Laurence, Alan, David, and Brandon walked behind you, as you ran into the restaurant, Chris laughing ontop of your shoulders. Laurence stared at you in awe, completely ignoring Chris, while the others just glared.

You sat Chris down at a table and stood at the end of the table, staring at the Animatronics. A man walked up to the table. "Hello. Welcome to Fredbear's Family Diner. How may I help you?" You shook your head and looked at Chris. "What kind of pizza,bud?"

"Uhm.. Cheese." He said, looking up at the man. "Small Cheese Pizza and Two Bottled Waters." You answered him.

The man began walking away, still writing something down in his notepad. Chris leaned between you two, completely pushing Chris off his chair and making him move down one. "Laurence." You said quietly. "What?"

"Move." "No." You stared at him. "Fi-i-ine.." He got up and moved to the other side of you. Chris kept in the spot he was in,waiting for you to sit down. You sat next to him, as the man came back with two waters and a pizza. He set the pizza down in the table and gave each water to Chris and Yourself.

Laurence sighed as you two began talking. "So, Chris. Two days until your birthday..?"  You smiled down at him. "One, Actually." He corrected. "I'll be there. What time does it start?" You asked. Chris shrugged. "Nine Thirty." Laurence said. "I'll be there by Eight if I'm lucky. If there's no traffic, I'll be here early to help set up."

"What about your Mom? Does she know about it?" Chris asked. "Yeah. Your parents asked if she could come early, anyways." "Cool!"

You three had gone up to the stage, watching the Animatronics interact with the children. Time had gone by sooner then you thought, And you had to go. "Bye, Laurence." He waved. "Bye, (Name)." "Bye, Chris." "Bye,(Name)!" You picked up Chris, though him being 11 years old, and hugged him. You put him down. "See you tomorrow..!"

"See you tomorrow!" He smiled up at you. You chased after your mom and big brother, Him messing up your hair, though it was already messy. "Don't make it too messy, Or there'll be a knot." Warned your mother. "Okay, Ma." He put his arms down as you walked to the car. "So, Mom, We will be at the party by Eight?" you asked. "Yes. Why?" She asked. "I told Chris his parents asked You to come early, and he got excited.." "Oh."