"Hi Kids! Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria! My name is Freddy Fazbear," Freddy exclaimed. I was waiting behind the curtain watching the show until I was called out on stage. My hands were gripping the tattered rough material. Any moment now, I would be on the stage singing a song to all the little faces below me. It's the same every day. Sing, go off stage, talk to kids, and then close the Pizzaria. Boring, I know.

It used to be different until the bite of '87. We would use to allow the kids to climb on stage and hug us during the show. Sometimes if they were lucky and we had enough time, we would allow them to help us sing the next songs. Flashbacks of that always reoccurring nightmare appear and I shudder at the mere thought of it. The blood, kids screaming, and the parents just watching in horror. Though, the most haunting memory was the look on Foxy's face. The regret, pain, and sorrow deep within those amber hues of his. But, just one small part of me is refusing to believe that he had done it. That he had no control over what he had did, but that's crazy me talking.

Isn't it?

"My name is Bonnie! I like to play strings on my guitar," he paused and ran a finger through the guitar's chords, "though, we are missing one band member. Can you help us call out Chica?" Bonnie shouted out to the crowd. Don't mess up Chica, don't mess up. I shut my eyes and started to picture the pizza that was gonna be laid out for me when we finish. Oh god, just imagining the sweet taste of cheesy heaven already has me drooling.

"YES WE CAN!" the kids shout, bringing me out of my dazed out trance from the thoughts of pizza, "CHICA!" the kids yell again. I walk out on stage smiling brightly while looking at the cheerful faces below me. The innocent glow that was evident in their eyes and their missing teeth. My dress bobbed up and down when I jogged to the center of the stage.

I scanned the people below me before continuing, "are you the people who called my name?" I put my hands on my hips shifting my weight onto the other leg.

I watched their heads bob up and down, answering my overly rehearsed line. Oh how much I wished I could change it, maybe a slight modification to what I say to make it sound like how I want it to sound.

I placed one hand on the microphone in front of me, "well let's jam!" I cried out. Bonnie strummed his guitar while Freddy joined me for the song. All the while kids screams filled the air and my ear drums. This is going to be longer then I want it to be.

~After~

As soon as I finish singing my song, I clap my hands and giggle. All the children laugh and run around the place. It always brings me joy when I get to see their little faces light up in excitement. Some of them containing dimples, and some high cheek bones.

I start to walk off the stage and head towards different groups of kids; having fun and spreading smiles everywhere I go. It felt like only minutes, but in actual reality - and not inside my head - it was more than a few hours. I stood up from the group I as with and looked around the pizzeria looking for a certain pair of purple ears. Bonnie looked back up at me and waddled through the kids that were starting crowd around him.  

A British accent was thick and prominent as he spoke, "oi, Chica!" he pointed to the clock hanging above the double glass doors. I followed his finger and sighed seeing the time; 6 P.M. also known as closing time. I trudged over to the stage. I would love the kids to stay for a longer time and we could play, but the aching of my feet and soreness of my throat keep me from thinking otherwise. I hopped onto the stage and cradled the mic in my hand. 

"Sorry kids but it's closing time!"

The building echoed with 'awe's' as the kids went to go find their parents. Every child a parent and they walked out like pairs to their cars. I watched them go until I heard cheering behind me.

"Wow, today was easy," Freddy flopped into a chair using an arm to cover his eyes. Bonnie nodded, "normally there is always a dilemma," a thick British accent was laced in with Bonnie's words. Bonnie went and placed his guitar down before crisscrossing his legs on the floor. I went to join them, after all, they were right. Normally there would be a kid with no parent or someone throwing up on stage.

"Haven't had one of these days in a while," I brushed a hand through my long, thick, blonde hair and heaving a sigh. I collapsed on stage breathing in deeply and exhaling the same. It felt good to relax with your buddies after a long day of hard work. I kicked the tight boots off my feet, letting them throb freely.

Bonnie tapped my shoulder, I lazily opened an eye at him, "can you make us some - " he was cut short by a growl from his stomach. He gulped slightly looking down at his stomach then back at me. I gave him a smile and stood up stretching my arms.

"Hey Chica," Freddy called me over with a wave of his hand and I come waddling over, "get me a sprite". He waved me off and I went to the kitchen but Freddy's voice stopped me half way, "make that a sprite zero," I giggled.

"Freddy that won't help you lose weight," I rolled my eyes and continued on my way to the kitchen. 

I walked into the kitchen and like usual, make a pizza. I was halfway done with the ingredients and about to head back and give Freddy his sprite zero when a child's laughter bounced off of the walls. I rolled my eyes and put the sprite down on the counter before turning behind me. Obviously, it was Goldie. He and his child laughter keep trying to scare me, but I tell him all the time it will not work. 

I try my best to retain myself around him or otherwise he would be soaking wet, in a tutu, singing "I'm A Barbie Girl" with me recording it. Definitely putting it on YouTube. Besides Goldie being taller he's also older. Goldie was 21 with me only 14. Foxy is 15 with Bonnie 15 and Freddy 18. I am the youngest sadly, but I don't grow old! 

That's a good thing right?

Goldie popped up in front of me and I tried to slap him, letting him know that he failed. But instead, I failed miserably in trying to slap him because... Well... He caught my wrist. 

He pulls me in his chest - which I oh so softly landed into - and twirled me around holding onto my waist. I yelped slightly with surprise before elbowing him in the gut. He lets me go and I spring from his grasp like a ballet dancer.

"You're a feisty one, Chica Carrot," he eyed me up and down and I stuck my tongue out at him. "I wonder what would happen if I were to kiss you," he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me flush against his chest.

"You do that and you will be waking up as a girl the next morning and I will sell your dong on eBay,"

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dying of laughter at the last part

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