I walk to my room, pondering my life choices. I reach Funtime Corner and sit down, and look at Bon-Bon... wait, where's Bon-Bon? I stand up, looking around frantically.

"You good bro?" I look back at the table and there he is.

"BON BON?!" I yell, "YOU'RE ALIVE?!"

"Yeah, no doubt Sherlock, I know I'm alive. And by the way, I really don't appreciate you sticking screwdrivers where they shouldn't be stuck. Like my back!"He says.

"HOW...HOW..." I can barely say anything, I'm speechless.

"I bet that idiotic studder means that you're wondering how long I've been alive. I've been awake every since that Foxy imposter entered your room."

"Wait, what?"

"Don't you remember? she entered your room, crouched down in front of you, grabbed your temples and looked like she meditating. Eventually, I pulled out my Desert Eagle, as you do, and said 'hands up Mr. born.' She didn't respond so I shot her. And then she was screaming and then she disappeared. You woke up and I silently judged you. By the way, smooth getting Foxy to sleep with you."

"Why didn't you tell me, that you were...here!?"

"I waited until you REALLY needed me, I knew that when you were depressed that you would get over it. But now, with the dance and all, you REALLY need your wing-man."

"How did you know about the dance?"

"Skillz."

"Fair enough. But you do not have a Desert Eagle, animatronics like us don't have guns."

Bon, from seemingly nowhere, pulls out a gun half his size, I'm not even sure how he's holding it.

"correction," he says, "animatronics like YOU, don't have guns."

Silence.

TIME SKIP TO BEDTIME.

I see Bon-Bon sleeping peacefully on the table, he usually sleeps on a pillow but I can't seem to find it. I think about the dance, and Foxy and how Baby is gonna make me wear clothes. And I slowly drift off into sleep.

I'm back in the black room. Lolbit is standing right in front of me.

"You again," she says.

"You say that as if your not happy to see me," I say, she giggles.

"Do you really exist?" She asks.

"Of course," I say, "are you?"

"Of course," she says, she looks young. Of course, I'm only about a year old.

"How old are you?"

"I'm...like...11 months? I've lost track of time."

"I've lost track of time too, I think I'm like 1 year and 5 months."

"Wow, you look a bit younger than that."

"Thanks."

We both laugh.

"This is so awkward," I say laughing.

"I'm gonna say something really weird," she says.

"Fire away!"

"I wanna meet you in real life."

I stop laughing.

"What?" I ask

"I want to meet you in real life, you seem like a nice guy. I want to get to know you more. I told you it was something weird."

"No. No. I want to meet you too, you seem really cute and nice. But it just doesn't seem possible. For all we know we could be on opposite sides of the world."

"Do you know your Location number?"

"Yeah, 88901222341. Why?"

"THAT'S MY LOCATION NUMBER!"

"Then how come I've never seen you?"

"What most people don't know is that sometimes multiple close-range locations are connected through a tunnel system. It's so that that the manager could review multiple locations at once. I could go through the tunnels to get to you, or vice-versa."

"If the tunnels are anywhere they will probably in the parts and service room. I can't go there, too many bad memories."

"I feel that."

"Thanks. But we can actually meet, okay, let's meet in 3 days. There's a dance, 1 catch. You need to wear something."

"What?" she asks, suddenly not joyful but confused.