Today has been…one of those days. A drop-your-coffee, trip-over-the-dog, everything-hurts-and-I-think-I’m-getting-sick kind of day. The kind of day where you spend damn near an hour meal prepping soup ingredients and then drop all over the kitchen floor that you haven’t swept or mopped in what I’m going to say is at least a week, but we all know at most it’s a whole lot longer. The kind of day where you spend four hours typing on your book and then Word shuts off for NO APPARENT REASON and you lose everything you did. The kind of day where you just have to take a Sims break and your stupid Sim goes to his final exam in his athletic wear and a cold snap moves in and HE FREEZES TO DEATH INSIDE THE STUPID EXAM BUILDING BEFORE YOU EVEN HAVE A CHANCE TO CHANGE HIS CLOTHES!!! The kind of day where you have to force yourself to walk to dog and you feel guilty about how little you want to do it because she’s so excited, and in fact her excitement leads her to bounce all around you in the yard and you trip over her for the second time that day and go down like an AT-AT on Hoth.

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So it’s been a day, is what I think I’m trying to say, but even if I accomplished literally nothing else (less than nothing, actually, but I have to redo all the stuff that I did and dropped/spilled/vanished into the void because Word hates me), I remembered it was Upload Night. So here is a new chapter of my FNAF fanfic, Everything Is All Right, Part IV: New Faces, Old Bones, in which things are not going well for our heroes either. Hop on over to archiveofourown.org or fanfiction.net and check it out! I’m going to bed early, because there’s still an hour left in this day and I don’t want to know how much more worse it can get.

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Bonnie had never really travelled anywhere before, but this wasn’t what he thought travelling would be like. It wasn’t supposed to be a joyride, he knew that. And being trapped in a box not much bigger than the Vault where they were stored between pizzerias wasn’t the start of what anyone would call a fun time. Still, he was finally seeing some of the real world beyond what Ana called the Edge of Nowhere and he wanted to enjoy some of it, because that was sure never going to happen again.

Ana had cut little slots in the side of the truck so they could see outside, making sure that they all had one directly behind them on the benches, so they didn’t have to get out of their restraints when the truck was moving. Although Bonnie appreciated the gesture, he didn’t use his very much and whenever he did, what he saw didn’t look a whole lot different from what he’d been looking at all his life. The snowy mountain (with all its curvy roads on the outside of the truck and Foxy barfing up his boots on the inside) had some different trees and some soft blues and greens that were interesting for a while, but then they came right back down into the same dull red desert he thought they’d left behind in Mammon.

In fact, Chica was the only one who got any real use out of the little windows. She spent the whole trip peeking out and exclaiming over what she saw, oblivious to the complete lack of excitement from the rest of them. Foxy spent the whole time either puking or trying not to before Ana shut him off, and Freddy was so deep in his own head that he might as well have been shut off, too. Bonnie tried to fake some enthusiasm whenever Chica gushed over whatever stupid landmark caught her eye outside, but his thoughts, as always, were with Ana.

After the last stop, she said it would be another hour before they got to Yoshi’s place. Bonnie’s internal clock had popped up in the corner of his vision when the restaurant ‘opened,’ and she was right: Exactly sixty minutes after she started driving again, Chica said, “I think I see it. MechaTech, right?”

“I don’t remember, but that sounds familiar.”

“She’s slowing down,” Chica said, fingertips nervously tapping at the wall of the truck as she peered outside. “This is it.”

Freddy roused himself out of his funk when the truck turned off the paved road onto an uneven gravel drive and looked out the window behind him for the first time on the whole trip. “I’m on the wrong side, I think,” he said. “What does it look like?”

“Um…well…there’s a building,” Chica said dubiously.

Bonnie unbuckled himself and got up.

“What are you doing?” Freddy said sharply. “Wait for the truck to stop! You’ll fall!”

“Relax, we’re going, like, a tenth of a mile an hour. Aaaand we’re stopped.” Bonnie pushed Foxy’s body off to one side so he could use the window behind him. “There is a building,” he confirmed. “And a house. They both look kind of sketchy to me.”