It had been a week since the whole incident, and Rosie had just gotten out of the hospital. The doctors there were very skilled and kind, hence Rosie’s swift recovery (but Rosie may or may not have healed herself too, she isn't saying anything on the matter.). Rosie decided to head back to FNAF World to check up on how it was doing.

And it was doing well. It looked like Anafabula had never been there to begin with. It looked…back to normal, for lack of a better phrase. But something obviously still happened here, given the new scars all the bosses and Rosie herself had.

Did Rosie even help at all during the whole thing? Did she even do anything morale wise? Her sister had to save the day this time-

“Rosie, you okay?” She heard the familiar voice of Bubba call out.

“Oh, just lost in my thoughts-” She tried to reply.

“I think it was a lot more than that, Rosie.” He knew her too well to see straight through that.

“...s-sorry…” She whimpered.

“Hey, it's okay, Rosie.” He said, taking her into one of his massive hands, being careful not to touch any of her new scars, knowing that it would either hurt her or trigger her C-PTSD, both of which he didn't want.

“I-i'm sorry Bubba…I tried to help…” She whimpered. “...b-b-but I to-only made things worse….” She said, letting tears fall.

“Rosie, you tried your hardest, and it's not your fault I caught you when I did. You didn't know the whole situation. I imagine if you did, you would’ve helped us.’” He reassured Rosie.

Rosie smiled a little, flapping her wings a little. “...I needed to hear that, thanks Big Guy.”

“No problem. So…what should we do now? We got done cleaning up the mess, so now what?” Bubba inquired. 

“Ice cream?” Rosie asked.

“Rosie, you say that like I will ever say no to that!” He said, laughing a little, struggling to comprehend why he would ever say no to ice cream.

“Hehehe, just checking, buddy.” Rosie joked, looking at Bubba. “So, the usual place?”

“Of course.” He replied, nodding to Rosie. “Let’s get going.”