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Fuuuuuuuuuuck you don't want to leave your cocoon of blankets you don't want to go topside, you pout like a child a little while longer not that there's anyone around to give that face too. Goldie left fully dressed not long after Bonnie but not before pulling some of your blankets back and telling you you really should get ready with that stupid melt you to a puddle of goo and do whatever he says smile he has. You know you really do need to face the music the face of this place doesn't get time off not that you would take it you would give it to your team they work hard and frankly deserve more than one day a week off that cant even be considered that. But none the less you really don't want to see if the whitecoats retrieved a poor soul from your suit its always yours you think the Freddy suit has something against you some days. You roll out of bed though, if there is something in him you don't want anyone else to possibly find it they don't need that you'll shoulder that burden.

"Brr!" you roll onto your toes in a feeble attempt to escape the icy hardwood floor and waddle awkwardly to your closet pulling out your suit and throwing it probably a little haphazardly onto the bed so you can fumble around for some socks desperately. "Oh thank you whoever up there still likes me a little bit," you pull on the acquired thick black socks with a yawn, man those two wore you out. Footsteps upstairs make you shake it off though, it really is time to get a move on. You pull on your suit smoothing non-existent wrinkles singing some song that Chica demanded you dance to with her on some game last night. Its not even English and its stuck in your head on repeat like some broken record. You're mindless to your singing though as you tie your bow-tie getting increasingly louder til you're singing at your normal volume instead of a whisper.

It's not until his voice cuts you off that you come back to earth, "someone's in a good mood all of a sudden." Your mouth shuts with a loud click and your cheeks are instantly flaming as Bonnie closes the small distance between you straightening your tie for you. "Goldie said you were having a hard time so I figured I'd come help you." His hands smooth over your chest moving to do up the buttons of your blazer making you purr a little under your breath. You turn away when he releases you so you can toe on your shoes and scan the room for your hat scratching the back of your head when you don't see it anywhere.

"I just really don't wanna see if there's blood or worse in my suit is all love. I'm just pouting though the children always come first. God damn it all! Do you see my oh -," you turn back to him seeing your hat in his hands. You duck down a bit so he can place it on your head carefully sliding your ears through their slots so that it fits comfortably.

"Perfect," he smiles looking you over as you straighten up, "and if there's anything in him we'll just give him a quick bath frankly all of them could use one might be a chore for tonight was just going to wait til mine was repaired but that seems to be taking a while Goldie absolutely mauled that thing."

"It wasn't exactly being very nice to you, love. It pissed him off...unfortunately we both kinda break things when we get mad..." You don't remember much about that night honestly you weren't there for the actual carnage. It was quite a while ago and by that you mean like half a year ago you guys had just met Goldie at that point yeah was quite a meeting.

"I know love no harm no foul really its not like the bunny could feel it it was just surprised I'm sure. But enough reminiscing we need to get up there its...messy."

You blink a few times at his change of tone at the word messy but follow him out anyway admittedly with your eyes watching that fluffy tail poking out of the back of sinfully tight black skinny jeans, you shake your head to get yourself to look away as you both ascend the stairs leading to the open trap door of the stage that leads topside. You reach up to tug at your own hair when you see what he means by messy. Blood. There's blood everywhere. He struggled that much is obvious and you feel yourself go a bit hollow. "Freddy, don't do that," you let go of your own locks as if they were on fire at the sound of Chica's voice.

"Sorry Chica...I'm trying not to do that anymore..." You hang your head like a pup who's ashamed they forgot the meaning of a command or a softly scolded child and it barely brushes her shoulder when she embraces you. Chica gives the best hugs she's the closest thing to a mother any of you have and its sad since shes the same age as Foxy not but three years older than Goldie and you and only five older than Bonnie who's the baby of your original four before you met Mangle and Goldie and before Fredrick and Bernard were thrown under your responsibilities. Your eyes snap open, Fredrick and Bernard, "Chica where are the children?" They don't need to see this. They don't need to know the full extent of the hell you all live in. Not yet, not so young, not like you.

"They're still down below, love, we came up first. Freddy, breath they're fine I told them to stay put," Bonnie's rubbing circles into your back and you release a breath you didn't realize you were holding and steel yourself.

"Let's get this cleaned up I'll tend to the body or what's left of it," you know you sound empty like a shell almost, but you would never let them deal with the horror of cleaning what's left of the people who dare be here at night. They silently obey you releasing you from their holds and going to the kitchen for cleaning supplies.

You know where you'll find what's left, looking across the stage you meet the cold eyes of the departed. He had brown eyes and pretty nice teeth it seems. You take a grounding breath and start moving your shoes click against the wood softly as you approach the suit you loath so much. The children love him though so you do all you can to respect him. With a shiver you pull out the pocket knife you made a habit of carrying when you were younger using it to sever the tendons that are still attached to the eyes placing them at your feet carefully before going to take the head off your personal prison cell.

"You bite me yet again and I swear to every culture's higher powers that I will dismantle you and burn your parts while laughing about it," the head comes off easy enough and its rare for you to get to the victim first its usually just the eyes, teeth, and most of their blood left when you get to them. Not this time. You can't help it you never did get used to the stench of death you double over falling to your knees as the scent hits your hypersensitive nose and heave...loudly. You hear something drop and the rushing of feet as you sputter and gasp for air trying to regain control, but images are flashing around you now and despite your stomach having no contents you continue to heave. A hand pulls your hat off gathering your, too short to actually be in any danger, hair and holding it back while its twin rubs soothing circles into your back much too firmly to be Bonnie like you originally thought it was.

"You ok there, captain? Yuck, that's just gross...not to mention rude you four. Wanna day off? You could probably use it I don't think anyone should expect you to wear that suit til its been shampooed like five times at least. Bet Mike wouldn't give two hoots either." Foxy's metal hand releases your hair now that you've stopped and you sit back on your heels looking over your shoulder meeting a single gold eye and a lopsided but worried grin complete with a few fake silver teeth and sharp fox fangs.

"Not a chance. We have that little girl's birthday party today and I promised to wear that costume that you worked so hard on for it plus she asked me personally to sing for her. You've been looking forward to this for weeks, Foxy its not often we get a pirate exclusive party I will not be the wet blanket here. It's bad enough Bonnie can't play for her I don't need him worrying over me too."

"Well actually...." You raise an eyebrow at him motioning with your head for him to continue. "Goldie and I managed to fix his suit up while you guys were playing with Chica last night lass did a good job keeping you guys distracted." He has a shit eating grin on his face and you haven't been quite so happy about these suits in a while.

"Wow that's awesome I was wondering where he was twin shit wasn't working. Just figured he was doing whatever weird stuff he did before he figured out we all exist and didn't want to be found. Did you tell Bonnie? He'll be ecstatic he misses playing for the kids."

"Not yet gonna surprise him but we should address this first," he lifts his patch revealing his other eye. It used to just be for the pirate act but ever since Bonnie's accident he wears it to help him smile and not hate his own so much.

"Yeah...Help me give him a properish funeral?"

"Aye aye Captain, no need to do it alone I'll get him out back."

"Right...I'm gonna ummm..." You start pulling at your hair again without noticing til he gently smacks your wrist, "thank you...I'm gonna go get a mop." The sheer amount of barf on the stage now is embarrassing but thankfully Foxy doesn't laugh or say anything he just offers his easy smile and a nod before trotting away probably to get a dolly so he can move your suit. You slip away opting to just jump off the stage and head for the kitchen. The doors swing open with ease revealing all but reflective surfaces and a floor you're almost afraid to walk on leave it to Chica she runs one tight ship in here. You can smell pizzas baking and it makes your stomach churn. You cover your mouth and hug your stomach as to not be sick again taking deep breaths.

"Freddy? Are you alright? You look so pale, sweetie, are you feeling ok?" Chica steadies your slightly swaying and shaking form rubbing your shoulders and you're starting to feel really pathetic this morning.

"Just some suit issues I'll be ok...need a mop though."

She looks skeptical that you really feel alright but grabs the mop and its bucket setting it under a very slow flow of water with soap in the bottom before grabbing something off the counter. Its a sandwich apparently as she shoves the corner of it in your mouth, mmmm peanut butter and....mmmmmmmmmm honey, god damn this woman to heck. Her lavender eyes alone command you to eat or she'll kick your scrawny bear ass and you know she would she's done it before. You hear the unspoken order loud and clear taking a nibble off the corner in your mouth as she places the bucket in between you two. You grab it and turn to leave but apparently you didn't hear as clearly as you thought cuz your nibble doesn't seem to cut it. Her hand falls on your shoulder forcibly turning you back to her, "Oh I don't think so Freddy Forte Fazbear," don't you dare laugh! You got to pick your own middle name when you were five and you loved to sing loudly so you picked the music term for sing loudly, "you better take a big boy bite before I sit you down in here like a cub and not let you leave til you're done with a few of those." once again you know she will too she has indeed done that before to all of you even Mangle and he's two years older than her. You take said big boy bite despite the protest of your stomach even daring to open your mouth to show her after you've swallowed.

"Good boy now give me the mop. Don't look at me like that, Freddy. There's a dead man in your suit of course you ralphed. I've cleaned plenty of barf and worse I play mother for all seven of you boys remember, and yes Foxy and Mangle count as boys still. You boys never grow up you're toys just get more expensive." She smiles at you offering a playful wink before continuing, "so you go clean your suit so that you're confident it's clean enough for you to wear since I know you wont take the day off no matter how much I push you to. None of us want to watch you go through the pain of another panic attack darling and that already happens almost daily without the dead person part."

You sigh ears folding a little you hate burdening anyone, "Just don't want you to feel like you have too I made the mess after all and you already do so much for us Chica you don't need to clean up after us too..." Plus its gross but you leave that out. She offers you a sad smile but its still warm as ever.

"Honey, you didn't puke on purpose and I'm offering trust me if I could help Bonnie keep his eye socket clean for the month he still had a phantom eyeball I can clean a stage. At least I wont have to restrain it."

You suppose its the end of this debate as she takes the mop right from your hands and gives you another warmer smile before sauntering off her little wings fluttering on her back a bit. With a sigh you too exit and head out back. Foxy already has the body out and the stone oven, its covered in ivy and looks unusable so nobody ever seems to question it thankfully, lit. You always cremate the bodies of those who don't make it at night then let their ashes catch the wind to take them somewhere better while you sing for them just to make sure they're at peace so hopefully they don't linger here. He looks to you with a sad smile as you approach and kneel down to grab the pairs to the arm and leg he's got in his grasp. He's horribly mutilated so much so he doesn't even resemble a human being anymore. You look away and help put him in the flames quickly closing it off. You'll have to let it burn and come back for it later by the time you do the flames will have died leaving just the ashes and you can release them. Foxy disappears behind the backdoor and for a few moments all you can see is his fluffy red tail tipped with a bit of white before he reemerges armed with a bucket of shampoos and conditioners, sponges, dog brushes, blow driers and the hose. Oh you love cleaning this suit...Not! Its like bathing a cat...a white one. A pain in the ass and it has to be done often. You take the head off again, for some reason Foxy put it back on, you're taking no risks this suit is the only one even slightly active during the day and it likes to bite people hence the restaurant rule, Never Touch Freddy. You pull out the metal endoskeleton the company insists on using to stand them up at night sometimes you wonder if you just never put it in if they would be able to hurt anyone at night but you don't dare cross the whitecoats you regret the one time you did...you shake off the sudden memories placing the metal support well out of reach of any water and return to the suit. Just as you get there though your ass becomes suddenly very cold and very wet.

You yelp as Foxy gets you with the hose cackling up a storm, "got ya! ....Sorry that's the only time I swear I just wanted to see you smile kid."

You try to smile for him then Foxy's always been good at cheering everyone up. He smiles back hitting the suit with the hose now and you both set to work coats draped aside. With his help it doesn't take nearly as long as it usually does to clean this thing and before you know it you're hauling it back in. Bonnie, Chica, and Mangle sit at a table apparently done with the cleaning simply talking among themselves. Your weird ass twin powers tell you Goldie is in the service room you have no idea how you always know where he is when you really wanna know and he doesn't mind if you do you just kinda can. Bonnie calls it twin powers so that's what you've started calling it. The present three chuckle as Bernard seems to stumble with his bass piece again making him give a frustrated huff and a small stomp he's kinda funny and definitely adorable when frustrated but don't tell him that. Bonnie says something to him about chords or something you really don't understand from where he sits. Its a good thing he's not playing alone today he looks super nervous since he's playing a new song today well new for him, Bonnie wrote it and plays it with him all the time so he'll be fine. You hear the keyboard and Fredrick's voice still a bit gravely and oh now you just cant help yourself. You quietly run up the stage's side stairs scaring the hell out of the twelve year-olds as you come up to them without them noticing and start to harmonize with your baby 'brother.' Bernard stops playing and his eyes light up at the sound of the two of you. To you you sound groggy and frankly awful but he stares in awe as your presence brings on a full song and you two fall together at every note of the simple song perfectly with ease. You raise your eyebrow at the young rabbit his eyes are trained on Fredrick and when he blushes it clicks. You smile awww young love and poor Bernard has it bad. You back up a bit giving the blunet a better view. Fredrick is lost in the music fingers flying across the keys of the keyboard voice warmed up enough to where he hits every note perfectly and Bernard looks like he's trying to hind in his bow-tie now.

Oh look they match, you cant help but chuckle as you compare the shade of his face to the shade of the bow the sound makes him look right at you instead. You play an air guitar for a moment making him start to mindlessly play along with him fingers moving across the strings just as naturally as Bonnie's, they truly are very talented. Their eyes meet for a moment and Fredrick's face goes as red as Bernard's in that split second before they bashfully look away. You decide its a good time to leave them be slipping off the stage just in time to distract Bonnie from Foxy as he slips away to join your twin in the service room. He smiles to you in appreciation as you pull your precious bunny in for a distracting kiss earning him time to slip in and close the door softly.

You let your lips glide over his a few times giving his bottom lip a nip before pulling away. His eye flutters back open and his face is dusted a rose color. His hands rest on your chest while yours rest on his hips you smile as his face goes a bit darker his ears twitching a little. The two of you just stare into each other's eyes all mushy like for a minute before you steal another pulling him flush to you until a wolf whistle makes you separate hastily and turn to see Foxy and Goldie wheeling out a fully repaired bunny suit. Bonnie definitely wasn't expecting it his hands go to his mouth and his ears go taught on his head you can even see his tail twitching from side to side.

"Sorry I kind of mauled him, love." Goldie scratches the back of his head looking off to the side obviously still a little embarrassed from losing himself to the bear inside all those months ago.

"Look he's even got a face again!" Foxy looks so proud of that fact hands on his hips, smile wide showing every tooth, and chin way up as Goldie face palms beside him.

"Yes, yes he does. Thank you guys he looks good as new if not even better and Goldie love its fine if you hadn't found us and mauled him that night I would have dyed." Bonnie kisses your cheek once more before leaving your arms to embrace your twin offering him a kiss too before petting the rabbit's furry arm.

"It amazes me that you can still be perfectly ok with this thing, lad." Foxy does look genuinely surprised and frankly you are just as amazed.

"Oh he scares me to no end, Foxy but I respect him. I honestly don't think any of them mean to hurt anyone they probably don't even understand what they're doing." Bonnie's quick to defend the suit he always did try to find the best in absolutely everything nothing in this world deserves him you swear and he most definitely doesn't deserve the hand dealt to him.

"Seemed pretty intent on tearing you apart that night," Goldie mumbles leveling the suit with a venomous gaze but he says no more.

Bonnie looks concerned in his direction but doesn't push the issue so neither do you, you just go over to him placing a gentle hand on his shoulder giving him a look that says 'I'm here if you need to vent.' He nods to you twin telepathy obviously working as he didn't even look at you his eyes are still trained on the lavender suit.

"Here they are everyone! Ye all are pirates today so suit up! Kids will be here soon." Foxy absolutely glows his tail wagging behind him as he hands everyone a custom pirate costume tailored to each suit. Let the games begin.

---Later that night

Oh god you're sore kids are hell-beasts you swear to it and you weren't even being used as a jungle gym like your companions. You spent most of the party with a little girl who was very very ill and her brother but it was her best friend's birthday so she wanted to be there. Cancer you think her brother said, she lives in the hospital but the birthday girl was the hospital director's daughter and visits her a lot. So she was allowed to go so long as she took it easy. You walked with her and her brother as he pushed her around in her chair a bit behind the other kids while they did treasure hunts thankfully she still got to participate. You felt bad for her, you wanted nothing more than to hug her she said you were her favorite and you couldn't even hug her. She just hugged her Freddy plush as she stared longingly at the real thing so close yet so far away. You sigh if you could you would've...you would've carried that frail child all over the party if she wanted you to but you couldn't. Bonnie's cooking something you can smell it and man does it smell good Goldie's curled into your side practically sleeping he got jumped a lot today all the hugs kids want to give you they give to him instead since you're twins. The kids are playing some game on one of the many systems Mike and Jeremy brought you guys once upon a time. You have a whole wall dedicated just to games and movies they've brought you all over the years. Chica's helping Bonnie you think and Foxy and Mangle are cuddled up on the other side of the couch in the same fashion as Goldie and you but both of them are pretty much asleep. Mangle wasn't at the party his suit was decommissioned a long time ago though you think Foxy and Goldie are secretly putting it back together so he can join you if he wants. You look back to the kids on the floor they've fallen asleep and are lightly snoring it makes you chuckle.

Chica and Bonnie leave the kitchen holding plates and a pot of pasta looking like the walking dead. "Everyone is asleep...we could probably save that for tomorrow."

You smile tiredly at them your eyes really heavy. They nod smiling at the cuddling foxes, kids, and your brother turning back to the kitchen putting stuff away with soft clinks. You shake Goldie gently his blue eyes opening slowly and looking around in minor confusion like he usually does when he just wakes up he's still not used to being here in an actual living space instead on the old security room in the old location hiding as best he can under the desk with his own suit nearby his suit always was a little strange in comparison to the others it never did seem to actually hurt anyone just scared the fuck out of them with its weird appear disappear shit it does.

"Go to bed bro Bonnie and I will be there soon we just gotta put the kids down." He nods without a word and stumbles to your room as Bonnie and Chica reemerge.

She shakes Foxy waking him up with a squeak of 'Why is the rum gone?' before Mangle wakes up from his jerky movement, "you two fell asleep on the couch how bout you go to your room its been a long day."

Both foxes nod and retreat to their room Mangle wrapping an arm around Foxy's waist as they go. Bonnie kneels down and scoops Bernard up as you do the same with Fredrick you bid Chica good night and head to their shared room. Half of it is immaculate not a one thing out of place while the other looks a little more lived in with sheet music spread out on a stand and a guitar pick on the pillow of a sloppily made up bed among other things generally crooked or in a wrong place. You pull back the red blankets of Fredrick's perfectly made bed, he has slight OCD just like Goldie so you're used to the lack of mess by now, he stirs a little as you lay him down probably cuz the sheets are cold but with a shush and a light pet to his dirty blond hair he settles again. You pull the blankets up to his chin and turn back to Bonnie. Bernard is curled up in his own blue blankets apparently having gone down without any panic tonight as Bonnie has a smile on, "well to bed, Goldie's waiting on us."

You nod to him holding an arm out. He chuckles and loops his own into yours, you leave with a gentle click of the door.

You sleep well for a while until the footsteps become too much. With a sigh you attempt to go back to sleep pulling Bonnie's body a bit closer to you and kissing his head with a chuckle as Goldie follows him in his sleep. You nuzzle the violet locks under your chin and start to drift again until a very human scream is heard overhead. No. Not again. Not fucking tonight. You don't even hesitate to slip away from your companions placing your pillow behind Bonnie so he doesn't wake you toe on a pair of your rarely used sneakers and head for the stairs taking them two at a time you have to save this guy. Your blue eyes glow in the darkness, a result of a failed experiment on the whitecoats' part, as you emerge from the trap door heart racing. The clock reads 3:00 AM.