"FUNTIME FREDRICK FAZBEAR GET OVER HERE THIS INSTANCE!" Baby yells over the intercom.

"And thus marks the end of Funtime Freddy," Foxy says laughing, I laugh too, but secretly... I'm terrified. I start heading to the breaker room. It's been months since Baby has said my full name, it was on my 2nd-4th day. I was cleaning up, I had a HUGE tray of cups and plates. Most kids hadn't even emptied their plates, so chewed up pizza, spit out bread bits. One kid had a stomach bug so even barf covered 1 of the plates.

Anyway, I was walking and I saw Foxy walking by, she waved at me, and I was awkward back then, so I waved back, but awkwardly. Anyway, while I was waving I had never stopped walking, and so I slipped on some stupid spilled juice, and all of the grossness on the tray fell onto me. All of the cups and plates broke, I had to borrow Foxy's spare eyepatch until the mechanics came. And I was locked in the scooping room for a day, Baby understood that it was a mistake, but she was still mad that they had to order a bunch of new plates.

Before I even know it, I'm in the breaker room, but no one is there. A small piece of paper is laying on the control console.

"In the main office. Looking for an ounce of motivation."

Ok.

I head to the main office, I heard from Ballora that Baby has gotten really stressed out ever since the accident. That must be why Baby is: "Looking for an ounce of motivation." It takes me a while to reach the main office, I haven't been there since, well, since we took the tour, and even then only Baby was allowed in.

Before I even reach the door I hear a thud. I stop in my tracks. It happens again, and again. Keeping sort of a rhythm. I reluctantly open the door, it reveals a large room, filled mostly with file cabinets and a minifridge. The walls are lined with pictures of old locations, and one large picture of a family. I finally see Baby sitting in an office chair banging her head against a desk, over, and over again.

"Uh, Baby?" I say.

"WHAT!" she yells so loud I jump, her head shoots up and she looks at me. Her eyes are red like she hasn't slept. Her hair is all messy and is covering part of her face. "Oh," She says, "It's you."

Baby suddenly calms down, though she still seems mad, or hyper.

"Hi, sorryI'msojumpy. It'sbeenreallystressfultryingtofindawaytofixthisproblemwe'rein. Ihaveslept3hoursinthelastfewweeks,butanywayenoughaboutmehowareyou?" She says, I honestly have no idea what she said. The only thing I got from that was: Hi, and how are you.

"Good," I say, she walks over to a minifridge and pulls out what looks like a bottle of beer. She hits it against the desk breaking the top, then drinks the whole thing. Her nerves seem to relax.

"Bottled coffee." She says, showing me the label, and indeed, it is bottled coffee. "Anyway, you're probably wondering why I called you here. I realized that I haven't been a good wing-women lately..."

"You've never been a good wing-women, you lock me..." I start to say,

"Anyway,"she says, "I was looking through the reservations because I was bored, and I found that there was going to be a dance, and at the dance, a 7th grader was going to admit to his crush that he liked her. You know what I'm getting at?"

"Unfortunately," I say, face palming, "I do. And I can't. Everytime I tried to do it, she like...shines."

"Here," she says, putting something in my hand, "take a happy pill."

I open my hand to find an orange flavored tic tac in my hand. I look at her.

"ALCHOHAL TASTES BAD AND DRUGS ARE NOTHING BUT DEATH PILLS! SO I RESORT TO COFFEE AND TIC TACS! DON'T JUDGE ME! I HAVE THE POWER TO SAY ANYTHING I WANT OVER THE INTERCOM. SO EAT THE DARN PILLS!!!" She yells.

I throw the tic tac into my mouth. I like orange flavored tic tacs.

"Anyway, A dance is now scheduled for...5 weeks from now." She says.

But I said no." I say.

"And yet, I am the boss amd I say yes. HA HA!!!" She says, "anyway. I want you to come back tommorrow. And we can discuss what your going to wear."

"Wear?" I say puzzled, "I'm an animatronic. I'm like, 4 times the size of a normal human"

"And so was Elizabeth's fat uncle Joe!" Baby says, looking through boxes, "not that I'm calling you fat, your just...actually... Your skinnier, what happened?"

"I sunk into deep depression at one point." I say.

"Yay!" She says, "me too! But i haven't recovered yet! Whoo!"

Man, Baby has always been a bit Hyper, but she rambling as much as Doctor Who.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

"No!" She says happily, finally turning away from the boxes, "I am so sorry, I am hyped up on coffee and tic tacs. I have been watching the cringiest channels of all time. Like Ali-a, Jake paul, Logan Paul, Lefte Gaming, Foxy Warrior, and even Tik-Tok videos. I told you on the note in the breaker room that I was looking for an ounce of motivation, well...being your wing women is my motivation."

"Good speach," I say, "but we both know how this will turn out. I go to tell her, and then I get nervous and chicken out. I am not going through that embaressment again."

"Fine," she says, putting her hands up, "you dont have have to confess, but you ARE, going to that dance. Whether you like it or not."

"Baby," I say, "no."

"FUNTIME FREDRICK FAZBEAR YOU ARE GOING TO THAT DANCE!!!! I SWEAR I WILL GET YOU GROOMED AND DRESSED IF I HAVE TO WAKE UP SPRING BONNIE! DON'T MAKE ME DO THAT TO YOU!"

I know whats good for me so I agree, I am not having spring bonnie anywhere near me. She creeps me out.

"Yay," she says, "now be gone!"

I leave the office. What did I just agree to?