FNAF Security Breach: Whistleblower

by FrostByterFang

Sequel to Ruination. Takes place 2 years after the fall and collapse of the mega PizzaPlex. Luis' free runs into the supply depot finally catches up to him in the worst way possible: Bringing about a series of consequences that could bring trouble to the bots and the rest of the family. Vanessa meanwhile decides to orchestrate a rescue operation to save him. Full summary inside.

20. Holiday Hijinks

~Friday. Christmas Day~

DJ MUSIC MAN

That next day was a flurry of activity.

All the bots were scattered across the house doing everything they can to clean up for the party; even Monty was off his scaly behind and shoveling snow outside out of the driveway so Jacob and his family can pull in. The reptile wasn't alone either; with DJ salting it and shoveling in other areas. Sun was pulling icicles from the roof's overhang- using his nimble body to his advantage to move across the two story structure. Roxy had run the vehicles a bit to keep them from freezing entirely and went to helping the jester; bracing the ladder and using her eyes (and nose of course) to keep watch for anything suspicious.

Freddy and Chica were in the house cooking and setting up the table. Bonnie was cleaning across the house in general by sweeping (he didn't vacuum sometimes- due to his hearing being what it is and he tolerating only so much of the device's roaring. It also spooked him sometimes- embarrassing notion that it is). Cassie would come in behind him with the dustpan and get what he swept; meanwhile Vanessa was coming in with a mop behind the two of them. Luis set a cheap cam in the garage to watch Vanny's computer module; eyeballing her from his tablet and having prepped some of the bots today in the early morn with basic repairs and routine maintenance.

This was a slow process; as each bot took half an hour to do depending on the status. Some of them hadn't been done yet- like Monty and DJ himself. Gregory had helped with the care, and now the boy was cleaning up the bed room so he can make room for Jacob and will be back in the garage to finish maintaining the bots later. He'd try to assist with the bots and swap back to his quarters; being ever busy. Cassie would finish her floor duty and maintain them next.

This was interesting for DJ; experiencing a home life like this hadn't been what he's ever banked on or could ever imagine. Every day since his awakening, he's been learning and watching; assimilating a lot of foreign stimulus and learning what being human was about. He wasn't living like a prop or a bot; but like a being. Freddy had even lent him some of his philosophy books for further tutelage (who knew the bear was so into these topics? It had been a pleasant and alien surprise for the bot to see Freddy so enamored with these subjects). Indeed, DJ found the subjects very fascinating and worthwhile venturing into himself- seeing as he was learning his place in the world and what being an individual meant to him.

Apparently Freddy had been... spurred, for lack of better word, into the research of the mind ever since he's seen this one room in the PizzaPlex- the endo baby room. He admitted to DJ that he's questioned his existence here and there despite Vanessa's assurance that experience will ultimately be what sets him apart from other Freddys. Ever since meeting the polar bear version of himself, Freddy had resolutely taken to reading and some mild reticence as if to contemplate his place in life. He got into odd books all the time; asking Vanessa and Luis to go to the bookstore sometimes so he can find another to sink his teeth into.

DJ was very interested in the topics as well; having sat and talked with Freddy about some of the material he's read in these tomes. They brought up a lot of matters involving the worth of one's life and how they experience it; and more often than not, DJ found himself craving more on the matter. He and Freddy wanted some books on robotics too; to see more of what robots outside of the PizzaPlex were used for. If A.I existed in just a children's establishment, what's to say there ain't more bots like them?

DJ and Freddy researched it and used the computer sometimes; finding videos on the matter and more often than not, being left disquieted by the treatment of man and their machine tools. While their tools had no emotions, it made DJ cringe to see a man shoving a walking bot around to 'test it' and deliberately go out of their way to be an obstruction to that bot's directive. He's seen way too many of those videos on the 'internet' and turned his nose from it sometimes when it got too hard to look at. It sadly also reminded him of being in the PizzaPlex; where staff had done much of the same thing.

People just aren't kind to robots. The behavior in the PizzaPlex was one thing- but seeing this sort of abuse so prevalently outside of it has made the bots here far more hesitant of showing themselves sometimes- and by extension, were grateful for the life they had now. DJ knew he and the others already frightened some children just by existing- having made a few children in his time run off screaming at the GIANT FREAKISH CLOWN SPIDER in the arcade crawling along the ceiling like he belonged up there. Animatronics were intimidating by themselves- but being A.I on top of all that? Or being a GIANT version of these two things? Or being a giant, robotic A.I SPIDER with clown paint defying all laws of physics? Of course DJ was frightening- he understood that much. He literally captured several people's phobias in just a glance.

But this was no longer the case. Now, every time he went outside with the others, while people stared, it wasn't with the same amount of trepidation or anxiety. Sure, there was some awe and astonishment- those were not in short supply, but no longer did he see fear or disgust for the most part.

On another note, people hated that there's something smarter and stronger than themselves in this world and fought to become the apex in the pecking order. It is simply nature to them in that aspect- so to make the bots the way they did was inevitable in the facet that they will treat the bots as subservient plebians to be brought under heel. Humans will do what they can to make the bots listen- some way or another.

Again, he was glad this wasn't the case here. He hadn't been awake too long, but he already loved this life more than any other he's could've had before. He appreciated being given advanced processing and a better means of mobility. He appreciated being allowed to think for himself. He appreciated the ability to educate himself- something the staff at the PizzaPlex never bothered to do; for fear of their bots growing restless and ornery.

Sadly, their 'caution' had the adverse effect: Making the bots dumbed down only made them more frustrated with being so controlling of their time only stressed them out. Why make them so smart then? To that, DJ didn't know; as it seems making the bots as advanced as they are and restricting their privileges will only inevitably end badly.

Tangents aside, he finished his work outside and came back in to thaw out; sitting in front of the hearth to do so. He had no fur coats; and getting a coat for him that can not only fit, but accommodate his extra set of arms too would take time. Vanessa and Luis told him not to worry however; as they were working on a custom order size for him and will get back to him with varying sets of clothing whenever they can. For now, large vests with even larger side holes will have to do.

As it were, he was relaxing by the fire while listening to piano music from a player nearby; something Vanessa set up just for them to set the mood for whenever they took to reading. Some pieces he especially liked were from foreign movies like 'Ghibli' or something- a studio of some sort whose notable for making legendary pieces. Frankly, DJ adored the sounds and could almost fall asleep to them- and he HAS a few times! The mood this house had whenever it wasn't being chaotic was entrancing and welcomed; lulling in every way.

He wouldn't trade this for the world.

He pulled some of the ice off his joints, pausing when Roxy shot her head into the doorway and hollered, "The Wilsons are here! Chica- get the food ready!"

"I got it," she called from the kitchen.

Sun was seen rushing in next; likely to help the hen out. He was barely taking anytime to remove the snow from his thin shoulders; muttering to himself inaudibly. DJ didn't move, staying focused on thawing out and watching for the moment the otherwise normal family would come in. The novel idea of doing something so normal was baffling to him; and not for the first time, the bot ended up thinking back on his days in the PizzaPlex and what they did whenever holidays rolled by:

The PizzaPlex would get covered in certain decorations and have a row of Christmas trees lining the atrium; something DJ himself never saw but Freddy told him about. DJ was only lucky enough to see some of these decorations in just the arcade where he dwelled; including lines of tinsel and garish orbs hanging from the railing. Certain tracks of music were removed so the make way for Fazbear Entertainment's one exception to the 'copyright' rule; certain holiday pieces like 'Jingle Bells' and others. These low-toned pieces would play on loop sometimes; somewhat driving the bots a bit nutty at times.

And speaking of the bots... they would be prompted to wear some of the only bit of clothing they had that season; with Freddy dressing like Santa Claus with the large red coat and his magnetic top hat replaced with Santa's own long one. The other bots were dressed similarly; and were told to perform a little differently during those times. Admittedly, it wasn't so bad even though it can be monotonous.

DJ looked at the tree now, completely laden with gifts on the bottom and stacked so high, some of the presents around its base were level with its middle! Everyone in the house had a gift or two; maybe more if you were the kids. DJ was further pleased to see even HE got something there. That flattered him more than he can fathom; never having been given anything in his entire life. He honestly felt childishly happy thinking of opening the presents shortly.

He jolted when he heard "MURREEE CHRIZZZZMASSSS!"

Jacob came rushing in like a violent tempest. He was a vibrating, rioting, colorful ball of nerves wearing a tacky Christmas sweater that blurred and distorted reality around him like an angry black hole as he flew across the house in an effort to greet everyone. He stopped in front of DJ first, hugged his waist, and shoved something into him- a gift.

"MURRREEE CHRIZZMAS," he babbled before rushing off.

DJ blinked after him, and then turned the innocuous package over. He shrugged, and decided to wait to open it. He will do so once the others where in the room; having learned that it was impolite to prematurely open your gifts unless prompted. It didn't feel heavy, but already he was looking forward to it. On that note, he placed the present at the base of the tree and settled back down.

He heard the others get greeted similarly as Jacob ran full tilt into them; chortling softly to himself at the images of their surprised faces. He turned to look at the doorway next, noticing the exact moment Jacob's parent came in with Sun, Roxy and Monty. They seemed a bit tired already; as if they've had a long morning before coming here. On that note, DJ stood up and walked over to them; bowing low and taking their coats.

He signed, with Roxy translating for him, "He says you guys go warm up. He'll take care of your coats in the meantime. The feast will be ready shortly."

"I find that so baffling-" Miss Brittany said as she eyed DJ. "Like, sign language? If you don't mind my asking, but does he not have a voice box?"

DJ signed again, with the wolf elaborating for him, "No decent ones lying around. His current one produces the noise you'd hear from a loudspeaker getting bad feedback. He doesn't complain though; and says that even if he could speak, he wouldn't do so. Not his thing."

Brittany nodded and shivered as she past him. "Alright- I'll go warm up. But if I may ask, is Jacob bothering you already? He was so excited about coming here too-"

"We noticed," Monty chortled deeply, walking by them to laze in front of the hearth. "I've never seen a more excited kid. And we've seen 'nuff kids!"

"I wouldn't worry," Roxy told them. "Jacob is just fine. Let him burn out his energy. We don't find it irritating or inconvenient."

"You're sure-?" Jacob's father -Johnathan, they recalled- said this time.

The wolf nodded, with DJ turning to take the clothes away. He heard behind him, "Absolutely. Now then-"

He didn't catch the next part, heading into the garage to find the washroom branching off from it. In there, he found Vanny's monitor off; the digital bunny likely in rest mode herself. The camera atop her computer didn't even move to indicate her attention; likely knowing that her presence or activity wouldn't be wanted today. Smart move on her part.

DJ stuck the coats into the washer but didn't turn it on yet; Jacob had yet to throw his in. DJ woofed to himself and left the room thereafter; though he could not help but watch Vanny's monitor the entire time he slid by. The ghost rabbit was something he'd have to confront later on; seeing as he's yet to unlock his memories no thanks to her encryption. She likely had a passphrase or something- and she wasn't forthcoming about details. His memories were stored in the terminal upstairs; and its something he'd have to sit and parse through some moments whenever possible with M.X.E.S helping him.

He locked the garage on his way out; not wanting Jacob to actually spook if he saw that rabbit switch on. He'll have to hold onto the kid's coat once he got it from him. In the meantime, he next found Jacob in the main room again; jumping up and down excitedly like a rabbit himself. He was offering Bonnie a present after having given Cassie one. Cassie was turning over her parcel, looking so dazed to be getting something from a friend. It was a novel sensation for her, no doubt. She hadn't even opened it yet, turning it over carefully like she's afraid of breaking it.

"Take it take it take it-" The boy badgered the huge bot. "TAKE IT."

"Okay! Calm down, kiddo," Bonnie smirked as he receieved it. "I can see you've been busy trying to shop for everybody here!"

"Uh-huh," he nodded rapidly. "My parents took me out for Christmas shopping too! I used my allowance and-"

"-Your allowance?" The former bassist sounded flabbergasted.

"I don't mind! I liked doing it," The boy went on to say. "Not like I was gonna spend it on anything else... I don't really want much for anything, actually. I literally have everything I could ever want-" He shrugged casually, "My parents are pretty well off, as you guys can see."

Cassie looked up at him, "I can't imagine they wouldn't be if they were able to afford an orphan..."

Jacob shrugged casually, "Ain't no big deal. I just want to see ya'll open 'em!"

Bonnie and Cassie cast looks, then the rabbit said, "We'll open the gifts when we all sit down together. Firstly, we're gonna chill and I can, at the very least, give you your gift."

Jacob gasped like the sun gone out. "Whatchagetme," He excitedly bobbled.

The rabbit winked, "Patience, kiddo. You'll get it soon! Now go play with Cass and Greg. Go on now."

Jacob squealed and rushed by; grabbing Cassie's wrist as he did so and pulling her behind him as he stormed up the stairs. "I wanna play some games. LET'S PLAY!"

DJ and Bonnie caught each other's eye, shrugged and both chuckled in his wake. That's when Bonnie jerked and shouted up the stairs, "DON'T FORGET YOUR COAT! Carrots- that boy's somethin' else!"

"Sorrrryyyy!"

DJ reacted fast and caught the coat as it flew down at them; the music man throwing the sheepish chocolate-skinned menace a thumb's up and moving past Bonnie.

The buck meanwhile matched DJ's step and elbowed him, "Vanny quiet?"

'Yes,' he signed with his secondary set of arms. 'She does not need to know the kid she tortured and nearly killed is here so... I've elected to watch her some moments if need be.'

"Appreciated, my man. Thanks for bein' cool," The rabbit went on to say with another nod. With that, he veered into the main room to find Jacob's parents; once again locked into conversation with Luis and Vanessa.

DJ returned to the garage then, making sure to shut the door behind him and locking it even though it wasn't needed. The caution wasn't necessary, but DJ was a meticulous bot whose not keen on leaving chance any accidental encounters-

And speaking of which.

"Well well. With that kind of fuss, one would think there was a storm of Morris' pets atop our heads," said the very much unwanted ghost doe.

DJ paused when he caught Vanny's crudêl gaze, having thought she'd still be resting like when he was here about another moment ago. His stare hardened, one hand still over the knob as they caught one another's gaze.

"Sounds like we have a guests-" She crooned in that distorted, horrendous parody of Vanessa's more warm mezzo-soprano. "I'm guessing its Christmas now? Throwin' a party, are we?"

DJ only watched her impassively for another, level-headed moment- nothing showing on his immaculate features save for the single flex of a brow that shifted itself above his shades. He said nothing, did nothing. He only watched her for the count of 30 seconds and flitted back into the washroom to throw the boy's jacket in with his parent's own.

"No fun... none of you are any fun," She sounded almost dejected there- good. She deserved to be bored and lonely, the music man figured. "Even with true sentience you're still a downer, DJ. Never figured you the type- considering the kind of messy party bot you used to be."

DJ rolled his optics, having finished turning on the washer and sauntering easily back into the main garage. No, he wasn't a messy being; in fact, he'd been a part-time janitor in the arcade and cleaned up whatever he could get despite his cumbersome frame and size. So if Vanny's words were anything to go by, she was trying to goad him into some sort of conversation for its own sake- no doubt to mess with him. DJ however wasn't interested in indulging her though; not if she wasn't going to be more forthcoming about his memories.

Just as he was about to leave the garage, he paused long enough to sign at her, 'If you truly feel that deprived of any stimulating conversation, I'd happily oblige if for the sake of parsing out what you did to me back at the PizzaPlex, woman. I am not interested in communicating with you for any other reason beyond that.' He tipped a large finger to his shades and pulled them down his pink nose, leveling the digital demon his most stern stink-eye. 'You encrypted my memories- and even with the threat of Chica taking you apart sprite by sprite, you do not seem concerned about unveiling all you know. On that note, you hide SO much more than you let on.'

There was a bubbly chuckle on her end- childish and sinister all at once. She even tilted her head as she did, eyes on the ceiling and finding his expression seemingly hilarious for some ungodly reason. She eventually stopped, passing him a lazy sneer and a thoughtful noise.

"Don't you know anything, DJ? I may not have been the magician's most favored apprentice or pet, but I was the one who learned all his secrets. The rabbit he keeps pulling from his hat was bound to learn it all, with time. If I hadn't held on to the information I did, you lot wouldn't have woken me up." She waggled a teasing finger at him, "Keeping you hooked is all I have left in this whole world- so why would that change now?"

There was a grunt, then DJ turned to leave-

"By the way," She said behind him, prompting him to pause in mid-motion. "Its not that I'm unwilling to give some of the information... After a point, there won't be any reason why I'd want to hold onto it- beyond just leaving you all grasping at straws for giggles. But even that will lose its flavor to me with enough time. No, the thing is, DJ, some of those memories of yours... I wasn't the only one in them."

The music man took his hand off the door now, facing the digital doe fully and raising a brow. A few of his dreads slipped over one side of his face.

"Morris," she began again. Her expression mysteriously reserved and terse as she all but murmured, "He was the one who actually did a lot of the rewriting after a point. Cromwell was predominant too while he was alive. There was a lot of... people, who've gone sniffing around the PizzaPlex for answers. More often then not, 'clean-up' had to be issued. You know... didn't want there to be any traces of their sordid messes where people can see it. After all, Mr. janitor, you used to be the BEST at what you did."

Another low-toned chuckle- the sound not doing anything to improve the unsettled knotting of DJ's metaphorical nerves. Just from this alone, he can tell what she was playfully hinting at: In her own way, she was tipping him off about the ghastly nature of what lies dormant in his memory. He didn't want to know specifics, but he also did. After all, he's been asking for it for the past while and he's hoped something in his background will help put Fazbear Entertainment 6 feet under.

He walked back to the computer, his articulated digits weaving, 'By chance- any of this have to do with Cassie's father? That is pretty much the only thing I care about at this point... and last time I checked, you cared about that girl to SOME extent and we wagered you'd be more willing to supply more of what you knew on the matter.'

"I've already told Bonnie and Vanessa everything I knew about him... I really did not kill him," she asserted. "I wish I knew for CERTAIN who did it and how. All I can say to that now is that if anyone could know, it may just be you! As to your memories being encrypted, I think I can help with those simply because I'm curious myself... but I also know you don't want me in your head anymore than I already was." She shrugged helplessly, "Morris and Cromwell jointly used you for a lot of odds and ends despite your inability to leave the Fazcade. Believe it or not, you were their favorite toy."

DJ was aware of the latter fact somewhat, but it still wasn't nice hearing this portent being what it is on a holiday like today. He would've commented, but decided not to-

After all, they both then heard, "DJ! Where are you? We're about to open presents! We cannot start without you!"

Freddy's voice brought the music man back to the present, guiding his attention away from Vanny. He sighed, then turned back to say, 'We will discuss this later. You shall behave yourself in the meantime. Luis has set up a device in here to keep an eye on you, as you should know-' He then motioned to the camera sitting on the armature bench, barely a couple yards from the desk her terminal sat on. 'And when I do return, I will insist we continue to cover how we can unlock more of my memories.'

"Fine... fine. Go have your fun," She sighed dramatically, her monitor shutting off thereafter without another word beyond that.

DJ raised a brow at her tone, but didn't question it. She really sounded irritated and put off, but he found that to be just fine. He planned on getting Chica to help, if possible- seeing as her hacking ability meant she can get around areas he and even Vanny could not. That however will have to wait until tomorrow though-

Because even DJ will admit that he honestly looked forward to opening his very first-ever gifts!

With a merry clap and a pep in his step, he was out the garage, locked it, and right back in the main room before anyone started missing him more. No, he wasn't going to dwell on the melancholy nature of his former existence- not on a day like this. He should be put off by the fact he'd been likely used to 'dispose of' any nosy employees- as Vanny suggested- but that was something he already was aware of being a plausibility. He didn't need to be weighing on that right now- he'll have all the time for it later.

After all, he knew when the time came, he would be regretting not savoring this life more with the chances afforded to him. Why not relish them while he could?

---

LUIS

Presents were passed around, and everyone would be at the gift exchange for at least an hour before they were to report to the kitchen for their feasting.

Luis was simply delighted by the sight of it all; and it always warmed his and Vanessa's hearts to see the look on the bots' faces whenever they were got some new gift. He'd have to admit, he went out of his way to get them gifts sometimes just to see the child-like joy on their faces; and it was sadly the reason why they were dealing with Fazbear Entertainment right now: Because he'd felt giving and wanted to get them new parts from the depot. He knew sometimes that his good intentions tended to backfire; and it wasn't an uncommon result.

Not today though. Today was a wonderful day, and even the usually paranoid rabbit in the house was his most relaxed. Luis was able to get a clue something was up with Bonnie rather well and easily- as he was able to see the intricacies of each bot from his tablet. He tried to not pry, but the bot's faculties were being recorded at all times. He was able to see the moments Bonnie was feeling his most freaked out- and it was a cautionary measure ever since Cassie's father possessed him last week. They could not help but be on alert when it came to the bots.

So yesterday, Luis was able to see the moment Bonnie was acting his most strange. He saw his tablet spike in warning when Bonnie's emotional cues made his brain work faster and harder than usual; how his hearing was sharply fine-tuned to catch whatever everyone else can miss. Bonnie also tended to record whatever odd sounds he wound up hearing so he can ask about it later; with Luis, Vanessa, and Mex all helping him to discern whatever he caught. Bonnie is easily the most alert bot here; and it was attributed to those fancy ear upgrades of his-

So when Bonnie caught something yesterday and didn't say anything, of course Luis was suspicious. He wondered if the rabbit would come forward too- but he did no such thing. Perhaps he freaked himself out somehow (he was always a bit jumpy... it came with his hearing being what it is). Luis would like to think at worst, Bonnie heard the neighborhood strays again and was worried about them being in the cold or he heard a neighbor complain about the bots themselves.

Side note: The neighbors around here definitely noticed there's talking robots here. They actually avoid the premises and don't try to interact with Vanessa and the others even though they wanted to be good neighbors. Vanessa even wondered about trying to get the bots to interact with the people around here so they can be desensitized to them, but nobody out here wanted to interact with them. For those that didn't know they were robots, they thought they were the eccentric cosplayers- and others? Furries. Not nice terms to consider. Either way, the fact they supposedly went hard with the dressing up seems to alienate them.

Now back to the original point: Bonnie catching wind of random noises and neighbors doing things was an intrusive superpower. He even once caught wind of a domestic dispute half-way down the street and called the cops (it had been needed after a point). Bonnie's hearing was too good, and the bots all relied on it after a point as they rely on Roxy's eyes and she and Freddy's noses. Monty's pressure sensors were extraordinary too; and tended to glean information others can miss since not everybody had whiskers like Bonnie did.

In the meantime, Luis figured Bonnie frightened himself needlessly again yesterday and perhaps there really wasn't anything to fret over. One cannot help but be a bit paranoid though whenever he startles; and Luis will admit to being a bit nosy after he's had to deal with Vanny himself a long time ago; back when he and Vanessa worked more closely with Fazbear Entertainment together. Sometimes, it weirded him out to think he may have been talking to Vanny and not Vanessa at work back in marketing. Vanessa told Luis that Vanny had found him a 'cute mess' and its partially why she didn't come to kill him like she did other employees way back when.

Totally a reassuring thought.

Luis sat back on the couch and watched as each bot and child screamed with delight at their gifts, meanwhile. Freddy was bobbling on his footing when he got a stack of books. Such an odd request- philosophy books. One really wouldn't think Freddy Fazbear of all things was into that. Here he was though, squealing with delight and showing them off to Bonnie and DJ- in fact, DJ was excited with him and expressed a desire to read those.

Sun SCREAMED at his gift meanwhile. Literally, he whooped and cried and flipped his head around to show Eclipse. Eclipse screamed next, bum-rushing Vanessa and throwing his ridiculous arms around her and Luis and screamed some more.

"OH MY GOD THANK YOU," he cried as he brandished his new instrument at them.

A violin. He got a violin for Christmas today. Luis clapped merrily for him and said, "I can't wait to see you play it! Didn't you express a desire to do so a couple weeks ago?"

"I've always wanted one-" Eclipse admitted as he turned it over with reverence. "Oh, I already can't wait! OH OH OH! I wanna practice right now actually-"

Vanessa shoved another gift at him, "Why doncha open this one first? And spend some time with us before disappearing for a few hours, hm?"

And sure enough, he screamed again when he found instruction booklets and songs in the next package. He also got more art supplies on the side- something that had him screaming again in delight.

Jacob nearby smugly turned to his parents and said, "And you guys say I get too excited!"

"You do," Brittany told him, matter-of-fact. She ruffled his dark hair though. "Man, its definitely different watching a buncha bots gets gifts too... so strange."

Luis turned to her, "Goes to show the kind of times we're going through, eh? The future!" He waggled his fingers mystically next, smirking at their shared looks of amusement.

It would go on like that for another while; with Jacob even getting a gift from the bots that took on the form of a performance. Seeing as Jacob has never seen the Glamrocks really perform before, the bunch decided to indulge him with it. In fact, Bonnie specifically performed for him too. Yes, while Bonnie has stated repeatedly he was retired, he played for Jacob and he showed an earnest joy in doing so.

He misses it, deep down, Luis wondered as he watched Bonnie play for the boy. It is what he and the others were sadly created for: For children's entertainment. Sometimes though, I wonder why the company decided making them sentient was a good idea when it was only going to backfire with time? It created problems for both sides.

Just then, he heard a noise behind him and turned in his seat on the couch; just to catch eyes with Chica. The hen cackled sweetly; producing a series of chirps while waggling something over his head-

Vanessa cackled and barked, "What, stealing my boyfriend now, are we?"

Chica shamelessly dangled the mistletoe and winked at them, "Nah. Its for you two. Although, you both deserve a kiss anyways!"

She actually leaned over then; gently pecking the sides of their faces in her best approximation of a kiss she could. Her beak tip grazed Luis' cheek; and then Vanessa's own in a slow motion so to prevent any accidental harm. She kept the mistletoe bobbing too; in which Luis sneered at Vanessa and shrugged and indulged her. They gave Chica a peck on her cheeks, and then Luis dragged Vanessa to her feet just to tilt her over-

The kids groaned.

"Gross," Gregory gagged.

"I think its sweet! I just wish I coulda looked away on time," Cassie smirked.

Vanessa clung onto him; a warm wall that smelled richly of cupcakes and sweets. She hummed against him; making a lazy waving motion at the kids as in to 'shoo'. Once Luis pulled away from her, she then seized him instead.

"My turn. Now open your mouth," She commanded him.

Luis only did so to say something- not comply with her demand- ah, but the poor fool was seized by her vicious lips and he can hear the kids scurry off in disgust and embarrassment. There was a round of 'awe's!' from Chica, Bonnie and Freddy. Roxy gagged, Monty was laughing at the children's expense and Eclipse was putting a huge hand over his face to censor it. DJ went to seize the children and covered their eyes with his multitude of arms.

What a wonderful day it was.

---

After a while though, Brittany and her husband John would leave after the feast; letting their boy have his Christmas wish to spend the night with his only friends.

Luis had to admit, it was irregular for a boy Jacob's age to have gone so long without a proper outing like this. Vanessa and himself were more than happy to take the boy under their wing and put him up in Gregory's room with a spare blow-up mattress and a metric boatload of sheets. In fact, they even piled on the pillows and blankets for him so the mattress wasn't so uncomfortable. Jacob allayed their nerves and said what he had was fine, and he was already enjoying himself. He and Greg would pull Cassie into their temporarily shared room after that, gaming together well into the eve.

Luis would make with the lazies in the living room, checking the tablet again and noticing DJ going into the garage once to check on Vanny. Eventually, Monty would have his turn next for maintenance; something Luis had forgotten about amidst the activities. Surprisingly however, he was stopped by Bonnie.

"I got 'em. Ain't no thang for us to work on each other, yunno?" He told him. And then he was shuffling into the garage, with the door sealing shut behind him.

The house would be quiet for all of... forty five minutes after that.

And then there was a screaming ROAR.

The sound of a pissed gator emanated from the garage; a blustering, billowy typhoon of snapping jaws, hissing, and earth-shaking grumbling would snatch everyone's attentions. Bonnie would come rushing out of the garage cackling like the Joker finally got his revenge on Batman. Bonnie was seen ducking behind the table in the kitchen where Chica worked; Monty hot on his tail and snapping his jaws like he meant business.

"Aw come on! Its a JOKE, man! Not a dick; don't take it so har- WHOA!"

"FUCK YOU, YOU FUGGIN' PISS-POOR MAD HATTER SIDEKICK! FUCK YOU! I'M GONNA FINISH WHAT VANNY STARTED AND FUCKING BURY YOU!"

"BWAHAHAHAHAH! CATCH ME FIRST, YOU GIANT NEON DILL PICKLE!"

Vanessa groaned against Luis, having been relaxing against him as he messed with the tablet. He saw the moment Monty got angry on his screen but he hadn't expected the two bots would be rushing out of the garage so fast there-after. The noise was also cacophonous enough for the kids to call down from upstairs.

"HEY! Shut it down there! Can't you guys make each other mad outside?" Gregory called.

Bonnie kept on cackling like he was suffering a serious bout of mania; throwing back his head and pointing talons at Monty's nethers-

"OH MY GOD- MONTY!" Freddy was heard shouting from his corner of the living room. "WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED?"

"DUDE! BONNIE! OVERKILL MUCH?" Roxy called next.

Luis lowered the tablet and sighed, then he and Vanessa saw exactly what got the reptile so wound up:

And he seriously couldn't stop his laughter.

The poor reptile apparently suffered from Bonnie's once-forgotten prank. The rabbit had indeed made due on his word and made the reptile regret ever having drawn a bass on his crotch. Now while the whole family knew Bonnie and Monty liked pissing each other off, this gag surely took the cake.

Monty was wearing truck balls.

Literally. The huge, 'decorative' prop item that can be fixed to a truck's rear that resembled a man's actual testicles but plus-sized; and poor Monty had these awful things stuck to his nethers in roughly the same spot he'd drawn those awful pictures on Bonnie. Worse, the stupid things were bouncing obscenely around in plain view of EVERYONE.

Freddy screamed like a little girl and threw himself over to the gator as if to censor him; pulling him off just as he got a hold of Bonnie. Bonnie was laughing his dang fool head off; unable to stop pointing and laughing like a child on the playground. The girls were producing equal sounds of disgust and shyly turning away. Sun disappeared beneath his fort to cover his eyes- while DJ just watched and smirked like he can watch this all day.

"LEGGO, FATBEAR! THAT RABBIT IS GONNA DIE TODAY AND HE'S GONNA STAY THAT WAY-" Monty kicked- making the stupid fake testicles jump around too. The picture was so obscene Vanessa was heard gagging and burying her head in the cushion of the couch. Luis merely gawped the entire time, then kept on laughing.

"Monty- at least take those horrid things off first! There's CHILDREN here!" The bear cried like he was in the midst of hysterics.

Worse, the kids have come partially down the stairs to see what the fuss was all about- with Cassie SCREAMING and running back to her room. The boys only gawped as well; with Jacob bawling uncontrollably while Gregory face-palmed.

"And we're the kids?" he muttered to no one in particular.

Bonnie was on his back kicking and laughing and kicking some more. He pointed right at Monty's face and "HA'D!" so hard, his voice box skipped. He then danced out of the way of the gator's flying frenzy of claws, unable to keep his footing good and proper. "SUCK MY COTTONTAIL, YOU GEICO GECKO WANNABE! WHOOOOO! That's for the permanent tattoo on my chassis!"

"I swear to fuck I'm gonna EAT YOU MYSELF! Then I'm gonna shit you out over the side of the fucking HIGHEST bridge in all of creation!" Monty kept clawing and snapping.

Bonnie made a face at him- to which Freddy rolled his eyes and almost did let the gator go. He did not however, afraid that Monty would somehow make due on his threat. Roxy and Chica were standing around in the kitchen raising brows all the while.

Luis saw a ping on his tablet then, raising a brow as his camera showed a visual of Vanny waking up in the garage. She was definitely confused and annoyed, honestly looking aggravated by the fact she cannot see what's going on. She must've been asleep during Bonnie's 'maintenance'. The digital doe sputtered something, noticed the camera, and waved at it as if to flag down whoever's watching it down.

Luis sighed but didn't get up immediately- he'll see her in a minute after watching this blow over. He watched instead as Bonnie kept moving out of the way and Monty looked hell-bent on his pursuit. He even flailed around too, looking like he considered ripping Freddy off of him but knew better than to thrash Vanessa's house by hurling said ursine. A toss from a bot in a building even this size was sure to wreak damage and cause more commotion. Its bad enough the neighbors could be hearing this!

Just then, Monty seemed to remember that he was wearing the damn, infernal truck balls and tried to rip them off his metal chassis- just for the gator's eyes to go platter-sized in his skull housing when they resisted. He roared, ripped them off completely with the distinct snapping of rubber being pulled taut, and wrenched himself free of Freddy-

Then he jumped Bonnie and tried shoving them down his throat.

"You gonna help him?" Roxy said nearby.

"Nah. He deserved that," even Chica said.

"Man you ladies are cold," Luis snickered.

"No, they're right. That's what Bonnie gets for spending my money on a stupid set of truck decor," Vanessa griped. "I swear, he coulda bought a pair of fuzzy dice instead- but NO. He just had to buy a pair of... fuck, why those?"

Freddy squealed like Helpy getting stepped on and tried pulling the gator off; fighting him with all his might while trying to keep him from feeding Bonnie a pair of ruined fake balls.

This was SOME way to close out the day, Luis figured.

---

GREGORY

"Is this normal for ya'll?" Jacob asked after they returned to their temporarily shared room- completely ignoring the commotion still going on downstairs.

"Yeah... give or take," Gregory levelled a so-so gesture as he focused on their game. "Bonnie and Monty always pick on each other. They say it gives them something to do- and Bonnie says it helps keep Monty with behaving too sometimes."

"Does he not behave?"

Cassie laid on her gut beside the boys across the bed, watching the monitor as Gregory flew a spaceship across the vastness of what looked like the Death Star but discounted. "Monty's a little... wild sometimes, when he's not pancaking on the floor. In fact, Monty's always been a little on the ornery side when he's bored. He liked destroying things back at the PizzaPlex because he's bored or angry about something," she began. "I was always nervous around him whenever I went with my dad. Bonnie and him go at it sometimes to keep them preoccupied or something... while Bonnie claims that the pranks are to help Monty focus on something that isn't destructive- but really, it just looks like Bonnie's doing it to piss him off on purpose!"

She huffed, quieted for a moment, then entertained, "I dunno... I guess they're doing something 'recreational' by finding hilarious ways to get their frustration about each other out in the open that's also acceptable. I think that's what it is? Just them being allowed to be themselves, and are indulging pranks because they have the power to do so since they couldn't before-? Like they're allowed to be children for once. That or they really just annoy each other that much and are trying to find a peaceful means of alleviating it by using harmless gags as a means of communication instead of fighting it out." She leveled Jacob a confused look, "I mean, it could be both of these things- seeing as Monty is infamous for being an angry mess and Bonnie is just a slightly more careful version of that- its a bit hard to tell. Both are sadly a little... um, quick to the claws when incensed enough."

"I think you got it on the nose," Gregory shrugged. "Don't sound too far off the mark."

Cassie only hummed uncertainly in response to that.

"Well, I thought it was funny regardless. I certainly didn't expect that-" Jacob snickered at length. "I mean like, whether or not they're doing it because its just fun or some other obscured means of bonding, I don't think it matters that much! How the heck did Bonnie even get those things on him, anyhoo? Shouldn't Monty have noticed Bonnie was hot gluing a pair of rubber props to him?"

"The bots work on each other sometimes, and when they do they have to go into repair mode- kinda like a rest mode but not quite?" Gregory started this time, his eyes on the screen as he navigated the ship around a corner and paused the game. He handed the controller to Jacob now, giving him his turn. "They aren't always AWAKE when they slip into repair mode- it depends on the procedure. So, Monty would not be seeing what Bonnie's doing part of the time. Its usually a show of trust there- and its also not unusual for the bots to do this; though it was behavior that was once discouraged at the PizzaPlex. The staff don't want the bots working on each other cuz they want them to believe they NEEDED human techs for their maintenance only."

"Why?" Jacob blinked.

"Its a... fear thing. Humans don't like A.I, or self-perpetuating A.I. Worse, they don't want the Glams thinking they don't need human handlers or something... to make them feel like they still need people around, I guess?" Gregory shrugged. "Imagine you're a bot figuring out you don't need people to control you- as an independent being, you wouldn't want those who've lied to you to keep insisting on repairing you. When in truth, their techs were also editing and controlling their flow of information too. The bots were only allowed to be as smart as the company wanted- but not smart or independent enough to exist without humans to impose themselves over their will. Like I said, some sorta fear-based, sci-fi like bullshit."

Jacob shook his head, a little bit in awe of this. "That's just mean... like, dude. Not okay, man."

"I know," Gregory shrugged. "But the Glams are so much more powerful and advanced than people are. The techs figured if anything screwy happens with the bots and their programming, they'd still be able to get the situation under control in a timely manner- and they can only do this if the bots think they NEED people to help them with it and would ALLOW it. After all, it wouldn't do for business if the bots decided they want to throw a tantrum in the middle of busy hours and refused cooperation- or went into a frenzy and started hurting others on a whim- just for the techs to not be able to do anything about it."

Gregory waved around next, "There was some kinda rule about the Glams working on each other once... as there was this old incident at the mega plex involving a bot going rogue actually- It was called the 'fox in the henhouse' incident." He air-quoted that last part, wrinkling his face at the recollection.

It was here Cassie interjected with, "My dad once told me that Glamrock Foxy used to exist at the PizzaPlex... but he went crazy and started hurting people EVERYWHERE. Some died too- so security started putting in electromagnetic doors that can discharge strong bursts of electricity to stun the bots because of the stuff he did. By the time Foxy was stopped, there was a few dead and many more injured staff. The bots living here don't remember the incident themselves personally- as they had the information rewrote and edited a few too many times so to help keep them under control and there's no repeats of it." Cassie shook her head," So there's no telling what REALLY happened back then. Even my dad couldn't tell me the details- as he wasn't around when it occurred. He was surprised there even was a Foxy there at all."

"I didn't even know there was one at all," Jacob said. "Guess the company managed to succeed in erasing him then."

Gregory bobbed his shoulders, "Kinda, yeah. So you can kinda see why they were so forceful with the bots- even though its still wrong. Anyways, the bots were programmed not to do anything to each other but Bonnie stopped abiding by that rule after a point and started cleaning out Chica when she got filthy enough. The staff left him alone to do that because they got lazy when cleaning Chica out became a prevalent, reoccurring problem. Besides, it wasn't like he was reprogramming her... just doing the filthy job of cleaning her out when no one else wants to fish fetid garbage out of her. So after a while, Bonnie ended up encouraging the others to do it too; completely deviating from his programming. It became acceptable that they work on each other since it was harmless cleaning- though Bonnie was scrutinized carefully each time he did. They can't do advanced procedures like repairs or something."

"So like," Cassie sighed there. "-If Bonnie found something wrong with Chica's internals during each cleaning, he can't do anything to her but report it- even if he had the power to fix her on the spot. They really didn't want the bots trying anything programming related."

The other boy shook his head dubiously, "That still sounds weird... like, they really didn't want the bots working on each other? That's just-"

"Dumb?"

"Yeah..."

Cassie shrugged there, chiming in with, "Not to scare you, Jacob, but the animatronics at Fazbear Entertainment are actually known for hurting people, even outside of Glamrock Foxy. There's been repeated incidents in the past where a bot went completely off the rails crazy and hurt or killed someone-" She sighed and met the boy's eyes unsteadily. "I learned about it myself, even from a young age. I was so anxious when I first met the bots in the PizzaPlex because of this. My dad was sure to warn me about the bots being a bit odd and 'buggy', and let me know about the company history when he felt it proper. He didn't want me blind to it. Everyone and their mom knew that the bots were kinda unpredictable anyways- and the fact Bonnie figured out how to break his programming completely just goes to show that they ARE potentially dangerous when they choose to be. But, making them sentient and letting them learn to be better than that helped them to temper that. I don't think that was a bad decision on their creators parts- even if the bots may not agree to it so easily."

She put her hands on her chest, as if motioning to her heart, "I trust them all completely now. Many people would call me dumb for it... heck, I actually was called dumb for it! My 'friends' who never showed up to that party I mentioned? They stated their reservations about not showing up when I saw them next. I understood, though it hurt to hear it. They're scared of the bots, and some still saw them as a 'baby attraction' if they didn't know the full truth. The bots are also capable of being scary and I hate to say, have shown odd behaviors for their programming- no matter how advanced they are. Monty destroying things is only one modest example."

Jacob gave her a contemplative look, then tried cautiously, "What's the worst thing they've done? Like, if the bots are so kooky, did the Glams actually do something really heinous? Something I should worry about? Like, I ain't worried but- just, wondering."

Gregory coughed uncertainly, glancing once at Cassie and then back at their only friend. This topic may ultimately make or break their relationship actually; and it could wind up in Jacob distancing himself from them as a whole. In fact, the mere mention of this question was a taboo in the house; as the bots just wanted to start off with clean slates and wash their paws or hands (respectively) of any of the tragedies following behind them. Bonnie's retirement idea was something that branched from this belief as it is.

Cassie was the most hesitant to speak, but Gregory would leave it to her if she wanted to say. After all, Cassie was closer to some of the bots than Gregory himself, and was practically their advocate and biggest cheerleader. Yes, it may not be her business exactly to give, but hiding it only made it more complicated and suspicious too. Seeing as Jacob saw them favorably, perhaps these truths won't chase him off-

Or at least, Gregory hoped so. He'd grown to like Jacob himself, and found a lot in common with him. If Jacob decided he wanted to give up on them because he was scared, it was understandable, but also a little late and painful. He also would not be able to remain their friend anyways once they moved- a thought that plagued both Cassie and Gregory sometimes.

Cassie eventually said, after much deliberation on the subject, "You promise not to mention it to the bots if I tell you?"

Jacob held up his hand, "I swear on whatever God who'll listen that I won't let it escape this room. Ain't my biz to give, right?"

"No... the bots are all touchy about it and are trying to move on," Cassie said. "They know each of them have done wrong- and to not acknowledge it isn't doing justice to the people they've hurt. However, its not like talking about it casually is something you should be doing, yunno? I mean, who can casually bring up hurting someone once in a normal conversation?"

"Yeah, understandable," the boy shrugged. "I get that."

"On that note, I guess I can say... but you can't be asking the bots about it! As they don't like talking about as it is," Cassie emphasized. "Its like pulling teeth when Greg and me learned about it."

"I said I swear, alright? I won't say! I promise," Jacob continued to allay.

"Okay... so, the worst thing each of them have done... um," Cassie put a finger to her lips and considered for a moment, as if truly boggled by the idea. "Um um um... Chica's attacked people for their food... but that was programming bug for the most part. She doesn't do it anymore, obviously... but she's definitely hurt a few folks and broken arms and legs for food. She's hospitalized some too. Roxy meanwhile-" She winced there, "My dad said she's always been touch-and-go here and there. I've never seen it myself, but I heard Roxy's attacked the S.T.A.F.F bots at the PizzaPlex? And she tended to be rough with the human staff because they bug her or don't do her make-up right... but I don't think there was any physical harm done?"

"You don't know for sure?" Jacob cocked his head.

"From what I hear, I don't think she has," Cassie shrugged. "Even Vanessa said Roxy's held herself with an astounding amount of self control despite her fragile tempers. She tended to find other... um, ways, to vent her frustration though. Not always good for herself, but I don't think she's hurt anyone as a result of this. Its probably why she broke S.T.A.F.F bots though- to take out her temper on something that didn't have a pulse."

"Freddy admitted to making a kid cry once," Gregory suddenly spoke up. "He was having a moment of weakness, according to him. He said he was having a bad day and took a toy from some kid? And the kid pulled on it and he held on- and then the kid fell backward when he let go?"

"FREDDY did that?" Cassie blinked. "Not Monty?"

Gregory shrugged, "So he tells me. He was obviously reluctant in admitting it- this was before you moved in actually. Freddy, Vanessa and I were having a heart-to-heart one night before we saved you guys at the PizzaPlex, as a show of trust? And Freddy admitted to making the kid cry and fall on their butt. I guess he hurt them, technically? Didn't sound like it but he was a bit sketchy on the details. He was clearly upset about it and wished to take it back. He also admitted to acting like a pampered pain when he wanted to be- though I can't picture it."

"I never saw that for myself," Cassie wondered aloud. "I've only ever seen the best in him and the other the bots..."

Jacob folded his arms as he listened, raising a brow here and there. "That just sounds childish... not super mean. I mean like, weren't the bots raised inside the megaplex for Pete's sake? It just sounds like they were doing their own version of growing up too- and living in a place like that was going to naturally make a few problems for them. Them acting up like children don't sound impossible, on that note-"

His response was better than expected, but Gregory wondered how Jacob would see the bots if he knew their WORST aspects. Here, the boy went on to say, "Well... it does sound like that, huh? Thing is though, the bots are still very strong and know they're strong enough to seriously hurt others with antics like that-"

"Even so, it just sounded like a learning curve," Jacob shrugged. "Seriously, how young were they when this stuff happened?"

"Not too old or young," Cassie said now. "So Freddy shoulda known better when he 'knocked' that kid backwards. He shouldn't have done it at all... so I find this weird."

"Hm... true- but making them learn all this while adapting to this world in a short amount of time while we get 18 years to learn what's acceptable socially is a bit unfair, doncha think? Especially since the bots are programmed to be as humanoid as possible but only get a few little years to figure it out- and yet they're A.I and that within itself takes some time to absorb. So balancing an artificial existence while juggling human niceties in a VERY short amount of time is just not realistic-" Jacob huffed there, "I don't think it matters how smart you could be; you'll always be a bit oblivious when it comes to human normality- we can't even figure it out as adults! And yet expecting a robot to be perfectly accepting of his existence when its told to sing and look pretty in an horrid environment like that is just out-right stupid! Of COURSE they're going to act up! Kids act up, so will they!"

Neither Cassie or Gregory can say anything to that.

Jacob nodded with a finality as he said, "Thought so. So, what about Sun, Bonnie, DJ, and Monty then?"

Cassie glanced away there, rapping her hands uncertainly on her lap, "Sun's pushy and high-strung. He's made kids cry many times over for being a harsh critic on their work during arts and crafts. I've seen him actively make some kids cry-"

"-And Moon," Gregory face-palmed. "Oh lord, that guy STILL terrifies me, even though he's 'fixed' now. Sun's alter ego ain't really nice, if I had to be honest."

Cassie winced, "Moon's never been mean to me... but I was good about nap time. I heard he scared another kid though... and my dad once told me that Moon is so unpredictable that the lights in the daycare HAD to be on all the time after a point-"

"Is he hostile?" Jacob wondered. "I don't think I've met Moon actually... and if I did, it was real brief. I think I only met just Eclipse and Sun-?"

"To me, he was definitely hostile," Gregory specified. "But he was also bugged out at the time so... its a little harder for me to say. I can't place blame when I've only interacted with Moon a limited number of times and one of which was him being controlled by a virus."

"Bonnie told me that all the Glams don't really like Moon for a reason-" Cassie added here. "Moon is the odd one out, and he tended to spook everyone at the PizzaPlex. I never had an issue with him but I guess others have different experiences with him."

"He's so freaky, even VANNY doesn't want to deal with him," Gregory half-joked, but he was also half-serious. "Just goes to show nobody really likes that guy- not even his own alters!"

"The ghost rabbit who nabbed me hates him too-?" Jacob wondered.

Gregory nodded, "Vanny stays out of his way- even the night she was hunting me down? Every hour, Moon was let free to patrol the PizzaPlex so to route it out of intruders. There's a reason why security wasn't needed after a point... they just let Moon do it! If he's hurt someone, it sounds like they might've hushed it up- not that we know for sure if he has..."

Cassie looked away, seemingly uncomfortable with this portent but not disagreeing with it. "Anyways... Moon aside, DJ was once known to lose his temper with people who get the DJ package for lessons? Something about getting lessons for music synthesizing," she began. "DJ used to be HUGE and powerful too, and apparently staff left his bugged-out 'Bouncer Mode' in place cuz they don't need to do anything with him. He did the security work himself, like Moon does. Sadly, this means his personality is a bit touchy and he reacted quite badly to people when they failed... he's a perfectionist, see."

Gregory shivered, certainly recalling the sight of the two-story tall bot chasing him down in the Fazcade. The motion drew in the eyes of his peers. "I can't forget how terrifying he is," Gregory admitted. "When he was in Bouncer mode, he chased me across the arcade on all floors and nearly got me! I mean, DJ's cool now since he's smaller and more intelligent, but he was so terrifying! My god, I can't get over how scary he is."

"He was even BIGGER? He's already huge!" Jacob exclaimed.

"DJ was like... twenty feet tall or something? I can't remember exact size but, he was so huge that its obscene," Gregory supplied. "All the Glamrocks could fit inside DJ's gut, back in his original body. Goes to show what you didn't see when you were at the PizzaPlex!"

"Whoa..."

Cassie shrugged, "DJ being so big was something the staff used and abused. According to DJ himself, apparently staff used him for all kinds of unusual work. He is the most powerful and strongest bot of them all, even now this holds true despite his new size." She shook her head, "I'll admit to being somewhat anxious of being around DJ when I first saw him. His size made a lot of people uncomfortable."

"Try watching him walk upside down on the ceiling while defying gravity like its a concept that doesn't exist," Gregory dead-panned. "The sheer disrespect he has for physics was ridiculous! I couldn't BELIEVE he can climb walls and hang upside down like that despite being so dang huge! I'll admit to nearly pissing myself when I first saw that."

"He can do that?" Jacob AND Cassie said.

The fact Cassie didn't know that was both hilarious and concerning, Gregory figured. He went on to say, "Yeah. DJ was also hurling arcade cabinets like a toddler having a tantrum- I swear, he's still scary when he's mad! But I digress- as to what DJ coulda done, who even knows? Even DJ doesn't remember if he's hurt others. He says staff tampered with him and his head a lot and it frustrates him. So if he's hurt someone, he couldn't exactly say."

"He might have though," Cassie mumbled, swallowing next.

Jacob wow'd again and then asked, "Man! So DJ THREW arcade cabinets at you? I don't think you mentioned that when you told me a bit about your dealing with Vanny-"

Gregory cringed there, "I might've... skipped a couple parts. But yeah, don't make DJ mad is all I'm gonna say. I hafta admit, sometimes I'm glad everyone here is so chill now. I admit to feeling incredibly safe now that Mex, Vanessa and Luis have been helping them out." Gregory shrugged in an effort to try and assuage any lingering fears Jacob may be harboring when he said, "Me and Cassie work on the bots personally now too, and we know what's going on with them and their heads. Vanessa and Luis watch and supervise the bots' headspace all the time in case there's any relapse in programming. And if there is, the other bots can take them to the garage and help out. We've never really hadta deal with a bot malfunction actually-"

Only Bonnie being possessed, Gregory inwardly added, and he knew he certainly wasn't going to tell him that much.

"That's good. So, what about Bonnie?" Jacob now queried. "You haven't mentioned him yet..."

Now THIS was the kicker. Gregory watched Cassie now, evaluating whether or not she'll say. Jacob was able to take in the fact the bots have all attacked or hurt people in stride- though most of those instances have been due to bugs. Bonnie's actions though were mostly -if not ALL- voluntary on his part. He was a rogue element in the midst of the Glams, and the first to truly realize he can hack and disrespect anything he wanted.

And then there was Cromwell- the man he opted to violently slaughter on a whim and not because of a bug. Yes, those words were sadly adequate too, as loathe to say that as Gregory and Cassie were.

Cassie sighed and rubbed at the back of her neck, then said, "Bonnie's... a bit different from the rest. While Chica is a master hacker and was technically doing it before Bonnie, she does it unconsciously. She's hard-wired to go after pizza and charges at people with it as a result- or Monty mystery mix, which was pizza-flavored. Now considering this, Bonnie figured out how to hack and bypass some of the systems at the PizzaPlex thanks to her setting a nasty example-"

"Like when he saved me?" Jacob queried. "-From that rabbit lady- he was able to hack the car and the S.T.A.F.F bot in it so neither can hurt me."

"Exactly like that," Cassie nodded. "Bonnie's a cut above the others because I think its a character-cued trait, partially? He's a bit more observant than the other characters- and even Vanny knew that. She never bothered tampering with him because she knew she'd met her match digitally once he learned how to hack. Bonnie being so unpredictable was one thing... but then staff like Mr. Cromwell, the Glamrock's former manager, decided eventually that he was going to decommission Bonnie because Bonnie was no longer acting according to specs. Bonnie ignored staff calls to the repair ward, would not show up to some performances anymore, and was generally disruptive about the usual routine after a point because he was looking for Vanny as well as actively rewriting himself. He grew independent of human handling, basically- supposedly like Glamrock Foxy did. So, the manager decided to remove him from the picture and... it didn't turn out well for him."

"Whaddya mean?" Jacob shook his head, his expression now narrowed into a squint.

Cassie took her time here to reply, as she and Greg did their best to try and discern the look on the boy's face. Cassie went for broke when she admitted, "Bonnie wasn't going to take being dismantled lying down. So... out of all the Glams here, he's the one with the dirtiest paws that we know of. He... he kinda... he-" She swallowed, held her breath, and all but mumbled, "-He killed him. The manager. Bonnie killed him since he knew he was going to be dismantled anyways. He was going after Vanny at the time so, he just... kinda..."

There was a long, expectant silence that followed; with Jacob carefully turning this information over. The boy wound up saying, much to the kids' surprise, "So... Bonnie was being threatened into nonfunctionality by a jerk, right? Bots are allowed self defense... its actually part of A.I law?"

"S'cuse me?" Gregory blinked.

"Yuh-huh. It was... what was it-" Jacob glanced away. "I think its called 'Asimov's Law' or something? Its in a book- and seeing as A.I is kinda a growing thing in society now, people have been bringing it up more often. There was something about an A.I being allowed to preserve itself if it didn't disrupt its purpose or something? Didn't you guys mention that their manager sucked anyways when I was last here?"

"Their manager was tampering with DJ actively and seemed to be aware of Vanny doing her work in the PizzaPlex so... yeah, I guess," Gregory admitted.

"Well, there ya go. Bonnie killing him isn't really that bad, right? In fact, Bonnie did his JOB as a part-time security bot by removing an active threat who was enabling the rabbit lady by extension," Jacob reasoned. "The manager only added that incentive to him- the fact Bonnie didn't kill him earlier on if he already suspected that the manager may be in on the happenings at the plex is the unusual part!"

If only you knew HOW he did it, Gregory wondered. Bonnie's not as nice as you're thinking he is. He couldn't be more the opposite-

Gregory wound up remembering that disasterous moment when the rabbit rose from his grave; the exact moment he woke up inside that cylinder and locked eyes with Vanessa. The way he stared at her like he wanted to devour her down to the very marrow of her bones. The sheer ferocity in which he struck the protective cylinder by wrapping his own spiked bracelets around his paws like brass knuckles- the furious POUNDING of his titanic blows against hurricane proof glass and actually shattering it. The thunderous tremor of his leaden steps as he gunned it after Vanessa as she ran nearly screaming from his grasping carmine-colored talons-

No. Bonnie was NOT a nice bot. Out of everyone here, it was admittedly impossible to tell who was capable of the greatest evils- but damn if Bonnie didn't nearly have everyone here beat with pure, raw, corrosive, metal-melting vitriol. He was almost its very definition when he wanted to be; even though yes, one can argue Bonnie was doing his job at the time of Cromwell's death.

But wrapping a man's intestines around his own throat to finish strangling the life out of him when gutting him didn't finish him off is... that's just pushing it.

Gregory and Cassie were white-faced as they recalled the same thing. Jacob was confused of course and asked, "What? What's up? Did he do something else-?"

"Ne- not really? No... Bonnie's just scary when he wants to be," Gregory said this time. Best not to describe how Cromwell died, he figured. "DJ being huge and scary is one thing... but Bonnie being mean and scary is another. He wasn't exactly... quick. When he killed Cromwell."

"He doesn't strike me as mean... he was so scared and worried when me and Brigid were racing down those tracks," Jacob recalled, his tone distant as his mind went back to that moment in time. "Vanny was forcing him to watch her torture us. So if he's mean... I don't think its not without some warranted reason for it. It just sounds to me like everyone's pushed this kinda mean onto him. I dunno if I'm wrong but... from what ya'll tell me, that's just how it sounds. He learned to be mean because everyone else was being an ass at the plex and setting bad examples for the bots who were programmed to mimic and LEARN from them? He was only giving back what he was given in-turn. Not like he had much freedom to decide otherwise, right? Wasn't he taught by the staff to mean if he caught a perp, for instance? Literally, the bots are taught to be guard dogs too- so its kinda a no-brainer why Bonnie's a little... off."

Cassie and Greg darted glances there, both of which recalling every instance Bonnie was his worst- and Jacob wasn't wrong in saying that each and every time he was incited to violence, it was because the rabbit had been under the belief he was taking out a serious threat. Still, some of these instances struck the wrong chord in the children; even though yes, Bonnie chasing Vanessa was because he TRULY believed she was still Vanny and planned on doing more harm. A line had to be drawn somewhere, but it was somewhat difficult to say when or where.

On another note, Jacob not running screaming into the cold winter night said enough that he wasn't going to leave now. He hadn't found ANY of these crimes to be grounds for termination of their friendship. That itself was sweet and so very welcomed- even if a bit misguided, perhaps. Cassie's old friends had ended their relationship with her simply because she hung around the Glamrocks BEFORE they committed any actual, reprehensible crimes- and the fact Jacob was going to stay even after knowing Bonnie's dirty laundry said enough of his character.

Gregory suddenly patted the other boy's shoulder, feeling something small, fragile, and warm bloom in his gut. He shoved the controller more forcefully into the other's hands pointedly; as if to suggest whatever his words failed to convey. Jacob had a hold of their trust and friendship now; and losing that suddenly seemed unthinkable to Gregory. This boy had also suffered thanks to Vanny, and took what happened to himself with a grace that Gregory wished he had before therapy.

Even when we move out, staying in contact with him suddenly seems so much more important, Gregory thought to himself.

Jacob meanwhile seemed a little confused by Gregory and Cassie's suddenly reverent silence, but he took the controller and turned back to the monitor. He smiled at them, "Well, if that's all you guys hafta say about them... then I don't see any reason to be scared of them. It just sounds like they were forcibly grown up in a claustrophobic world like that and were only recently able to tell what they did was wrong. You said yourself they're trying to distance themselves from it now, yeah?"

"Yeah, that's right," Gregory nodded.

"Well, there you go! If you guys were trying to make me hate them, you're doing a poor job of it," Jacob cackled. "Call me stupid."

Cassie smiled and her face lit up- something Gregory never got to see enough. "You ain't stupid... in fact, I think the bots would be grateful you were so understanding about it. I'm surprised honestly..."

"-'Bout what?"

Cassie bobbled a single shoulder, "Its just... not a lot of people are so quick to forgive them. Freddy just recently admitted that he's felt down and out lately because people keep looking at them like they're things to fear. He says HIS FACE is what people imagine whenever they recall anything of Fazbear Entertainment's gross incompetence- and he isn't wrong. He and the other bots are so sensitive about it and their own mistakes. They really are trying to remake themselves."

"But that's all they can do, right? That's the best thing they can chose to do-" Jacob supplied easily. "That's more than what some people can say."

Gregory leaned back on his hands to prop himself up on the bed, "That's just it though: people won't look past that after a point. They'll see a reformed Glamrock and still see a crazy bot that should be stuffed back in the closet; no matter its awareness. Others won't see it, so the bots don't hold their breath whenever they encounter people. They try to be nice and patient as possible when they can- though it'll definitely be with limited success since some people won't ever see past the company's shady history and whatever little the Glams did."

Jacob was silent there, fiddling with the controller for the longest minute before eventually saying, "Well, I think its great they're still trying anyways. I know it ain't much, and its probably just stupid bias... but they have my vote for being cool." He put the controller down then, kneading his hands together. "Bonnie saved my life. I won't EVER forget that look on his face when he didn't get a hold of Brigid's car too... that was so mortal what I saw. Sinner or no, I'll always vouch for him AND Freddy if ever anyone has anything nasty to say about them. After all, Freddy saved Brigid too! And they all clearly care about you guys-" He gestured to them. "You don't hafta worry about chasing me off, anyways."

Gregory and Cassie watched him for the longest time, passed each other a look, and Gregory forced himself to sever his gaze with Jacob's almond colored own set. Something akin to tears wanted to bud at the corners of his periphery vision; but Gregory was too stubborn and bashful to let them fall in front of what could be considered his first real friend in such a long time.

At length, Jacob pushed the controller aside and merrily chirped, "I was thinking maybe, we can try another game? Something we can all play at once-"

"Whatcha figure?" Gregory asked, hoping to chase off the tears before they clawed their way to the surface again. He noticed Cassie discreetly wiping at the side of her eyes from behind their guest.

"Mario party," The dark-skinned boy grinned.

"Oh no- the legendary friendship destroyer!" Gregory laughed. "No dang way you just sealed our friendship and you're seeking to ruin it already!"

"What better than to put it to the real test?" The boy loftily teased. "Come on. Its just a stupid party game! Don't be chicken."

"Chica would have something to say about being chicken," Cassie teased this time. "Believe me: calling someone chicken would be a compliment if you knew how brave they are!"

"Then don't be a wet kitten," Jacob elbowed the pair. "Come on! Party me. Or, we can smash each other's face in on BRAWL?"

Gregory actually laughed there. No, really. He actually did laugh. Literally, he found himself laughing in earnest as Jacob pulled out his backpack and his portable gaming device and went to plug it in. The three of them settled in together after that, with Jacob setting up their controllers and ushering them into sitting beside him.

Gregory and Cassie would never doubt Jacob again- and he wouldn't doubt them or the bots either.

---

GLAMROCK BONNIE

You can wager the resident nosy rabbit was hearing all this.

Its impossible for him to NOT hear them. Once he got free of Monty, he became uncharacteristically hushed and listened in with a raptness that actually stole his friends' attentions. He told Freddy that the kids were talking about themselves and the things they've done- and you can wager Freddy would've lost color to his face if he could. Bonnie meanwhile was reasonably shocked and alarmed that Jacob would know what he's done-

But Jacob took it in stride and it was just water over the duck's back, as the saying goes. Bonnie was glad for it too; breathlessly relieved that at least in someone's eyes outside this family, somebody was willing to give the bots another chance despite their disgusting history. This was an encouraging aspect, and it served to bolster each of the bots when Jacob so readily accepted this- misguided as it might be.

It was there Freddy said, "Even when we move out, I'd like to have the kids keep meeting with him whenever possible... I do not think good friends like that would be very common, huh?"

Bonnie grabbed the ursine and leaned him over; bumping his forehead with the other. "Don't seem to be case, papa bear. Not really," he breathed.

This was a wonderful holiday, and a nice close to it (beyond Monty shoving slightly torn bullocks down his throat). Bonnie was, despite this sideways happening, couldn't have had a fuller day. For once in several years, something in his conscious cleared- and he wasn't sure why or what. A knot eased within him, and a way forward for them was in clear view.

No, he hadn't told the others about his meeting with Polar Freddy- he was going to do so soon. He promised no secrets anymore- but he didn't want to ruin this holiday with a bomb-shell like that. And after hearing this, he was certainly hesitant about broaching it regardless. He'd been quiet beyond his joking around today; taking it all in stride himself. He even inwardly swore he'd do anything he could to help Cassie and Gregory with whatever little friendships they can have-

As a bot with a perverted life and forced into animation he never wanted, it was the least he can do. He could grit his teeth and bear tasting this disgusting mound of ash and death on his tongue and sensors for them. That was worth everything to him- to protect this. No matter what he had to endure, he will continue being the kids' own sentinel if he had to.

And to be called mortal, he wondered. For someone to see us like that... its nice. Its not true, but its nice to hear it anyways. For someone who wishes to see us as an equal, even if I'm all too aware of the fact that isn't true- Is that sentiment wrong?

Bonnie let Freddy go after that, then bustled off to the kitchen to get a tray of drinks for the kids. He poured some home-made lemonade (Chica and Vanessa made it) and got three tall glasses on a platter; deciding to bring the kids their beverages so they can continue their evening uninterrupted in large part. Sun and Chica watched him do as they finished cleaning the kitchen of their feast from earlier.

He got to the room and knocked; with Greg grunting an acceptance to his entry. Bonnie did so and was greeted by the sight of the three kids playing on a rafting level on Mario Party. Jacob's eyes were bright and unafraid- something that made the bunny feel infinitely better as he perceived this.

He set the tray of lemonade down on the bedside table, giving them a warm smile each. Cassie stole a moment to stop paddling in game to kiss his cheek; stirring something within the rabbit's core that was probably more or less her father's spirit reacting in his own subtle way. It was a sensation both the bot and spirit shared though; with Bonnie gently pawing her head in adoration and moving out of her way so she can help the boys paddle on.

"Thank you!" they all chirped as he left.

"Party on, rockstars," he told them as he left them be.

"Love you," Cassie called after him.

He was in mid-motion of shutting the door as she said this; pausing long enough to say "Love you too, heart of mine" and then leaving them be. He noticed Gregory's rather long glance sometimes (this happened a lot actually)- as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't. The boy was a bit stunted in terms of reflecting how he really felt, even with therapy. But Bonnie can tell he loved them all too; and he wanted to say as much without being cheesy.

So Bonnie said as well, "And I love you, you little hellion." It wasn't much, but it was something.

Gregory smiled there; the motion on his face easy and its most boyish he's seen it. It was enough.

He shut the door after that and headed back down- more than satisfied in his place here. Yes, he was an undead spirit bound to a cartoon character with an actual conscience of its own and it was an unpleasant actuality- but Bonnie was learning to accept this rather easily; seeing as it was more time Cassie could have with her father she's never gotten back when he worked fourteen hours shifts. The girl was incredibly lonely, but at least this was no longer the case. It helped that both her father and himself were of like-mind when it came to certain matters of the heart. Yes, he hated tasting the poison of death on his sensors and was constantly struck by the fact a bot can even DETECT this (but then again people invented spirit boxes so, go figure). It was a burden he took in silence and gladly shouldered if it meant he can continue being that bridge for girl and parent.

And to be their guardian protector- that was the bots' purpose in life. That made him happy to oblige; so him acting as a stand-in wasn't a terrible reality. He knew that while Cassie would give her 'I love you's' to her father inside him, she was also giving it to himself as a person. After all, she's expressed wanting to see him again when he'd been decommissioned. She told her father she wanted to see Bonnie and asked what happened to him- and this was proof enough the girl cared about him, beyond the fact she went through the pains of repairing him and risking her life for his pieces. She also kept them apart as separate entities; helping Bonnie to find his center at the end of the day. He wasn't being mistaken for one or the other.

I am me. And she knows that. She knows I'm not her father, but an extension of him and his will. A vessel for him. We both exist in one space- however unnatural it is, and she does well to remember that. She tells me she loves me for being who I am- and not just tells me 'I love you' because of the person inside. She tells it to two independent beings; not mistaking one for the other. She'll even tell me when I'm acting too much like him- to help me find myself again so I'm not lost in his sentimentality.

That couldn't make me happier. This makes this life worth it for me. Its harder to bear it some days, but that love is all I want to subsist on- and all I'd ever really need, if ever this was all taken away from me. I am okay with continuing like this.

I am loved and validated for being Bonnie. Not just for being her father's shadow too.

He'd settle back down in the main room after that, ignoring Monty's scowl and drinking in the soft looks he got from his other friends. He sank gladly onto the rug in front of the hearth; lying right on the floor near the gator despite their squabbling earlier. The fire felt nice against his fur and bled its warmth into the chassis beneath; the sensation remembered by the spirit within. This bound life of his was further colored by her father's influence; a gift of mixed blessings but a welcomed one regardless.

"Whatcha smirkin' about?" Monty part-way groused beside him, likely looking to goad him into a mini-spat.

Bonnie sighed easily; the sound not of exasperation but of relaxation. He fluttered his optics closed and laid on his belly; paws folding under his chin to support his head. He stretched his legs out behind him in a show of the rabbit loaf.

He said in the smallest, easiest murmur, "I am me, and that makes me happy. I ain't him, and he and I aren't one being. We are two still, and we are happy being recognized for that. His presence in me also helps me experience this life differently and beautifully. I have all of you too, spit and vinegar 'n all. I have a house, and we have a job we enjoy doing together as a family. We do stuff together everyday, and we're cared for like we mean something to someone and do. I have a kid who tells me she loves me every day- and its a kid that's my own as well as his. What more do I want?"

"...Fair enough," Monty paused after that, taken aback by the deadpan nature of the rabbit's earnest delivery. Suddenly, even he smirked too, "So... you ain't pissed about being possessed?" There was a trace of curiosity there; and while the tone was his usual relaxed drawl, Bonnie can tell there was a trace amount of apprehension in it too.

"Nah. I'm at peace with it, man. I'm completely okay with it now- minus the scary, angry bits that bleed goop into my circuit board sometimes," Bonnie said without opening his eyes. "As long as I keep my conscience separate from his and I ain't hurting anyone with it, it'll be alright. I even thank it in some part for helping me see things different too. It even helps me feel happiness and sadness in varying degrees of color I couldn't perceive as a standalone A.I otherwise."

"So its a good thing-?"

"Kinda, yeah. For me, I suppose," Bonnie added that last part carefully upon remembrance of the bear nearby.

Monty hummed there, and he fell to silence after that; albeit only briefly. There was a chuckle next, the sound a slick sneer as he lowly added, "I'm gonna getcha back, yunno. For those rubber balls."

Now Bonnie peeped an eye at him, "Thought you always wanted balls? To be your best, manly Florida man self as you could be! You mad at my Christmas gift?"

"Fuck you and your stupid rabbit brain. Why the fuck is it always sex-related when it comes to rabbits?" Monty part-way chortled.

"You mad."

"I ain't mad."

"You totally are."

"Fuck you."

"Eat me."

"You wish, you over-sized varmint," The gator finished with a casual middle finger.

The two would nod off into rest mode after that; completely at ease with the other despite the insults flung. Bonnie actually looked forward to Monty's next prank, and the next time he got another 'I love you' from the family. He truly didn't want for anything anymore-

Not even to part with Cassie's father, apparently.

---

POLAR FREDDY

Christmas was a WONDERFUL time of year!

Even Polar Freddy got his gift in the end- or at least, in some part.

He'd been fixing up that processor piece Bonnie gave him; adjusting it in the walled-off room he'd been sitting in with his own rabbit. He reconfigured the box, added his own commands that he knew Snowshoe Bonnie would approve of, and then wondered about temporarily installing it- after all, Morris and the staff were off today. While Morris had no family, even he left to do some sort of... enigmatic work that they don't know of. In fact, Foxy getting hurt by Roxy pissed off the little man enough to make him WANT to leave for the day-

PERFECT.

Foxy was quiet and in repair stasis down the hall, while Polar Freddy and his Bonnie was left alone for the most part in this ginormous facility- all by themselves on this floor, actually. For this day, Freddy was going to treat himself to his own Christmas gift and give intelligence back to his friend. Perhaps the judgment was rushed or impulsive. Perhaps it was careless and stupid- but Polar Freddy could not deny the fact that not being able to talk to his friend aggravated him and stressed him out. He had to talk to Snowshoe Bonnie again.

So, he spoiled himself this Christmas day and was bent over him and his brain; fitting the processor in place and disabling that nasty trojan folder in his memory banks. He even installed some of his own memories of their times in the old facility to help the rabbit with some semblance of recall. After all, it wasn't like Morris had the rabbit's memories lying around in some folder somewhere here. When Snowshoe Bonnie was decommissioned, it had been at the supply depot. Whatever files where there were gone now- as the building was being taken down as of recently.

This was the big moment: The moment in which Freddy will see if his friend will be himself. He's taken all the measures he could; put everything he knew into this processor and installed it with the utmost care. He's reprogrammed it, wrote every new line of code he could that was standard- he knew all of his friend's intricacies. Bonnie had shown him his core once as a willing act of trust. He knew what his friend needed. All he had left now is just their memories to account for- to which he remedied by downloading everything he knew from himself since they both awakened together for the very first time under the roof of the supply depot. All his memories and his know-how was in this processor too.

So, after installing the processor and sealing up the rabbit's cranial cavity, he stepped back and used a command prompt to wake him up remotely. He hadn't waited either; knowing that the wait will kill him and take his resolve with it. Snowshoe Bonnie will no doubt be off-kilter, but it will be him, right?

Right?

He still didn't have all his parts- that Freddy knew. His activity will still be restricted until everything was given back in earnest. And even then, Freddy cannot give back all his parts permanently until after he got his friend out of here. He promised he was going to help Glamrock Bonnie and the others with their hunting though; so it meant he will have to be here a bit longer. Just long enough to get all he needed, and to finish off the company for good so they won't hurt anyone ever again. It was a worthy cause, and one that even Polar Freddy will agree to if it meant his friend could never be threatened again.

The Arctic variant of the character itself budged. He moved on his own- that was of no surprise. However, the surprise was his groan. He hadn't made a sound until now; not one peep. No questions have been posed, no words uttered to betray intelligent curiosity in all the times he's been 'awake'. Bots don't typically groan either- as there was no need too unless its to betray exasperation or discomfort. However, as a character that was capable of feeling confusion or pain (or perhaps both?) in the instance of Snowshoe Bonnie, he groaned.

He sat up slowly, one long-fingered paw gently bumping his head and kneading at his dome like he was trying to flatten the artificial fur coat back over it in a way that's more comfortable. He blinked rapidly too; optics fluttering and then arresting onto a space beyond him; likely focusing on his Hud. He ran several scans, searched his core, and his expression-

It fluctuated into unbridled panic.

"How... how long have I-" he muttered, his soft, crooning tenor a hair's width from total meltdown.

He quieted down again after that, simply scanning and processing as fast as an advanced A.I can do in its limited state. His maroon optics found his anxious best friend, stayed, and would remain so for an unfathomable amount of moments. Polar Freddy and Snowshoe Bonnie would continue to stare at the other unblinkably too; the latter in which finally removed his paw from his dome and continued to mull over what he knew. He eventually looked around the room too, looked at the pile of children's books in the corner, then squinted back at the over-sized polar bear variant.

From what the ursine could see, this rabbit was likely combining everything he knew and experienced and was combining the pieces into one cohesive timeline- in just the span of a minute or two. He mulled over their now shared memories and code, placed a paw on his spotty owl-like breast, and squinted as some errant thought came to him. His claws flexed and closed over faux fur, then he felt around the table and scanned the system of the building.

All the while Polar Freddy waited with what could be the bot version of bated breath.

Snowshoe Bonnie's earlier panic had thankfully died (after all, bots can process certain inflections easier and quicker than organics could), but the bear knew his friend was a skittish, timid sort that's liable to jump at the smallest disturbance. Anything in his own mind could prompt for a panicked reaction; which was odd too, as Bonnie Bunny the character was supposed to be bolder and more curious than some of the others. While this Arctic hare-like bot was a Bonnie of some kind, he couldn't be more different. Polar Freddy has seen the manuals and talked with the Glamrock enough times to now know just how special his rabbit was- how he broke the mold for other Bonnies.

At length, the hare/rabbit hybrid bot slipped awkwardly to his over-long feet; finding his footing for the first time in years as an sentient being. His huge ears flexed and flattened low to his skull; a character trait to help keep the tips from grazing ceiling as a remembered reflex-

Good. That trait is his entirely. That means SOMETHING, yes?

Polar Freddy coughed slightly, then found himself twiddling his ridiculously long claws nervously. The sound of his voice box made the lagomorph jolt somewhat, but not freak out or lower himself to the ground as was typical when startled. The bear stepped toward him cautiously, maintaining a respectable distance of a yard while watching his friend's eyes and body gestures too; to scan if he missed any nuance of his programming. After all, he wanted more than anything to hope that all his fussing since yesterday had some payoff and if he's succeeded in bringing back his best and only friend after so terribly long.

"How do you feel?" Polar Freddy tried instead, a polite but loaded query. He couldn't figure any other way to start a conversation between them until he knew for sure his friend was there.

The Arctic bot hummed now, his smooth tenor a ginger, timid nuance that carried all too easily the smallest of subtleties in his personality. Its like he wore his heart on his sleeve each time he spoke; the sound reminding one of a child whose been raised in a harsh but honest household. The sound bounced rather intrusively loudly in the otherwise vacant room; as there wasn't a lot that could absorb the noise they produced. Even now, Polar Freddy can hear every pulse of their cores and the whir of their compressors; every moment their servos and brackets whined with any tiny movement.

"I'm... confused. And scared. And mostly confused," he stated, blunt as ever.

This honest admission of having emotions made the bear happy even though it wasn't supposed too. Call it a mixed response. Despite this, he asked the lagomorph, "Is there anything I can do to help make it less confusing?"

"No... I do not think so," Snowshoe Bonnie murmured lowly; as if afraid some parent would hear him muttering past his bedtime. He always had an inside voice going for him; talking quietly and in a furtive manner like he was speaking in blasphemous secrets. The wary way he looked around could even be more akin to the manner of frightened deer looking for danger. "I mulled over the information you gave me... and I do not think you can give me more than what I already have... beyond the rest of my own memories." He rubbed at his head again and stared at the bear a bit more carefully, "You... you kept a copy of some of my data in you all along? All this time? From when I showed you my core?"

Polar Freddy looked away- as the observation was something that highly unusual when he last saw his friend's inner workings a long time ago- a couple years or so, to be exact. It was both embarrassing and... something else, but he couldn't exactly say what. "I am sorry... I do not know why I did that-" he admitted.

The white furred bot was pensive for a moment, then mumbled, "Well... I am lucky you did. If you hadn't, I do not think I can be here now. Thank you."

Polar Freddy felt his face split into something he hadn't felt for so long, his claw twirling ceasing immediately as he analyzed his friend's speech patterns and mannerisms. He held himself back- feeling obscenely giddy with the idea of being able to talk to his Bonnie again. It was its own Christmas miracle in a way!

The rabbit moved around a bit more, then shyly glided towards the bear in his usual hesitating saunter. His long face stayed lowered to the ground- anxious of eye contact but making the effort to meet Freddy's own here and there. Each time their eyes connected, something else eased within the bear and the rabbit was also growing steadily bolder. His smile was weak and flickered; timid in its display but sincere and it would remain so for the rest of the night.

The rabbit slowly tried to reach out for one of Freddy's paws so to hold it-

But the bear wasn't going for that today. No. He instead closed the gap completely with an actual bear hug. He scooped up the rabbit and buried his nose into his breast-

And he started to cry.