As he approached, he could hear the swiping of claws, the ripping of wallpaper, the growling of the alligator. Best to save him for last. He'll probably enjoy the news anyways. Its been a nice night. If it's going to get ruined I want it ruined at 5am at the very least. As he slowly walked by, the playing of electric guitar came into earshot.

The tone in question sounded familiar to Cooper, 80s rock, typical for this establishment. He thought he heard Sweet Child o' Mine by Guns and Roses, but he couldn't be sure through the thick walls and glass. He attempted to peek into Chica's room through the glass, but her curtains were closed.

He went up to the door and knocked loudly. There wasn't a response, and the guitar had not died down yet. He knocked again but louder. Still nothing. This time, he turned his hand into a fist and banged loudly. The guitar playing died down, and footsteps creeped up to the door until it opened.

"Hi night guard." Chica said with a rather uninterested tone. "Roxy had enough of yah?" She said sarcastically. She held her guitar with one hand and put her other to her hip in a rather sassy way.

"No, why would you think that?" Cooper replied.

"Because you would've spent the entire night with her, doing whatever it is you two do. Like usual." She came across as incredibly passive aggressive.

He shook his head. "Well anyways, I came to tell you some important news."

"Heh. You're getting married?" She laughed at her own joke. Cooper simply stared at her, not amused.

Chica sighed. "Come in." She ushered the night guard in and invited him to take a seat.

"What is it?" Chica asked.

"I'm leaving. And Gregory already has." He looked to the floor disappointed, once again.

Chica must've had a joke waiting, because she perked up with a smile ready to say something, before she simmered back down, realising that she shouldn't joke at a statement like that.

"Oh..." Her cheerful personality faded slightly. She became more serious.

"Why may I ask?"

"You kinda glitched and started acting out the other night, and you were-" Chica cut him off.

"Right!" His words sparked Chica's memory. "Yeah I was meaning to talk to you about that... I had no idea what came over me. Whatever it was I did, just know I'm sorry and I didn't mean it." She had said almost the exact same thing as Roxy had.

"It's fine, I get it. But you three were the reason."

"Us three?" Chica replied confused.

"You, Monty and Roxy all went insane that night. Started chasing us, you really wanted to hurt Freddy... And Gregory, and me. All three of you went vicious, like animals..." He went on.

"I get it, I get it... You don't need to make feel any more guilt than what I already feel."

"Sorry. But uh... I got blamed for it all... Cause why wouldn't I, and Gregory was found and taken to an orphanage. He's gone. Freddy is devastated. And I feel awful about it." He searched for some sympathy. Something to make him feel better.

"I-I, don't know what to say other than I'm sorry..." Chica hated the fact that she couldn't think of anything to lift his spirits, and that this was her fault. Pizza was the first thing that crossed her mind, but that wouldn't suffice.

"So you were fired because we glitched out? Or what we did when we were glitched out?"

"Pretty sure it was what you did. But it was more how I handled it I think... Even though I did what probably would've been expected of me, but they beg to differ."

"What did you do?" She sounded curious, intrigued to know more.

"Well, Gregory was in the pizza Plex for starters... That's a big no no. Umm... He crashed a go Kart... He tasered Roxy... That's like it honestly. They said I was a bad omen. They fire people off of superstitions."

Chica was baffled by what she heard.

"Gregory being here I can understand. Everything else is kinda dumb."

"I know."

"When do you leave?"

"A week."

"Do you know who's replacing you?" She asked.

"No clue."

"Well... Sorry about that." She slowly got up off her couch and continued to play her guitar from where she left off. She was no where near as impacted as Roxy was. Still a bit saddened though. It made sense. Cooper was just another night guard to come and go. She'd seen it all before. And so had Roxy, but Roxy had never been attached to anyone as much as she was with Cooper.

Cooper remained seated and watched the glamrock bird begin to jam out, this time he could hear the song clearly. It was what he thought it was. Despite having the knowledge that these guys could just about play any song in the world that Fazbear entertainment had the rights to, he was still impressed. Every note was played perfectly with ease, minimal effort or thinking power required by Glamrock Chica. In fact, Cooper swore her eyes were closed through all her swinging and swaying.

Once she was finished, Cooper applauded her. "I'm taking song requests." Her cheery nature returned. She leaned on her guitar awaiting an answer.

"Oh, uhhh... I don't know, give me a minute."

around 5 seconds passed.

"Ehh, took too long." She told him as she began to play something else.

"Wha-" He shrugged as he held his hands out in protest.

It took a while for the night guard to recognise the tune, but once he did he felt like an idiot for not recognising it sooner.

"Oh! Love this song!" He told Glamrock Chica who barely heard him.

"Yeah, Livin' on a prayer always gets the kids excited." She replied as she continued to play. She was practically shouting in order to get her words across.

Cooper began humming the tune as she played. Despite the guitar being only the backbone of the song, his brain filled in the rest of the instruments and lyrics for him. It ended up sounding like he was just listening to the song normally. Minutes passed and she finished.

"Got a song?" She asked.

"Yeah, what about The Best by Tina Turner?"

Chica paused for a moment before speaking. "Are you trying to attract Roxy?"

It took a while for the joke to sink in, but when it did Cooper responded with a laugh.

"She's changed. I think." Chica looked at him and smiled, amused by his lack of confidence.

"If she shows up at my door it's your fault."

"Would that be a bad thing?"

She hesitated. "You win this one, but next time..." She plucked a string threateningly yet light hearted as she began to play. The tune was note for note and sounded great. The night guard started to hum the tune whilst watching Glamrock Chica play. She was good, he'd give her that.

She finished the song, and no Roxy.

"Thank you for proving me right." Cooper told himself.

"If she had a mobile phone that would be her ringtone." Chica joked.

"I mean... It is a good song."

Chica shook her head and put her guitar away.

"Alright. Thanks for stopping by, and forgiving me. I'll miss you when you're gone. Now scram, It'll get awkward if you stay." She spoke genuinely. She gave him a smile and shooed him away.

"I'm going, I'm going." Cooper said as he got up to leave. "See ya." The door shut behind him as he walked off. He checked his fazwatch. It was 5:30. Should probably check back with Roxy. He thought. No time for Monty tonight. He walked back to Roxy's room and entered. Roxy was nowhere to be found in her room.

He figured she was charging, so he sat down and waited for her.

Soon the wolf emerged from a door that lead into a storage area that housed her recharge station. She walked in groggily, not noticing the night guard until she did.

"Oh, you're back." She exclaimed happily. "How were they?" She asked.

"I only saw Chica. But she was fine. Didn't really care all that much. Which is fair enough I guess. I don't really talk to her all that much."

"Why didn't you see Monty?"

"Because he's always angry, ripping and destroying stuff. I didn't have enough time either." He looked at his fazwatch. 5:40.

"I need to get going soon." He told her.

"Do you have too?" She complained. He nodded as they went to hug each other. Cooper felt tired, his nap seemingly ineffective.