Y/N shot up. She had a nightmare of what would happen if that purple dude noticed that animatronics gone.. She would have been gone. At least, that's what she thought. She sighed and got up off the couch.

You made your way to the Kitchen, and pulled out your phone. You played Michael In The Bathroom on it, and set it on the counter. You began making eggs and toast.

"I'm just Michael who you don't know, Michael flying solo," You put the eggs on plates. "And I here a drunk girl singing along to Whitney through the door- I wanna Dance with Somebody!" You sung along proudly. It wasn't the best because it was hoarse from just waking up, but was still good.

You made three pieces of toast each, and sorted it onto plates, and began bacon. "Now there's no one to make fun of drunk girls with anymore," You jerked your arm as greasy burnt your arm. "Knock, Knock, Knock, They're gonna start to shout soon," You shook the pan a bit. "Knock, Knock, Knock, Oh, hell Yeah! I'll be out soon,"

"I'm just Michael, who's a Loner, so he must be a Stoner, rides a P-T cruiser, god he's such a loser! Michael flying solo, who you think that you know, Michael in the bathroom by himself," You put a piece of paper towel on a plate and dump the bacon onto it. "All by himself, himse-e-elf!"

"Best party every I'm so glad I came." You put the plates on the counter and did a pose, before laughing at your terrible dancing. "Your so terrible." Ballora said from the doorway. "I mean, Your singing's pretty good, but you have to work on your dancing." Baby agreed. "Agreed." Foxy nodded, resting his arms on Ballora's head. "A.. Agreed!" Freddy nodded. He wasn't too found on talking now that he didn't have his scary intimating voice.

You shook your head. "Don't judge the cook." You took a large steak knife and pointed it at them. Baby put her arms up and sat at the table, with everyone else. You ate at the counter, scrolling through a story online.

"Done. It was good." Foxy puts the plate in the sink, washing it, then putting it in the empty dishwasher. He looked over her shoulder. "Me Mes? What are those?" You laughed a bit. "Memes. It's pronounced Memes. There just little shitposts." Foxy shrugged. "I dunno what that is, but okay." He went outside, followed by Freddy, Baby and Ballora.

Your movie was still on the screen, stuck on the end screen. You turned it off, groaning. You jumped, as a loud crack echoed throughout the house. The lights flickered, and went out. "Goddamnit!" You cried.

Foxy screamed. It was always girly, but it sounded much more girly then normal. You sighed. You heard Freddy gasp, then cry, "WHAT?!" His was more feminine as well. Baby and Ballora were groaning. Baby's voice was already quite pubescent already, but was a bit more masculine, as well as Ballora's.

"Y/N, We need help!" You heard the feminine Foxy cry. "Come back in here, then!" The door opened, and suddenly, all four were right behind you. Except...

They were.. Genderbent. Foxy groaned. "My stomach huuuurts!" He groaned, and looked down "her" shirt. "Oh boy..."

In the end, everyone fell asleep. Freddy and Bon Bon were in a chair, Ballora and Baby were in another, And Foxy and yourself were on the sofa.