This chapter is very educational. Be warned.

Reviews!

MoonTheMagical: I've always wanted to try octopus, but I haven't yet, although I think I tried a little of my uncle's when I was six. I don't really remember how it tasted though. Now I want sushi...

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Naughtycat9: happy belated birthday to your dad! Oh, and I stayed up last night reading Turtles All The Way Down, and I loved it! It was so well written, and I loved all the characters! Especially Daisy, I liked that she was a fanfiction writer ;)

SomeRandomRobo: Woah, mushroom ice cream? That sounds weirdly good. I'm impressed that an ice cream place would have that.

EnterUsername270: Huh, I tried that once. I didn't like it much, I was pretty young though, I might try it again. (Future me here: I tried it and it was good!)

Enjoy the chapter!

Chapter 55

Friendly Bonding Sessions

The day started off like any other. Mari was racing toy cars with Jojo and Malcolm. Foxy, Mangle, and Chica were playing Old Maid, with Bonnie and Freddy reading or listening to audiobooks. And then of course, Cassidy and Springtrap stormed in, bickering with each other.

"You stole my book! I was in the middle of reading it!" Cassidy yelled furiously at Springtrap, who was holding a small white-and-red hardcover that read Murder Man From Murderville. He shook his head.

"No you weren't! I saw you, you were basically finished. I just wanted to, y'know, read it! It looked good! Can't you lend a good book to your old friend, Cassie?" He teased her.

Cassidy stamped her foot.

"Are you kidding me? Shut the hell up, don't even try and pretend we're friends. Give it back or I'll shove you in a moldy animatronic suit and set it off with water!"

Springtrap grinned. "Already did that, sweetie. Not gonna work again."

Cassidy groaned. "Ugh, shut up! God, you're so infuriating!"

"That's the point." Springtrap replied, flipping to the back of the book. "Ooh! Okay. How about I spoil it for you? 'Mia stared at the tall figure in shock and utter horror. No. It couldn't be! The murderer was none other than…'"

Cassidy slapped her hands over her ears and hummed. "LALALAL

ALA CAN'T HEAR A WORD YOU'RE SAYING!" After a few seconds, she timidly pulled her hands off.

Springtrap gasped, placing a hand over his mouth in mock surprise. "'Riley Jacobs, her brother'! Wow, I did not see that one coming. But I guess you will now! Ha-ha-ha-ha." He cackled, holding the book far out of her reach.

Cassidy knotted her hands through her fluffy black hair and shouted in frustration, a combination of nonsense, then turned back to Springtrap in a fit of rage. "OH MY GOD. I HATE YOU! That was literally the best twist ending and you freaking ruined it! You absolute horrible evil piece of-"

"ALRIGHT, THAT'S IT!" Freddy stood up, slamming his hands down on the table, shooting his fiery blue stare at them. "I have had it with your immature bickering! I didn't want to have to do this, but you two leave me with no choice."

Cassidy and Springtrap cast a worried glance at him. "What are you going to do?"

Freddy narrowed his eyes, a dangerous flash in them.

"Welcome to…"

-lll-

"Freddy Fazbear's Epic Trivia Contest And Bonding Session!" Freddy cheered, doing a dramatic twirl. He paused. "Might have to work on the name."

Cassidy whirled around in wonder. Freddy himself was wearing a shiny, sparkly magenta suit that reflected neon light off of him like a wearable disco ball. The stage was set with lights, colourful decorations, and two desks with red buttons on them. Cassidy was behind one desk, with Springtrap on the other. There was a strange glass box to the side of the stage, she wondered what that was all about.

Freddy gestured to the audience with his fake microphone. "Lovely crowd tonight, really!"

Everyone applauded cheerfully. Freddy held up his hand.

"Please, please. More applause!"

The approximately seven people in the audience shared looks and clapped faster and harder until their palms stung. Foxy cupped his hands over his mouth and whistled.

Freddy turned to address the two people confused on stage.

"Please welcome our guests, Cassidy and Springtrap!"

Applause broke out yet again, with a couple cheers thrown at them for good measure.

Cassidy blinked. "What are we doing here? And why are you talking like that? And why is your suit so needlessly sparkly?"

Freddy grinned. "Glad you asked! You two are here because you are both acting like annoying little children!"

Jojo frowned. "Hey!"

Freddy waved her off. "Annoying little brats, whatever. And for the last two of your questions, it's for drama! Springtrap knows what that's about."

Springtrap sighed dramatically. "I do, in fact. You know, I had the lead role in our high school adaptation of-"

"Birds: Love Is In The Air." Everyone chorused in a monotone droll. They'd heard him brag about this countless times.

Freddy laughed. "Anyways, let me explain. This is a friendly bonding session for the two of you! I'll ask you two a series of trivia questions, and whoever answers the most answers right by hitting that button wins the game!"

Springtrap snorted. "What, do you want us to do trust falls too?"

Freddy shrugged.

"Sure! Go ahead."

Cassidy rolled her inky black eyes. "I'll just fall right through him, dumbass."

"Which brings us to our first rule!" Freddy slid over to the mysterious glass box and slapped a paper sign onto it. Cassidy read it off. 'Swear Box'.

Springtrap squinted. "What's that say, 'woodpecker'?"

Cassidy stared at him in disbelief. "I think you need glasses, old hag."

Springtrap made a not-so-nice hand gesture behind Freddy's back.

"If any of you swear, you must wear the Swear Cap and sit in this box for thirty seconds while the other person answers questions." Freddy explained.

Cassidy sighed. She supposed that was fair.

"Ready to start?" Freddy asked. Cassidy nodded, preparing herself and putting on her game face as if it was a Halloween mask and she was trick-or-treating again.

"Okay! First question. Who is the author of The Hunger Games?"

Springtrap wrinkled his brow in confusion, but Cassidy slammed her palm onto the red button.

"Suzanne Collins! I love those books." Cassidy cheered. Freddy gestured to Bonnie and a dinging sound played.

"Corrreeeect! One point for Cassidy!" He drew a line on his notepad with a flourish.

Springtrap frowned. "Shoot. I guess I am out of touch with kids these days."

Freddy switched to the next notecard. "Okay. Next question. How many species of bats are there?"

They both thought, stumped. Cassidy vaguely recalled learning about bats in school, but it was too long ago to fully grasp and hold onto.

From the audience, Jojo was bouncing up and down. Obviously she knew the answer. Then again, she spent most of her time on the nature channel, so it made sense.

Hm...there were those freaky vampire bats, right? And then insect bats, fruit bats, and she was pretty sure there were even fish bats. So...four? Maybe a few more?

Cassidy hit the button, figuring she should just guess it. "Twelve?"

A buzzing sound emitted from the side of the stage. Freddy winced.

"Ooo! Sorry, but that is incorrect. Springtrap?"

Springtrap shrugged. "I dunno, thirteen? Can't be many of those flying devils, right?"

The buzzing sound rang out again, and Freddy laughed.

"Incorrect as well! The answer is 1,300 different species of bats! Ten of which live right here in Utah."

"WHAT?!" Both contestants yelled at the same time. Cassidy shook her head.

"That can't be right! That's absurd! There's like, four different things they eat. Why don't they just divide them by that?"

Freddy shrugged. "Ask the scientists. Okay, third question. What year was Pluto declared 'not a planet'?"

Both Springtrap and Cassidy smashed their button down, but Springtrap hit it almost a millisecond earlier. At least, according to Freddy, who pointed to him with the microphone.

"Springtrap?"

"August of 2006." Springtrap said with a smug grin.

"Ding ding ding! You are correct! One point for you." Freddy cheered. Cassidy groaned. "ARG! Godda...ng. Dang." No swearing. She was perfectly calm. She was like one of those weird meditation videos she'd seen Mari watch. And Mari was always calm, so if it worked for her, it could work for Cassidy too.

Springtrap stuck out his tongue at her and leaned over on his desk. Freddy read off the next card.

"Fourth question. What is the Canadian postal code for mailing a letter to Santa Claus?"

Cassidy frowned. What? Who would know that? They were in America, they had no use for that. But surprisingly enough, Springtrap pressed the button.

"HO OHO." He said.

"Correct! I'm impressed. How did you know that?"

Springtrap had a faraway look in his eyes. "Oh, I'm pretty sure Elizabeth told me at some point. She was very adamant about mailing that letter, even when her brothers told her Santa didn't exist."

"What'd you do with the letter?" Chica asked curiously. Springtrap laughed.

"Used it as kindling."

Everyone stared at him.

Springtrap raised his hands defensively.

"What? It was effective. Plus, it was full of stupid stuff like 'please help me kill my dumb family'. And her just begging for money and stuff. Now that I think about it, she was really spoiled."

Freddy nodded slowly.

"O-kay...anyways. Two in a row! Cassidy, you'd better catch up!"

Cassidy narrowed her eyes. "Don't remind me." She turned to Springtrap. "I'm going to rip your eyes out and feed them to a horse, then I'm going to find and break your charger so it only works at an angle."

Springtrap rolled his gray eyes. "Oh, go hang yourself."

Cassidy's dark gaze didn't waver. "Maybe I will. It'd be a zillion times better than spending another second with your pathetic murdering self." She spat.

"Jesus Christ, you two. Tone it down." Freddy chided, blue eyes wide.

Cassidy grinned evilly. "Can't throw me in the Swear Box though, can you."

Freddy sighed. "I suppose I can't, but seriously, there are children present. You're making this way, way, way more explicit than it needs to be."

Springtrap adjusted himself. No, literally, he adjusted his arm. He technically had robot parts, so Cassidy suppose it made sense. Still a little freaky.

"Fine then. Let's do this."

They went back and forth, answering questions about celebrities, famous books and movies, country and state capitals, and facts about nature. They were neck at neck, and more or less wanting to cut off each other's necks. Until it came down to the final question. They were both sitting at twelve points. Whoever won this would win the game, and get the glory.

Freddy read the final notecard off. "Alright. It's a word problem. An electric motor makes 3,000 revolutions per minutes. How many degrees does it rotate in one second? Pencils and paper have been provided on the desk."

Oh no. Math. She barely payed attention when Freddy went off on his math rampant. This wasn't too hard, was it? It was a multiplication problem. Just multiply it by this, take into count the 360 degrees, add this and…

NO!

Springtrap hit the button. He was like what, fifty? He had way more years of math than she did. Plus, he was an engineer. He literally built robots! Springtrap did math all the time.

Freddy turned to him. "Springtrap?"

He grinned maliciously, staring right at Cassidy. She grumbled and looked away.

"12,000 degrees per second." He said, an air of smugness to his words. Freddy flipped up the bottom of the card and frowned.

"I'm sorry, Springtrap, but that is incorrect."

Springtrap's smirk dropped. He looked in panic over to the girl in front of him, who's turn it was to be smug.

"Cassidy? If you get this, you'll win all the glory and bragging rights." Freddy told her.

Cassidy nodded, quickly running over the problem in her head. Add that, multiply it by that...yup. It all checked out, she just hoped she didn't mess up or forget a step, which she tended to do. Rush over parts and end up paying the consequences.

"The answer is...18,000 degrees per second."

Cassidy held her nonexistent breath. Springtrap held his nonexistent breath. Everyone in the audience held their nonexistent breath in anticipation of what was to come.

Freddy sighed in disappointment. "I'm sorry, Cassidy, but…"

He broke into a wide smile.

"You win!"

There was a momentary pause of silence and then the audience erupted into cheers! Cassidy laughed. She'd done it! She beat stupid Springtrap! And all without swearing...dang, that was legitimately

impressive, at least for her.

Springtrap threw his pencil to the ground. The pencil graphite from the tip snapped and fell the the floor.

"Goddammit! Ah, I almost had it! Stupid bloody math!" He cursed in frustration.

Everyone stared at him again.

Freddy pointed to him with the microphone, sparkles dancing off his long sleeves. "THIRTY SECONDS IN THE SWEAR BOX!" He yelled cheerfully.

Springtrap groaned. "Oh, screw you all. Seriously, go choke on a kn-"

"One minute. Care to continue your lovely sentence and make it two?" Freddy quipped.

Springtrap muttered something unpleasant under his breath as he was lead to the glass box. A colourful rainbow clown hat decorated with glitter glue and cheerful stickers was placed on his head. Jojo and Malcolm smiled, pride radiating off them.

"We made that." Malcolm told them. Cassidy nodded solemnly.

"It's stunning. Really goes with your whole...trash rabbit...thing." She waved her hand around, a smirk plastered on her face.

Springtrap glared daggers at them.

"The second I get out of this, I'm taping your books to a wall and spray-painting them with your blood."

Cassidy's grin widened. Please. She'd proven today that she could beat him, easily in fact. She'd take any chance she got to rub it in his face. And maybe...maybe Freddy was right. Maybe she could tolerate him. It would make life here a bit easier.

But then, a little healthy competition never hurt anyone, right?

"You'll just have to try, maggot-brain."

"Ten second head start before I rip your skull open."

"You're the only one who has a physical form, ya dummy."

"Five."

"Ooh, I'm so scared!"

"Four."

"The easter bunny's got some competition now."

"Three."

"You'll never find where I've hidden my books, anyways. Your brain's stuffed with cotton."

"Two."

"Two's my favourite number!"

"One."

"Jeez, I'm going. No need for dramatics."

There was a smashing of glass and they were off. Still enemies, but maybe less than that now.

After all, this bonding session was nothing but friendly, right?

A/N

Completely friendly. Nothing wrong here. Only compliments shared in hushed whispers. No yelling allowed.

Well, that was fun! Hopefully you guys learned something here. See, this book is educational. You can show it off in school and teach the kindergarteners something! (please don't do that I'll get arrested).

Also, I'm sort of running out of ideas? I still have a few, and I know what I'm doing with this story, but a lot of these ideas will work better later on, like the Halloween chapter and such. So, if you guys have any ideas for filler chapters, just let me know and I'll most likely turn them into chapters. You've all got some pretty good ideas.

Have a great day/night, and remember to feed your windows!

~Ghost