So sorry on the time it took to finish this! I've been pretty busy, and kind of tired, and—

*nonexistent side of me slaps me in the face*

STOP WITH THE EXCUSES, NO ONE CARES AND EVERYONE KNOWS YOU'VE JUST BEEN PROCRASTINATING! NOW ALL OF YOU BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE WHO ACTUALLY STAND THIS WHINER TO READ HIS MEDIOCRE STORIES, DON'T LOOK AT THIS MAN AND PLEASE CONTINUE ONTO THE CONCLUSION OF THIS STORY!

Fritz and Chica both looked at each other in surprise, then alarm as they came to register the warning.

"Oh no . . ."

Chica looked at him, looking sick and very nervous. "Um, okay, so new deal: you keep us all safe and catch this intruder, and I'll give you a second chance. Sound fair?"

With absolutely no vacillation Fritz nodded, his pale face even paler, nearly translucent in appearance.

At that Chica turned and waddled brusquely down the hallway. "Gotta find the other girls and warn them . . ."

Once he was certain she was gone (yes, he knew what she'd promised, but he still wanted to take no risks, in case this was all some clever ploy invented by the animatronics) Fritz grabbed the tablet and began searching for the intruder. He found the female animatronics crawling underneath the tables in the party rooms. At least they wouldn't bother him for a while, and at the same time decrease their chances of running into the intruders. Definitely a plus, Fritz thought in the back of his mind. In the game room, Balloon Boy was attempting to hide in one of the large present boxes standing around the area. Fritz couldn't help but smile in amusement. The only part of the little animatronic that was visible was his little legs, which were flailing wildly from the opening of the box.

He finally found the perpetrators, two masked men inside of the parts and service room, and they were being held in place by Freddy and Foxy. He'd have to remember to thank them later. He pried his phone from his pocket and dialed in three digits. "Hello, police? Freddy Fazbear's Pizza is being broken into."

As he had been firmly instructed to remain in the office, Fritz sat tight, watching everything play out through the tablet from his chair. Inside parts and service he observed the intruders being interrogated by Bonnie, who, despite the lack of audio, seemed furious. He was gesturing wildly with his remaining arm, and stalking back and forth, sometimes turning his head to glare at the intruders, sometimes staring down at the floor as a father disappointed in his son may do. Occasionally Fritz could hear the rabbit screaming out a livid static-filled scolding, but the exact words spoken were hidden behind the buzzing of the lights and the hum emitted from the thick cables strung about the building.

Suddenly Bonnie approached one of the men and jerked off his mask. Wait, is that Jeremy? Fritz thought in bewilderment. What the heck is he doing here? And I'll bet the other dude is Mike, isn't it?

His suspicion was confirmed when Bonnie turned and yanked off the other man's mask, and, judging by Mike's pained expression, a little hair came out as well. His thick mop of mocha-brown hair did need a trim, and now it was telling him so.

Fritz badly wanted to speak with him and Jeremy, ask them what they were doing at the pizzeria, tell them the police were on their way and that they needed to leave immediately, but then he'd get in trouble with both the cops and his employer. He needed to find out why his uninvited visitors had come, but he'd get himself killed, or worse, fired, before he made it all the way down to parts and service. Unless . . . maybe he could get the female animatronics to take him? He'd be safe, if they proved trustworthy. Deciding to take his chances, he gathered up a few paper clips and thumbtacks and tossed them down the hall.

"Ch-Chicas? Mangle? I need your help," he called uncertainly.

Several seconds later Toy Chi popped her head into his field of vision. Her voice trembled a little. "Yeah?"

Back in parts and service, Bonnie continued to pace around the small workroom. The the nauseating smell of old oil, grease, blood, and sweat hung in the air, and dark stains of various mysterious substances speckled the grimy floor tiles. The single bulb illuminating the room flickered every so often, giving it an even creepier ambiance.

Bonnie seemed to be cooling down a little. Which was good, as earlier, when he'd been shouting at them, sparks began to fly from his exposed wires, and some began to glow angrily, illuminating the old rabbit's exposed interior. "So, Fitzgerald. You finally end up getting your lucky break and what do you do first thing? Come right back. You know, when I judged you by your survival skills I thought you were pretty smart. I suppose that's why you should never judge a book by its cover. And you. Schmidt." He turned to face Mike and glowered at the man pinned down at his feet. Mike tried to keep a hard and unmoved face, but he couldn't hide a slight cringe—one out of anger, disgust, and a little bit of fear.

Bonnie laughed, a harsh burst of static laughter that made Jeremy's head throb. "Now here's a face I never thought I'd see again. You missed me this much, eh? Now we can finally finish what you started so many years ago. I've waited for years for this moment, Schmidt, and my patience has finally paid off. Because now—" he snagged Mike by the arm "—I have you right where I want you. I'll bet you regret all of those insults now."

Mike feebly attempted to free himself from the rabbit's grasp. "Ah, no, actually, I don't think I do. Should I? It's not like it would've made much difference in the way you treated me."

"Still as rude and snarky as ever, I see. It's time to pay for your apparent lack of manners."

"Wait, wait, let me this straight—you're going to kill me for name-calling? That's a joke! If memory serves, you tried to murder me!"

"AND I PAID FOR IT!" Mike looked up at him, taken off-guard by the sudden outburst. Bonnie stepped back and gestured to himself. "Look at me, Schmidt!" he snarled. "I'm stuck back here almost 24/7! I don't have my guitar to entertain with or kids to entertain; the two things most precious to me! And in case you haven't noticed, I'm being torn apart piece by piece, and somehow I'm still alive to endure the torture of it! You did this to me! You lied to them, to them all, and now I've lost everything but half of myself, and even that's leaving me! This is all your fault!"

"Bonnie, I . . . I'm really sorry, man. About all of this. I shouldn't have done all that I did." Mike turned to face his puzzled human friend, wearing a sheepish expression. "When I first started working at Fazbear's, the animatronics freaked me out so much I tried to get myself moved to the day shift. I started telling the staff and the owner of the location about how the animatronics behaved at night, sometimes—ah, usually—exaggerating quite a bit. I was willing to do anything to get transferred to the day shift. Of course I never got the new position, but the staff, namely the technicians and janitors that cleaned the animatronics, was scared enough to refuse to go near them. They became concerned about the safety of the public, and eventually they had the animatronics confined to the stage during the day. It was all my fault, and while I know it doesn't mean much anymore, all of you, I apologize for what I did. I can't expect any of you to forgive me, but I just want you to know—"

"Apology accepted," Chica announced as she entered the room.

Mike stared at the animatronic chicken, dumbfounded. "Uh, thanks, I guess. That was rather . . . abrupt, don't you think?"

"In all honesty, I'm just very relieved to see that our intruders aren't ones with hostile intentions—er, right?" She looked a little disturbed, until Jeremy reassured her that they weren't there to hurt anyone or anything.

Suddenly a short, scrawny human sporting a Freddy Fazbear Security uniform stumbled into the room, the much-too-large spare Freddy head wobbling about upon his shoulders. Toy Chica and Mangle brought up the rear of the little parade of oddities. Fritz glanced around the room nervously and fearfully brandished his flashlight.

Bonnie gave a harsh bark of laughter. "Night guard, you look like a fool. You are aware that the flashlight does nothing to us, and that mask makes you look nothing like Freddy?" Freddy nodded and shot Fritz an offended look, holding one of his great paws to his chest where, had he been a living being, his heart would've been. "The only reason we don't kill you when you're wearing it is to make it fair for you," Bonnie finished.

"S-so I can take it off? And you won't kill me?"

"Yes, I believe that's the point I just made."

Fritz removed the Freddy head and glared at the two other humans. "What the heck are you two doing here? Trying to get me fired already?"

Jeremy and Mike glanced at each other, both of them suddenly realizing they hadn't thought their plan all the way through.

"We, ah, we wanted to give you some pointers!"

"Uh, yeah, we wanted to make sure that you, you know, didn't die."

"Y-you did?" Fritz looked surprised, a bit of disbelief in his eyes. "Oh. Uh, well, thanks, I guess, but you really should've just called me, or told me before I left earlier! I mean, I called the cops, and you guys're gonna be in deep trouble with them. They'll be here any minute now!"

Jeremy paled, but Mike pressed his case a bit further. "Yeah, well, we just forgot to tell you before you left, and you aren't supposed to have your cell phone on during your shift."

"Oh, yeah? Says who?"

"It's in the employee handbook, Fritz."

After a brief silence, Mike sighed. "I swear, it's incredible how many guards on duty get addicted to Candy Crush."

"The place seems to be secure, Mr. Smith. Are you certain someone entered the building?"

Fritz offered the police officer a weak smile. "I, uh, I guess it could've b-been one of the animatronics that I saw on the camera. They move around at night, and I-I only saw a bit of movement on the camera."

The officer studied his face suspiciously for a moment, then let out a breath and shook his head. "I am aware of the animatronics, Mr. Smith. Geez, we get way too many calls from these Fazbear places at night 'cause of those darn robots. Tell your boss that they really should consider shutting those things down at closing before we take measures to ensure that happens. We're going to take the security tapes for reviewing, so be sure those tapes are replaced."

"Dev?" A second, younger officer approached Fritz and the officer he was speaking with.

"What is it, Officer Conrad?"

Officer Conrad gestured down the hallway at Fritz' office. "We gathered the tapes for you, sir. We packaged them and left them on the desk in the security office for you to retrieve."

The two policemen turned and started down the hall. Fritz, unsure of what to do, awkwardly followed them from behind, trying his hardest to appear nonchalant and bored, though on the inside he was groaning with despair. Jeremy and Mike were going to be discovered and jailed for sure, and he'd probably be charged for lying to the police and for harboring criminals. How frustrating it was, going to get arrested and fined for sticking up for two guys that he hardly considered friends, due to a place that consisted of murderous mascots, bratty kids, and minimum wage. Fritz had always hoped that he'd never get in trouble with the authorities, and if he did happen to do so it'd be for something crazy and worth the consequences. What a shame the job he'd been looking forward to was turning out to be!

"By the way," Officer Conrad said over his shoulder as they walked, "we found the security camera facing the stage is pretty busted up, and so was its tape. It'll need to be replaced for sure."

"Y-yeah, I noticed that too. Thanks." Apparently Toy Freddy's catching a huge break, Fritz thought bitterly. If he and the two ex-night guards were going to be caught, it would've been a minor-yet-sweet victory if the police had found the bear in the middle of his little 'romancing.'

"Hey! What's going on here?" Officer Conrad quickly bore down on the small cardboard box that sat, unsealed, upon the desk next to the security tablet. "I taped that up myself just a minute ago!"

Officer Dev rolled his eyes. "Yes, well, boxes don't typically open themselves. No worries, Officer, we all make mistakes."

"No, sir, I swear that I did! Heck, just ask—SWEET BETSY! What on earth's that thing?" The terrified young man stumbled backwards and pointed at the tall, lanky, black-and-white animatronic that sat slumped against the wall. It powered on at the policeman's cry, and slowly got to its pointy feet, causing Officer Conrad to start and reach for the gun that rested in his belt holster.

Fritz gave a nervous laugh, withholding from panicking himself. What was it doing here? "Oh, th-that's just the Puppet. Hey, ol' p-pal!"

The mute animatronic eyed the humans, apparently taking no notice of the two handguns partially drawn from the officer's belts, and he slipped out of the office.

"That thing is darn spooky, it is!" The younger cop said. "I don't know how people manage to work here, especially at night. Ugh, gives me the creeps just thinking about it, and how they walk all over the place . . ." He turned and gave Fritz a sorrowful look and pat on the shoulder. "I'm sorry for you, man. Real sorry. Well, have a good night. And be a little more sure next time you think you need to call the police."

Back in Prize Corner, the Puppet stepped back into his present box and leaned back against its sturdy wall. He felt himself relaxing as the wireless music box was wound and the soothing musical tinkling resumed. He looked around, watching with mild interest as the other animatronics exited the stage and began to wander about the pizzeria again, and he half-heartedly picked at the sticky tape residue stuck on his long spindly fingers. It had been him who'd opened up the package containing the security camera footage tapes, and he'd used his magic to distort Mike's and Jeremy's faces from the recordings so they wouldn't get into trouble.

Although this guard was okay, he preferred Jeremy over him, and he hoped that he would assume his old position as night guard again. But at that moment he had to rest. He had a long day ahead of him. He reached over the side of his box and pulled the lid back into place and fell back into a deep slumber, his peaceful music filling his ears.

As soon as the police had all left Fritz rushed back to the parts and service room, and he helped Mike and Jeremy out of the two spare, empty animatronic suits they'd hidden inside of, which had been Bonnie's brilliant idea.

"Ugh. There you go, Bonnie. You finally stuffed me into a suit. Are you satisfied now?"

Bonnie grabbed Mike and hoisted him out of the suit and onto the floor. "Hmm, I suppose so. Of course, you aren't dead, but I did stuff you, you're right about that."

After a few minutes of talking amongst each other and calming their nerves, Fritz ushered the humans out of the room and asked them to follow him to the office. "I have a few things to take care of," he explained, "and then I have to talk to Toy Freddy about some stuff."

The trio found their way through the maze of corridors and rooms to the office at last, where Fritz was astonished to find Toy Freddy searching frantically around. "Toy Freddy? What are you doing here?"

The animatronic bear looked up quickly, startled by the sudden stealthy entrance of the men, and heaved what sounded like a sigh of relief, though Fritz couldn't be sure. After all, animatronics don't have lungs, but it sounded close to a sigh, so that's what Fritz interpreted the sound to be. "There you are, kid," Toy Freddy said. Though no one could be sure, he almost sounded happy to see the young guard. "Are you okay? Have the burglars been taken care of? The others are all fine, right?" He seemed to take no notice of Mike and Jeremy, who stood awkwardly a few feet away, inside the entrance to the office.

"Yeah, everyone's fine, don't worry about them. I am, too, thanks," he added, puzzled at the bear's concern towards him. It was strange: when he'd introduced himself to Fritz earlier he hadn't seemed to care at all about him; now he seemed to actually want to make sure he was all right. It was strange, for sure—but he didn't mind it a bit. It was nice to have someone care about how he was doing. "And the burglars, well, here they are." He took a step to the side and put Mike and Jeremy in the spotlight. The two said men immediately stopped arguing with each other and stood up respectfully.

Toy Freddy was shocked at the familiar face standing before him. "Mr. Fitzgerald? You broke in? What are you doing here?" He paused, then chuckled a bit. "You know, I do believe you're the first night guard that quit to ever return here. Funny, in its own little way."

Jeremy waved a little. "Yeah, that doesn't surprise me. Now, in all fairness, the whole breaking-and-entering thing was Mike's idea—" he jabbed his thumb in Mike's direction "—but I had to do it. I owe a girl a dance. Where's Mangle? Have you guys already started the dance?"

"Uh, dance?" Fritz asked, confused. He looked from human to animatronic. "How can there be a dance tonight? Look at the clock?" He pointed up at the clock, ticking away from the office wall. It read 5:54. "My testing took up all of tonight. Do you want me to help you reschedule it or something? I guess it was kind of my fault you missed it, since tonight was—"

"Oh, but it's only the testing clock that says it's 5:54!" Everyone's heads turned to find the owner of this new voice—TB. The blue rabbit skipped down the hall all the way into the office, and he settled next to his animatronic friend, grinning mischievously. "See, that clock is rigged to make a single hour look like six of them. Neat, huh?"

Toy Freddy gave TB a light smack on the head and rolled his eyes. "And by 'rigged' he means malfunctioned. It's broken, but we salvaged it from the trash before the humans could take it away. It serves its purpose. Now as for Mangle—MANGLE! Sweetheart, I have a surprise for you in the office!" He shot Jeremy a wink and a grin.

He sure has changed his view on me, Jeremy thought with surprise, not to mention a hint of suspicion. What had happened to Toy Freddy that had made him change his perspective on night guards—and adults in general, for that matter? He recalled overhearing two employees' conversation several months before about how the animatronics didn't seem to care much for adults, even almost appearing to be aggressive towards them. It was a strange development, but a good one nonetheless.

A few minutes later a metallic clanging reverberate throughout the office, and a familiar battered vixen appeared in the hallway, and leapt down from the ceiling. "Yes, Freddy?"

With a smile the bear gestured towards Jeremy, who stepped into her view from behind Mike and Fritz. "Jeremy . . ."

She scrambled into Jeremy's outspread arms, and he embraced her tightly, not wanting to ever let her go again. "Happy Valentine's Day, Love."

X TWENTY MINUTES LATER X

Back in the main party room, where everyone had gathered to go over the rest of the night's schedule, Shadow Bonnie hovered in the center of the room, watching the group converse. He couldn't help but giggle and warmly smile as he watched the human and animatronic lovers that'd been reunited only minutes ago. He wasn't interested in a romance for himself, but he loved watching young lovers together; it gave him feel good inside for them. It made him happy to see love in such a dark world.

Suddenly Toy Freddy began to turn in his direction, and he quickly teleported away and out of sight. Toy Freddy never seemed to like him or his brother, Shadow Freddy, so to avoid any conflict they avoided the Toy animatronics; the older models never minded chatting with them.

Shadow Bonnie teleported to the kitchen, where Shadow Freddy, commonly referred to as Shadow, was hard at work cooking and baking refreshments for the Valentine's Day party. "Hey! Hey, Shadow! Guess what? So the party starts in about five minutes, but that isn't even the best part! Wanna know what the best part is?"

"Well, knowing you won't shut up about whatever it is until you share it with me, then go ahead and tell me now," Shadow growled, shedding the pink-and-white oven mitts to remove his matching chef's hat.

"Okay! So you remember how that old night guard, Jeremy Fitzgerald? And how he got fired, or quit or something like that? And how before he was fired he was in love with Miss Mangle? So apparently it was Jeremy Fitzgerald and his best friend Schmidt that broke into this restaurant, and get this—they broke in just so that Jeremy could dance with Miss Mangle tonight! Can you believe that, Shadow? Huh? Isn't that romantic? Hey, you know, you should make something special to celebrate! Some brownies, or cupcakes, or—oh, I know! You have to make your world-famous triple-chocolate peanut-butter white-chocolate frosted fudge!"

Shadow shot his brother an annoyed glance as he struggled to untie the dirty, flour-coated pink-and-white apron. "Abbey, it's obvious you just want the fudge. Even if I wanted to make it I wouldn't have the time to, not to mention the fact that it isn't even Valentine-themed."

"You could put little heart-shaped sprinkles on it!" the rabbit remarked after a few seconds of deep thought.

"And let you ingest even more sugar? Absolutely not. Now, go start up the party while I get this stuff put in place."

". . . and so I just told him that I wasn't going to take his minimum wage salary anymore, and I told him that after tonight I was done. After tonight, meaning I would've taken the shift, but instead the jerk decides to throw in some poor kid with no training or knowledge of the place. He didn't even tell me that he'd assigned someone else to the shift! But I'm really, really sorry for quitting, I didn't mean to do it. I wasn't thinking at all, and I hope you can forgive me."

Mangle rested a hand on Jeremy's shoulder. "Of course I forgive you, Jeremy. All you did was make a little mistake, just like everyone else does, but you, unlike many others, owned up to your error and asked for forgiveness. That makes it different, and in the best way. And do you really think that I would hate you for that, especially after all that you've done to get here tonight to tell me what's been going on and to keep your promise?"

Jeremy grinned and reached behind his back. "I guess not. But just as a little peace offering . . ."

"Daisies!" Mangle gasped, joyfully accepting the bouquet of beautiful white flowers. "Thank you very much, and you're forgiven."

Jeremy threw Mike a smug look, to which Mike replied with a mocking expression that succeeded in doing nothing but cracking TB up. The man turned red, then turned and stalked off to parts and service to hang out with the old animatronics.

Fritz watched him leave with mild amusement. "You know, you could take my place, Jere. Heck, if I wasn't broke I'd pay you to take this job so I could go back to the day shift! 'Course, I'm probably going to get fired after all that's happened tonight, so you'll most likely have your chance."

Jeremy raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, and Mike and I are probably going to get arrested, so I won't count on it."

"I guess that's true. So maybe you could—" Suddenly multi-colored lights began to flash all around the room, and loud metal music blared from the speaker system.

"ABBEY! WRONG PLAYLIST!"

A moment later the music changed to a soft, melodic tune, the lights slowly faded into a blend between white and pink (romantically), and Shadow Freddy appeared out of nowhere onto the stage, floating a few inches off of the ground. "Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!" he exclaimed, his voice resounding throughout the pizzeria as though he was speaking through a megaphone. "Now let the party begin!"

A few hours later the party was raging. Mike and the old animatronics had been drawn out by the shouts of delight, the hypnotic music, and the smell of Shadow's delicious appetizers and deserts. Then TB managed to start a dance-off, where he convinced the Shadows to switch over to some faster dance music and taunted a few other animatronics until they angrily accepted his challenge to a dance-off. It started out as single dancers, but after a while the couples stole the dance floor and forced Shadow to change the fast-paced music back to the "correct" music, much to TB's dismay. It turned out Jeremy and Toy Freddy were both very talented dancers, both solo and with a partner, and out of every dancer there they immediately became the most popular ones. Mike and a few other animatronics claimed they preferred the more upbeat music, and they created a separate party in the smaller party rooms using Mike's phone.

Eventually everyone, including Mike and those who'd joined him, was ready for some slow dancing with their friends. Of course, TB, Fritz, and all of the male old animatronics, the ones that "simply couldn't dance at all," and "were too embarrassed to dance in front of other people," sat out. That is, until Mike asked old Chica to dance with him, and she suddenly received four more dance requests. She laughed and accepted them all—but, to the animatronics' disappointment, Mike got the first dance, because he asked first. They moped back over to one of the tables, muttering about how Mike had become a marked man and that they vowed to kill him one day. TB and Fritz spent the entire time from this point onwards stuffing themselves with food and chatting. Jeremy couldn't help but think that they went well together.

After several short hours of great fun, eating, dancing, silly fun and laughter, mingling, and talking, only five minutes remained of the party. Shadow announced that one final song would be played, meant especially and only for the couples. Everyone shuffled off of the stage except for Toy Chi and Toy Freddy, along with Mangle and Jeremy. Jeremy and Mangle stood in the center of the stage, and Jeremy grinned as he watched Chica exchange harsh, inaudible words with Bonnie. Jeremy turned at a tapping on his shoulder from behind. "Oh! Uh, what's up, Toy Freddy?"

Toy Freddy gave him a sheepish smile. "You're in my spot; I always take the center of the stage. Do you mind?"

"Uh, no, sure, go right ahead." He took Mangle by the hand and guided her a few feet to the left. A moment later he felt another tapping on his shoulder. "Uuuh . . . Yeah, Toy Freddy?"

The orangish-brown bear grinned a full-fledged grin. "I lied to Mr. Smith. How perceptive is the boy?"

"I don't know, pretty perceptive? He's staring right at us, so do whatever you plan on doing."

Toy Freddy straightened, made sure he had Fritz' attention, winked at him, and pulled Toy Chi into his arms for a lingering, passionate kiss.

As the generic romance music commenced, the couples began to dance, taking their time in their loving partners' arms and enjoying every second of it. Chica and Fritz watched from the seating below in awe and some remorse, while the Mike and the other animatronics paid little attention to the stage, and chatted amongst themselves. Shadow Bonnie observed the dancing from the DJ booth set up in the back of the room, his lower lip trembling and eyes watering with black, magical fluid—"It's so beautiful!"—while Shadow focused himself on not smacking his brother out of pure annoyance.

Up on the stage, Toy Freddy couldn't think of anyplace, anytime, or any event that could even be considered as wonderful as the moment he was living right then. Sure, he remembered when he first fell in love with Toy Chi, the day she confessed her love for him, their first kiss, but none of those times compared to dancing with her that Valentine's Day night. There was something special about that night—one could almost taste the love in the air. That might've been the reason TB was gagging, but that was okay. He didn't need to understand the concept of true love.

He looked down upon Toy Chi's glowing smile, sensing her joyfulness. He felt sure she, too, didn't want the night to ever end. "I love you, Dearest."

She giggled softly and pulled him closer to herself. "I love you too."

Jeremy enjoyed dancing, and he loved Mangle. So putting the two together was pure bliss. As he and Mangle gazed into one another's eyes, he suddenly realized, with much sorrow, that the night, as wonderful and beautiful as it was, would not last forever, and he still had a few items on his to-do list that needed to get crossed off before the song—and the perfect moment—was gone. He smoothly reached behind himself and pulled out a bunch of snow-white roses (don't ask where from exactly, it's just a story, people. Chill) and he handed them to Mangle. "Here you are, Mangle. These are for you."

"My favorite! Oh, thank you so much! Jeremy, you're just full of surprises tonight, aren't you?"

The young man grinned. "It's my pleasure. And if that wasn't enough, I have two more surprises for you. One, I officially work here again starting Monday night, two nights from now. With a raise, even! Six dollars an hour now!"

"Jeremy, that's fantastic!" Mangle said in a hushed exclamation of happiness. "I'm so excited for you! And the second surprise is?"

Perfect timing, Jeremy thought to himself as the song came to a woeful close. "This." And with a single graceful movement he swung her down in a beautiful dip, and kissed her, the conclusion to the perfect night.

Author's Note

And there we have it! The end of Ladies' Night on Valentine's Day! I hope you all enjoyed this story, I know I sure had fun writing it! And to any of you that enjoyed this story and think that maybe, just maybe, I have some talent, then maybe you could go ahead and follow me! I have several completed stories that I just have to digitize, and I'll post my progress in the process. Say that ten times fast, whew! I feel like I should say more, but I can't think of anything else important to say. And yes, I'm very aware that I just used way too many exclamation points, and the writer part of me is screaming in my face about it, but I'm just so excited! (Great, there I go again.) But anyways, like I said a moment ago, I hope you all liked this story! I'd love to hear from you, so don't hesitate to review! Also, what do you all think of me doing a song spotlight at the end of the chapters I upload? I always thought it was cool when favorite authors of mine did that, and I'd like to know whether or not you guys would like to see me do it as well! Get to know some of my favorite songs, you know? Yeah. That's cool.

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