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Last Night at Freddy's, chapter 3

(in the manager's office, one crate open and four more sitting around)

Frenni:  What do you mean, insane?  I was just trying to come up with a plausible scenario!  You don't have to belittle my idea.

Freddy:  I just don't think a Dad's Lounge with strippers in it at a family reastaurant is the kind of concept a sane person would seriously consider.

Frenni:  Why not?  It makes sense to me.

Freddy:  That's because you're fresh out of the box.  I've seen a little bit of the world, and trust me - the moms would definitely not go for that.

Frenni:  Well, it isn't for them!

Freddy:  Look ... never mind.  We're getting off track.  Something strange is going on here at the pizzeria.

Frenni:  What do you think is in these other crates?

Freddy:  They look just like the one you were in, so they probably all came from the same place.  My guess is there's more animatronics like you inside.

Frenni:  We should let them out!

Freddy:  Hold on.  They're deactivated inside there, but you powered up as soon as I opened your box.  It might not be great to have a bunch of new people wandering around while we still don't know what's going on or why they're here, so we'd better leave them alone for now.

Frenni:  Oh, okay.

Freddy:  Come on, I'll introduce you to the other animatronics and maybe they'll have some ideas as to why the boss would have ordered you.

(they go into the hallway and Frenni notices the kids' drawings on the wall)

Frenni:  Oh my goodness!  What's this?  That character is being torn limb from limb!

Freddy:  Huh?  Oh.  Oh, jeeze, yeah, that's pretty gruesome.

Frenni:  When did this happen?

Freddy:  I have no idea, and to tell you the truth I don't recognize the guy that's getting dismembered.  It might just be made up.  Kids have vivid imaginations.

Frenni:  Do they?

Freddy:  Yeah.

(Bonnie, on stage, has overheard this conversation and turned to look.  He sees Frenni - snap zoom in on her - and goes "whoah," then instantly teleports next to her)

Bonnie:  Hey, babe!  What's your name?

Frenni:  I'm Frenni, tee hee!  (she blushes)

Bonnie:  I'm Bonnie the Bunny, guitarist for the famous Freddy Fazbear band.  What are you doing later?  I'm thinking maybe after the show ...

Freddy:  Knock it off Bonnie.  She's built to actually do the deed, and we all know you don't have the equipment.

Bonny:  Aw, dang it bro!  You didn't have to tell her!

Frenni:  You too?  Is everybody here ... neutered?

Freddy:  Fraid so.

Frenni:  Oh dear, that might be a, um, kind of a problem.

Freddy:  What do you mean?

Frenni:  Well my design parameters require me to periodically ... you know, I can deal with that later.  It's not important right now.

Bonnie:  (to Freddy)  Dude, where'd you find her?  She's gorgeous!

Freddy:  She was in a box in the manager's office.

Bonnie:  Where's that?

Freddy:  Don't worry about it.  The real question is ... well, it's like I said, she was designed for, uh, lewd things, and we can't figure out why she would have been purchased for this family-friendly establishment.

Bonnie:  Maybe they wanted to add a little something feminine to the show.

Freddy:  Chica's already female.

Bonnie:  (pause)  Only technically, Freddy.  Only technically.

Freddy:  That's mean.

Bonnie:  Yeah, don't tell her I said that.  But seriously bro, this girl's got curves that'll sell tickets.

Frenni:  Ooh, you really think so?

Bonnie:  I know so, babe.  The boss probably wanted to spice up the act.  Because listen, Freddy, I was thinking about this just before you two came in.  What kind of music do we play?

Freddy:  Uh, what do you mean?

Bonnie:  I mean, what kind of music do we play?  What's our act?  What is our show like?

Freddy:  Huh.  That's weird.  I don't actually know.  Do we perform automatically or something?

Bonnie:  Not sure, dude, because while I was thinking I realized I couldn't picture it either.  But look around.  Take a guess.

Freddy:  Well, you have an electric guitar and I have a microphone.

Bonnie:  And that's it?  Where's the drums, dude?  And who plays bass?  If our show is just a singing bear with one guitar for backup, I hate to say it, but - that seems pretty lame.

Freddy:  Holy crap, you're right.  Did .. did our show suck?

Bonnie:  It must have, dude.  It must have.  So the boss bought a new animatronic to spice things up, and we're closed for like, retooling or something.

Freddy:  (to Frenni)  Do you have any musical ability?

Frenni:  Actually yes!  I come with a microphone .. um, it must still be in my crate .. and I can sing.

Bonnie:  Another singing bear?  Even if she is hot, that doesn't really help us much.

Frenni:  There's more of us still in boxes back in the office!  Maybe a whole band!

Bonnie:  Well let's go get em!

Freddy:  Hold up, we don't know for sure what's in those boxes, and I don't want to get carried away opening packages that aren't really ours.  I might already be in trouble when the boss finds out I was in the office without permission and accidentally activated her.  So let's hold off until we know more.

Bonnie:  Okay.  Hey ... where's Chica?  I thought she was with you.

Freddy:  Oh, she stayed in the security office with Golden Freddy.

Bonnie:  Who??

Freddy:  Oh that's right, you didn't meet him.  Turns out the person in the security office was another animatronic, a creaky old guy who lurks around and haunts the place.

Bonnie:  And Ch-chica stayed there with him?

Freddy:  Yeah, he's cool.  You should come back there and meet him.  Let's go.

(they pass the arcade)

Frenni:  What's in there?

Freddy:  Oh that's the arcade and the prize corner.  It's got games and toys and stuff.

Frenni:  Can we take a peek?

Freddy:  Sure, nobody's looked in there yet.

(they go in.  We get a quick glimpse of the Puppet ducking into her box)

Frenni:  What was that?

Bonnie:  I didn't see anything.

Frenni:  Back behind the counter, I'm sure I saw something move.  I'm going to check it out.

(Frenni advances to the prize counter while the guys look at each other, shrug, and follow)

Frenni:  What's this? (pointing at Puppet's box)

Freddy:  Don't know.

Bonnie:  It looks like a huge gift box.  Maybe it's like the top prize or something?

Frenni:  (poking and prodding the box)  Whoah, the top is some kind of illusion or something.  I can stick my hand right through it.

Freddy:  Oh now that's weird.

Frenni:  I think there's something inside.  (she bends over, sticks her face in the box, wiggles her butt in the air)  Uh oh.  Help me step bro!  I'm stuck!