4th (actually 5th) of July

	The bickering birds were at it again. The withered Chica was put in charge of the promotional fireworks display to get attention back to the restaurant. Management was too cheap but they had their resources. They stood out in an empty field next to a fireworks launcher.

"Stupid bitch you could have stopped flirting with Jeremy and started loading these FUCKING FIREWORKS" The broken bird spewed.
"Maybe if you got laid you wouldn't have such a stick up your ass!" Toy Chica replied in kind.
"I don't have an ass but maybe you do you nasty human-clanker!"
"Well, I won't deny it. But anyway I'm the one with the arms in this relationship. The panties too."
"Bitch I'm dead child Jesus now do as I ask before that limp-dicked nerd comes out of the box."
"Why don't you do it you snobby cunt?"
"Why don't I grow arms?" Chica gave her toy counterpart a withering look.
"Fine whatever, where's the fireworks?"

The two looked around briefly.
"OH FOR F- PUPPY!" Chica ran off screaming.
"And I'M the stupid bitch?" The toy stated rhetorically
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"PUPPY BOY!" Chica waddled over, kicking the box with the force of a speeding brick.
"Wuh-What the heck stop kicking my box, and it's puppe-"
"Where are the fucking fireworks?!"
"Oh, well, we don't have any so-"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T HAVE ANY WHY WOULD YOU EVEN ASK ME TO HANDLE FIREWORKS WHEN WE DON'T HAVE THEM AND I DON'T HAVE ARMS AN-"
"STOP" Puppet's pussy voice changed to the deep bellows of a lumberjack.
Chica's voice went flat like a bucket of icy water to the groin.
"The plan was to use a spare Fazbear head, go take one of Toy Freddy's he won't miss it."
"Isn't interacting with toys better suited for Hot-Pants?"
"No because she doesn't have the balls to steal from Freddy."
"Last I checked I didn't have balls either."
"Too bad, go."
"Fiiiine, DAD" She spat out venomously.
"And don't you forget it, oh and do me a favor an-"

Chica wound the box with her beak.
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"Where'd you get that?" Toy Chica questioned.
"Your daddy" Chica answered, a Toy Freddy mask placed on top of her head like a hat.
"Fuck it whatever, we don't have time for this shit it's already past midnight. Where are the fireworks?" Toy Chica demanded, hands on her unchristian hips.
"This is the fireworks" Chica deadpanned.
"...Oh fuck me you're serious."
"That's probably incest you whore, but yes."
"God dammit, I'm going to get in so much trouble."
"You and me both" Chica dumped the Toy Freddy head into Toy Chica's awaiting hands.

	Toy Chica dumped the head into the launcher, firing it off into the sky. The head exploded into multiple pieces of plastic shrapnel, lighting up the sky in Toy Freddy's visage. The two chickens wore a look of boredom. The fiery plastic pieces landed in a nearby forest, smoke arising from the trees. The birds looked at each other.

"...I'm guessing you only got one?" Toy Chica asked.
"Yep, no hands."
"I'd lend you mine if you gave them back."
"Ew no, you've probably been touching balls with those hands."
"I've been touching more than that" Toy Chica giggled with a smirk.
"Gross, maybe I'll take one of Mangle's she won't miss 'em."
"Wanna play a game of poker then?"
"What, we have those? When the fuck did they let gambling shit into a kids' restaurant?"
"They don't, puppet just likes to smuggle shit into his box."
"Ugh, he'll probably want to deal" Chica rolled her eyes.
"That's in your favor you know."
"Are you implying I need cheat you seductive shit?"
"I bet you wish I could seduce you, thirsty bitch."
"Says the chicken that thirsts for cock."
"Fuck you."
"Fuck YOU."

"Poker, NOW!" They both screamed simultaneously
They both marched out of the field, bickering all the way.
===6am===
"Ho, it's time to entertain!" A cheery young boy's voice rang out merrily.

	A whistle of a strange tune come from his processors. Pitter-pattering thuds from their footfalls. The swishing of a draw of the curtain. A mirror stood by, and the animatronic stopped to admire themselves. They found themselves quiet, for but a moment.

"MON DIEU, MY MASK!"