atatatatat, none of that. I want you to think for a minute, Mont. You've seen the Security Camera footage, right? The one from the night I went missing?"

Monty nodded.

"Haven't you ever wondered how it's weird that I took Two Hours to get to Gator Golf? From Bonnie Bowl, which is a four minute elevator ride away?"

Monty's servos began running overdrive. Wait, did it? How…

"You were set up, three-card Monty, played like a Poppet on a string. Forces are at work, little buddy, I just don't know who they are…" The rabbit grumbled. "But until then," Bonnie dragged the bassist into a hug. "Yous gotta stop being so hard on yourself. You got my guitar, you got my shades, time you learn how to get my 'Tude, y'know?"

"Are… are you even speaking English right now?"

"Może?"

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Chica, after the impossibly annoying "upgrade" Vanessa and Burrows forced onto her, decided to just, wander about. She had no set location, or goal, just, move. She felt kinda restless, like the feeling some kids described to her when they had too much energy while laying in bed.

Eventually, her wandering led her to Parts And Services, mostly by accident. Not through physical damage, or anything, just her not paying attention and kneeing the Control Panel for the Atrium Express Elevator. But seeing as she was down here, might as well peek around, see if she could find something interesting. Hell, maybe she could find another board game to play with Rox. Uno is a game you can only play so many times before you become a violent sociopath, after all.

So, the chicken dug through boxes and crates, finding nothing but some old fliers, torn posters, fake food, and an Endo Foot. That was, until she noticed a box inside of a broken Holding Cell (Made in case any animatronic suffered a catastrophic breakdown in their programming.), which she carefully opened. Inside, wrapped up in plastic wrap and bubble wrap, was… a cupcake?

She had seen something like this at the bakery, but this one was much smaller. What was the name of this cupcake?

She turned it around in her hands a few times, looking over the old and faded casing, before finally spotting a faded tag, right on the bottom. "Hmmm… I think that says… Carl?" The Glamrock Chicken giggled. "That's a funny name for a Cupcake."

She did a few more onceovers on the little thing, carefully running her thumb over the teeth. "Gah!" Chica barked, the edge of one of the buck-teeth scraping her thumb, cutting through her faux-skin casing. She failed to notice a small bead of red flowing into the casing, slowly seeping into the eroded wires and batteries, rotten from sitting in a box for almost 60 years. But that little bead did something special.

The Cupcake, Carl, began to Move.

Subtly, his eyes twitched around, blinking slowly. The blue gaze lined up with Chica's own surprised orbs, and the bottom eyelids raised up in a sense of joy. "Best Friend?" the cupcake said in a fairly innocent voice for a 60 year old.

Chica cooed at the sound, hugging the Cupcake close. "Oh My Goodness, you're so cute! Look at yer' lil' cheeks!" Carl made a… purring? sound of sorts. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh, I just gotta show you to Roxy!"

"Friends?"

"Yes!"

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"ROOXXXYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY~ I FOUND A FRIEEEEEND!" Chica's voice echoed out from across the Pizzaplex as Roxy saw the chicken sprinting down the hallways at her. She skidded to a halt, an almost comedic plume of smoke coming from her heels.

"Uh, what?"

"LOOK!"

Chica shoved her hands in front of Roxy's face, forcing the one-eyed wolf to blink a few times, before finally registering the Cupcake before her.

"That… is a cupcake."

"His name is Carl!"

"O… k?"

"He's from the Old Guys! The OG Animatronics, our grandpappies!"

That got Roxy's attention, with a raised brow. Her eye crossed Carl's, who gave the best smile he could without a mouth and just eyelids. Roxy simply huffed a laugh and gave the plastic animatronic a pat.

"Cool."