12:15 A.M

“Can’t you feel the warmth of this?” Night Watch asked Freddie. Night Watch pointed to the cup in the giant bear’s paws. Freddie was unamused with the hot liquid in the cup.

“I feel something, but it’s not what I would call “warmth,” Freddie replied.

Night Watch suddenly shivered on the spot, feeling his fur icing up with the water on him. “W-wow, what’s the temperature in here?” he asked between chattering teeth.

“I don’t know,” Chica said, giving a shrug.

“I-I will freeze to death at this rate!” he exclaimed, feeling the cold shiny metal kitchen get to him. He scrambled out half-naked into the dining hall to look for a source of heat. In the midst of all the darkness, he ran into objects and sadly again, the corner of a table crotch high.

After a wheezing grunt, Bonnie popped her head out of the kitchen. Freddie and Chica began to pass the coffee back and forth, trying to find what Night Watch felt. Night Watch tumbled into a table and flipped it. It came crashing to the ground. The tablecloth smothered him and the weight pressed him in the legs.

Tired and cold, he was unable to move. He resorted to huddling into a ball in the hope to get some heat. Pulling in the tablecloth like a blanket, he continued to shiver. All of the sudden, the table was lifted off of him. Bonnie’s tiny frame lifted it like it was nothing and gently placed it back on the ground.

“Are you okay?” she asked, her eyes illuminating in the dark.

Night Watch stared back. He nodded, his teeth chattering. Bonnie reached out. Night Watch winced at this, expecting a cold barren touch from her metal hand. But what he felt next was surprising. She was hot and warm.

Bonnie took off her hand in watching his reaction. “S-Sorry,” she apologized in a whisper.

“N-No! Not at all, Bonnie! What are you saying sorry for?” Night Watch asked. He softly grasped Bonnie hand and placed it on his left shoulder. He gave a moan of pleasure. “You’re very warm, Bonnie. I love it.”

Bonnie gave a very shy smile. ‘Thank you’, her eyes said. She suddenly spoke. “So… this is the warmth Chica was talking about.”

Night Watch sat up as Bonnie sat down. Her hands moved to both his shoulders. She too closed her eyes and gave a moan. Night Watch gave a smile. Her cute face was right in front of his and could feel air expelling from her mouth. His face turned slightly red, but recollected himself rather quickly.

“I know this sounds funky,” Night Watch said, rustling the tablecloth, “But do you know what a hug is?”

“Hug?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. She looked away to think, but looked back with a shake of her head.

Night Watch swooped his arms underneath Bonnie’s and embraced her close for a hug. She gave a sudden yell and gripped tightly around Night Watch. The two sat still in silence before Bonnie began to fidget.

While the sensation of Bonnie’s warm body was overwhelming, he couldn’t help but just stare at her. She had just screamed. It was really cute. He gulped. “D-Did you just make that noise?”

Bonnie was silent.

“A-Are you alright?” Night Watch asked, lightly patting her back.

Bonnie snuggled herself in Night Watch’s fur and sighed. “I always feel more than alright with you touching me, Night Watch,” she whispered, “I love this warmth.”

He smiled in response. “Same here, Bonnie. Same here.”

12:18 A.M

Freddie sat facing a corner and was fidgeting. Chica was on her hands and knees, swaying back and forth. Night Watch walked in with worry, obvlious of Bonnie still attached to him.

“F-Freddie? C-Chica?” he asked, walking over to the animatronic bird, “What did you do?”

“Coffee…” Freddie’s hoarse voice whispered. His face was all up in Night Watch’s grill. Night Watch stumbled to the ground to only land in a puddle of spilt coffee.

“Aw, not the pants too!” he exclaimed, jumping up to his hooves.

“Are you putting more interest to your pants than us, the things you’re guarding?” Freddie asked, getting overly emotional, a small coffee-colored tear formed at his eyes, before drizzling down like drizzle.

“No, that’s not the case!” Night Watch replied, getting very defensive, “I just have pants on, that’s all!”

“How so?”

“I’m just in an unfortunate situation that involves my articles of clothing to be gone in this time of the night. It’s cold, it’s really cold, and it’s cold. Did I mention cold?” he asked, feeling his ass freeze with coffee.

“I think I understand,” Freddie said, taking a seat, “I just can’t process well with this coffee.”

“Maybe coffee just makes you a bit dizzy. A little haywire. A little minor haywire-ness.”

“I hope,” Freddie said, wiping the coffee tears away, “I’m feeling this warmth, but it isn’t all huggles and comfort.” He leaned next to Night Watch and gave him a hug. “I just need to be loved,” he whispered.

Freddie’s hulking mass gripped Night Watch tightly. Like as if a stallion was being hugged by a monstrous bear animatronic, Night Watch was like a stallion being hugged by a monstrous bear animatronic.

“Y’know Night Watch, I’m glad you came. Y’know? I’m glad you came to us,” Freddie mumbled, releasing his death grip.

Night Watch splashed again into the pool of coffee, right next to Chica’s face. She turned her head and stared right at him in the eyes. “Ohai, it’s Mr. Security Guy!” she slurred with coffee coming out of her mouth.

Night Watch looked towards the coffee machine with pure horror. The lit-up red, black, and brown color of “Mr. Coffee” lit up the very shiny kitchen. Has Mr. Coffee gone too far?

“I think we should be more than friends,” Chica said, “Right Freddie?”

He nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I vouch for that. What do you say, Night Watch?”

All the stallion could do was point a finger and try to figure out what to say next. Here were crazed robots that could tear him to shreds. He had to calculate his next move. He had to be careful what to do. He had to-

“Let’s play a game,” Freddie said. His eyes widened and smile bared teeth cheek to cheek. “A game.”

12:20 A.M

Author's Note

I think we're done here.
*fedora-ing intensifies*