Nothing To Worry About

Mike flexed his fingers, mentally preparing himself. He'd been around this place enough times. He knew who he was up against. He'd managed to get some former inside information. Now, it was time to see if it would all pay off.

He flipped the monitor open upon which the stage camera was already on. Both Chica and Freddy were still there, but Bonnie had already gone. Quick to the draw. He changed to the dining room. He could make out one of her ears poking out from behind a table. She stuck her head up and looked at the camera, waving and grinning.

"Yeah, you're cocky now, Bonnie," he murmured. "Just you wait."

She winked and travelled towards backstage. He flicked back to the stage. Chica had gone now. Another flick back to the dining room found her, fumbling with a chair. She saw the camera was on, her eyes widened and she dived behind a table, knocking over a chair.

Mike laughed a little while he watched her trying to straighten the chair while using the table as cover. She peered out and mouthed 'sorry' before hiding again. She'd probably be off towards the kitchen.

He checked backstage and almost fell out of his chair in shock. An eyeless Bonnie mask was right up in the camera lens. Her hands took it either side and lifted it down, revealing the genuine article laughing away.

Mike rolled his eyes and checked Pirate Cove. Thankfully, Foxy was still behind his curtain. He had a feeling he'd be one to keep an eye on. A quick check at the stage. Freddy was still there, idly rocking back and forth on his feet. Both of the boys were biding their time then. Just the girls to keep an eye on.

He jumped at the sound of metal crashing. The occasional "oh dear" and "oops, sorry" drifted down the hall too. That was Chica in the kitchen then. Wow, she really was clumsy under pressure. At least she'd be easy to keep track of.

Mike flicked back to west hall. There was Bonnie standing at the other end, her hand pressed to her chin in thought. She paced from side to side. She leaned her head against her hands. He studied her for a moment. What was she up to?

Her hand came away from her mouth and very faintly, he saw it. Her smirk. She was just trying to keep his attention.

Mike selected Pirate Cove and felt a catch in his throat. There was Foxy, peering out from behind his sanctuary. His yellow eyes were fixed on the camera. He gave a little wave and performed an 'I'm watching you' motion with his fingers.

He gulped. She must have set this up with him. Checking the closet camera he found her, her smirk in full view while she glanced at the camera and left the room. Getting a little close now. He could practically hear her footsteps.

He checked left side's cameras, bringing up the bathrooms. Chica was just arriving. She first approached the men's, realised where she was going and hurriedly hid in the ladies with a bit of a blush. Then, she saw the camera on and her blush deepened.

He almost felt kind of bad for her.

He checked west side and glimpsed something whipping by the west corner camera. It took Mike less than a second to react. He shoved the monitor down and slammed the door button. The heavy metal shut.

"Aw, come on!" he heard the muffled voice of Bonnie protest.

He allowed himself a smile. Now, she would have to go away and wait at least a minute before attempting that again, according to the rules. He hit the door light and saw her silhouetted in the light, still outside the door.

"Okay, okay, I'm gone." He faintly heard her muttering while she stalked off.

He opened the right door and pulled the monitor back up. Hopefully, Chica wouldn't have taken the chance to try sneaking in during that distraction.

She hadn't. She was at the corner of the east hall, mentally prepping herself by the look of it. She was leaning against the wall, taking deep breaths and murmuring words of encouragement. Slowly, she tiptoed past the camera towards the office.

Mike really had to feel sorry for her. He turned on the left light and she squeaked with shock when he saw her illuminated in the window. He closed the door and gave her an apologetic smile through the glass.

Unlike Bonnie though, she was a good sport and smiled back with a little wave.

"It's okay, Mike," she said brightly. "I can try again. Good work."

She dipped in a curtsey and left. Mike inadvertently tipped his hat, then returned to the world of monitors. Chica was off back down the hall to the kitchen. Bonnie was sulking in the dining room, tapping her foot. Foxy was-

Mike froze. Foxy had left his curtain. He was limbering up, getting ready for a sprint. He grinned wickedly at the camera. No doubt he was waiting for Mike's attention to be drawn before making a run for it. Mike had been told he was fast. He'd seen him around the restaurant with…

Quickly, very quickly, he checked the stage and saw what he'd hoped not to see. Freddy was gone.

As fast as he could, Mike cycled through the cameras. Bonnie and Chica looked to be discussing something backstage. Foxy was still outside Pirate Cove, ready to run. He couldn't see Freddy anywhere.

They weren't kidding when they said he was good at hiding.

His rapid cycling of the cameras let him see something at the curtain. No Foxy. The sound of rapid footsteps reached his ears. Just as they neared him, Mike reached the button and the door fell into place.

A loud clang greeted Mike's ears.

"Arrgh! Blast it!" Foxy cursed.

Mike breathed a sigh of relief. He caught Foxy slouching back the way he came, holding onto his nose. Bonnie's laughter echoed down the hall when he opened the door again.

Now, where was Freddy? Mike went through the cameras a little more carefully until he found him. He was in the east hall, but barely visible. Mike could only make out his eyes, while he lurked in a darker part of the hall.

The eyes blinked once, looking at the camera. Then, he backed off. Mike managed to catch him slipping into the bathrooms, still managing to hide with only his eyes exposing.

Wow, he was good. But at least he knew where he was now. He checked on the others and found Chica, standing in the dining room.

Oddly though, she wasn't making any attempt to hide. Instead, she had a shy little smile on her face and waved daintily up at the camera. She mouthed 'hi, Mike' and flashed her pearly white teeth. She once again curtseyed and afterwards shifted her weight from foot to foot, fiddling with her fingers. It reminded Mike of a nervous girl about to ask a guy she liked to prom and was honestly really cute.

But Mike quickly snapped out of his stupor when he realised something. Bonnie wasn't with her anymore. Pushing the monitor down, he hit the door light. He briefly saw her crouched down, a triumphant leer frozen on her face.

Then, he slammed the door on her.

"Darn it!" she swore. "Almost had it that time!"

"Nice try," he murmured. He cycled back to Chica, who looked a little ashamed at her attempt to distract him and mouthed 'sorry' to the camera. "I think Bonnie's rubbing off on you."

He flicked back to the bathrooms. Freddy had left. Desperately, he hurried through the other cameras. Bonnie being met by Chica in the dining room. Foxy peering out from his curtain. No sign of the bear anywhere.

He checked the door light. Nothing outside. Where could he have gone? He couldn't be that good at hiding, he had to be somewhere. He just had to find him. He went for the door, to close it just to be on the safe side.

A powerful hand grabbed his elbow. Mike's whole body froze. A soft spoken voice came from right behind him.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, son," it said.

Mike managed to breathe again. "Okay, Freddy. You win. Game's over, guys! Freddy got in!"

"Of course he did!" Bonnie's voice echoed. "I told you he was good!"

"Yeah, you did," murmured Mike. He stood up and shook his hand. "Good game, Fred."

"You too, son," he returned. "Not bad for your first time."

"Thanks," he replied. They walked towards the dining room. "That was over quickly."

"We couldn't really keep it goin' for long, Mike," reminded Freddy. "We only got a limited amount of power and the last thing we want is for the cooks to be on you because the fridges ran outta juice."

"Yeah, I know." They waited while Foxy came out and the girls gathered. "Still, that was pretty fun."

"Easy fer ye ta say, matey." Foxy was still rubbing his nose. "Blast, I'd forgotten how much that hurt! Gotta try an' be quicker next time."

"Or stop yourself sooner," sniggered Bonnie. "And it might have seemed okay to you tonight, Mike. But wait until we do it wearing the suits."

Mike had a mental flash of the four of them creeping around dressed in those freaky things and shuddered. Bonnie caught it and smirked.

"Yeah, that's gonna be fun. Hey, you should check out what Freddy's suit can do when he wants it, looks great in the dark. Wanna show him, boss?" she asked.

"If you insist. Just wait right here, be back in a jiffy." He strolled off to go and retrieve his suit.

"Ya know, lad," said Foxy, "from how ye were reactin' ta our advances, I'd say you'd played against us before at some point."

"Not quite," admitted Mike. "See, I did ring my dad today to tell him I'm staying at Freddy's while mom was at work. He says hi to you all, by the way."

"Oh, that's nice of him," remarked Chica. "I'm guessing that he told you about some of our little tricks?"

"He gave me one or two pointers," said Mike. "He said Bonnie likes to come from the right, while Chica and Freddy come from the left. That uh, Foxy will stay in the Cove so long as he's being watched, but sometimes he cheats a bit."

Foxy raised an eyebrow. "Pirate, lad."

"Yeah, fair point," agreed Mike. "But aside from that, just be ready for anything. You guys can apparently mix it up when you want to."

"Oh, you bet we can," cackled Bonnie. "We do have our usual routes, but that's just so you get lulled into a false sense of security. Sometimes, we switch ways, work all together at once or rush you. Anything can happen."

"Aye! Oh, like that one lil' distraction that involved Chica!" exclaimed Foxy. "Remember tha'?"

"Oh no." Chica blushed red and looked away. "N-no, please, don't remind me…"

"Oh yeah," nodded Bonnie. "Was that the one where we had her stand in the middle of the dining room and we managed to get that cassette player? That was a good one, you really nailed that little distraction, Cheeks."

"B-Bonnie," she whispered, blushing even more.

Mike blushed a little too. His first thought that involved a woman distracting someone by using music coupled by how embarrassed Chica looked by it wasn't exactly… well, clean.

"So um, what happened?" he asked.

At this point, both Foxy and Bonnie were laughing while Chica was blushing up a storm.

"Oh, Mikey, Mikey, Mikey," laughed Bonnie. "I've got two words for you. Just two words to sum it all up."

"No, no!" Chica looked utterly mortified. "P-please, don't tell him!"

"Chicken. Dance," Bonnie guffawed, almost falling off the table she sat on. "Oh man, that was the best!"

"So embarrassing," muttered Chica, her face in her hands.

"Aye, but it worked!" put in Foxy. "Managed ta dash on in while Davey was clutchin' his sides and rollin' on the floor!"

"O-oh." Mike frowned. "You… you made her do the Chicken Dance?"

"Yeah, we did!" Bonnie looked curious. "Why? What did you think she did?"

"N-nothing," stammered Mike quickly. He felt a little ashamed now.

Bonnie, however, was quick to catch on. Mike felt his cheeks burn as a sly smile crept onto her face. Mike desperately begged her with his eyes to keep quiet. She only winked and leaned in to whisper.

"Perv."

"Wha' be this then?" asked Foxy while Bonnie sniggered.

"Inside joke, Foxy," shrugged Bonnie. "I'll fill you in later."

Foxy looked a little bothered, probably for the reminder of what he'd missed out on. But he shrugged it off and started whistling a sea shanty.

Mike, meanwhile, turned his attention to Chica. She still looked rather embarrassed and her eyes darted away from Mike, like she'd been glancing at him.

"It really was silly," she murmured. "I-I wish you didn't h-have to hear about that, M-Mike."

"Hey, it's okay," he said softly. "We've all done embarrassing things. I mean, personally, I think that sounds kind of cute."

Chica looked up. "R-really?"

He nodded. "I mean, it must have been really humiliating so I won't exactly ask you to do it. But yeah. You doing the Chicken Dance sounds cute."

"Th-thank you, Mike." She smiled that little shy smile. "M-maybe sometime… you'll get to see. I um, wouldn't mind doing it for you."

"That'd um… that'd be nice," he said.

He thought he heard Bonnie whisper something to Foxy and the two of them silently laughing. He turned to look at them just as all the lights suddenly turned off. Soft, padding footsteps walked towards them.

Then, the eyes and teeth of Freddy's head on his costume. They flickered in time to a carnival jingle. A piece of music that rang familiar in Mike's ears, but he couldn't quite place it. Still, it was more than a little eerie to see Freddy's costumed face staring at him from the dark.

There was a little smattering of applause when it was over and Freddy took a bow before he went to turn the lights back on.

"Toreador March from the opera Carmen," explained Freddy. "Our father always did like that play, from what we were told."

"It's a nice jingle," agreed Mike.

Freddy nodded, pulled off his mask and sat down with them. "Well, well, things have certainly changed around here, haven't they?"

"It almost feels like the old days again," said Chica.

"We can never truly recapture the past, Chica," said Freddy sagely. "But the best we can do is hope for the best in the future. With the news gettin' about Foxy's return, about us bein' able ta interact again and our young friend here, I can safely say that we're finally startin' ta get back on track."

"Don't wanna jinx it, but yeah, things are starting to look up again," agreed Bonnie.

"It was so wonderful," sighed Chica. "To be able to see them up close again, to hold them. I've missed it so much."

"An' ya gave this ol' sea dog a second chance," said Foxy happily. "Whatever it takes, I'm gonna do my part ta make this place great again."

"Me too," vowed Mike. "I have to admit, when I came into this, it was a bit overwhelming. But now I can tell you all, with utter honesty, there's nothing to worry about. We'll do fine."

There was no opposition to Mike's sentiment and it only made him feel more secure in that thought. With a secure job, a decent pay check, Freddy's on the rise and his new group of friends, what could be better?

In truth, there really was nothing to worry about.

Aaand that's the end of that chapter and this story.

Thank you all very much for taking the time to read, favourite, follow and review the story. I'm happy you all enjoyed what I had to offer.

Now, this was really just a creative release for me. I actually have another story I'm committed to, but until some things get sorted out, I did this to hone my writing and pass the time, as well as release some creative build up surrounding this game. I just had to get the story out of my system.

I may come back to it, but if I do, it probably won't be anything as long as this. Probably just some little one shots or mini fics based in my AU of Freddy's. Just some little things, but nothing exactly ground-breaking. Even then, this was never meant to be a long epic. Just seeing what I could do in Five Nights, a story about restoring some actual hope to that place.

Maybe the last chapter was a little 'too happy', but in my eyes, that was the point. And sorry, no Golden Freddy. Well, not yet anyway…

In addition, I have my university work to do and did this with daily updates because it was short and so I could get it done.

That being said, I had a great time writing this. I'm glad you all enjoyed my take on Freddy's. Yes, I know Bonnie is meant to be a guy but Scott himself said he's not that fussed on how we assign genders to the 'trons. After all, they are just robots. I just prefer seeing Bonnie as female.

Well, I think that's all I needed to say. Farewell for now, my friends. If you liked this, feel free to check out my other work. Even if my earlier stuff is god-awful.

Be strong, be swift, be just.

AlphatheGriffin17