*chokes on donut* Hello everyone!

Discovered another ~plot hole~ (sort of). I said they lived in Hurricane, Ohio, they actually live in Hurricane, Utah. The whole other frickin' side of the US. And after all that research on Ohio… That one's my bad, sorry.

Also, for Foxy's animatronic, I'm going to say that there's a Toy Foxy that's not Mangle. Just for this story.

Reviews time!

mixsii: it's in there, you just have to read it.

Onto the chapter!

Chapter 31

Chica Bakes Pancakes (For A Princess)

Chica bounced out of the kitchen, carrying a delicious stack of waffles. Syrup dripped down them, and they were topped with luscious red strawberries. Today was their movie day, which meant that it started off with a generous helping of waffles, courtesy of Chica.

She set the plates and various forms of cutlery in front of everyone, then dished out the waffles. Everyone dug in. It was mostly silent for a while, everyone enjoying their waffles, when Foxy broke in.

"So listen," Foxy said over a mouthful of waffle. "I was thinking that maybe us lot could all rewatch Pirates of the Car-"

"NO." Was the answer from everyone at the table. They'd all seen that series about twelve times, Foxy had seen it probably thirty. They had to spend their money wisely, and only select a specific few. They were each given a certain amount of money to spend on movies, and Foxy picked so many pirate-themed ones, that a Scottish accent was burned into their thoughts.

"Aye, tough crowd. Well, how about Muppets: Treasure-"

"NO! No more pirate themed movies! How about Mean Girls? We haven't seen that in a while." Mangle suggested. Mean Girls was her favourite movie, and she took every opportunity she got to watch it with her friends.

Freddy shrugged.

"I dunno. I wasn't too big on that one, and I don't think Bonnie liked it." He paused. "Where is Bonnie, anyway?"

Chica looked around. No Bonnie in sight. "That's weird. He never misses Waffle Fridays. Especially because today is a day off."

Foxy snatched another waffle and stood up.

"Let's go to his chamber. Maybe that scallywag just slept in."

Chamber? Oh, room. Sometimes Foxy's pirate language made no sense to them.

Freddy knocked on his door.

"Bonnieeee? It's Waffle Friiiidayyyy!" Freddy sing-songed. Usually that would make anyone leap out of bed and dash to the kitchen, but there wasn't a single sound from Bonnie.

Freddy creaked the door open. The five animatronics stepped inside and peered at the sleeping figure of Bonnie.

Chica nudged him.

"Bonnie? It's time to get up."

Foxy waved a waffle under his nose. "Waaaaaffles. Waaaaaffles!" He wailed like a ghost in a cheap haunted house.

Well, that got his attention. Bonnie sprang up with a wide grin plastered onto his face.

"Ohhh, hello everyone. You all look absolutely splendiferous! What a lovely night. Look at all those starsss!" He squealed, pointing at his very much starless gray ceiling.

Everyone exchanged looks. Something was off.

"Um, well, let's go take a seat at the table!" Mangle suggested, patting his arm.

Bonnie leaped out of bed. "Yay! I love tables. They're like horsies. I love horsies. They have such beautiful tentacles, and their cheese is delectable! Hey, how is a raven like a writing desk?" He gasped suddenly. "Birdie!"

Something was definitely off.

Mangle looked at him closely. "Is he...drunk? Freddy, what did you do to him?"

Freddy shook his head. "I don't know...he just woke up now, and he's clearly not hungover. Plus, where would he even get alcohol? This is a kids pizzeria."

Bonnie ran over to Chica and booped her nose. She flinched and backed away. Bonnie gasped.

"Birdie nooo! Come baaaack! You've got such pretty green feathers, and shiny pink tail, and...and…"

With that, he fell on the floor, his arms and legs stretched out like a fluffy blue cat in a nice warm sunbeam. He immediately dozed off and began to snore.

Something was most certainly off.

Freddy felt his forehead and nodded. "Yep. I think he's got a fever."

Foxy tilted his head to the side. "Can we even get fevers? I thought it wasn't possible, because of the whole robot malarkey."

Freddy shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe he short-circuited, or something to do with his wiring in the suit? That wouldn't really make sense though, because he's in his ghost form."

Chica nodded, then gasped. "Oh, I think he's waking up."

And Bonnie was indeed waking up, only this time, he had a stern look on his face. He ruffled his hair and lifted his nose in the air like some kind of royal snob.

"I am Princess Bon-Bon. You must all do as I say, or I will chop off your heads and feed them to the goats."

Mangle began to laugh and held up her sparkly rose-pink-and-white phone.

"I'm-"

Bonnie put a finger over her lips. Mangle was silent.

"Shush! You must not talk unless I say you can, peasant. Now go make me some more waffles. All of you! Get out!"

Bonnie put his hands on his hips like a cliche popular girl in a cheesy movie. Everyone scrambled out of the room, obeying the princesses' orders.

~lll~

Bonnie came skipping out in a fluffy, white, floor length dress, complete with layers and layers of white tulle and a sequined chest. He was wearing a plastic tiara studded with fake pink gems. On his cheeks were a few pink rhinestones that he'd probably stolen from Chica's art supply kit. He looked...shiny. Chica couldn't even remember where they'd gotten the dress.

Mangle snorted behind her hand, which she'd slapped over her mouth to keep her from laughing. Which ultimately failed.

"Oh my God, I'm totally going to film this." Mangle giggled, pulling out her phone and hitting record.

Bonnie picked up a fork and walked over to Freddy.

"You there!" He called. "Fetch me some more waffles!" He adjusted the tiara on his head and glared.

Freddy saluted.

"As you wish, princess!"

He wandered over to where Chica was furiously cooking away, whisking the batter with one hand, flipping pancakes on the stove with the other.

"Hey, I need some more waffles." Freddy asked.

Chica froze. She turned to the three stacks of flat brown pancakes she'd cooked. "What?"

"Wa-ffles. W-A-F-F-L-E-S. Brown grid puffy things? A breakfast food?" Freddy asked pointedly.

"Wow, was that...sarcasm I detected in The Polite Freddy's voice?" Chica teased.

Freddy rolled his eyes. "Har har. C'mon, the princess is waiting." He tapped the counter impatiently.

"Where'd we even get that dress, anyway?" Chica asked.

Freddy laughed.

"Don't you remember? When we were eleven, Foxy wanted to put on this play...something about a pirate, I dunno. And he was the pirate who teamed up with a princess- that's where the dress came in- to fight an evil enemy ship, I think that was my role. Cassidy was the princess, she did really well…" Freddy trailed off.

Chica stopped whisking for a moment. Her voice became softer when she saw the troubled look on her friend's face.

"I miss her too. Cass was an amazing actor. I think she would've gone on to be a movie star, or something."

Freddy shook his head. "Really, it was my fault, all my fault. I should've told her to go first, I should've begged her to, I should've been the one to pass the deadline, to cross over-"

"Freddy." Chica put her hand on his arm. "It wasn't your fault. Cassie knew the risks, and she got to cross over. I bet she's watching up from the afterlife, or whatever, and laughing at Bonnie being stupid right now."

Freddy smiled slightly. "I just feel like a part of me is...missing something. Like, if she was really in the afterlife, I should feel good about that, right? But I feel like...like it's not as simple as that. I don't know, maybe she didn't cross over. Maybe something happened first. Maybe when you stay over 24 hours without a body, you don't just die, you remain a ghost forever."

Chica frowned. She tried to remember that fateful day, when they were twelve. That day where everything had gone wrong.

~III~

"Smith! My best mate! You go first!"

Cassidy yelled. Susie looked around in a panic. It was almost midnight. She knew the risks. It had been the worst twenty-four hours of her life.

Last night, William, the man they'd hated the most, had broken into the pizzeria. Confused, the five had stayed in their suits. Big mistake. He came in with an axe and sliced and chopped at their suits until they were forced to turn to ghost form. Unfortunately, the five soon realized they couldn't change back.

William had just laughed when he saw their faces.

"You'll die." He sneered. "When a ghost is on Earth without a body or Remnant for over twenty-four hours, they die for real. You'll go to the afterlife soon, so say your goodbyes. You get one day."

And with that, he'd turned and left.

Of course, they'd spent most of that day panicking. But then Cassidy had a plan. Cassidy always had a plan. She was the smart one, being two years older at fourteen. If they tried to possess the new suits, the toy ones, then maybe they'd be able to stay on Earth. It was a pretty terrible way of living, but at least they'd still be able to exist.

Unfortunately, Cassidy had come up with this idea twenty-three hours and fifty-seven minutes in. So now it was a rush, a race against time, for them to figure out how to possess the suits and survive.

It was Fritz who got in first, saluting to his best friend. Cass was more of a last-name person. His body began to glow, and he disappeared into the Toy Foxy suit. He didn't move, but they all knew from experience it would take up to a month for them to gain movement and speech and other abilities.

Cassidy looked wildly back and forth, her black hair swinging. Susie had always thought Cass to be the prettiest. Fluffy, shoulder length black hair, almond-shaped golden eyes, her golden yellow sweater she loved the most.

"Silver, the Toy Bonnie animatronic is the closest, you go next!" Cassie called.

Jeremy shot a worried glance at his three remaining friends, which Susie found funny, as Jeremy never showed affection towards anyone (except Gabriel that one time), but he jumped in anyways.

Cassidy turned to Susie.

"Dawson-Reid, you're next."

Susie took a look at the Toy Chica suit. Hmm. A rather scandalous outfit for something dubbed kid-friendly, but she could add a puffy skirt and that would fix the look up.

Susie took a deep breath, and jumped in.

It took a minute to fully gain consciousness. It was dark. And she couldn't move, but she could just barely hear Cass and Gabe talking. And...ooh! If she really focused, she could see out of a crack in the beak! She shuffled down lower, peering out of the darkness.

Gabriel was looking at his watch. "Cass, we both need to go. We only have a minute left."

Cassidy shook her head. "I gotta look around first. Make sure we don't seem suspicious to the big ol' Purple Guy. Go on, Lopez, it's your turn."

Gabriel shook his head. "Seriously, hurry up. I'm not going in without you."

Cassidy picked up a stray chair. "C'mon, just get in. I'll be in in a sec, don't you worry about ol' Cass Newton." She changed her voice to a heavy Southern one, winking at him jokily.

Gabriel shook his head. "Please! We have thirty seconds!"

Cassidy threw her head back and groaned in frustration. "Oh my God, you never listen! Please, just get in the damn suit! I'll be there in a sec! Do I have to push you in?!"

Surprised by her ferocity, Gabriel complied. He jumped into the suit, his body glowing as it began the transformation.

Cassidy turned to jump into her suit, but something was wrong.

"Ow!" She yelped. "I think my hair's caught in this stupid chair!" She yanked at it, trying desperately to get it unstuck. But she was panicking, and she finally ended up ripping a chunk out.

The clock ticked down. Ten seconds.

"Cass! Get in!" Gabriel yelled. A silver tear fell down his cheek.

Cassidy shook her head.

"It's too late, Lopez. I can't make it." Tears streamed down her face, but she managed a smile. "I've done plenty in my life. Take care of the others for me, kay?"

And with a last yell from Gabriel, they were gone. Gabriel into the Toy Freddy suit. And Cassidy's body glowed a bright shade of blue, then sparkling. And her blue face was the last thing the four friends saw before they blacked out, starting a new chapter of their lives without their dear friend.

~lll~

Chica shook herself. She'd been stuck in daydream-land for a little while there. She sighed. She definitely missed Cassidy, but she knew Foxy missed her more. Him and Cass were 'best mates' as they called it, both having active imaginations and putting on plays constantly. Mangle had never met her, she was part of the second set of killings.

Trying to jolt out of that sad phase, she attempted to lighten the mood.

"Uh, I didn't make waffles. I, uh, made pancakes." She gestured to the stack of fresh, hot off the grill, pancakes.

"Oh, the princess will have your head off for this one!" Freddy teased. "I'll take them to him anyways."

Chica followed him out to see Bonnie sprawled out on a table with Mangle fanning him with various magazines, and Foxy dancing around singing a sea shanty. Mangle noticed them and stopped fanning.

"My arms are about to fall off," She groaned, panting.

Foxy looked like he was having a great time.

"He asked me to sing him something, I figured a good ol' shanty was the best way to go."

Bonnie stared at his newly arrived servants with a regal look on his face.

"Ah, I see you have brought waff- WHAT IS THIS TREACHERY?! I'LL HAVE YOU THROWN IN THE DUNGEONS. I'LL CHOP OFF YOUR HEADS AND FEED THEM TO THE DRAGONS! I'LL-"

Bonnie gasped as a piece of pancake was spooned into his mouth by Freddy. Bonnie chewed it slowly and thoughtfully, his brow creasing.

"Well, maybe pancakes aren't so bad. Servant Freddy, get me a glass of OJ to wash this down."

Freddy grinned and went to get the juice. Five minutes later, he was back with a tall frothy glass of ice cold orange juice.

"What took you so long?" Chica hissed. Freddy just winked.

"Here you go. Drink up!" Freddy grinned. Bonnie took the glass, wiped some condensed water off the side with the side of his arm, and took a long sip.

"Hmm, this is pretty good. Perhaps you can get a promotion. Head chef! As for Servant Clia-"

"Chica."

"Whatever. I say we throw you in the dungeon for a day, then put you on moose stable duty for the next month. Maybe that'll teach you not to be such an ignorant, selfish, low-minded, cotton-headed piece of goat-"

Bonnie suddenly collapsed, a limp hand flung against his chest. He began to snore contently.

Freddy hauled him up on his shoulders and turned to his friends, who were watching him closely.

"I slipped some medicine into his drink. It should cure the fever, but he'll be tired and kinda dizzy for the rest of the day. I'll put him to bed." Freddy explained.

Chica nodded and gave a thumbs up. Mangle ended her video reluctantly. Foxy kept on singing.

"No thank you, I don't like mustard on my turnips…" Bonnie mumbled sleepily. Everyone looked at each other and burst into quiet laughter, as to not wake him.

"C'mon Sleeping Beauty, let's get to the sleeping quarters," Freddy hummed, wandering off to the left hallway.

Mangle snickered to herself as she watched the video.

"Oh, I can't wait to see his reaction."

A/N

I stg, this book has a mind of its own. This is how the making of this chapter went:

Brain: hm, hm, *insert minecraft parody of your choice*

Hands: ok, let's write a light, funny chapter, with some totally not drunk Bonnie.

Book: so, angst?

Hands: you must not have heard me right, I said fluff?

Book: what you mean is three hundred words of angst.

Hands: no! This book already has too much of that!

Book: okay, angst, coming right up!

Hands: brain, you hearing this?

Brain: haha…beans.

also I dyed my hair yesterday, and everyone says I look like an e-girl now. that was fun.

Bye y'all!

~ghost