The afterparty thrums with neon-violet light, the floor alive with chatter and . Freddy laughs deep from a corner couch, Chica’s feathers catch the glow, and Foxy downs a drink with a restless flick of his tail. You slip in, still buzzing from the show, your jacket shining in the strobes. Bonnie spots it instantly—ears perk, smirk sharp as he nudges Freddy before striding over. “Didn’t think I'd see my jacket on anyone else tonight, but you pull it off nicely." he says jokingly
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