[[Next person who says I should make my chapters longer is going to be the one to blame if I stop writing. I'm not doing this for fun anymore, but I'm continuing because you guys like reading it. But if I feel under appreciated then you can bet I'll stop writing this fic. Just a heads up.]]

There was a loud screech through the pizzeria. Freddy turned towards it and his eyes narrowed with a couple clicks,
"Someone doesn't seem happy that we stole his victim." He said with a sarcastic tone, then grinned at Harley, "Stay here sweet heart. We will deal with this." He said and motioned for Chica and Bonnie to follow before heading in the direction of the storage room. Chica followed instantly while Bonnie lagged behind, looking back to Harley with a quiet squeak of their neck, "Harley..." They started in a worried voice. They looked genuinely concerned. "You've got to leave here... Freddy is lying... I-I'm sorry... You're different... Nicer then the other guards... Please... You must live..." They said and grabbed Harley's shoulders. If animatronics could cry, Harley would bet Bonnie would be. Bonnie then released her, "Freddy was the one w-who took off the child's frontal lobe... Foxy took the blame... He was always the quiet one... The nice one... Freddy broke Foxy's jaw and claimed that Foxy had done the horrible deed... You must not trust Freddy... Or Chica... She always trusted Freddy the most..." Bonnie then stepped back and darted after where the other two had disappeared. Harley took a few steps back. The exit was through the storage room... There was no way she wouldn't collide with one of the animatronics. She'd have to hide until then... She looked around and started her search, heading towards the bathrooms. Meanwhile, Foxy scoured the storage room, unable to control his screeching from his distress. He knew Freddy and the others would be coming. They wouldn't be able to ignore him if he was coming after Harley. All he wanted was to make sure she escaped. He didn't want her to end up like them. She didn't deserve it. She didn't do anything to provoke everyone yet Freddy still wanted her dead. If only... If only he could find her and make sure she got out... "Well well well, what do we have here!" Came Freddy's deep and almost mockingly cheerful voice, "How do you do, Foxy old chum!" Foxy narrowed his eyes and went into a pouncing position. He was outmanned but he had the best weaponry. Sharper teeth and a hook. Wait... Where was Harley? His screech intensified and Bonnie covered their ears and writhed from the sound, but Chica and Freddy were better at masking it. "What have ye done to the lass?!" He spoke between screeches. Freddy laughed his signature laugh, "Nothing..." Then he seemed darker and sinister. "...Yet." He said and laughed again, this time Chica joined in while Bonnie remained idle, not joining in on the laughter. Freddy and Chica paid Bonnie no mind. "I'll kill ye you scoundrels! Tell me where she be and I'll spare you!" Foxy roared, anger bubbling up inside him. He hadn't felt this angry since Freddy had hurt a child and broken his jaw. He didn't want another child hurt. He needed to protect Harley... If only he knew she was planning her own escape.