The next morning started their business week as usual. Many kids showed up to see Freddy and the gang. Freddy was bringing in the cake for one of the birthdays. Bonnie was getting his guitar ready for the birthday song, watching Freddy for his cue. Foxy listened to the pizzeria sounds from within his cove. In the meantime, Chica was sneaking from the kitchen to the bedrooms to check on Mike.

"Mikey!" Chica called out to him.

Mike groaned and covered himself with the covers. "Five more minutes…" He whined. Chica smiled and picked him up since he was still small enough. "Is someone a grumpy puppy?" She asked. Mike's eyes popped open and he hugged the bird.

"Chica!!" he exclaimed. "Don't call me thattttttt…" He whined a bit. "How's the party going?"

"Smooth as butter. Bonnie wanted me to check on you sooner than usual."

"Why can't Foxy watch me?"

"Something we haven't thought about yet."

"Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee???"

"Mikey no… I can't take you anywhere out of this room outside regular hours. Not risking another incident because of wandering party guests."

The wolf tilted his head. "Wandering party guests? Incident? Auntie tell meeeeeeeeee! I wanna hear the story."

"No. No way. Nuh uh." Chica initially froze. She mentioned it. She was dead. It was over. Completely over. If Freddy found out, he'd be upset. With her more than Mike. But now Mike would keep asking.

"Pretty please!?" He used a pout to hopefully get the extra push he needed.

"No. I need to go back and finish the shift. No asking about that anymore. Understand?"

He didn't respond, only pulled the blanket over himself in a small pouty fit. She pulled it off his head and lowered to his level. She gave him a kiss on the nose. "Understand?"

He smiled and nodded, hugging her before she left. She went to the door and upon closing the hatch, she was greeted by a purple bunny. "Oh-h.. What's going on BonBon??" She smiled nervously.

"Is he okay?? Is he hungry? Maybe he's lonely?" He said being a worried papa bunny.

"He's fine I promise. Perfectly fine." She said. "For now…"

He smiled and nodded. "Good good. On with the show then?"

"Yes. On with the show…" She followed him out.

Maybe if I do small stories in succession I'll get less hate and less 'please continue'. I hate myself honestly. I roleplay more than I write. But I'm not killing this story.