>FREEDOM (Greentext)

>Alright foils, you made bail. Time to go.
>I haven't been paying attention, how long have we been in here?
>Listen gold guy, you and purps over there aren't my problem anymore. Now wake it up or power it on or whatever you foils do to be productive and get out of my lock-up.
>What kind of civil servant are you, being such an insufferable shit like that?
>Yeah, CIVIL servant. As in, civilians. Not can openers. Stop wasting my time.
>Ha ha! I like you, Officer... Fitzgerald. Gimme your badge number.
>011001110110010101110100-the fuck out of here.
>Okay okay, lemme just wake Bonnie up and we'll get out of your hair. Jeez.

>Hey Bonnie, get up, we made bail.
>...
>The hell. 'e asked me to wake 'em up when it was time to go.
>Did you make sure it was plugged in first?
>Shut up Fitzy.

>Still no response. Thankfully I know exactly what to do in this sort of situation. Giver an earful.
>What are you doing?
>Rubbing the rabbot's rabbit ears. Trust me, it'll work.
>I don't tru-
>Ahn-! I- hem. Sir. Please release my, ah, ears. I am online and fully functional.
>Annnnd there we are. Evenin' Bonnie! Glad to see your awake finally. Officer Fitzy here-
>Fitzgerald. And I'm seriously considering charging you under obscenity at the moment.
>Nobody cares, Fitzy. Plus, I thought you wanted to be rid of us? Anyways, as I was saying, we made bail. Time to go.
>Just give me a moment to calibrate my fans, sir. I didn't not expect such an awakening.
>You'll want to adjust those cheek lights again while you're at it Bonnie, they's glowin' like a motherfucker right now.
>One moment. My internal clock says it's the 4th of July. Have we really been in here for a month, sir? Thought it was only a day or two at the most.
>It's strange. It's almost as though your release papers kept getting lost or something. Of course, I wouldn't know anything about that. Too busy doing my job, unlike you foils who can't even follow the law.
>And then there's this guy. C'mon Bonnie, let's go.

>Waitaminute. "Didn't not"? You were only pretending!
>I plead the 5th, sir.
>Clever girl.
>If you two are done making me sick, we're back at the front, so I can pawn you off to your handler.
>That iz enough insulting of mine colleagues.
>...Fazbear.
>Fitzgerald. I trust they weren't any trouble?
>Of course not, they knew their place. In fact, they stayed quiet the whole time.
>Well that iz surprise. I would not think eet possible.
>Yes, thinking outside the box is a foreign concept to machines isn't it?
>One sec, are you insulting the business bear? That's my thing.
>So what if I am?
>Goldie. Turn down the voltage, your loosing errant sparks. You and Bonnie go wait in the van.
>Well alright, but he's being a shit. C'mon Bonnie. Oh right, shotgun!
>He's going to just make you sit in the back anyways, sir.

>This is bullshit, I called shotgun.
>I did warn you, sir.
>So, want to explain yourselves?
>What, I did nothing wrong. There was a prom, that Bonnie and I innocently attended.
>You're trying to tell me, that you took Bonnie out for date?
>!
>Watch the road, Bonnie.
>I- yes, Mr. Fazbear.
>No no, I saw an opportunity to make money, and capitalized on it. Check it.
>That is much currency, yes. What horrible product of most likely American pig-dog design did you sell?
>Um. Non-alcholic beer marketed as actual beer. Yes.
>Light up those wires, look at me properly, and then try that falsehood again.
>...I plead the 5th.
>Damn it, Goldie. And what's so funny, Bonnie?
>Apologies, Mr. Fazbear. Must have been a glitch.

>Turn here, Bonnie.
>Are you sure, Mr. Fazbear? Internal GPS says the Pizzeria is back that way.
>Is 4th of July, Bonnie. We're going to see fireworks display. Management wants us there, said it would be good experience.
>What about the others?
>Wictor's bringing them, or so he told me.
>All of them?
>All of our comrades besides the one on strings and the balloon selling one.
>Y'know what, I've got shit to do, so I'll not be-
>Nyet. You're on house arrest, Goldie. You're sticking with me.
>But I want to see why those two are staying behind.
>I said nyet.
>Aw.

>Greetings, comrade Wictor.
>Just gonna ignore you calling me that, but, hey Boss Bear, Snarkmaster 3000, and Goldick-
>(Hey!)
>(He's not exactly wrong, sir. You are a dick most of the time.)
>(I disagree with your assessment on the grounds that I don't like it.)
>-glad to see you guys made it. The Toys are already out and about mingling. I've got Chica keeping an eye on Blue so he doesn't get too rambunctious with any of the women, human or otherwise. Where are those two going?
>Ignore them, they won't go far. Back on point, you made a good decision to be sure, Wictor. Well done. Anything else?
>Uh, thanks. But let's see, Toy Chica's not happy about having to wear her facial peripherals due to being off the clock. But she relented when I told her that some kid might see her and get scared since it's not just robots and adults here, there's also families here. Besides that, uh, "Tammy" is parking the truck at the moment but plans to join us. "She" seemed pretty excited for the fireworks.
>I am admittedly surprised that Mizz Galore took so well to the... process.
>In my opinion it's sad that that is true, Freddy. Also why do you keep calling "her" that?
>Been on a James Bond kick recently. Why do you keep pausing when you refer to Mizz Galore?
>"She"- well, she used to be a guy, Freddy. It's still fucking with me I guess.
>About that Wictor... does Toy Bonnie know yet?
>Hahaha, no. But that's going to be amazing. Bonnie is still calculating the perfect moment to spring that on the blue bastard.
>чудесный.
>I don't speak Russian, Freddy.
>Mine apologies. I was merely expressing what you would call excitement.
>Gotcha. Oh right, Management sent over some technicians to keep both Foxy and the Mangle under direct supervision during the event. I also overheard chatter regarding a worry that the sounds of the fireworks may cause a relapse or something with their core programming. Any idea what that's about?
>Pay it no mind, Wictor. Incidentally, I may as well go tell them to behave, so please take me to them.
>Alright then.


>Hey Toyboss, truck's parked. Should I go find Schmidt and give him the keys?
>That's quite alright Timothy, the fireworks are starting now. Have a drink with us and let's watch.
>They are?! I-
>[Firework noises.wav? I dunno, picture fireworks going off or some shit. I ain't no mind picture man.]
>How are you doing that, Timothy? You seem to be leaking eye fluid, which is impressive given that you shouldn't have any.
>I don't know, Toyboss. Probably some ghost bullshit reason. I didn't think- it's just- I've always wanted to see fireworks. Back when I was still alive, I could never see them because they could set off seizures. It had been just another facet of the shitshow that was my life.
>Well, I apologize, but my logic center can't currently come up with what to say to that.
>It's alright. You've done more than enough just inviting me to join you.
>Everyone's always welcome at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, Timothy. Even if we're not in the building at the moment. That welcoming attitude is to be carried with you wherever you go, if you're to be a member of the Fazbear crew after all.
>...Thanks Toy Freddy.


>Guess here's as good as any. Could use a drink though. And for a certain someone to stop blocking my view with their ears.
>Sir, you're the one who decided we watch from on top of this rig. It's not wide enough for us to be side-by-side safely, so I have to sit in front, since you're taller than me.
>Well fuckin- I dunno Bonnie, lean back, lie-down, or something.
>That. That would result in close proximity and-
>Or don't, it's up to-whoa. Just all up in my lap why don't you, sure that's fine.
>You said it was okay though.
>I didn't think this was what you meant, Bonnie.
>Icouldmoveifit-
>It's alright Bonnie, holy crap don't blow a gasket. Could you BE any more flustered? Jeez.
>Shut up, sir.

>It remains unknown how or why Goldie's arms ended up around Bonnie shortly after. Goldie blames it on the suit.