"Fine, you can stay."

His eyes widened and his smile seemed to grow, showing off more of his sharp teeth. He squealed like a child, "Oh thank you, (y/n)! I promise I won't let you down!" He swept you up in a bear hug, his fur brushing up against your body. You stared at him for a bit and laughed a bit, "Jeez, you're not as serious as I thought." Hugging back, he whined a bit at the teasing but seemed extremely grateful, nonetheless. A sound of a soft growl seemed to emit from Euphoria and you glanced towards him, teasing, "Are you purring?" His ears twitched and he grew flustered, immediately setting you down. He crossed the arms he had hugged you with, looking away embarrassed.

You pat his side gently and spoke, "Well, I have to get to bed. You could join me if you want." He grinned and settled on the bed first, taking up all the space. You huffed, "Where am I going to sleep?" He glanced over and smiled, "You can sleep on top of me. I am very fluffy after all." You rolled your eyes and went over, able to climb on top of the behemoth, and lay on his fluffy chest. You couldn't help but snuggle your face in it. It really was that fluffy.

All the shuffling and cuddling made Euphoria purr as you found the perfect position. You whispered softly, "Goodnight, Euphoria...."

He smiled, "Sweet dreams, (y/n)."

As you drifted off to sleep, he stroked your (h/c) hair with one of his large claws, being careful not to harm you or your skin.

That was the best sleep you had gotten in years.

~ 12:42 PM ~

You quietly swept at the trash on the floor as children ran around, screaming like lunatics. The air smelled of birthday cake and half-baked pizza. There was the sound of singing from the animatronics, children playing, and employees shouting and keeping an eye on both them and the animatronics. Dumping away the trash, you glanced around the colorful diner. Usually, you would have been disturbed and annoyed by it, but today, you seemed motivated and at peace with the noise. Sleeping with Euphoria helped you relax, surprisingly.

You thought back to what happened this morning when you were leaving around 7 a.m. You were entrusting Euphoria with staying in the house and at first, the thought of it made you so nervous. Sometimes you felt that if you went back to your house, it would be on fire. Before you left, you even set rules for him like no answering the door or looking out the window. You made sure everything was locked and you taught him how to use the microwave, in case he got hungry, because he was basically part human. It was almost like taking care of a child. He told you not to worry before you left and just somehow, while you were driving to work, you weren't. Maybe Euphoria placed some kind of spell on you to make you extremely calm.

Sighing quietly through your nose, you moved to put away the cleaning supplies before bumping into a certain figure. You staggered back and rubbed your nose, mumbling an apology. "No need to apologize," a deep yet young voice spoke in a hushed tone, "This has been happening since we met, (y/n)." You looked up at the one and only Michael, the bear mask covering his face. You were the only other person who knew about Michael's secret, aside from this old man named Henry (but you only met him once). He deemed you as a trustworthy person because you were one of the most reliable people here. Not only that but you were capable of dealing with the Scrap gang with no hesitation or fear. He admired the bravery you had and it always seemed to lure him to you.

Michael had to admit though. You looked much calmer and less stressed than you usually do. Sure, you normally bumped into him, but this time you seemed much more distracted. Maybe it was something he could help with.

You sighed, "I just feel more distracted than usual. I don't know." Michael frowned underneath the mask, grabbing your hand, "Is something bothering you? Does it have to do with your home? You can stay with me, you know." He had also become extremely protective over you since you were human and he could easily lose you. He had already lost so much.

You blushed slightly and chuckled, "I'm fine, Michael, really. You need to stop worrying so much." Michael rubbed the back of his neck and nodded, feeling a bit embarrassed. You smiled softly and then remembered, "Don't I have the midnight shift?" The mask's eyes seemed to widened and he immediately added, "Yes, but I'm coming with. I don't trust you alone with them." You rolled your eyes, "Mikey, I can take care of myself. I've handled them before."

He tensed slightly, "I know but..." He sighed and muttered almost inaudibly, "I just don't want to lose you." You looked over and smiled softly, "Hey, it's okay, Mike. If it makes you feel better, you can come with. Besides, it gets pretty lonely, even with Helpy and the Scrap Gang." He smiled and pulled you into a hug. You involuntarily hugged back, but you realized it wasn't the same hug as Euphoria's, which made you a bit reluctant to hug him. He pulled away awkwardly, though, after he realized he had been hugging you for too long. "Soo... See you tonight?" You giggled, "Certainly, Michael." He nodded and walked off to do pizzeria manager things.

Nights with the Scrap Gang weren't that hard.

~ 2:00 AM ~

The peacefulness you had felt during the day quickly wore off once you stepped into this place. The atmosphere was tense and your every move could easily be the death of you. Michael, however, kept you at bay and from losing your shit as he watched the vents beside you as you printed papers. Now and then, you two would start a conversation but was interrupted by either Molten Freddy's laughing, Scraptrap's comments, or Scrap Baby's taunts. Lefty would come occasionally but he would really just stare before leaving silently. Michael sighed and looked over, noticing that your hands were a bit shaky. He frowned and went over, holding them gently.

You glanced towards him lightly and blushed. Michael always liked the feeling of your hands. Ever since he died, he had become a cold statue, and the feeling of warm skin made him nostalgic yet jubilant. You squeezed his hands back and smiled softly, to which he looked away, a blush dusting the cheeks of the mask. A deep rumble came from the left vent, paired with a tease, "You finally got a girlfriend, Michael~ I'm so proud." Michael glared and shined the flashlight in Scraptrap's eyes, "Shut it, trash rabbit!" The bunny hissed and moved away quickly, muttering curse words under his breath. You smiled at that, knowing that the rabbit was the most foul-mouthed.

But you felt a new sense of dread. You realized that no noise had come from the right vent. Was Baby there watching and waiting? No, she would have struck immediately. Maybe it was Molten? But you would have heard his laughter. It was probably Lefty, who was always one to silently speculate and watch the events that unfolded. You grabbed your flashlight but was immediately confused.

Instead, it was another animatronic, but it wasn't like the others. Its figure was similar to Molten Freddy, but you could see that a large mass of wires like a snake body was following it out of the vent, which meant it was really large. Additionally, it still had a torso and its face was close to Rockstar Freddy's but without bright colors and red cheeks. You weren't certain if it was deactivated or not because its head slouched over the side of the vent. You glanced towards Michael, who seemed rather distracted, and slowly looked back at the molten bear.

What to do?

Touch it?

Or

Leave it alone?

(Once again, comment on your choice and read the applicable chapter. You are allowed to read the other choice.)

THIS APPLIES FOR ALL CHAPTERS.