Toy Bonnie POV
"That'll never work."
"Are you serious?"
"It won't!"
"You can't be serious."
"That's the worst plan I've ever heard in my life."
"Bonnie!"
"Okay, I lied. It's pretty good." Chica lightly slaps me as my guffaws send echoes throughout the pizzeria.
"Not so loud! Everyone's still asleep," she murmurs. "You ready?"
"I'll manage," I reply. How did I let her rope me into this?
"Okay," Chica says, shutting her eyes for a moment to collect herself.
"It'll be good," I assure her. "Everything will work out perfectly."
She exhales and looks at me. "Yeah. You're right. Let's go."
We silently sprint to the dining area and head towards the main stage, rolling onto it like ninjas. I can't believe we're going through with this. Even going over the plan several times, it doesn't compare to the real thing.
"You fudged the security system?" Chica whispers.
"Little late to ask, don't you think?" I chuckle to a glare. "Sorry. Of course I did."
"Good." She runs her hand over her face. "Alright. Here goes nothing."
She reaches behind Freddy's neck and carefully fiddles with something. I stay in front of them, ready to tackle him down if something goes wrong.
"You got it?" I mutter.
"Just a sec…there." She flips the secret kill switch all of us have and steps away.
Freddy doesn't respond. Chica's shoulders sag as the tension leaves her and she wraps me tightly in her arms.
"We did it," she says softly. "Thank you."
"Don't mention it," I reply. "He was about due for a personality transplant anyway."
She laughs a little. "We should probably get to sleep. Big day tomorrow."
"Way ahead of you," I respond. We step into position and I close my eyes.
"Bonnie?" she says.
"Yes, Chica?" I say.
"Was what we did…right?"
I blink and look directly into her eyes. "It's right for you," I say, lightly stroking her hand as I fall into a deep slumber.