Millie sighed, jotting down whatever random notes she could, whatever seemed even close to relevant as the teacher droned on about whatever useless topic he was on about now. Something to do with some guy named Geoffrey or Henry, Millie wasn't sure and she was struggling to find any energy to care. "So, Mildred," a voice giggled; Millie turned to see Tabitha, one of her classmates eyeing her with a smirk, "I hear the quarterback of the high school football team is planning a party this weekend at your family's restaurant for his little brother's birthday. I don't suppose you got an invitation, did you?"

"Why would I?" Millie asked, "His little brother is turning nine years old this Saturday. It would be kind of odd for a guy, a high school junior, to invite some random thirteen year old he doesn't even know to a party for tween-agers." "Oh, poor thing," Tabitha said in a fake, sad tone, "Always the host, but never the guest. Seems rather sad to own one of the hottest birthday party places in the whole city and never get invited to a single birthday party."

"Stick it," Millie huffed, "I stopped giving a darn what you think of me after third grade. Do yourself a favor and shut up." Tabitha scoffed, raising her hand and getting the teacher's attention, "Mr. Hunter, Mildred just told me to shut up when I wasn't even talking to her." "Wow, how pathetic is that? Bonnie is a better liar than you." Millie huffed, "Mr. Hunter, why would I even bother looking at this walking crazy if she wasn't talking to me?"

"A fair question, McPherson," Mr. Hunter droned, "One that I frankly don't care to know the answer to. Now keep quiet and pay attention. This information will be on your next exam and I will not repeat myself. And Miss Hill, if you don't want to find yourself serving detention… again, you'll stop harassing your classmates and start focusing on my lecture. Now… where was I? Ah, yes, now I remember."

"Great, thanks a lot, McPherson." Tabitha hissed. "You did it to yourself," Millie whispered, "Now shove off. Some of us would like to hear the teacher's lecture. I don't know about you, but I for one would prefer to not have to repeat the eighth grade."

Tabitha huffed and crossed her arms, glaring at Millie with an angry scowl. Tabitha got a mischievous smirk on her face as she grabbed her backpack, rooting around until she found her lunch bag, pulling out her PB&J sandwich. "Detention or no detention," Tabitha whispered, winding back to throw the sandwich at Millie's head, "The look on her face is going to be so worth it."

Tabitha gasped as she flung her arm forward, but nothing happened; her sandwich had seemingly vanished. She knew she had it, she knew she threw it. Tabitha looked around, feeling a chill run down her spine as she looked up and saw it seemingly floating in midair. She reached up to try to grab it, only for it to fly up and come down hard, landing on her face and head and bringing out a screech from the girl as peanut butter and jelly spread through her bleached blonde hair.

The whole class exploded into laughter as Tabitha ranted and screamed incoherent nonsense, pointing at Millie and said, "YOU! What did you do!?" "The heck are you getting angry at me for? By the looks of things, it was your own dumb plan that backfired." Millie huffed, "Let me guess, the old PB&J catapult? Wow. Like I said, pathetic."

"Alright, Miss Hill," Mr. Hunter sighed, "Go to the principal's office… right now." "What!? B-but, but I didn't do," "Now, Miss Hill." Mr. Hunter pressed, "The longer you stand here and attempt to argue, the longer you'll have to wait before you can wash the peanut butter out of your hair. Now, march. And don't give me any more of your lip, young lady." Tabitha roared and grabbed her stuff, and stormed out of the classroom just as the bell rang. "Alright, students. I hope you were able to absorb at least a fraction of the information presented today. Best of luck on your studies and on the exam next week. Something tells me you're going to need it."

Millie sighed, gathering her things as the other kids snagged their stuff and ran out of the room, followed by Mr. Hunter who told Millie not to dawdle and get out quickly before she missed the bus. Millie sighed, rolling her eyes as the teacher left; she crossed her arms and smiled as she let out a laugh and said, "Alright, Foxy. You can come out, now."

"Yar-har-har-har! Yarg!" Foxy laughed as he floated up out from underneath the teacher's desk and phased into view, his translucent purple form glitching as he walked through the desk and stood in front of Millie, "How wiz that, lassie? Ah'd say that lil' wench will think twice afore trying to pull a stunt li'ah' again."

"Here's hoping," Millie groaned, "What're you doing here, anyway, Fox? Shouldn't you be back at the pizzeria entertaining crazy tweens?" "Nah. The band's fairing just fine without me, anyway." Foxy dismissed, "'Sides, ye know how I feel about leaving ye alone fer too long with these… eejits."

"They're kids, Foxy," Millie laughed, "Yeah, they kind of suck, but that's part of being human." "Hoot is? Being trashy?" Foxy asked. Millie shrugged and said, "Kinda, yeah. I guess. So, how're you liking the new hook? You getting around any better since dad adjusted the wrist bolts?"

"Oh, aye. Ah deh really feel too much of a difference," Foxy sighed, lifting his right arm and showing off the hook that had been brandished onto his wrist, "Though, it do feel a wee bit mair comfortable. It dinnae grind as much against me auld metal bones." "Glad to hear it," Millie smiled, "Anyway, thanks for the backup Cap'n. I better get going before the bus takes off without me. And you'd better get back to your body before your glitching starts getting worse."

Foxy looked down as his phantasmal form began to fade and fizzle, drawing out a yelp from the fox as he jumped up and floated towards the ceiling. "Jings, crivens, and help mah boab! Yer right; Ah better bolt! Later, lassie." "Bye, Foxy." Millie waved goodbye as Foxy leapt up and phased out of the classroom through the window and vanished from view as he dashed across the quad, "Good grief," Millie sighed, giggling and shaking her head, "I love him, but… I don't think I'll ever understand that crazy old fox. Oh well."

Mackey sighed as he blew a puff of smoke into the wind, groaning as he looked around the mostly empty lot that sprawled out before him behind the pizzeria. "I knew I'd find you here. Having another fag, are we, Mackey?" Mackey turned and saw Bonnie eyeing him with a smirk as he leaned against the inside of the doorway. Mackey eyed the rabbit quizzically and said, "A what?" "You know?" Bonnie put two fingers to his lips and made a puffing noise, "A smoke?"

Mackey rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he tamped out his cigarette and said, "Don't say it like that, Bonnie. That phrase might be fine back in jolly ol' England, but here in the States it means something very different." "Whatever." Bonnie groaned, rolling his eyes. Bonnie looked up and saw a purple orb flying overhead, followed by a flash of purple light coming from inside the pizzeria as the orb dove down and entered a nearby window. "Op, looks like Foxy's back."

"Good," Mackey sighed, "Now I can give that eejit a piece of my mind." "Ugh. Oh, give over." Bonnie scoffed, "Nobody can see him, you know? Hell, we can't even see him when he's 'spirit walking,' or whatever the hell he calls it. Besides, what else is the old salt supposed to do when management keeps canceling all his shows?"

Mackey just grumbled and stormed off, leaving Bonnie alone. The rabbit shivered as he turned and looked out into the lot; two huge chained-up crates sat looming in the distance. Bonnie's teeth chattered quietly as he thumped the ground nervously, slowly backing away and slamming the door shut tight behind him.

"Blimey," Bonnie whispered, shivering hard, "I will never understand why they choose this door to come out to and have a… smoke." Bonnie's ears twitched as he turned and heard a soft clatter coming from behind the door; the rabbit growled softly as he opened the door and stuck his head out the door and scanned the area, shivering as his vision landed on the crates again. "I'm onto you! Best bugger off now, while you still can!"

"So, the rumors are true," a voice whispered as Bonnie went back inside, "The robots really are sentient." "Not to mention powerful! Probably valuable, too." Another voice chuckled, "Can you imagine how much just one of those things would go for on the black market?"

"Shut it, you idiots!" Tabitha groaned as she peered over the fence, "They were made by Fazbear Entertainment; of course the robots are super-advanced. That doesn't make them alive or anything. But… if they do have some sort of crazy powers, it must be tied to Mildred somehow. And tonight, we're going to bust in there and find out what's really going on inside that pizzeria."

"But, Tabitha, what about Georgie?" the first voice asked. "What about him?" Tabitha scoffed, "If mom and Francis are too cheap to spring for a babysitter again we'll just take him with us; no big deal. Besides, it'll give us something to throw at the robots if they go feral." "Works for me." The first voice chuckled. "So, we're meeting up back here tonight?"

"That's right," Tabitha nodded, "We meet up here at 11:30 sharp. Then, we find a way inside and get to work. Hank, you'll be our getaway driver." "Check." Hank said, giving a thumbs up. "Duke, you'll need to bring us some tools from your dad's shed. Bolt cutters, sledgehammers, anything you can fit into Hank's car's trunk. Think you can do that?" "Can do." Duke nodded. "Excellent; then it's decided," Tabitha said with a smirk, "We're breaking into Freddy N' Friend's Pizza… tonight!"