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More Fetch :) The ITP: Happy Ending AU was made by @maraariana01

Title: Focus

Description: Oswald’s life becomes even more interesting when the animatronic dog joins his family.

After retrieving what he’d heard about being discussed over the texts, Fetch patiently sat. His tail wagged behind him. The animatronic dog wondered how lucky it could be.

He heard one of the doors to the house open, and sure enough, Fetch spotted him. His tail continued to wag. The boy began to approach.

Yet, as he did so, Fetch could feel his tail slowly starting to stop. Was something the matter? As the boy approached, he didn’t... there was something with his face.

Fetch tilted his head.

...

Fetch whimpered, twitching as the animatronic dog lay on the covers of the bed. With how he was moving, if one focused enough, it would look as if he was attempting to run.

When he started to feel a sensation on his head—a hand—gentle—Fetch opened up his eyes, and looked up.

He was greeted by the sight of Oswald. With one hand, he was using it to pet him, while the boy was using the other one to use his phone—he seemed to be texting someone.

Slowly, the animatronic dog began to stand up, and that was when Oswald stopped. He looked up from his phone, and towards Fetch. “I didn’t know that you could sleep.”

Fetch barked. He was capable—the animatronic dog had always been—it was rather nice. He’d slept a lot back before he’d been found back at the old Pizzeria—there hadn’t been much to do.

Once he was up, he started moving closer to Oswald—wanting to lay across his lap—only for the boy to climb out of his bed before Fetch could do so. Fetch blinked.

“It kinda seemed like you were having a nightmare, too.” The boy frowned. “Didn’t know you could do that, either.”

Fetch jumped off of the bed, joining Oswald’s side. That’s what it had been? The dog stretched. He understood what they were, but the animatronic had never experienced one.

Until now, at least. Fetch never recalled having a normal dream, either.

“Spring Bonnie,” Oswald called out. As he started leaving the room, Fetch followed after him.

...

Fetch’s tail wouldn’t stop wagging.

When the group finally reached the house, Spring Bonnie moved to open the door—Oswald couldn’t, since he’d been carrying the animatronic dog the whole way back.

Fetch turned, licking at Oswald’s face as the bunny opened the front door. From the corner of the dog’s eyes, he saw the cat rush inside first.

He didn’t understand why the cat had been hissing at him for the whole time. All he’d been wanting to do was play with her—Fetch hadn’t wanted to hurt her or anything.

He’d just wanted to play.

Oswald, still carrying him, walked in after her, followed by Spring Bonnie, who made sure to close and lock the front door.

“Hey, Mom,” Oswald grinned. Fetch turned to look on ahead, and spotted a lady sitting on a couch, turned away from the TV, and looking at the three.

“Oswald, what is that?” She stood, and made her way over—making sure that the TV was still paused, so that she wouldn’t miss anything.

Fetch wiggled around in Oswald’s grasp—and after a few seconds, the boy carefully sat him down. Fetch barked, trotting over to Jackie’s side.

He stood up on his hind legs, and his front ones wobbled in the air before he placed them against Jackie. “An animatronic puppy,” Oswald answered, still grinning.

Jackie knelt down slowly, awkwardly smiling at the excited animatronic. “His name’s Fetch,” Oswald continued to explain, as his mother began to slowly pet Fetch.

“We found him while we were looking for Jinx.”

“Well... that’s interesting,” Jackie commented. Fetch rolled, exposing his stomach. She smiled, and began to rub the animatronic dog’s stomach. His tail still showed no sign of stopping.

“Sooo...” Oswald started moving closer—he’d already asked Spring Bonnie, but he needed to ask them all. “Can we keep him?”

...

Fetch walked by Oswald’s side, only stopping when Oswald did. The two of them were in the living room now. The lights were off, but there was still enough light.

Over on the couch, Spring Bonnie lay across it, his head against one of the rests. He was holding Ralpho—who was asleep—close to him. The TV was completely off.

When Oswald started to move again, so did Fetch. Looking up at the table nearby, the animatronic dog just barely spotted Ralpho’s hat on top of it.

Fetch remembered what happened a couple of days ago—although he’d never been there for the entirety of everything, he’d seen the aftermath.

He’d been in the middle of trying to get Jinx to play with him, when the front door had been opened in a hurry. He saw Spring Bonnie—who had also left in a hurry earlier that day.

He saw Oswald, too, and Ralpho. Ralpho’s leg was missing. Well—it was there, Fetch had noticed, but it just wasn’t on the rabbit himself.

The only thing that the dog could do was watch and listen. He remembered, before Oswald had found him—when he was still with Greg—how he had been able to protect the boy from another dog.

Fetch had wanted to help. He’d helped before—like how he had done Oswald’s homework a couple of times. Although, he wasn’t sure how well he could help with the limb situation.

Spring Bonnie turned to look at the two of them. “How’s he doing?” Oswald questioned. He didn’t want to wake the orange rabbit up.

Keeping one arm around Ralpho, Spring Bonnie used his other hand to write something down in the notepad that he typically carried. Fetch watched.

“Doing a little better.” Spring Bonnie had answered.

Oswald moved a little closer. “But what about you?”

...

Oswald groaned. He stared at the sheet of paper in front of him. It was for math—but he was having a rather difficult time with it, it seemed.

It had both a front and back side to it, but he’d barely gotten anything done for the front side. Next to him was a blank piece of paper—his teacher had given it to him—for him to write anything if it helped him.

“I’m going to get a snack...” Oswald sighed. He got off of his bed, taking his phone—he’d been texting in a chat with Ben and Gabrielle—and left the room.

Fetch watched as the boy left, before turning to look down at the math paper. The animatronic dog’s tail wagged—he got an idea.

He hopped off of the bed, and looked around—he’d seen the pen that Oswald was using fall off a few moments prior. Oswald had accidentally nudged it off without knowing.

When Fetch spotted it—nearly completely under the bed—he moved closer, carefully picking it up with his mouth, and hopped back onto the bed.

...

When Oswald returned to his room, he spotted Fetch on the ground near his bed, in the middle of chasing after his own tail.

He reached down, giving the animatronic dog a quick little pat, before climbing back into bed. He wasn’t all that excited to continue with his math homework.

Although, when he looked down at the sheet of paper, he was rather surprised. It was all... completed. He turned it, and it was the same for the backside.

Then, he noticed something about the extra piece of paper. It wasn’t blank any longer. In fact, it had a little message on it, right in the middle.

“Ur WC :]”

Blinking, Oswald turned away from the papers, and down at Fetch, who had stopped chasing after his tail. He stared up at the boy, smiling, tail wagging.

...

Fetch heard footsteps—they were both rather light sounding. He stared at the door way, tail already beginning to wag excitedly.

Oswald entered first after a moment, and he was looking behind him. Fetch moved a little closer to the door.

Then, she entered. It was a girl with curly black hair—Fetch could guess that she was around Oswald’s age—and that the two had to know each other.

“Gabrielle, this-“ Oswald had started, only to stop when Fetch rushed past him, and straight towards her.

Fetch jumped at the girl—Gabrielle—excitedly. He ended up causing her to fall back into the ground. Excitedly, Fetch began to lick her face, his tail wagging faster.

Gabrielle laughed in surprise. With Fetch still licking her, she sat up—one hand on the floor, while the other was atop the dog’s head. She looked towards Oswald.

“This-“ The girl moved her hand, and began to scratch under Fetch’s chin, and his tail quickened. “-is Fetch, right?”

Oswald nodded. Then, he patted the area where he was. “Fetch, c’mere!” He called towards the dog.

Fetch looked between the two. With two final excited licks, he hopped off of Gabrielle, and trotted over to the boy, who gave him a pat on the head.

“He’s cute,” Gabrielle smiled, standing back up—as she did so, she made sure to retrieve her book that she’d dropped a few moments prior.

“I’ve always wanted to have a dog,” She made her way over to Fetch and Oswald, “But both my Mom and Dad are allergic to them.”

“Oh.” Oswald nodded, and sat down on his bed. He placed everything down in front of him, and Gabrielle joined him. Fetch watched, staying on the floor.

When Oswald spoke again, it was directly to the dog. “Fetch, this is my friend, Gabrielle. We’re supposed to be working on something together for school.”

“Several things, really.” Gabrielle commented, keeping the book close to her.

“You know...” Oswald was grinning. He looked down at Fetch, and so did Gabrielle. Fetch stared up at them both.

“Fetch can help us.”

“He can?”

Fetch seemed to smile. The dog jumped up onto the bed, sitting beside Gabrielle, and staring down at what the two had brought.

Oswald nodded. “Watch.”

...

“I’m fine, Oz.” Ralpho reassured, having woken up a few moments prior. Although, as he spoke, Fetch had noticed how he seemed to say it while staring at Spring Bonnie.

Ralpho reached over, ruffling Oswald’s hair, before reaching further down to give the animatronic dog a little pet. Then, he put his hand back across his stomach.

As he shifted positions—changing to lay on his stomach instead of his back, with his head under Spring Bonnie’s chin, the rabbit added, “Tired, though.”

Spring Bonnie wrapped his arms back around the rabbit—for a second, they seemed to be shaking—and the dog wondered why. Did Oswald see that?

“Okay.” Oswald nodded. He opened his mouth to try and say something else—but nothing came out, and he turned away. Fetch could see him frowning.

Oswald seemed to be going back to his room, by the looks of it, yet Fetch didn’t follow after the boy. Instead, he remained in the living room.

Despite both Spring Bonnie and Ralpho being on the couch, there was still a good amount of room left on it—and Fetch jumped up onto it.

...

“You brought a frisbee?” Oswald asked. As he stepped outside to join Gabrielle, Fetch and Spring Bonnie accompanied him.

Gabrielle nodded. “Fetch!” She called out to the animatronic—who happily began running over to the girl, tail wagging—which was quite typical.

Right before he got to her, he heard the girl repeat the word “Fetch!” before tossing the white and black frisbee.

Fetch watched the frisbee fly past him and Oswald—stopping when it ended up hitting Spring Bonnie in the face, before falling to the ground.

The animatronic dog turned back to look at Gabrielle. Blinking, he tilted his head to the side in confusion.

“Oh!” Gabrielle exclaimed. Oswald couldn’t help but snicker a little bit. She started hurrying over to Spring Bonnie, who had picked up the frisbee.

“I’m so sorry!” She apologized, frowning. When she reached the bunny, he was holding out two things—the frisbee, and his notepad.

“It’s okay, it didn’t hurt.”

Nodding, Gabrielle took the frisbee from Spring Bonnie, who put his notepad back in one of his pockets.

She turned around, looking at Oswald—so was Fetch.

“He’s not gonna fetch anything,” Oswald told her, walking over, and scratching Fetch behind one of his ears. “He’ll just stare and not do anything.”

“Oh.” Gabrielle hummed, before sitting down beside Fetch, and holding out the old frisbee. “Still want it, Fetch? You don’t have to go get it.”

...

There was enough room on the couch so that he could lay right by Spring Bonnie and Ralpho—the animatronic dog wasn’t worried about falling off.

Glancing back at the two, it seemed that the rabbit had already fallen back asleep. Spring Bonnie, on the other hand, was awake. He kept his focus on the rabbit in his arms.

Looking away from them, Fetch shifted around on the couch, before staring towards the front door of the house and the windows.

He’d never seen the bear before—only hearing of him by listening to Oswald—but Fetch knew that Funtime Freddy was dangerous. From listening, he knew that Oswald had been captured once before the bear’s return.

Fetch kept his focus towards the front of the house. Maybe he could help try to keep Oswald and them safe—he knew it was what Spring Bonnie wanted to do, too.

The most he’d protected someone from had been a rather angry dog—but maybe he could help with the large, broken (from what he’d heard) animatronic bear.

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The ITP: Happy Ending AU was made by @maraariana01

Title: Celebrate!

Description: Spring Bonnie discovers that an important day for his son is coming up.

It was a Sunday. While his son hadn’t needed to be dropped for school, Spring Bonnie still recalled Oswald being driven by Thomas a few hours ago.

Gabrielle. Earlier, when he’d been doing some quick chores around the house, Spring Bonnie was certain that he heard Oswald say her name over the vacuum.

The bunny liked her. Every so often, she’d drop by the house to hang out with his son—and vise versa. Not too long ago, Spring Bonnie remembered the two having a sleep over.

He was glad that Oswald had her as a friend. Aside from Ben, the bunny had never really seen his son talk to or hang out with anyone.

Spring Bonnie’s ears twitched as he heard a sound—talking—coming from the living room. He knew it had to be Thomas and Jackie—which surprised him for a moment.

He had assumed that Jackie had work today—although it seemed that today was one of her day offs. Those were always rather nice. She was gone quite a lot.

Spring Bonnie stood up, trying his best to be careful with the resting Ralpho, as he placed the orange rabbit back down. Then, he began making his way towards the living room.

If she was here, then the bunny wondered what they’d all do this time. Typically, they all just stayed home—watching some movies, or playing some board games.

Though, Spring Bonnie wondered if they could all go to the park this time—it was always rather nice.

“Springy,” The bunny’s ears twitched, and he stopped in his tracks.

Turning around, Spring Bonnie was greeted by Ralpho, who was limping after him. The bunny’s twitching ears lowered, and he glanced down towards the ground.

He listened to the light footsteps approaching, before stopping in front of him. The bunny found himself staring at all of the stitching done by Jackie.

“Honey Bun,” Spring Bonnie lifted his gaze, staring into the eyes of the orange rabbit. He took out his notepad and pen.

“Rest?”

Ralpho hummed. He lifted a hand up, placing it on the bunny’s cheek—and he leaned into it, tail wagging for a moment or two. “It’s fine, Honey Bun,” The orange rabbit began.

His hand slid down after a moment. Ralpho reached, and held onto Spring Bonnie’s right hand. “I’m alright. I don’t need to do that right now.”

Taking the lead, and still holding his hand, Ralpho began heading towards the living room. “C’mon, Springy. Let’s go see what’s goin’ on.” He hummed.

...

“Well,” Jackie started, messing with the remote for a moment—it seemed like it needed new batteries. “Maybe we could go ahead and call-“

She paused at the sound of footsteps, and turned around, being greeted with the sight of Spring Bonnie and Ralpho.

“Whatcha talking about?” The orange rabbit questioned, tilting his head to the side for a moment, ears twitching.

“Oswald’s birthday is coming up soon,” Thomas revealed. “This Saturday.”

Jackie hummed lightly and nodded. “So, we’re just trying to think of what we could do for it this time.”

Spring Bonnie stared. A birthday was coming up? His sons was? He’d always known what those were, and what they meant—he’d seen some be celebrated at the restaurant.

Although, he’d never participated in any of the ones that he ever witnessed—the bunny had also never known anyone close to him that was going to have one.

He had never really had anyone back through the ball-pit, though. He’d never had a family back then or anything along those lines.

“We could help out?” The bunny had scribbled down.

...

When Ben had come over—apparently going to stay for a couple of days, before leaving again, one of the things he had eventually suggested was baseball.

Spring Bonnie had heard of it—so had Ralpho—but the bunny had never actually seen it be played before. Admittedly, he was rather curious.

So, he, Ralpho, Oswald, and Ben had gone out to the park to play—as it was most likely the best place—Jackie hadn’t wanted any broken windows or anything.

“Ready?” Oswald asked, staring at Ben, who tightened his grip on the bat in his hands. He got into position.

“Yeah!” Ben nodded.

Oswald threw the baseball.

Ben swung, and successfully hit it—although maybe he did it a little too hard. In the process of hitting the ball, the bat was sent out of his hands.

“Ow!”

All three stopped what they had been doing, and turned to the source of that—Ralpho.

The rabbit had stumbled back a little bit—his hands were covering his nose. The ball was on the ground in front of him. “Uh...” Ben frowned.

Spring Bonnie was the first to make it to Ralpho’s side, ears lowering slightly and twitching.

“S-Sorry!” Ben called out, making his way over, alongside Oswald.

Ralpho removed his hands, and when he did, Spring Bonnie felt his ears go back up—more so in alarm this time.

Blood was trickling down the orange rabbit’s nose. “You can... bleed??” Oswald spoke up first about it.

“I’ll...” Ben began looking around. “I’ll go get something for that. Sorry!”

...

It was Tuesday. Yesterday, Spring Bonnie had settled for trying to find something for his son, yet he hadn’t found it yet. He’d just have to look further.

Oswald was going to get out of school soon. Reaching down to give Fetch a quick pet, Spring Bonnie started to head out—before hearing a knock on the door.

Fetch stared, tail beginning to wag. Spring Bonnie made his way towards the door, the animatronic dog quickly following after him.

As he opened it up, he simultaneously reached down, so that he’d be holding the excited dog—whose tail seemed to be wagging quicker already.

Spring Bonnie was greeted by Ben—and Fetch’s tail went even quicker. The boy smiled, reaching to pet the animatronic dog, who licked him in response.

“Is Oswald here?”

Spring Bonnie shook his head, setting Fetch down, who happily sat by Ben’s side. He reached down to pet him—the dog’s tail showing no sign of stopping.

“Good,” Ben grinned, “I wanna be able to surprise him.”

...

Ben had settled for hiding in the backseat of the car. Spring Bonnie glanced back towards him for a moment, before back at the school, waiting.

A lot of other kids were already pouring out of the doors, yet he didn’t see his son yet.

He waited for another moment. The doors opened again, and among the other children, he spotted both Oswald and Gabrielle coming out.

The two stood there, and for a moment, simply chatted. He couldn’t tell what they were talking about, but it ended with Gabrielle giving him one of her books.

As Gabrielle walked off, Oswald made his way over to the car. Opening the passenger side door, he sat, closing it. “So-“

Ben jumped out from where he’d been sitting for a while. “Hey, Oz!” The boy grinned. Oswald immediately turned to face him.

“Ben!” He grinned.

...

He’d always wanted to spend some time with Thomas—although the bunny just hadn’t been sure on what the two of them could do. He’d have done anything.

Which, when Thomas finally thought of something for the two of them, Spring Bonnie was quick to accept the offer.

He got into the little boat with Thomas, sitting beside the man, ears twitching. He glanced at the items on the bottom of the boat, before back at him.

“Ever gone fishing before?” Thomas asked. In his left hand, he held a fishing rod. It looked rather old. Grabbing another, he held it out to the bunny.

As Spring Bonnie took it, he shook his head. He’d heard of it, and had seen others do it, yet he himself had never participated.

Thomas grinned a little bit. “Well, I’ll teach you.”

...

It was Wednesday. He’d dropped Oswald and Ben—who had decided to stay the night—off at school, before heading back home.

On Sunday, Jackie had suggested that he and Ralpho make the cake—and on Tuesday, upon coming home, she had gotten what was needed to make one.

Spring Bonnie had never made a cake before, and when he had asked, it seemed like Ralpho had never done so, either.

Jackie had left the two instructions for it, though—so he had figured that it would go perfectly fine.

Now though, he stared at Ralpho—who was covered in batter and frosting. With what he felt on his face, and how Ralpho was snickering, Spring Bonnie assumed he looked like that, too.

He, frankly, didn’t know how this had happened.

Ralpho leaned against the counter, snickering, while some of the batter and frosting fell onto the counter. “I’m thinking, Springy, that we suck at this-“

Spring Bonnie couldn’t argue with that. Maybe Jackie should have done this? She’d had to have made some cakes before, right?

Ralpho moved closer, attempting to wipe off the batter and frosting from the bunny. He paused when he heard footsteps.

Both Ralpho and Spring Bonnie turned, and were greeted by Thomas, who just sighed, shaking his head. Although he didn’t seem upset or anything.

“Sorry.”

“Maybe I should help.”

...

After cleaning up, dealing with the cake, and then picking up and dropping off his son back at the house, Spring Bonnie found himself at the library.

He didn’t know what he was going to get for his son—there weren’t many places open here to look around. He knew his son like to read, but he couldn’t buy anything from the library.

As he walked through the building, occasionally glancing at the shelves, he spotted Gabrielle, who was looking up at one.

Standing not too far from her, Spring Bonnie noticed a woman—who he could only assume had to be her mother. She was busy, in the middle of talking to someone over the phone.

Spring Bonnie made his way over to Gabrielle. She was trying to reach a book on a higher shelf, but didn’t seem to be able to successfully reach it.

Spring Bonnie, however, was rather tall.

When he reached her, he glanced at the book that she was trying to take. Then, he reached over, carefully grabbing it, before holding it out for her.

“Oh! Spring Bonnie!” She looked up at the bunny, flashing a little smile. “Thank you!” She took the book from the tall bunny.

As he nodded, she looked around, before asking, “What’re you doing here?”

“Just trying to think of what to get Oswald. But I’ve been having trouble.” He needed to get a new pen soon—the ink wasn’t doing all that well.

“You have?”

Spring Bonnie nodded.

She moved closer to the bunny. “Well, I’m sure whatever you get, he’ll like it.” The girl told him. Spring Bonnie’s ears twitched.

“And, even if you don’t get a gift, I’m sure he’ll appreciate you being there.” She added.

...

Rather late on Thursday—around nine to be exact, Spring Bonnie had settled for watching a movie with Oswald—one of the boys favorites.

Although, midway through, Oswald had fallen asleep.

Carefully, Spring Bonnie picked his son up, taking him to his bedroom. He tucked Oswald into bed, giving him a kiss on the forehead, before leaving.

As he turned, closing the door, he was greeted by the sight of Thomas approaching. Spring Bonnie waved at him.

When Thomas started to speak, he kept his voice a little low, not wanting to potentially wake Oswald. “Hey, Spring Bonnie.”

“Do you want to help me wrap a few little things?”

Spring Bonnie nodded, and followed after Thomas.

...

It was Friday. When school had let out later in the day, he didn’t just pick up his son—instead, he also picked up Gabrielle. Ben had accompanied him to the school again.

He knew that the three of them were going to have a sleepover. Whenever those happened, the bunny could tell that they were rather excited.

Although it took some convincing from Oswald over the phone, Jackie had allowed them to go play baseball—although it was clear that she was just a little nervous.

Ben was up to bat first, while Gabrielle was going to be pitching. “Are you ready?” She questioned, messing with the ball in her hand.

Ben nodded.

Spring Bonnie turned, making his way towards the front door of the house—he wanted to get some quick little snacks and some drinks for the three.

“Ow!”

Spring Bonnie stopped right in his tracks, ears twitching. The bunny turned around to look at the four.

The kids were all staring towards Ralpho, who had a hand over his nose—although blood was still trickling down from it. The ball sat at his feet.

...

Oswald, Ben, and Gabrielle were all sitting around the TV—watching something of Oswald’s choosing. Before that, they’d already watched something of Ben’s.

The movie Oswald had chosen was almost over, and Spring Bonnie was curious as to what Gabrielle would end up choosing.

Spring Bonnie arrived at the couch with some more snacks for the three—some chips, and placed the little bowl down in front of them.

...

“Happy Birthday!”

Oswald smiled.

“You’re growing up so fast,” Jackie smiled, pulling the boy into a hug, which he happily returned after a moment.

The cake, among other things, hadn’t been given out yet—although Spring Bonnie hoped that Oswald would like it all. He hoped the cake tasted good.

He knew it had gone better with Thomas’s help—considering that there was a complete cake now, and the three of them weren’t covered in anything.

As he watched Oswald, Jackie, and Thomas, Spring Bonnie heard a noise from behind himself, which caused the bunny to look away.

Spring Bonnie saw Ralpho—he was standing in front Ben and Gabrielle. He was taking off his hat, before holding it in front of the two kids.

“C’mon, reach in.” The orange rabbit smiled.

Ben reached in first, followed by Gabrielle. And when they pulled their hands out, both had a cupcake with white and pink frosting.

“Jackie wanted you guys to have these later- don’t tell her it was me,” Ralpho grinned. Although Jackie was already staring at the orange rabbit.

Ralpho himself reached into the hat, and pulled out another cupcake—which he held out for Gabrielle. Spring Bonnie wondered how the cupcakes were fine.

“Now, go give this to Oz,” Ralpho told the girl as she took the cupcake from him.

Spring Bonnie only looked away from the three when he heard footsteps—and then someone hug him. The bunny smiled at Oswald.

He was glad to be here for the boy’s birthday—these were rather important things. Though, the bunny was just glad to be with his son in general.

The bunny was glad to have come out of the pit—glad to have met Oswald when he did.

Kneeling down, Spring Bonnie carefully returned the hug, tail happily wagging—although it wasn’t all that noticeable, thanks to his outfit.

Spring Bonnie would have written something down, but he didn’t have his notepad and pen with him right now—he accidentally misplaced both last night.

So, the smiling bunny stared down at his son, before making a little heart gesture with his hands, and then pointed at Oswald. I love you, son.

Oswald just smiled. “I love you too, dad.”

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Some more Ralpho :) The ITP: Happy Ending AU was made by @maraariana01

Title: Aftermath

Description: After the rescue from Funtime Freddy, Ralpho thinks, and has to deal with the results from the capture.

Ralpho sighed. He lay across the couch, shifting his position every couple of minutes, unable to find the best way to lay. It hadn’t been feeling all that comfortable recently.

He’d rather lay against Spring Bonnie—he felt much nicer—but the rabbit looked away from the ceiling, and to his side—where Spring Bonnie was vacuuming.

Shifting positions again, with him now on his side, Ralpho glanced towards the TV. Typically, it would have been on—most likely playing a rom-com—but it wasn’t.

The orange rabbit’s ears twitched at the sound of the vacuum cleaner. He’s been different... The twitching ears lowered ever so slightly, as Ralpho let out a sigh.

He’d started noticing things after the rescue from Funtime Freddy. It had all started rather quickly.

It was rather easy to notice the shift in how the bunny acted. Ever since returning, he’d seemed rather... blue. Really, Ralpho had noticed changes with the others, too...

...But his Honey Bun had changed the most.

He just... seemed more sad than anything, really. Distressed. Ralpho hated to see him like this. He wished that there was something he could do to help.

The leaking had been happening quite often, too, ever since the rescue had happened—more so than it ever typically did in other situations.

At times, it almost seemed like Spring Bonnie was... attempting to distract himself. That was at least Ralpho’s main guess from what he could gather.

The bunny’s attempts at doing so seemed to doing chores—mostly vacuuming—and going for walks. Those were always nice. Ralpho had accompanied him on some.

And on those days, the orange rabbit always noticed how it seemed like Spring Bonnie was always looking around for... something? Someone?

He wondered if the search was for Funtime Freddy... and the rabbit had grown worried—further more—ever since the assumption.

He didn’t want Spring Bonnie to end up getting hurt by the bear if he did find him—or worse. Ralpho didn’t want that. Not one bit. And he was sure the others didn’t, either.

Although, ever since Funtime Freddy had ran off, it didn’t seem like anyone had seen any other appearances of the noisy bear.

Aside from the chores and the walks, Ralpho wasn’t sure if his Honey Bun did much else—except for an occasional visit to a “Mrs. Gray”, whoever that was.

Oswald had gone once, too.

He’d just remembered Jackie saying the name once while Spring Bonnie was leaving. The orange rabbit didn’t know anything about her—but he was curious.

Ever since the rescue, Ralpho hadn’t seen Spring Bonnie watch any rom-com’s, either—or much of anything, really.

Getting off of the couch, Ralpho made his way over to Spring Bonnie, who’d finally stopped the vacuum cleaner. He wrapped his arms around the bunny.

He rested his head against Spring Bonnie, and closed his eyes.

...

“Ralpho?”

The rabbit turned at the familiar voice, being greeted by Oswald, and his friend, Gabrielle. Glancing around, he spotted Thomas outside of the building in the car.

He wasn’t surprised to see them here—he knew that both of the kids loved to visit the library—especially when there weren’t many other places to go.

He’d joined Oswald and Spring Bonnie for a trip to the library once before. He himself didn’t get anything, but he’d listened to Oswald talk about the series he liked so much.

The rabbit hadn’t accompanied Gabrielle before, but he’d spoken to her here and there whenever she visited the house, and when he happened to be there.

She seemed to like Greek Mythology—she had a few books about it. He had heard of it here and there, before letting Gabrielle read it out to him.

He’d seen her with other books, too. Although he couldn’t remember any of the names, the orange rabbit had liked the covers, and the descriptions—same with Oswald’s books.

As Thomas drove away, he focused back on the kids. Gabrielle was looking somewhere past the orange rabbit for a moment—towards the back of the library.

Ralpho waved at the kids with his free hand—he didn’t want to let go of the flowers in his other one. “What are you doing here?” Oswald asked.

“I’m just looking around, Oz.” Ralpho stated. He reached over to a nearby shelf, and grabbed the book that he had noticed a minute ago.

“I like those flowers,” Gabrielle commented, smiling. “Who are they for?”

“Spring Bonnie?” Oswald guessed—although he wasn’t looking at the flowers. Instead, he was looking at the book.

“Yeah.” Ralpho smiled softly, glancing back at the flowers for a moment. He was certain that the bunny would like these ones.

As he grabbed another book from the same shelf, Oswald started making his way over to the orange rabbit, with Gabrielle following him.

The boy stared at the first book. “‘Romance f-‘“ He’d started, only to be stopped when Ralpho suddenly turned himself away from the kids.

Similarly, when Gabrielle had glanced at the other, she’d managed to make out the words “Romantic Id”—which she was certain was “Romantic Ideas”—but she didn’t know the rest.

“Hey, no looking!” Ralpho huffed, smiling. He glanced back at the two. “I don’t want you two to reveal anything for what I’m planning to Honey Bun!”

“Promise me you won’t say anything to him? I want it to be a little surprise.” The orange rabbit’s grin grew.

Oswald nodded.

“We promise!” Gabrielle nodded.

...

Ralpho had been hearing voices coming from one of the rooms—he knew it had to be Oswald and Gabrielle. She’d arrived earlier, rather suddenly.

He made his way towards the room, moving past a sleeping Fetch, before stopping at the door. It was opened enough, but the orange rabbit didn’t enter.

Instead, he settled for simply listening.

Oswald sat on his bed, Gabrielle sitting beside him. To the boy’s other side, lay his phone—Ben had been been texting him for a while.

“I...” Oswald sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. “I... I feel like it’s my fault, Gabrielle...” The boy whispered.

Ralpho frowned.

Gabrielle did, too. “Oswald...” She started, moving to hold her friends hand.

“It is,” Oswald opened his eyes back up, and glanced towards Gabrielle. “He’d... it happened because he was trying to protect me! He-... he was protecting me...”

Gabrielle wrapped her arms around him. “I don’t think anyone blames you, Oswald,” She told him. “Not any of your parents. I don’t think Ralpho would, either.”

Oswald, rather quickly, returned the hug. “I just wish that there was something I could do for Spring Bonnie...”

...

“Spring!” He called out, watching as the bunny stopped the rom-com he’d been in the middle of, and look towards him. The bunny tilted his head.

“C’mere!”

With a nod, the bunny began making his way over to where Ralpho stood—and the rabbit could feel his tail beginning to wag out of excitement.

While the orange rabbit had done little bits here and there, he’d never gotten to do it with anyone before. He didn’t consider himself to be all that great at it.

He’d seen a lot of different dances in movies that he and Spring Bonnie had watched—and it seemed much more easier there.

The bunny stopped in front of the orange rabbit.

“Sooo...” Ralpho began, tail still slowly wagging. “Honey Bun, have you ever danced before?”

Spring Bonnie was rather quick to shake his head ‘no’ in response to that.

Ralpho hummed. “I haven’t either, Springy. But,” He reached over, taking the bunny’s hands in his own. “Why don’t we try?”

...

Ralpho sighed as he lay across the floor—close to where Fetch was laying. The rabbit’s ears twitched as he stared up at the ceiling, shifting position just a little bit.

“Hey, Fetch,” The animatronic dog stretched a little, “What do you think would help Springy?” The rabbit sighed.

Fetch yawned, shifting his own little position, too. He knew the dog wouldn’t answer, but he was still nice to talk to.

“I just... wish that there was something that I could do.” He huffed, “But I’ve never been good at anything like this.”

He wasn’t good at comforting in general—but he wasn’t sure what to do to help someone who had two loved ones get captured by an animatronic bear, which caused one to get hurt, especially.

Ralpho took off his hat, fiddling with it. “I could try to talk to him... or write something for him... but,” He sighed, “I don’t know what.” He wasn’t sure if it would do anything, either.

“What do you think, Fetch?”

Fetch was snoring.

Ralpho laid his hat down. He just wished he knew what to do for Spring Bonnie and Oswald.

...

With Jackie having the day off, it was another little family night—Ralpho had participated in a couple, at least whenever he happened to be around.

The first time he’d been around for one, Ralpho remembered them playing board games for most of it—although he couldn’t really remember the names.

He’d discovered that he wasn’t that great at any of them—it was typically Oswald or Jackie that kept winning. Spring Bonnie and Thomas won every so often. Even Fetch.

It seemed like, today, Clue was the main board game that had been chosen. The orange rabbit had never heard of that one before.

He chose not to stick around and watch the group play it, though. Instead, Ralpho made his way towards the backyard.

...

At Oswald’s suggestion, the three of them had decided to watch another movie together—this time, it seemed more of a horror film. Ralpho had seen a few.

He watched and listened, leaning against Spring Bonnie, who had an arm wrapped around him.

Everything on the screen seemed fine—until two things suddenly popped out—monsters, although Ralpho wasn’t sure what they exactly were.

The rabbit had yelped in alarm, and was quick to cling to Spring Bonnie—who was glancing between the orange rabbit and the TV.

“I’m not... I wasn’t scared.” Ralpho claimed, still clinging to Spring Bonnie.

...

He walked around in the backyard for a moment or two, before finally stopping in front of a rather large stone, and sitting down in front of it.

The orange rabbit came out over to it a lot—especially with Spring Bonnie. The family hadn’t been all that sure on what to do first—Ralpho had watched and listened—before they settled on burying him.

So, they settled on the decision to bury his body out in the backyard. Spring Bonnie came out to visit the most. He was sure the more recent orange flowers were his doing.

On the large stone, his name had been written in the middle—and below it, was a little drawing of his face—although Ralpho hadn’t seen who had done that.

His best guess was Oswald—the kid could draw, he’d seen the boy’s drawings every now and then. Or, his other guess was Spring Bonnie.

Ralpho started to wipe at his watery eyes as he looked back towards the house—back towards his Honey Bun and the others. He let out a heavy sigh that he’d been holding in.

Springy, I’m here. I wish you could all see me. Hear me. Ralpho stared down at the ground. I wish there was something I could do.

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It’s Bonnie time :) @maraariana01

Title: Revisit

Description: Abby manages to see her friends again——much to her delight.

Ever since that night, she’d always wanted to return—she wanted to go back and see the animatronics. Her friends. She missed them a lot.

She still remembered what had happened after being brought to the pizzeria by the golden Freddy—but it hadn’t been any of her friends fault—it had been because of the man in The Yellow Rabbit.

Abby remembered asking Mike the question not too long after everything had started calming down—although that hadn’t been the only time.

It was late on a Friday, about a month later, when she’d asked once more. She found Mike in the living room, watching a movie with Vanessa.

Abby had felt excited when Vanessa eventually woke up—and even more so when it seemed like she was going to stay with her and Mike for a little while.

She and Mike had visited her a lot while she was still in the hospital. They had to lie about what happened—or, at least leave out some details.

He’d told her that he doubted the people in the hospital would believe the full story if either of them had tried to say that.

To her excitement, he had finally agreed to it. She could finally go back to the pizzeria—she could finally see them all again.

She’d barely been able to sleep that night.

As Abby hopped out of the car, staring up at the old pizzeria with a grin, she looked behind herself for a moment. Mike was helping Vanessa out—she needed to be careful.

“Everything was falling...” Abby recalled, “It blocked the main entrance.”

“Don’t worry,” Vanessa assured as she and Mike got to her side, “There’s still other ways to get in, Abby.”

...

Abby ran on ahead of Mike and Vanessa once they all successfully found one of the other entrances—soon finding herself in the main area of the pizzeria.

It looked... messy, due to everything from the last visit. Though, aside from that, it still looked just how it originally had when Mike had brought her.

Up on the stage, Bonnie, Freddy, and Chica stood. Foxy stood in Pirate’s Cove. They were all motionless. That is, at least until Abby decided to step forward.

Bonnie’s ears twitched, and from where he remained on the stage, he looked down. “Hi, Bonnie!” Abby waved at him, then to the other three.

As the rabbit’s ears shot up, still twitching, he started to get off of the stage. At the same time, the other animatronics were beginning to move, too.

Mike moved a little closer to Vanessa, but she just smiled, and pat his back.

Soon enough, Abby found herself surrounded by them—with each of them kneeling, rather than standing at their full heights.

Bonnie was in front of her, ears continuing to twitch—his guitar left on the floor of the stage, alongside Freddy’s microphone. Foxy and Freddy were to her left, with Chica on the right.

“I missed you guys a lot!” Abby responded, before moving closer, and hugging the blue rabbit.

Bonnie blinked, staring down at her. He remained like that for a couple of seconds, before returning the hug—wrapping his fuzzy arms around her.

Abby smiled widely—only for it to start growing further when she realized something. Looking around for a moment, she spotted Foxy, Chica, and Freddy joining in.

“We missed you too, Abby.”

...

She sat on the stage with them, with paper and crayons all around. Abby had made sure to not end up forgetting the items for her visit.

The animatronics themselves were having a rather difficult time—specifically with the crayons. Every time they tried, one would just seem to break.

Foxy, however, seemed to be having a bit of an easier time, compared to the other three. He still broke at least one, though.

A quick little tap on her shoulder made Abby turn away from the fox, and towards the rabbit. “Bonnie?”

The rabbit held a piece of paper carefully in his paws—on the middle of it, seemed to be a drawing of a human. And then, there were little animal faces beside the human.

Abby gasped.

“What’d he draw?” Mike asked, moving from his original spot beside Pirate’s Cove, and moving closer towards the stage.

Carefully, Abby took the drawing from the rabbit, and glanced towards her older brother. “Us!” She simply answered.

Turning away from him, and putting her focus back on the rabbit, she hugged him. “Thank you, Bonnie!” The rabbit smiled.

As the two shared another hug, Mike took the drawing, which had fallen into his sister’s lap a few moments ago. He looked it over.

Sure enough, he recognized that the girl in the middle had to be Abby—that the animal heads represented the animatronics themselves—and...

In the very bottom, he noticed two other faces—the one on the left most likely being Vanessa. Did that mean the other one beside it was him, he wondered?

“What’s... What’s with this other bear?” He said after a moment. He recognized who else everyone else was supposed to be—but the other bear that wasn’t Freddy?

“Golden!”

Abby answered her brother, “That’s Golden. He took me to the pizzeria!" She wondered where he was. He’d suddenly disappeared after the taxi ride.

...

Vanessa had joined in on the drawings, too. Sitting next to Abby and Bonnie, while Mike stayed by the stage itself.

As Abby started to draw on a new piece of paper, setting all of the finished ones in her bag, she spotted Bonnie reaching for his guitar from the corner of her eyes.

“Bonnie?”

When she turned to face him fully, it seemed like he had removed something from his guitar—it was a rather small—to the rabbit, at least—piece of paper.

Holding it in his paws, he revealed it to Abby. It was the drawing of the heart that she had given him before she had to leave with her brother.

Shortly after the two had left, the rabbit had wanted to keep the drawing somewhere—he didn’t want to lose it. So, he’d settled for trying to keep it on his guitar. Somewhere close.

“Thank you.”

Abby smiled.

...

While in the middle of trying to think of something else that they could do—like make another fort—Abby heard her brother cry out in alarm.

Quickly turning away from talking with Vanessa, she turned to see him backing away—and in front of him, although a little far, was a familiar bear with a blue eye.

“Hey,” Vanessa waved, and at her voice, the bear turned to the stage.

“Golden!” Abby smiled.

“Abby,” The bear waved.

Carefully getting off of the stage, she made her way over to him, and hugged Golden Freddy. Then, she tugged on his paw.

Golden Freddy stared down at her, then towards the stage, before he began to follow her.

...

The idea to try and build another fort was what they all settled on doing—Vanessa figured that they needed more for it—so she wandered off.

Mike had accompanied her, and so had most of the animatronics—leaving Abby on the stage with Golden Freddy and Bonnie, waiting for the return.

“Sorry...”

At the voice, Abby turned to look at Bonnie—the rabbit’s ears were lowered, and he was staring at the stage’s floor.

“I’m sorry for what happened... what we almost did...”

The golden bear glanced towards the two, before at the floor, too. “I can’t believe that we thought he-“

Abby frowned. “It’s not your fault!” The young girl insisted. She didn’t blame any of them—she still liked the group—she still considered them each of her friends.

“He was messing with you guys...” She continued, “If you had known, I know you wouldn’t have tried to hurt me or Mike.”

She got up from where she had been sitting, facing the two animatronics now. With how close the three had been sitting, that made it easier for her to hug both.

...

After making another successful fort, Golden Freddy and Foxy had to move out of the way Bonnie—or else the falling rabbit would land on them.

Abby smiled. She laid in the fort between her brother and Chica—her cupcake beside her, who Mike tried not to look at.

...

“Abby, it’s time to go.”

Sighing, she nodded, and turned to look at her friends. Noticeably, Bonnie and Freddy’s ears had gone down.

“Just a second, Mike!”

As she approached the five, she reached into her bag.

One by one, she gave each of them a new drawing, followed by a hug. When she reached Bonnie, she gave him two drawings—a new one, and the one that he’d drawn earlier.

“You can keep it, Bonnie.” The rabbit smiled.

When she was done, she made her way over to Mike and Vanessa. The three of them started making their way back to the entrance they’d used earlier.

Before the animatronics were fully out of sight, Abby glanced back, and called out, “We’ll come back again soon, I promise!”

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This is just a short little thing for my own Fazbear Frights AU—although I’m not sure what I’ll be fully calling it, it needs a full name.

@maraariana01

Title: Don’t Worry

Description: After getting swapped, Alec has a lot of time to think things over——what happened, and what may happen.

He silently stared up towards the top of the closed dumpster. Minus all of the little glows coming from the other bears, it was still so dark.

Alec, frankly, wasn’t sure how long he’d been in here for—been in the dumpster, and in the body of the small Freddy Fazbear. It still felt like Hazel’s birthday had happened just yesterday.

The events that happened that day—the words—wouldn’t stop repeating over and over in his mind. He could never remain in his mind for that long, though.

The voices—desperate and scared, just like him—crying out for help... usually brought him to the present. The others in the dumpster with him never stopped.

He heard the words—their words, and his own, but none were coming out. No matter how hard he had been trying, Alec couldn’t get his mouth to successfully work.

Help! Alec heard a clearer voice coming from his left side—the Lonely Freddy there was recently thrown into the dumpster.

Alec had, somehow, managed to make himself fall asleep—and when he awoke, the other little bear—with a missing arm—was there. He could guess that was the reason they were tossed.

The voice that he heard sounded a little older than his own—at least from what he could tell from all of the other voices speaking in the dumpster.

Help me... did I do something wrong? Among the voices, he heard another—this one’s voice sounded young—maybe around Hazel’s age, he assumed.

As the voices continued calling out, Alec stared back up. There were so many in the dumpster. How did it happen for them...? Alec couldn’t help but wonder.

He doubted that, with any of the others alongside him, that they ended up like this in a similar way to him. Alec shook his head—or at least tried to—it didn’t move like he wanted it to.

Anything that he had done before this—he doubted that they’d done. They all probably just wanted to hang out with these things...

It was his best guess, at least—Alec didn’t know any of them personally—just that they all had one thing in common: they weren’t in their actual bodies any longer.

Alec would’ve frowned—if the bear itself was capable of emoting anything else other than a smile. But who would have ever wanted to hang out with these things?

Even before... this, Alec had thought the small bear was just plain creepy—surely others had to have felt that way about them, too, right?

Help! Help me! Alec shut his eyes—or, the bears eyes, at least. Help us! Please! Help! It felt like everything was growing louder than before.

What was that Lonely Freddy doing now? In his body? Before he’d been tossed away, he knew the Lonely Freddy had been sitting around and talking with Hazel.

He hoped that, somehow—hopefully, someone would figure out that it wasn’t him. That something else was in his body—pretending to be him.

But Alec didn’t know when or how that would happen—or how someone would possibly figure out that what was supposedly him was a toy bear—and that the real one was in the bear’s body.

He’d wanted to talk back then—when the swap had first taken place. He’d wanted to get his family’s attention—let them know that who they were talking to wasn’t him.

Now, Alec wondered what would have happened if he had managed to start speaking. Would they have even believed him? “It’s me—the real Alec! Me and that bear swapped bodies!”

Alec opened his—the bear’s—eyes back up. I wouldn’t have even believed that...

He assumed that he’d be considered broken or malfunctioning—and creepy—and be tossed into the dumpster, anyway. Maybe his aunt would’ve believed him.

His aunt... Alec still didn’t have a clue as to what the Lonely Freddy piloting his body could be doing—but, surely—maybe—she could tell that something was up? He hoped.

Alec stared down at the body he’d swapped with. He didn’t know what was going to happen—but he just wished that he could see them again.

He wanted—needed to be able to tell... Alec wouldn’t frowned again. What was going to happen? To him? To all of them in here?

So far—for however long it had been at this point—they’d all remained in the dumpster after being carelessly tossed in for one reason or another.

Did the employees here plan on just keeping them all in here? None of them had been taken out—at least from what Alec could recall—everything was starting to mix together.

The voices of the others were getting far louder again. Alec stared back up. He’d tried once to get the lid of the dumpster open—but had been very quick to fail.

The only times it had been successfully opened and closed was when an employee would drop else in—which didn’t happen all that often. Alec had heard and seen three new ones.

He shut the bear’s eyes.

...

Alec hadn’t fallen asleep like he’d managed to do so before—instead, he had found himself rather deep into his thoughts—enough to the point that he didn’t hear anything around him.

He’d started thinking over potential ideas that he could do—and what that Lonely Freddy could possibly be doing. Why had it done it?

All of these bear’s were swapping with people—and Alec wondered if they were always just... like that. If they felt like doing it because they wanted to...

Or, if someone—Alec didn’t know who—had programmed them... somehow, to do this. But why? And how? He wouldn’t have guessed that something like this was possible.

He was pulled out of his thoughts—being greeted by all of the other voices—when he heard a rather loud noise coming from outside the dumpster.

Alec hadn’t paid too much attention, but from what he had been able to make out, it sounded like something heavy landing on the floor. What’s happening?

He kept staring up—and he noticed how the others had put their attention there, too—at least the ones that he could see from where he was.

Alec kept staring—and he could feel the eyes of the bear widen as he realized what was happening. The dumpster was being open. But something felt... different.

When it fully opened... Alec didn’t see anything—no employee or whoever else had decided to come back here. At least, at first.

A few seconds passed, before he saw a head peer down into the dumpster, hands pressed against the sides. Except, whatever—whoever—didn’t seem human.

It looked like a shadow that was peering down at them all—a shadow with large rabbit ears. W-What?... The cries continued—Alec felt himself join in.

The shadow rabbit kept staring, and as the thing did, Alec noticed something. It had been pure black—no other colors—but now, he was starting to make out other colors and details.

Eyes—the shadow had white eyes now—which were scanning the area. He could make out a mouth, too—the thing’s hands were partially white, too—it kind of looked like if the thing wore fingerless gloves.

As Alec stared back, it was like the thing was becoming more detailed—more physical?—and not just a blurry shadow that you’d see late in the late from the corner of your eyes or something.

The rabbit like thing finally did something other than stare. The rabbit reached forward, hands going into the dumpster—and that was when Alec spotted that the thing had started to float.

When the rabbit had reached in, the body shifted, and Alec could see the rest of the body behind the rabbit—every bit of it floating in the air. He could make out that the rabbit was wearing a bow tie, too.

“Don’t worry...” Alec heard a voice say—was it... coming from the shadow rabbit thing?

Alec would have gasped—the shadow rabbit reached, and carefully picked him up. Being gentle as could be, the shadow rabbit took him out of the dumpster.

He stared up at the rabbit. He felt like crying—but he didn’t think that would do anything—nor would he actually be able to in this body.

The shadow rabbit held him close. He watched as they glanced back at the dumpster, and then towards the door of the room a couple of times—like they were trying to debate on something.

Then, the shadow rabbit’s focus was back on Alec. “You will be okay...”

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[ ITP: Happy Ending AU ]

The Encounter

• Author's note: After about a month of writing (with breaks and A LOT of procrastinating) the fic is finally done!! I believe this is now my longest fanfic so far :] which I'm pretty proud of! Anyway, for those who are new, this fic is for my Into The Pit AU, where basically Spring Bonnie (NOT WILLY AFTON) finally gets to be a dad like he wanted and everyone is alive and happy <3 (things are a bit more complicated than that but shh). But enough talk. Hope you enjoy!

Oswald decides to hang out with his new friend, but things go awry when an uninvited guest shows up to crash the party.

CW: descriptions of blood, dead bodies and implied gore and/or body horror.

Drip...Drip...Drip...

The last droplets of rain made their way onto the cold pavement as the weather finally seemed to settle. The afternoon sky was still cloudy, and the air was still chilly, but the smell of freshly poured autumn rain was very inviting.

Oswald made his way outside, careful not to step into any puddles— which were in abundance.

"I'll be back by five, I promise!" he announced, turning back towards the house.

On the other side of the door stood a lone, yellow bunny. Standing slightly stooped and with lowered ears, Spring Bonnie slowly nodded and waved goodbye to the boy.

He looked worried. Oswald took notice of this and gave the bunny a reassuring smile.

"Nothing ever happens in this town, anyway." he pointed out. "We'll be fine! You worry too much."

Hand on the door, Spring Bonnie watched as the boy ran across the concrete path, once again wary of the many puddles formed on the ground, until he disappeared around the corner.

"You worry too much." Oswald's words echoed through his mind. The boy was only going to meet up with a friend at the library. Why was he so worried?

He stood and thought. Gabrielle. That was her name. Oswald mentioned her before. Apparently, they didn't talk much, but they got along quite well.

He'd like to meet her someday.

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After a bit of rummaging through the old library, the two children each managed to find a book to enjoy. They didn't want to stay inside and read them, though. Gabrielle mentioned that she usually likes to read outside. Oswald, too, admitted that he would prefer the fresh air rather than the musty, stifling smell of the old library. Eventually, they settled on going to the nearby park.

The cold weather didn't show any signs of changing, appropriate for the last remaining weeks of November. The sidewalk was decorated with a diverse color palette of fallen leaves. Unlike the puddles, Oswald sought to purposely step on those as he roamed the streets, only to be mildly disappointed that none of them were audibly crinkling under his feet. They were just wet. Despite that, he kept trying until they finally reached the park.

Oswald looked behind him. Gabrielle held her book open, already engrossed in whatever story she was reading.

"I'll go find a good spot for us to sit and read, okay?" he decided.

Without looking up from the book, she nodded in agreement.

The boy wandered around the park, his new friend following behind him at a slower pace, careful not to trip over something as she continued to read. All the benches were still wet from the rain, so he didn't have much of a choice. He picked one, deeper in the park, and started wiping it with a few napkins he had in his backpack. He took out his phone and checked the time. 2:37 PM. They still had plenty of time until five.

Waiting for his friend to catch up with him, he sat on the bench and placed his book aside. Adjusting his cap, he listened. Listened to the sound of the wind gently brushing against the treetops. The sound of the remaining leaves slowly falling onto the ground. The sound of rustling and... whirring?

A shriek escaped him as a pair of giant, animatronic arms suddenly wrapped around him and swiftly pulled him back. Not the ones he was familiar with, though. They weren't yellow or fuzzy. Realization quickly set in.

It wasn't Spring Bonnie.

Not very far behind, Gabrielle heard the commotion and immediately closed her book and ran towards where the noise was coming from.

"Oswald?!" she called out.

But instead of getting a response from the boy, a completely different voice rang out, accompanied by laughter. Stuttering, glitching, robotic laughter.

"Finally got you, little ocelot!"

Gabrielle froze in her tracks. The sight she was greeted by terrified her.

A tall, white, broken down animatronic bear held tightly onto Oswald with glowing, bright blue eyes and a deranged grin on his face. His right hand seemed to be missing, only wires sticking out from what remained of his arm. He didn't seem to notice her. She could only watch as the boy desperately squirmed around in the bear's grasp, but to no avail. It only served to make the bear laugh even more. He tried to cry out, but, once again, to no avail. The bear had already plastered his hand over the boy's mouth.

"You're not going anywhere! We're going to play a little game!" he proudly announced as he turned away, disappearing behind the numerous trees in the park.

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Gabrielle shook her head and finally got herself to move again. Her eyes darted all over the place erratically, trying to figure out what to do. Soon enough, her gaze landed on something small on the ground.

Oswald's phone.

She immediately made a run for it and, with trembling hands, she picked it up. Opening the contacts list, she desperately began to search. His parents' phone numbers had to be in there somewhere. Thankfully, he didn't have that many contacts. Through shaky button presses, she managed to find the phone number of Oswald's dad. She quickly selected it and waited.

"Please...Please pick up..."

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An eerie silence engulfed the house. Not a single movement could be heard. Spring Bonnie sat on the couch in the living room, lost in thought. He had just finished vacuuming all around the house as a way to distract himself from the feeling of uneasiness that refused to leave his body.

The distraction worked. At least, for a while. But now that he found himself having free time again, the feeling returned, even stronger than before.

"You worry too much." he remembered Oswald's words once more in an attempt to calm himself down. The children were fine, surely.

He reached for the remote. Maybe he could watch some TV to get his mind off of his worries, but his train of thought was soon interrupted. Before he got the chance to turn on the TV, his ears perked up at a distant sound that unexpectedly broke the silence. He recognized the sound. It was a song. An old, country song, accompanied by a quiet buzzing. It came from somewhere down the corridor.

Abandoning the remote, Spring Bonnie stood up and went to investigate, his heavy footsteps echoing through the hallway. The song was coming from one of the rooms, where a phone sat forlornly on one of the nightstands. The phone in question belonged to Oswald's father. His human one, that is.

"He forgot his phone..." he thought.

Leaning towards the device, he glanced at the screen and saw a name displayed. "Oswald". Oswald was calling.

He stood there for a moment, unsure if he should pick up or not. The phone wasn't his, after all, and he wouldn't be able to talk anyway. But he didn't want to just leave it like that either.

He might as well try.

He fumbled a bit while trying to answer, his big robot hands being a little too big for the small phone. But, eventually, he succeeded.

"H...Hello? Is this Oswald's dad?" the shaky voice of a child stammered through the phone's speaker. It wasn't Oswald. He didn't recognize the voice, either.

Spring Bonnie wished he could answer. But even if he could, the voice didn't wait for a response.

"Please, if anyone can hear me I...This is Gabrielle...I..."

The poor child sounded frightened, struggling to find the right words.

"It's Oswald...He was...Something took him away, I-I don't know what to do...Please...I'm at the park right now, they went...I-I know where they went...You need to come here...I'll call the police too...But please, hurry..."

Then she hung up, letting the silence take over once again.

The grip he had on the phone tightened as he felt himself start to tremble. Black liquid began dripping— no, pouring from every socket and joint in his body. The feeling of uneasiness quickly turned into terror. Overwhelmed by emotions, he found himself unable to move. His mind flooded with thoughts. Horrible thoughts. Horrible possibilities.

"Oswald..."

He had to leave immediately.

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Oswald kicked and twisted in the bear's grasp. He was able to free one hand and began to push the robotic arm away. Or, at least, tried to. But, to no one's surprise, it didn't budge a single inch. The bear was far more powerful than him.

"Quite a squirmy one, aren't you?" the animatronic loudly inquired. Oswald flinched at the sound of his earsplitting voice. He wished he had both of his hands free so he could cover his ears.

"If only I was able to put you inside..." the bear continued, giggling to himself. "That would have made things a heck of a lot easier! But, sadly, that seat is already occupied!"

Oswald stopped wriggling and stared up at the bear with wide, dread-filled eyes. What did he mean by that...?

"W-who are you?" he somehow managed to stammer.

The bear turned his head towards the boy with a somewhat surprised expression.

"Well then! Since you were so nice to ask..." his voice glitched halfway through the sentence. "They used to call me Funtime Freddy!"

Oswald certainly didn't feel like he was having a fun time right now... but he dared to ask one more question.

"What are you going to do with me?"

Funtime Freddy chuckled.

"Only what we were created to do."

That response only served to make the boy even more confused.

Why was this happening? What did this animatronic even want with him? Hundreds of questions were swirling around in his mind. He wasn't even paying attention to where he was being taken anymore. He lost track of time and couldn't remember for how long they've been walking. He couldn't focus. He couldn't think. He was panicking.

Click.

The sound of a door handle. Oswald didn't even notice when they arrived in front of an old, abandoned building. Was it a warehouse? It didn't matter. By the time he managed to gather his thoughts again, they were already deep inside the facility.

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Spring Bonnie ran and ran. Ran through bushes and twigs, across puddles and leaves, below branches and trees. He frantically wiped at the dark liquid that was pouring out of his eyes like a waterfall, hindering his vision.

Gabrielle said they went north. That was his only lead. He prayed and begged that that would be enough to find them.

"Please be alright...Please...Please..."

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Carried through the dark, decrepit corridors, Oswald sat helplessly in the clutches of the animatronic bear. He looked around in hopes of finding...something. Anything he might use to help identify where he was. Anything he might recognize. Pointless, as it turned out. He's never seen this place before. The whole building looked like it was falling apart at the seams. There were a few windows, but they were so dusty and dirty that he could barely see anything through them. Just a few trees, brushing their leafless branches against the glass.

"Here we are!" the bear eagerly declared.

The room they entered was bigger than the rest, from what he'd seen. Yet, still just as decaying as all the others. Cobwebs hanging all around them, tangled wires on the floor... A few metal shelves decorated the walls, standing almost as tall as the ceiling. They were mostly empty, save for a few dusty looking machines and toolboxes that sat there, forgotten by time.

Using one of his legs, the bear kicked the door, effectively closing it.

"The acoustics are pretty great in here, huh?" Funtime Freddy said jokingly, listening to the echo of his own distorted voice.

Oswald wanted to say something in response, but before he even had time to attempt to open his mouth, he found himself slammed against the wall.

With Oswald held firmly in his grasp, Funtime Freddy brought the boy to his eye level.

"It's been a while since I got someone as lively as you to play with!" he admitted. "I'm going to enjoy every second of this."

As the bear stared directly into his eyes, Oswald tried his hardest to avoid eye contact. But he couldn't look away. He was stuck like a deer caught in headlights. The boy tried to close his eyes, but even so, he still felt the piercing gaze of the animatronic's glowing, blue eyes. Summoning all his willpower, he somehow managed to tear his eyes away from the bear's face for just a second. Time enough to catch a glimpse of something. He didn't notice it up until then, but there was something reddish trickling down from the bear's abdomen. Was that...?

Oswald didn't want to know.

"Now..." the bear continued. "Shall we—"

Funtime Freddy suddenly went uncharacteristically quiet. His ear twitched as he waited and listened. Oswald listened carefully too. They both just stood there, in complete silence, for a couple of seconds.

"Strange. I could have sworn I heard—"

He didn't even have time to finish that sentence as a tall, dark figure rose up from behind him and, with their arm raised up in the air, aimed and swung directly at the bear's head, successfully and violently knocking him to the side and making him lose the grip he had on the child. The boy dropped to the ground, landing on his rear end.

Funtime Freddy stumbled back as his head spun around a few times from the force of impact, only stopping when his head clicked into position, facing the opposite way from where it was supposed to.

Oswald shook his head and looked around. What just happened?

That question was very soon answered when he looked up, where a familiar looking figure stood right before him, with long ears pointed upwards.

"Springs!" the boy couldn't help but smile and sigh in relief, even if the bunny did not look down at him. He was focused on something else. Or rather, someone else.

Spring Bonnie glared at the bear, who still stood there, twitching and glitching, with his torso forwards and his head backwards. But before long, through a cacophony of whirrs, clatters and clicks, he promptly spun his head back into its original position, staring directly at the uninvited guest. His grin widened.

"How cute..." he teased.

The bunny stared back at him with pitch-black eye sockets and glowing, blue pupils, but instead of displaying his usual grin, his jaw slowly unhinged to reveal multiple rows of razor-sharp fangs. He stepped in front of Oswald, acting as a shield between him and the bear. The dark liquid was still abundantly leaking. Meanwhile, a faint, but distinct sound could be heard. It was emanating from the bunny. Was he...growling? Oswald didn't remember hearing him make that sort of noise before.

"You came to play with us too?"

Funtime Freddy stepped forward, confidently. Spring Bonnie stood his ground. The growling only intensified.

"Let's have fun, then."

Without any warning, the bear charged directly at the yellow bunny. In response, the bunny also launched himself at the bear, somehow unhinging his jaw even further. They both managed to get a hold of each other, pushing and clawing at their respective opponent in hopes of immobilizing them. Spring Bonnie leaned forward and attempted to take a bite out of the bear's face, but was unsuccessful, as Funtime Freddy kept his head at a safe distance from the bunny's snapping mouth.

The scuffle continued and showed no signs of stopping. Oswald could only watch as the events unfolded before his eyes. Two giant robots going at each other's throats. It looked like they both had an equal chance of taking the other one out. The boy couldn't help but think this all looked like some kind of scene from a sci-fi movie. He would think it was kind of cool if he wasn't currently scared out of his mind. He kept his eyes on Spring Bonnie, cheering for him in his head, but unable to actually get a single word out. He watched in awe as the bunny somehow managed to get the upper hand, grasping the bear with all his strength and slowly pushing him back, step by step. That's when Oswald noticed something on the floor.

The wires. The many, tangled wires that slithered along the floor. A few of them even extended from where he was sitting, all the way to the opposite side of the room, going straight through the wall. He got an idea. He wasn't sure if it would work, but he had to at least try. He quickly got up to his feet, grabbed a few of them and, gathering all the strength in his body, he pulled. The wires straightened out, hovering over the ground. Just enough for the bear to step right into them.

Funtime Freddy inevitably lost his balance, causing him to fall on his back, violently clanging against the floor.

Before he even had the chance to process what happened, he felt his whole face being grabbed, yellow fingers making their way right into his eye sockets and keeping him in place. Spring Bonnie snarled as he loomed over the bear, tightening his grip while dark, viscous matter started dripping all over his hand and trickling down onto the bear's faceplates. Funtime Freddy attempted to lift his hand to push him back, but the bunny was quick to lift the bear's head off of the ground, before slamming him right back down against the cold, hard floor with all his might. He did so again, and again, and again, the thunderous sound of heavy metal clashing against concrete filling the room.

The bunny had no intention of stopping, but the bear has had enough. Between crashes, Funtime Freddy extended his arm and managed to grab the bunny by the neck— something that caught him completely off guard as he became way too focused on crushing the bear's head— throwing him to the side.

The two animatronics quickly got back up to their feet at the same time, both shaking and twitching. But there was something different about the bear. For a moment, his grin faded away and got replaced with a frown. His usual demeanor was a little different, too. He seemed mad.

A deafening screech emerged from the bear and reverberated through the room as his faceplates sprung wide open, revealing his rusty endoskeleton. When he closed them back up, one by one, his face was back to his regular, deranged expression. With his broken down arm swinging, he launched himself at the yellow bunny once more and aimed to strike him. Spring Bonnie was able to stop Freddy's attack with his own hand, grabbing onto the bear's handless arm before it could reach his face.

But that's when the bear stopped. His grin widened even more and he just stared him in the eyes.

Something wasn't right.

Click.

Spring Bonnie felt some kind of metallic object emerge from the bear's broken arm, poking him directly in the palm. He barely had a split second to think before sparks began to fly.

Oswald covered his ears at the sound of Spring Bonnie's earsplitting screech. A screech unlike anything he had ever heard before. He couldn't describe it. He's never heard Spring Bonnie make that sort of sound before, either.

The yellow bunny was writhing and shaking uncontrollably as electricity flowed through his entire body. By the time it stopped, he was unable to do anything. He could barely move. Weakened, he stumbled back and fell to his knees. To end things off, the bear kicked him down and watched as he twitched helplessly on the floor. Despite his pain, he only had one thing on his mind. "Oswald..." He had to get back up. He had to protect his son. He had to...

After glaring at the bunny for a few more moments, Funtime Freddy giggled and turned away, towards the boy.

Or, at least, where the boy was supposed to be. The grin on the bear's face started to disappear ever so slightly.

Where was he?

He stopped and scanned the room from top to bottom. Oswald was nowhere to be seen. He did notice, however, the entrance to the room. The door was wide open.

Funtime Freddy wasted no time and immediately went for the door, leaving behind the twitching bunny.

With shaky hands, Spring Bonnie struggled to roll over and tried to get up, just in time to watch the bear leave the room and slam the door behind him.

Clumsily getting up and trying his best to remain stable on his jittery feet, he rushed to the door and desperately rattled the handle.

It was locked. Either that or something was blocking it from the other side.

Panicking, he kept pushing and pulling at the door. He banged his fists on it, he kicked it, he slammed his whole body into it, but it did nothing.

The bunny turned around and frantically searched the room. There had to be another way out. And as his eyes darted around, he finally set his sight on a possible exit.

The window.

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Oswald sprinted as fast as his legs could carry him.

"Exit...Exit...Where's the exit?!"

As he dashed through the dilapidated maze of hallways and corridors, he felt like every turn he took was useless. Everything looked the same. He could have sworn it wasn't like that before. Did the building somehow grow bigger? It didn't look that big from the outside. As her ran, he found numerous doors, but none leading to the outside. Some were locked. Some opened, only to reveal even more forgotten rooms with no escape.

Being faced with dead end after dead end, Oswald eventually stopped in the middle of the hallway he was currently traversing. He felt his vision start to blur as a feeling of dread began to creep its way throughout his body. He couldn't find the exit. He didn't even know where he was anymore. The building felt so massive, yet he felt so claustrophobic in these narrow, endless corridors.

But he didn't have time to ponder. A sudden noise made him snap out of his trance.

A voice. A distant, stuttering voice, calling his name. He knew this voice all too well by now. The voice grew nearer, now accompanied by heavy, metallic footsteps, rapidly approaching.

Oswald spun around, searching for a place to hide.

A small table stood behind him with its damp, moth-eaten tablecloth still mostly intact on top of it. Next to it, a single chair stood collecting dust, untouched for decades. Probably a small resting area for the people who used to work in this place, he guessed.

No time to waste.

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Funtime Freddy turned the corner and glared down the hallway. Still no child in sight.

"Up for a game of hide and seek?" his voice box glitched again. "Oh, how fun!"

The white bear slowed down his pace, now scanning the corridor. His head whirred and clicked loudly as it turned around persistently.

"I have to warn you, though!" he continued in a strangely playful tone. "Whenever I'm seeker, I always win!"

Oswald sat trembling under the table, holding his breath when he heard the animatronic's footsteps approaching. He held both of his hands pressed against his mouth, trying to stop himself from making any noise. He barely managed to stifle a scream when he felt something crawling across his face. The underside of the table was filled with cobwebs, as expected. So spiders had to be present too, much to Oswald's despair. He shut his eyes tightly as he waited for the footsteps to fade down the corridor. He felt the floor beneath him vibrate as the animatronic passed by the table. If he opened his eyes, he would have definitely seen him stomping by through the holes in the tablecloth. He started to feel lightheaded, he lost track of how long he's been doing this. Just a little longer...

...

He couldn't hear any footsteps anymore.

Oswald finally let himself breathe again. He took a deep breath, but instead of air, it felt like only dust and spiderweb made their way down his throat. He tried his best not to cough too loudly.

But it seemed like his efforts were in vain.

Mere moments after that, mechanical whirrs rang out nearby and, shortly after, the table got lifted into the air. Not only that, but it was also effortlessly flipped over, revealing the one responsible for it.

"Found you!"

Funtime Freddy towered over the boy, grinning as ominously as ever.

Oswald stumbled to get back on his feet, just in time to avoid the metallic arm that plunged after him. He slithered his way right between the bear's legs and bolted through the hall in whatever direction he saw first. There was no time to think. And it's not like he knew where he was going, anyway. He just needed to get as far away from the bear as possible.

"Slippery little brat." the bear sounded slightly annoyed, but it didn't seem to bother him too much, as he was still grinning widely. "You'd rather play catch instead? Fine by me!"

Oswald heard the animatronic stomping behind him at an alarmingly fast pace. He didn't think that he was able to run this fast, especially after the tussle with the bunny.

As he felt the bear catching up with him, he spotted another door. It was already half open. He couldn't remember if it was him who opened it earlier in search of the exit or if it was always like that. It didn't matter. He got in and immediately searched the door for a way to lock it. It had a latch, thankfully, albeit a pretty flimsy one, but it was better than nothing. He reached for it and promptly locked the door.

The boy backed away slowly. He knew the latch wouldn't hold out for a long time, so he had to think of what to do next and fast. When he took one more step behind, he bumped into something. He couldn't help but shriek when he felt himself being grabbed by the shoulder. He spun around and yanked himself from the grasp of whatever just touched him.

But the fear soon vanished once he spotted who was actually behind him.

A familiar yellow bunny in a brown trench coat stood there, kneeled down, with his hands held out in front of him as if to gesture that he didn't mean to frighten the boy. He looked down at the child with lowered ears and unblinking eyes, yet there seemed to be a certain gentleness behind that gaze. Oswald never thought he'd feel so happy to see another animatronic in his life. Without a second thought, he wrapped his arms around the bunny and held him tight, burying his face in his coat. Not long after, he felt the arms of the animatronic slowly wrap around him, returning the hug.

Bang.

It seemed like the moment of tenderness had to wait until later.

Funtime Freddy began to bang on the door, each knock rattling the latch and loosening it. It looked like it was about to fall off.

Spring Bonnie rushed to the door in an attempt to keep it shut with his own body, but right as he got to it, one final knock sent the latch flying across the room. A white, handless arm slithered its way into the room. He recognized the limb. The exact same one that shocked him not too long ago.

The yellow bunny held the door against the flailing arm, not letting the rest of the bear get in. He tried to shut the door, but he knew that it would be impossible with the arm in the way. He slammed his whole body into the door, hoping it would do something.

Crack.

"...?"

The noise was coming from the metal arm.

He slammed himself into the door again.

Crack.

This was it.

Spring Bonnie continued to slam against the door, each hit causing the arm to make more cracking noises. He kept doing it until...

Clang.

The entire arm detached from the bear, crashing onto the floor and rolling away. He was finally able to shut the door all the way.

The disembodied arm rolled towards Oswald, who stepped away from it. He saw what that arm could do. He wasn't going to get anywhere near it.

As he stepped back he felt something on the floor. It made a small splashing sound. He looked behind him.

At the back of the room, there was a rather large puddle of water. Most likely rainwater that seeped its way through the decrepit ceiling over the years. It was quite deep.

He glanced down at it, then back at the arm standing in front of him. Then he looked back up at Spring Bonnie, who stood with his back against the door, trying his hardest to keep it shut as the bear continued to bang on it from the outside. The missing arm didn't seem to stop him.

The bunny also noticed the arm, as well as the puddle behind Oswald.

The gears were turning in their minds— perhaps quite literally in Spring Bonnie's case— as they both seemed to envision the exact same plan.

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Funtime Freddy was starting to lose his patience and began slamming into the door with all his force.

To his surprise, it finally opened, revealing the boy standing alone in the middle of the room.

Using his leg, he shut the door behind him, maintaining eye contact with his target the whole time.

"Nowhere to run now, little ocelot!"

Oswald stared back at the bear with wide eyes, but he didn't move from his spot. He felt his heartbeat start to accelerate again.

The bear launched himself at the boy— hand extended and ready to grab— but the boy was quick to sidestep out of the way. Before he even had time to make his next move, the bear felt himself being pushed from behind by a force as equal as his, causing him to fall face-first into the puddle of water. For a split second, he noticed something else standing in the water right beside him: his own detached arm. In the next split second, it was already too late.

Spring Bonnie and Oswald watched as Funtime Freddy started twitching and writhing in the electrified water while sparks began to fly once again. To their dismay, the bear attempted to get back up, despite his pain.

The bunny quickly picked Oswald up and got out of the room, keeping the door shut. They could still hear the agonized screech of the animatronic bear behind the door, but only for a few more moments, followed by the sound of something powering down and crashing against the floor.

Spring Bonnie carefully placed his son down as far away from the room as possible. Then he slowly opened the door and peeked inside.

The bear was collapsed on the ground near the door, showing no more signs of movement.

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An uncomfortable silence took over the entire building.

They both stared down at the motionless animatronic, still processing everything that happened.

"Is it over..?"

Spring Bonnie turned around to look at his son. He wasn't sure how to answer. He had a feeling this was far from over. They might have been able to decommission the bear, if only for a while, but surely that wasn't the end of it.

"Can't we...I don't know..." the boy continued. "Turn him off somehow? For good?"

He hoped that an animatronic would have more knowledge about this than him. There had to be a way to deactivate Funtime Freddy permanently, right?

From the look of the bunny, he wasn't quite sure himself. But they might as well try.

Spring Bonnie dragged the unmoving body of the bear out of the room and propped him up against the wall.

The two pairs of eyes scanned over the robot from top to bottom, wondering what to do. As they searched, Spring Bonnie's eyes landed on something that stuck out.

The bear's abdomen. It looked like it was some sort of door. He didn't notice it before since it was closed tight. But now it was ever so slightly open. It looked stuck, but it was sticking outward just a little bit. It must have come loose after all that happened.

Spring Bonnie kneeled down in front of the bear and grabbed the metallic door, attempting to open it. He struggled a bit but, at last, it swung open.

A foul, putrid odor quickly overtook the damp smell of the room and the silence was finally broken by Oswald's horrified scream.

Spring Bonnie also froze at the sight of what he just found.

A young girl sat crammed inside the bear's chest cavity, motionless. But she looked...wrong.

Her clothes were covered from head to toe in what they could only assume was dried blood. The same could also be said about the inside of the cavity. The walls were smeared with a similar color.

Her body was contorted in ways that shouldn't be possible, her skin rotting and decaying.

But most of all, her head...Her head wasn't where it was supposed to be...

Oswald turned away and gagged.

How long has she been in there...?

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Red and blue lights danced between the branches of the trees.

The yellow bunny and the boy waited patiently outside the building. Many voices were coming from inside, but they couldn't make out what they were saying. They guessed it was probably about the dead body they found. Or about the freaky animatronic bear that housed the corpse.

Oswald was crouched next to Spring Bonnie, using a stick to draw in the mud. He wasn't drawing anything specific, he was just mindlessly dragging the twig through the mud and making lines, most likely attempting to distract himself from thinking about what just happened. Still, the bunny watched him intently and curiously, tilting his head to the side.

"Oswald!"

The bunny's ears twitched. The voice of a woman called out from the distance. Oswald looked up, instantly recognizing it.

Two figures were fast approaching. A woman with blonde hair, followed by a scruffy looking man.

"Mom! Dad!"

Oswald eagerly sprinted towards the two and greeted them with a hug. The woman kneeled down and quickly wrapped her arms around the boy, refusing to let go for the next couple of minutes. The man joined in from behind.

"We heard what happened, I..." she attempted to speak but began to stammer.

"We came as fast as we could." the man continued in her stead.

"Thank God you're okay..." she managed to get her voice to work again, squeezing the boy tighter. She sounded like she was holding back tears.

"Thank him." Oswald whispered.

The woman finally let go to look at where the boy was pointing.

Unsurprisingly, the tall, yellow bunny was not far behind him. He slowly waved at them.

"He protected me."

The woman glanced at her husband, who shrugged and smiled at her, then looked back at the bunny. She also gave him a gentle smile.

"Thank you."

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Yellow police tape surrounded the area.

Even hours later, people in uniforms were still inside the building, gathered around the white animatronic that was sitting slumped against the wall. The inside of his storage tank was now empty.

"So what the hell even is that thing?" one of the men dared to ask, glaring at the bear.

"Hell if I know." another one answered.

Neither of them knew what he was or where he came from. But it didn't matter, they thought. What mattered was what they found inside of him.

"We've identified the victim, sir." a woman in uniform stepped in and joined the conversation. She carried a few documents in her hand. "Millicent Fitzsimmons, 14 years old. She went missing almost a year ago."

She held out a picture of a young girl with dyed, black hair. Her brown roots were beginning to show. She was wearing a purple hoodie with black sleeves.

"Poor thing. So young, too..."

While they were examining the picture, a small noise was heard nearby. The woman looked around, trying to identify where it came from. Her eyes widened.

"Did it...always look like that?"

The two men looked to where she was pointing.

The bear's eyes stared directly at them.

[cyber-streak-extra]

Hehe :) @maraariana01 It’s Bonnie time :)

{Series: Lost and Found}

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{Title: It’s Been So Long}

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{Fic Description: The bunny had been wandering for so long. He wandered. Until he found the house—the family.

Grieving. As the couple continued to grieve, they found an animatronic—they found the rabbit.

The young one remained unaware-unaware of the truth. They discovered the rabbit.}

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{Chapter: Prologue}

{Chapter Description: Bonnie wanders—the rabbit’s been doing that for a long time. But, thing’s change.}

The rabbit took a slow step forward on the pavement, carefully trying to avoid any of the cracks that happened to be laid out in front of him.

Ears twitching, Bonnie looked around. Recently, there didn’t seem to be much happening around here—nobody seemed to be out.

Although it was always rather late when the rabbit chose to wander, it never really stopped anyone, he’d noticed somewhat quickly.

There were almost always at least a few people also wandering—either by using a vehicle, or simply walking. He thought he saw more walking, rather than driving.

It usually never bothered the rabbit—but, he never wanted to deal with them. He never found himself in the mood to do so.

So, that was why, quite frequently, he found himself hiding. ...Or, well, at least trying to do so. Being a tall animatronic rabbit, who was typically loud, he knew it would be hard.

Compared to whatever happened in the night—if someone happened to be wandering, he was far more prepared for when it came to the mornings.

The night’s... it was always rather quick, and he found himself panicking. He never had too much time to think of a spot, with how fast someone was approaching.

Bonnie glanced down next to himself, still trying to avoid any of the noticeable cracks. I can’t believe they didn’t notice a robot on the ground.

Coming to a sudden stop, as the rabbit placed a fuzzy paw on his face, a noise escaped him that caused the rabbit to flinch.

Bonnie could always hear a lot of noises coming from him—although, this was one occurred more often. It was like... a raspy groan, he supposed.

The rabbit began to mess with the strap of his guitar. He never liked many of the noises—especially not the noises coming from within him—whatever was in there.

He usually found himself trying to ignore the noises. Sometimes, he was successful—but not very often, unfortunately.

It was worse—the noises, when it was rather quiet. Because then, there wasn’t much else that he could listen to—and he’d rather it be anything else.

He continued messing with the guitar’s strap, ears still slowly twitching. Could I turn my ears off? The rabbit tilted his head.

Is that possible? He tilted his head to the other side, slowly blinking. In the process, he heard a sort of whirring noise, followed by a click.

The raspy noise from earlier escaped him once again. Thinking back on it, from the time he was still at Freddy’s, he knew there were people who worked on them all.

Bonnie narrowed his eyes. What were they called? They had a name, right? He let go of the guitar’s strap, arms dropping to his side. Tech...nician? Mechanic?

Did they have a tag? He tried to lean back against a tree or a wall—only to realize far too late that he hadn’t been behind anything.

The rabbit found himself stumbling backwards—trying his best to not finally fall over, and undoubtedly cause a loud noise. Was anyone around to hear?

When he started going backwards, the rabbit took notice that he was accidentally stepping on some of the pavement’s cracks. He would’ve frowned.

Bonnie outstretched an arm to the left, and wrapped it around a nearby tree, finally coming to a stop. He heard a noise from himself—it sounded more like a sigh this time.

Looking around, he realized that he was no longer standing on the pavement from earlier—instead, he was standing in some freshly cut grass.

It felt weird under the rabbit’s feet, and he found himself awkwardly shifting around, while leaning against the old tree.

Glancing behind himself, he spotted a few small houses. There was no light coming from inside of any of them. Did anyone hear that?

For a few more seconds, he remained staring at the houses, but nothing seemed to happen—nothing seemed to change.

The rabbit turned back around, slowly making his way back onto the pavement, as he stared up at the night sky.

Among many of the stars up there, he could spot the moon—but the old rabbit noticed that it didn’t seem to be completely there.

It never looked as nice back at the pizzeria. Bonnie tilted his head, still staring up at it. He remembered staring out the building’s windows.

He remembered staring out of one a lot—especially when there didn’t happen to be a guard. Staring out the window, or messing with his guitar, or doing anything with the others.

Anything that would cure their collective boredom, at least. Even if it was just for a little bit. He wasn’t sure that they had ever found one—a cure.

Bonnie tore his eyes away from the moon, and looked down—seeing that he was back on the pavement, before straight ahead.

I’ll figure all of that out later. The animatronic gave a little shrug. Slowly, he began walking again—he was less careful, not noticing any further cracks.

It was still pretty dark out, the stars and the moon were out, Bonnie knew that. What he didn’t know yet was the time. Is it going to happen soon?

The rabbit needed to get somewhere before... well, before whatever the time was that it typically happened... happened. Maybe it’ll still be a few hours?

_____

The rabbit sat crisscross on the stage, staring down at some drawings that he’d taken off of the wall. I’ll put them back later.

His ears twitched at a repeating noise, and Bonnie wanted to frown. He looked away from the drawings, and stared towards one of the walls.

There, right in the middle, was a black circular clock. It always made a noise—ticking?—when the time went by... which was... practically always, Bonnie knew.

Although, he could never understand what it said, and he had never cared that much, either—not enough to try and figure it out.

The ticking was annoying—yet it still helped the rabbit figure out something about the people who typically stayed in the office. What were they called again?

Even if he couldn’t understand it, he knew that once all of the clocks were a certain way, then the person inside of the office would leave.

...As long as they weren’t caught, at least. The previous person hadn’t been able to leave, Bonnie certainly knew that. Golden Freddy had gotten them.

From beside him, the rabbit heard a rather excited giggle. Turning, he realized that it had belonged to Chica, who was staring at the hallway.

Tilting his head to the side, the rabbit followed her gaze. There, he was quick to notice what had gotten her so excited—and the rabbit’s grin grew.

The curtains of Pirate’s Cove were open, and Foxy was no longer inside of it—instead, he was standing right where the hallway began. Ooh...

Are they gonna be fast, too? He found himself wondering about the guard. Typically, the answer was... ‘No, not really.’

Foxy, grinning, glanced back towards the stage for a single moment, before he took off running down the hallway.

Bonnie waited, alongside Chica. He didn’t remember where Freddy had gone, but it didn’t matter much—the bear was returning now.

He only seemed to realize what was going on when Chica, more excited than Bonnie, poked at the bear, and then pointed at the Cove and hallway.

The bear chuckled, and waited, alongside the blue bunny and the chicken. Bonnie’s ears started to twitch again.

A moment later, a scream erupted—or, rather, two. One sounded more mechanical—Foxy, no doubt. The second was far more human.

Bonnie’s ears shot up at the sounds, before quickly lowering. He thought about trying to cover them—but the rabbit doubted that would do much.

A few more seconds went by, and it was silent again—no more screams, at least. The three of them could hear footsteps coming from the hallway.

Foxy was quick to come into view for the three, coming out of that hallway. He stopped by his Cove for a moment, adjusting the hold he had on the man.

Suit time. Bonnie thought, watching the fox. He’d started moving again, carrying the man over his shoulder, rather than dragging him.

He looked around for a moment, and caught Freddy’s gaze. Freddy pointed at the fox, and then the room off to the side—the one that had the suits.

Bonnie never went in there very much. He thought it was weird to see other parts of himself and the others. Once, he thought he saw something move.

But, he couldn’t just not listen to the animatronic bear. Got it. Bonnie nodded, hopping off of the stage to go assist Foxy with the man.

_____

Bonnie couldn’t help but suddenly pause, staring at the animal that wasn’t too far from where he was standing. Did it see him, too?

The little gray animal kind of looked like him... except that it wasn’t an animatronic or anything. What’s it doing?

There had been a lot of drawings back at the pizzeria, all taped to the walls. He thought it was fun to inspect them—especially when feeling really bored.

There were drawings that he couldn’t exactly make out—that none of them could. Like many of the... Foxy drawings? Were they his?

But among the many other drawings, Bonnie could remember a few strange ones—he looked different in them. He never seemed like an animatronic.

He kept his gaze on the little animal. Is that what they were trying to make me look like? Bonnie tilted his head. It’s cute!

As Bonnie finally chose to take another step forward, the noise caused the little animal to look around, before running off. Aw...

Is everything busy? Or sleepy? The rabbit animatronic wondered. Besides what he’d just seen, he couldn’t recall seeing or hearing much else.

Although, he guessed that was more of a good thing. It meant that he didn’t have to deal with being seen—or having to deal with whatever spotted him. He wasn’t in the mood.

Bonnie kept going. He looked to his sides, but aside from the one moments ago, there wasn’t anything else. Are many of those usually around here?

Messing with his guitar’s strap, the animatronic felt his mind drift. What are the others up to? Are they just doing the same thing? His ears twitched.

They’d all been at the pizzeria for a long time—Bonnie knew that, but not exactly how long. He just remembered waking up on the stage.

I did things before that... Bonnie continued messing with the strap, his grip on it tightening. I did... but what? I did.

Back when he was still there, he’d done a lot of performing with the others. It was usually just the three, though. Foxy was out of order. Nobody knew of the other bear.

He could remember being nervous the first few times he had to perform. Partially because he never had—and the rabbit was worried about messing up.

Though, he was glad that the last part had never happened—unless there was a malfunction. He was programmed for it—he wouldn’t mess it up.

What would they be wanting to do? Bonnie stopped fiddling with his guitar’s strap, but he didn’t let go of it. Hm...

He remembered Chica—no, it hadn’t been her. It had—but that hadn’t been the name. Susie. The rabbit remembered now.

Although the rabbit didn’t know why, she’d started calling herself Susie. Bonnie liked that name. He thought it fit rather well.

She wasn’t the only one. Another Freddy that not many knew about—although Bonnie knew he heard a nightguard talk about a “Yellow bear” once.

Cassidy. The bear had used that name, and Bonnie had liked that one, too. Both were really nice.

He remembered asking Cassidy about it once. Had I ever said anything to Susie? He had been wondering about it for a while—and Cassidy was always hard to find.

Cassidy’s answer, Bonnie remembered, was that it “felt familiar.” He wondered how—and the bear had felt the same. Cassidy didn’t know.

Was it the same for Susie, then? The rabbit wondered. Why did the names seem familiar to them both?

The rabbit’s ears twitched. He remembered speaking with Susie once—shortly after they’d both managed to get the nightguard. He hadn’t lasted the first night.

During their conversation—that Freddy had eventually joined, while also helping put the man in the suit, Susie had mentioned something about a dog.

They all had favorite animals. Or, at least he thought they did—Freddy had mentioned something about cats once. There’s so many.

Though, Susie, she mentioned dogs quite enough. Weren’t there a few dogs once? He wondered. If there had been, she’d probably been rather excited.

Maybe she’s out, and trying to get herself one? The rabbit silently giggled. I wonder how well that would go.

_____

Bonnie found himself staring out one of the windows close to the entrance. Every now and then, a car would zip by, but that was about it.

The man was here—a new one, after they’d all dealt with the previous one. When he’d passed by the stage, he had avoided looking at them all.

Bonnie knew that there was a worker here, but he just... didn’t feel like dealing with him. Not really.

The others hadn’t moved yet. Susie and Freddy were still in their usual positions, and Foxy was still inside his Cove. It wasn’t very big, Bonnie noticed.

He didn’t have a clue as to where Cassidy could be. The bear just... suddenly appeared out of nowhere every single time.

The blue rabbit kept staring out the window. They all seemed a little messy, but still clear enough for him to see through it.

Another car zipped by. Then another. And another. Why are so many people out around this time?

“Bonnie.”

His ears twitched, and as they did so, he tried to ignore the noise coming from them. The blue rabbit kept staring out the window.

“Bonnie.” The voice repeated.

The rabbit’s gaze drifted away from the window, and down at the ground—at his feet. He reached for his guitar, only to realize that it was back on stage.

He could hear the name being called—the rabbit could hear Cassidy calling for him, he knew her voice. But...

Why did something about it feel... off?

As he finally started to turn around, he simultaneously shook his head. I’m sure it’s fine. Maybe... maybe I’m thinking too hard? Maybe it’s nothing...

_____

Bonnie came to a stop, nearly tripping and falling over a few rocks that he had failed to notice, but managed to stay standing.

While there were several houses in front of him, the blue rabbit was far more focused on the main one—which was a bit larger, too.

There was a blue truck and a dusty orange minivan in the driveway. Just by looking at the place, he could tell that it was more than just one story.

The outside of the house was a rather light brown, while the windows and doors—at least the ones he could see, were white.

Pool! The rabbit heard his thought‘s proclaim. Bonnie began to look around further. What?

He spotted a dark brown gate to the right, and the animatronic began moving closer. He peered over it, and to what it led to.

There, while it seemed like a typical backyard, the rabbit could easily spot a rather large inground pool. Although, it was covered.

Huh. The blue rabbit blinked, tilting his head. ...Am I really good at guessing? Never thought I was.

As he started to back away from the gate, he looked back up at the sky. It’s starting to get brighter...

Usually, the rabbit felt upset or nervous when it started getting like this. But, not this time. Not today. It was different than the other times.

He’d gotten to where he wanted to be—the rabbit was finished. He’d been wandering for a while, trying to find... well, a place, and he had.

But why? The rabbit’s thoughts continued as he looked away from the sky. Slowly, he made his way over to the home’s front door.

He stepped onto the fuzzy mat, and stared at the door. How am I going to get in?

The blue rabbit looked around for a second, gaze drifting towards one of the windows, before back at the door. Key?

Or... Bonnie reached forward, grabbing the knob with a fuzzy paw, and turned it. I don’t think...

Much to the rabbit’s surprise, when he turned it, the door opened without a single problem. Huh. The animatronic shrugged.

He stood there for a second, before peering inside. It was rather dark inside—none of the lights were on, and nobody seemed to be around. Sleeping?

Knowing that he could be loud, as Bonnie stepped inside of the quiet and dark home, he tried to be far more quiet than he had ever been.

The blue rabbit turned around after a second, choosing to close it back. He didn’t know how to lock it—if he could.

Slowly and quietly, or, well, attempting to do it like that, the animatronic began taking a closer look around.

_____

The boy stood in front of the game. After having gotten a prize, he wanted to play something—before getting more of of the cheesy pizza.

Although, just as he placed the plushie down beside him, and was about to start playing, the boy heard a noise. He looked towards it.

There, a yellow rabbit was standing not too far from him. When did they get here?

“Hey, kid.” The yellow rabbit—Spring Bonnie, spoke up first. His tone was gentle, and there was a hint of excitement.

“Yes?” The boy tilted his head.

“I’ve got a big surprise for you!” Spring Bonnie answered, chuckling. They moved a little closer to the boy, still grinning.

A surprise? He liked those—those were always exciting, weren’t they? At least if they happened to be a good one, at least. Not one filled with bad news.

A bad one was if he was told something horrible about one of his parents—like if they were in the hospital. A better one, he thought, was a surprise birthday party.

Spring Bonnie continued. “Let’s just say that it might involve some cake—some special treats—and a certain blue bunny!”

A second later, the yellow rabbit gasped. “Oops!” He placed a fuzzy paw over their mouth. “I think I just ruined the surprise... didn’t I?”

The boy frowned. He quickly moved away from the game, and closer to Spring Bonnie, who seemed a little upset over the reveal.

He reached forward, grabbing hold of Spring Bonnie’s other paw—the one that wasn’t still placed over his grinning mouth.

“No, no!” The boy began, trying to reassure them. He shook his head in the process. “It’s alright, Spring Bonnie.”

The boy gently tugged on the yellow paw. “Come on, let’s go!”

Spring Bonnie chuckled, then nodded, and removed his paw from his face. “Alright!”

The boy found himself being led by Spring Bonnie, holding their hand. “I know you’re going to absolutely love it all!” They commented.

He nodded, smiling excitedly. I think so, too.

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@maraariana01

{Series: Lost And Found}

{Title: It’s Been So Long}

{Chapter: 1}

{Chapter Description: No longer wandering, the rabbit has more time to sit around and think——and listen.}

The bunny had never liked it once he’d discovered it—the weird event that occurred whenever it struck a certain time—one that he still didn’t know.

It had always surprised him the first few times—surprise, mixed with confusion. Though, the first part had eventually turned into annoyance.

Did they ever figure it out? It had happened at rather... inconvenient times, every now and then. He’d been at the door multiple times, with the worker not noticing him.

Maybe I should have asked them about the time. Sometimes, it hadn’t just been him—sometimes, he’d be at one of the doors, and one of his friends—Susie, usually, at the other.

From what he could remember, there’s only been two instances where a ‘tag-team’ had actually worked on any of the night-guards.

The first time, it had been him and Susie—the chicken had suggested the idea, the rabbit was certain. The man was put in a suit rather quickly that night.

The second time, however...

The rabbit would have tilted his head. It... who all was it? It had happened on the fourth—and last—of the man’s job. Everyone, usually, had five.

He was always talking. Bonnie noted. The man hadn’t been talking to the rabbit or his friends, Bonnie knew that. It was never to himself, either.

When he’d eventually gotten into the office, the rabbit recalled nearly tripping over something—a phone, maybe? He’d just assumed that it had fallen off the desk during the attack.

Who was he talking to? The rabbit wondered.

Bonnie stared straight ahead. I think... was it all of us? It had to have been, right? Maybe. He couldn’t really go and ask one of his friends about it.

Whenever it happened, it never hurt—Bonnie was pretty relieved about that, but it still felt... weird every now and then. Or... did it hurt one of them? They never said anything...

He hoped that it hadn’t, but the rabbit still didn’t have a way of actually knowing. Back at the pizzeria, it had never crossed his mind to ask about it.

The rabbit found that, whenever it did occur, he simply couldn’t move—couldn’t do anything—except for listening and watching.

He remembered seeing Foxy leave his Cove one night, running through the hallway—but he’d tripped over something the man had left, and then the night-guard’s lucky time happened.

The rabbit would’ve shrugged. I noticed it earlier, not my fault Foxy didn’t. The animatronic hadn’t been able to hold in his giggles.

He would have gone to help the fox up—and help with the night-guard, but the time had been on the man’s side that night.

Although Bonnie knew how it typically was, there was another way... one that the rabbit didn’t like—that he hated.

The time would come around, but instead of still being able to hear and look, there was always... nothing. Nothing at all. He didn’t know what happened between that, and waking up.

Is that supposed to happen? The blue rabbit wondered. Maybe I could try to stop it, like stopping my ears?

Though, the rabbit had a feeling that all of that was easier said than done. It all sounded nice—but he didn’t know how to stop that, or shut off his ears, or...

I’ll just figure it all out later. He hoped, at least.

_____

The blue rabbit slowly wandered through the home, flinching when, upon stepping forward, a creaking noise from below could be heard.

He paused, ears twitching and lowering. Not moving forward, Bonnie took a quick look around the area he was in. Did that...?

Bonnie waited. In the darkness, the blue rabbit looked around a little further—as best as he possibly could, at least.

To his left, the rabbit spotted what had to be the home’s kitchen—it was rather small. He could notice a few counters, and a large fridge.

Though, still a good distance away from it, he couldn’t see everything. He wasn’t wanting to check the kitchen, anyways. He couldn’t eat.

There was a little entryway for it, and he’d have to bend down a lot to get in there. Or climb the counter. The rabbit didn’t want to alert anyone.

Looking away, Bonnie turned towards the right. There was a couch—it took up most of that area, it seemed. Two chairs were near, and a large screen.

While closed, he thought he could make out some doors over there. The rabbit felt tempted to walk over, and check them out.

He could feel himself start to slowly move towards that direction. Maybe just a little peek? It wouldn’t hurt, would it?

If he did it, he’d just get to know the place better, right? The rabbit figured that would be nice—he wasn’t exactly planning on leaving.

Beginning to mess with the strap of his guitar, Bonnie shook his head, quickly forcing his legs to stop. His ears continued to twitch.

No... The rabbit shook his head again. What if it’s something bad there? Slowly, he felt his ears lower. He tried to ignore the noise that followed.

Or what if there’s a lot of stuff crammed in there? He tilted his head, moving a fuzzy paw to lift his ears up. That would cause a lot of noise...

Looking away from that area, Bonnie turned his gaze to what was straight ahead of him. I’ll just do something else.

_____

The animatronic stared at the door to the room. Every so often, he’d hear noises from the other side. Some rather close, other somewhat far.

It mostly seemed to be voices. He heard a lady’s the most. It’s probably the lady I saw last night, the rabbit thought. Or is there another?

He knew that he hadn’t seen—or heard—everyone that had been in this home. For all the rabbit knew, there could simply be two people living here.

Or, there could be a lot more, and the rabbit simply hadn’t heard the rest of them yet. How many could be staying? It all looks pretty big...

Big and comfortable. When he’d first entered the house, he’d noticed the couch to his right. It looked nice, really nice. Could I have laid there? What if I messed it up?

Back at the pizzeria, there hadn’t been anything like that. There was a spinning chair in the office, and then all of the seats for the tables.

Sometimes, a night-guard would bring a few things with them—a lot had actually brought fluffy pillows—a lot of them slept. A lot of them got caught.

Once, after one night-guard had gotten caught on her first night, the rabbit remembered sticking around in the office for a little longer.

He’d messed around with the phone on the desk, and fiddled with the fan, before noticing something that was close to falling off of the chair.

A white, fluffy pillow—soft to the touch. He’d chosen to hold onto it, keeping it close to his chest. More should have brought pillows. Not those hard ones, though...

Bonnie never needed to sleep—not like a human. Although, he’d tried once—he’d tried it, using the same pillow, as there hadn’t been anything else as soft to use.

Nothing had happened.

The next night, after the unfortunate way with the time, the rabbit remembered reaching for where he’d placed the pillow. But, it was gone.

He’d searched the whole restaurant—Susie assisting him in the process, but neither of them had been able to find it. Who took it?

I thought I hid it well. He was sure of it. Under one of the tables was a decent one, wasn’t it? The rabbit thought so.

When he’d first entered the room, he’d noticed a few little things—like another couch. A gray one, that seemed somewhat smaller than the other he’d seen.

The blue rabbit, although he was sitting on the floor, was leaning against it. Feels so nice...

There were two pillows on each side, too. The one on the left was blue, while the one on the right was red. Are these just as soft as the other?

Maybe, when he could start moving around again, he’d use the couch and pillows. I just want to feel comfy. Nobody will mind, will they?

The rabbit wasn’t very sure. The lady didn’t exactly know that he was in the house—not yet, at least. But...

Wait. The rabbit suddenly realized—he would have tilted his head in the process. The lady. Is she alright? She was making a bad noise...

From beyond the door, a new noise began. It sounded distant—but he could still hear it rather clearly. A repetitive beeping.

For now, he tried to ignore it. Although, he was never very good at doing something like that—no matter how hard the rabbit tried.

It’s usually bad, isn’t it? Bonnie wondered. He’d only seen the woman for a moment or two, but he’d heard her for a little longer.

She’d been sniffling a lot. And in the darkness, from where he’d hidden, he thought he saw the lady wiping at her eyes, too.

Back at the pizzeria, he’d seen people cry before for different reasons—children in the day, and night-guards during their shifts.

It almost never seemed to be a good thing. Something was always wrong—none of them seemed happy when the tears were spilt.

The rabbit wanted to frown. What was wrong?

_____

Bonnie moved towards the hallway that sat in front of him. Not wanting to potentially trip over anything, the rabbit kept looking down.

Although, there didn’t really seem to be anything down there that could cause the rabbit to fall. Yet, at least. There were some carpets, though.

Could I trip over those? The animatronic’s ears twitched as he glanced back at one of the carpets, then back at the hallway.

How loud would that be? Bonnie tilted his head. A lot, maybe?

As he kept staring down, Bonnie took notice of something. On the tile, there were quite a lot of noticeable cracks here and there.

Oh. Bonnie groaned. Just like how he had done with the pavement, the rabbit began trying to avoid stepping on any of the cracks.

Although, the rabbit was beginning to discover that, unlike the attempt back on the pavement, that it seemed to be a little harder here. He huffed.

Just as the rabbit began to take another step forward, his ears twitched at a noise coming from somewhere in front of him. It sounded like a door.

Bonnie went tense for a moment, staring. His ears continued to twitch. Uh-oh.

Looking around for a moment, the rabbit spotted an area. Wanting to hurry, but still be quiet, he made his way out of the middle of the room.

Bonnie stood by the wall for a moment, still, before choosing to quickly peek around—but still trying to remain hidden... enough.

With the animatronic’s head peeking around the wall, ears twitching, he spotted someone walking around in the darkness, coming from the right.

A tall woman entered the hallway, her black hair seemingly having been quickly put into a ponytail. She was holding something in her hand.

Bonnie couldn’t get a good look from where he was standing, but whatever it was, it was at least giving the woman some light.

She wasn’t being quiet. The woman was sniffling, and with what he could see, her nose looked a bit red. Hm...

The woman started to take a step forward, before she stopped, and leaned against the wall that was behind her.

As the sniffling continued, the woman used her other hand, moving it up closer towards her face. Bonnie kept watching from his hiding place.

With her hand, she began to hurriedly wipe at her face. Oh... The rabbit watched the woman, before beginning to look around.

That’s... not good. Not good. Bonnie shook his head.

For a moment, an idea appeared in the rabbit’s mind: approach her. Do something. But...

Not good. Bonnie shook his head again. He didn’t know how she would react to a giant bunny suddenly appearing in her home.

The bunny himself didn’t even know what he was supposed to do. Give her a pat on the back? Hug her? Let her play his guitar, until it potentially calmed her?

Bonnie groaned—and immediately placed a fuzzy paw over his mouth. He stared at the woman, slowly blinking, but it didn’t seem like she was hearing any of it.

Still wiping at her eyes, the woman moved away from the wall that she had been leaning against for some time now. She adjusted what she was holding.

“I-It... it’s okay, it’s fine...” She whispered, talking to herself. “You’re fine...”

Bonnie could understand that she was speaking, but as she continued—repeating things to herself, it was getting too difficult to understand the words.

The rabbit heard a noise from behind him, ears twitching once more. But for the moment, he ignored it, staying focused on the lady. Nothing, maybe.

The lady wasn’t saying anything now—yet, she was still sniffling. She placed the light in front of her. She couldn’t see in the dark, he guessed.

With the light in front of her, the lady started to walk, and Bonnie wondered where she was going. He didn’t know any of the other areas.

In a matter of seconds, the woman disappeared through an entryway and a wall, and Bonnie sighed. Well...

Bonnie moved away from the wall, lifting his head up, ears still twitching. While surprised that she hadn’t heard him... it was also a relief.

Unsure of what to do now, the rabbit turned around, and was going to take a few steps forward, but he heard a noise from beside him.

Turning, he spotted the kitchen area—and standing in the entryway of it, and staring right at the rabbit, was a kid.

Bonnie’s arms dropped completely to his sides, followed by his ears dropping. The rabbit wished he could frown. Uh...

“Uh...”

_____

There were a few boxes scattered around the room, Bonnie realized. Admittedly, he felt pretty curious as to what could possibly be in them.

Though, for now, he couldn’t look in any of them. Maybe later, once he was able to to move. Would they notice if anything was opened?

There were a few tiny holes in the closest box, but not large enough so that the rabbit was capable of seeing whatever was stored inside.

Whenever there happened to be something new at the pizzeria—or just anything in a box—the rabbit had always felt rather curious.

Although, barely any of the items that he’d seen were never all that interesting to him. They just seemed like random, boring things.

It never stopped him, alongside Susie, and occasionally Foxy, from opening them up. Freddy and Cassidy never joined them in doing so.

Once, Freddy had tried to stop him and Susie—the bear had simply given a little warning. It hadn’t done that much.

In some of the boxes, Bonnie found bubble-wrap. He’d quickly discovered that he loved it. It was one of the noises that the rabbit enjoyed.

Is there any bubble-wrap in there? He wondered about the other boxes. There was about five in the room... so there would certainly be a lot.

He was never sure if any of the workers had figured out who was messing with all of the boxes. What would they have done?

From beyond the room, he heard a rather loud noise that made the rabbit internally flinch. It sounded like a door slamming.

Can any of them be more quiet? The rabbit huffed. It was never quiet, the rabbit had quickly discovered after entering the room. He hated it.

For however long he’d been in here for, he’d heard a lot of things—such as voices. One, he could recognize as the woman—except louder.

The other, he could recognize as the kid. He couldn’t understand everything that was being said, though—due to them, sometimes, being far.

A couple of hours ago—it had to have been a while, he’d heard another, newer voice. It had sounded a little deep. Another parent?

Bonnie didn’t have a clue as to what this room was supposed to be for—there were the boxes, and then the couch, but that was about it.

Was it simply used for storing things? Or was it a relaxing area, which they had just put a few boxes in until a later date? Or something different?

The rabbit would’ve shrugged. Do any come in here a lot?

There was a window off to the side, but the bunny wasn’t able to look through it, partially because of the blinds being closed.

He wanted to look through it earlier. He still wanted to. Maybe there would be something interesting to look at? The bunny was bored.

Maybe the bunny would be able to watch the cars go by, like how he had watched the cars zipping past back at the pizzeria. That was nice.

_____

Bonnie was only now seeing the kid, but from where they were, he had to guess that they’d just come out of the kitchen—not that they were entering it.

Late night snack? The rabbit thought. It seemed like the most likely option—why else would they be going there? Drink?

Susie had done it a few times, Bonnie remembered. Although, technically, none of them were capable of actually eating anything.

Once in a while, whether there was a night-guard or not, Bonnie had wandered into the kitchen, being greeted by the chicken.

She didn’t need to eat—she wasn’t capable of doing it—but Susie still seemed to like making things in there.

...It was always pizza, though. There wasn’t really anything else, anyways. One night, she’d even given a slice to the night-guard.

The night-guard hadn’t eaten it, though. Bonnie wondered why—Susie had been nice. The pizza had looked pretty good.

The kid looked like they were going to fall asleep—but with the presence of the rabbit in the room, that had certainly prevented that.

Bonnie stared at them, and they stared back, neither moving yet. The kid let out a yawn.

Or were they a teenager? Bonnie couldn’t tell—they looked rather short and young. Although, he guessed that it wasn’t the most important thing right now.

Are they going to...? Bonnie glanced behind himself for a moment, towards the area where he had seen the lady. Was she going to come back?

He turned back around, focusing back on the kid again. Instead of remaining in the same spot, they started to move towards Bonnie.

Bonnie took a few steps forward, before starting to try and lower himself, while holding out his fuzzy paws in front of himself.

Don’t panic, please don’t... Bonnie didn’t change his position. He remained like that, keeping an eye on the kid.

Once they were close enough to the bunny, they finally came to a stop. They yawned. “Are... are you...?” Their voice came out as a whisper.

Using one hand, they lifted it up, and poked at one of Bonnie’s lowered ears, which continued twitching from the noises. He was never able to control it.

Bonnie slowly blinked at the kid, and backed up a little bit, lifting the ear up. Don’t do that, please...

“Uh...” The kid frowned, looking around for a moment, before back at the crouched rabbit. “S-Sorry...?”

Bonnie gave a little thumbs up, followed by a shrug.

“What are-“

Bonnie’s ears shot up, and he turned away from the kid as they’d started to speak, and back behind him. Another noise.

Footsteps. Bonnie was quick to realize, as his ears slowly stopped twitching. Lady?

Hurriedly, Bonnie stood up to his full height, a fuzzy paw grabbing his guitar’s strap, and he began to look around. Hide?

Yes! He nodded to himself. But... where? He remembered where he had hidden a few moments earlier—would that still work?

The kid frowned at the bunny. “Are you...” They started, only to trail off. They also began to look around for a couple of seconds.

They snapped their fingers all of a sudden, and moved closer to the worried rabbit. They reached over, grabbing one of his paws.

Bonnie looked down at them, tilting his head again. What?

With their free hand, they pointed somewhere past the rabbit. Still speaking in a whisper, they said, “Come with me!”

The kid started to walk off, still holding onto the blue rabbit’s paw. Bonnie stared for a second, slowly blinking, before beginning to walk with them.

He could still hear footsteps—ones that weren’t his or the kids, but they didn’t sound all that close yet, at least.

The animatronic wasn’t paying much attention, but he stopped himself from going any further when he realized that the kid had come to a halt.

He stared down at the kid, and gave a little shrug. What now?

The kid let go of the rabbit’s paw, and moved past him. Bonnie moved back a little bit for them, quietly watching.

They looked around for a couple of seconds, before reaching for a handle, and quickly turning it. Bonnie looked around, too.

The door opened, and Bonnie moved a little closer, looking inside. Then, he looked back at the kid.

They whispered to him, “There! In there!”

_____

“I need to go get something.” From beyond the door, Bonnie could hear someone say to someone else. It sounded like the lady.

He thought that he could hear a response to that—but it was far too quiet and muffled. Maybe it’s just three? He wondered.

The rabbit had always known how many were at the pizzeria—all of his friends lived there. There had never been anyone new.

Except for the night-guards, at least. There had always been a lot of new ones. Either because one was in a suit, or because the previous quit.

Near the end, a lot more of them had started quitting—some even right after their first night. Or while it was still happening.

For a while, he remembered a lot of people coming by—for him and his friends, and for the pizza. He heard it was pretty tasty.

A lot of people had usually come—although, he’d never been able to exactly tell just how many—it’d been a bit hard. For the rabbit, at least.

Eventually, people stopped. How come?

Bonnie’s gaze drifted away from the floor, and up towards the door when he heard another noise. Huh?

The bunny looked up just in time to see the door swing open, and see the woman standing in the doorway.

Like how he had seen her earlier, her hair was still in a ponytail, but it didn’t seem as messy as it had. Her eyes were wide.

Bonnie wanted to cover his ears when the woman let out a sudden shout. Stop!

Her noise seemed to alert someone—as Bonnie could hear more footsteps. It sounded like someone was actually running.

Soon enough, a rather tall man—at least taller than the woman, with dark brown hair, came into view. “Carolyn, what...” He trailed off.

He looked away from Carolyn, who hadn’t moved, and instead focused on the inside of the room. Bonnie stared.

He wasn’t all that hidden—there wasn’t anywhere for the rabbit to hide in the room—so he wasn’t surprised when the man caught sight of him, too.

Just as the man pulled Carolyn closer, and opened his mouth to say something, while beginning to back up, Bonnie could hear more footsteps.

It seemed like Carolyn and the man—Bonnie had to assume that it was her her husband, had heard the footsteps, too. They turned.

A few seconds went by, and someone else came into view. Oh! Them! Bonnie realized.

“Mom, what-“ The kid started, looking up at their parents, before looking into the room, too. Bonnie continued to stare—it was all he could do.

The kid gasped. “Rabbit?!” They exclaimed. “You’re real??”

“What.” The man stared.

“J-Jasper?” Carolyn glanced between them and the rabbit sitting beside the couch.

Jasper placed a hand over their mouth. “Um...” They kept glancing between the rabbit and their parents for a moment.

“I-... I was just... um...” Jasper stared down at their feet. “...I thought I was dreaming...”

“...So I helped the big rabbit out...” They quietly added.

“Jasper.”

[cyber-streak-extra]

Just a (sentient) Spring Bonnie fic that I was wanting to do for a while :) @maraariana01

Title: The Rabbit’s Sorrow

Description: Spring Bonnie remembered what they were supposed to do——entertain children and make them happy. Now, he deals with the consequences of the opposite.

TW: Character Death+Blood.

The yellow rabbit blinked. Scanning the area, they recognized that they were standing atop the stage in the diner. A man—Mr. Emily—was walking away.

He watched the man for a few seconds, before turning to his left. There, Fredbear stood patiently, messing with his purple bow tie.

Spring Bonnie knew what was going to happen—and they assumed that the bear knew, too. Mr. Emily and Mr. Afton had been talking about it for a while.

Before today, the yellow rabbit remembered performing—although, with those few times, it had been different. It hadn’t been when the diner was open.

Both Mr. Emily and Mr. Afton had their own children. They remembered him and Fredbear getting to meet them all, and perform. It was more of practice, the rabbit figured.

Today was going to be different, though. He and the bear knew that. Today, the diner was going to open up.

“Spring Bonnie?”

“Fredbear?”

The two animatronics stared at the other as they spoke in unison. The rabbit’s ears twitched. “Sorry, Fredbear.” He gave a tiny smile.

Fredbear held out a hand. “It’s alright, Spring Bonnie.” The bear assured. “Do you want to...?”

The rabbit’s ears twitched again, ever so slightly beginning to lower. Spring Bonnie sighed. “Are you... nervous? Even just a little?”

Shaking his head, Fredbear moved from his spot, and inched closer to the yellow rabbit. He placed a hand on their shoulder.

“No...” He began, “But, Spring, I’m sure that everything will be alright.” What’s the worst that could happen?

Staying silent, the yellow rabbit only nodded. They trusted their friend—he didn’t have a reason not to—the bear was probably right.

___

Shortly after being worn by Mr. Afton again—after he’d finished, Spring Bonnie found himself unable to remember anything after that. Had they been shut off?

Letting out a shaky breath—one that the rabbit didn’t need—Spring Bonnie slumped against the wall, ears twitching and lowering.

Spring Bonnie could remember their purpose very well—to make children happy. To entertain them. Fredbear had been made to do that, too. Of course he had.

Although, the yellow rabbit had quickly discovered that there were two different ways that he and Fredbear would get to be able to perform.

Animatronic Mode—what he was in right now—and Suit Mode. The yellow rabbit... didn’t like that last one very much. But it never seemed to bother Fredbear.

When in Suit Mode—usually being worn by Mr. Afton—Spring Bonnie always noticed how they could see and hear, but unable to do anything else—like control himself.

Despite that, the yellow rabbit had assumed—had hoped—that everything would be alright—that nothing bad would happen—whether they were in Suit Mode or not.

As Spring Bonnie stared down at his hands, stained red and yet to be clean, the yellow rabbit had a feeling that nothing would be alright. Not after that.

___

They’d messed with the door, but only once. The yellow rabbit hadn’t really been trying that hard to begin with. He didn’t want to leave when he looked how he did.

Either way, when he’d chosen to mess with the door nearly an hour ago, it hadn’t budged. It was locked, it seemed. Mr. Afton’s doing, the rabbit had assumed.

They knew the room well enough—it was where Mr. Afton had been deciding to keep him, and the yellow rabbit had gotten bored pretty quickly.

Spring Bonnie’s ears, already rather low, went down further, covering the yellow rabbit’s eyes. It only happened to be himself in the room, nobody else.

His memories, for some time now, had been... iffy. They couldn’t understand why. But, there were parts that weren’t coming to him at all, or seemed... blurred?

Spring Bonnie had to lift their ears up as he scanned the room. Where are you, Fredbear?

Placing a hand on the wall beside him, he used his other to pull an old box closer. Then, the yellow rabbit began to look through it—tossing things around.

Come on, come on... The yellow rabbit continued tossing things around. The box seemed to mostly contain plushies—merchandise—but nothing they wanted—needed.

Shaking, the yellow rabbit continued his search through the large box—maybe he missed something? He needed to get it all off!

Huffing, Spring Bonnie shoved the box away, some of the merchandise spilling out of it as they did so. The animatronic rabbit grabbed at their ears.

A quiet whimper escaped the animatronic. “W-Why did he have to...” They trailed off as their eyes spotted the wall beside himself.

It was his handprint—the wall was stained, too, with the yellow rabbit’s bloody hand. Spring Bonnie flinched, letting go of their ears, which lowered once more.

He could notice how both of his ears were red now, too.

___

The yellow rabbit’s ears twitched at a sudden sound, breaking the silence that had lasted for nearly half an hour. He only looked for a second, before his gaze fell back to the ground.

The source of the noise was Mr. Afton, finally returning, and Spring Bonnie had felt himself tense. Mr. Afton seemed to be holding something.

Spring Bonnie could hear the door shut again, followed by footsteps approaching, but they didn’t look up. They didn’t say anything, either.

He didn’t even know what to say after what had happened. The animatronic didn’t know what to do. Was there anything that he could? He hadn’t been able to prevent anything.

For a moment, the yellow rabbit’s gaze drifted down to one of his hands. They wondered if there was something that they could do to Mr. Afton. He was close enough.

Just as quickly as they had started to raise a hand, considering getting up on their feet, the yellow rabbit had, just as quickly, stopped.

Letting out an unnecessary sigh, Spring Bonnie’s ears twitched at the familiar voice of Mr. Afton. He sounded annoyed. “Made more of a mess, I see...”

The animatronic just remained still, shutting his eyes.

___

From where the both of them stood, Spring Bonnie could spot a little girl with blonde hair. She seemed to be in the middle of playing one of the games.

But... she looked sad. The rabbit could understand that. And he wished that there was something that he could do for her. He thought he was good at comforting.

There had been sad or distressed children at the diner before. Both the rabbit and the bear usually tried to help—they thought Fredbear was the best at it.

Mr. Emily always tried helping out with a lot, too—whether just as himself, or when he was in the bear—when the animatronic happened to be in Suit Mode.

Spring Bonnie couldn’t recall a time where Mr. Afton ever really did much—it didn’t seem like he was that good of a comforter, compared to Mr. Emily.

A quiet chuckle escaped—yet it didn’t belong to the animatronic—it had been Mr. Afton. Controlling the suit, the two of them began approaching the young girl.

Spring Bonnie knew what was going to happen. They knew what Mr. Afton was going to do. He had mentioned it—and he had seemed so... happy.

If it were possible, they wanted to stop this—if it were possible, they wanted to help the girl. But it wasn’t. As long as Mr. Afton had him in Suit Mode...

Spring Bonnie took a quick look around, and realized that the two of them had moved. How had he not realized? Looking down, he saw the girl.

“He’s not really dead...” Mr. Afton spoke up, alerting the young girl of the presence behind her. She turned away from the game, sniffling.

The yellow rabbit noticed how he was doing some sort of voice, yet it wasn’t the first time. Mr. Afton never seemed to use his real voice when wearing them.

Wiping at her eyes, the girl stared up. “H-Huh...?”

If it were possible, Spring Bonnie would have frowned. The girl’s dog... he’d heard Mr. Afton say something about it.

Please, don’t listen to him! The yellow rabbit tried to get the words out, he wanted to warn her, but unfortunately, they remained thoughts.

“He is over here,” Mr. Afton continued. Not taking his eyes off of her, he pointed in the direction of another room—Spring Bonnie knew that it was only for employees.

He’d never seen it before, but, other children had been rather curious about the room—even trying to use it as a hiding spot for hide and seek.

“Follow me...”

Don’t listen! Please, don’t! He’s not there! The rabbit’s voice remained unheard.

Mr. Afton had crouched down—Spring Bonnie had crouched down—getting more to the girl’s level. A yellow paw was held out in front of her now.

The girl stared, before a smile started to spread, and she took hold of it. No!

“What’s your name?”

“S... Susie.”

“Well... let’s get you to your puppy, Susie.”

___

Spring Bonnie had assumed that there was only one box in the room—and he’d already looked around in it earlier. What he wanted hadn’t been in there.

However, as the yellow rabbit paced around, they tripped over something—managing to grab the table nearby, so that he didn’t fall.

Ow. Carefully letting go of the table, the yellow rabbit looked down, and spotted a box. It wasn’t the same one as before, though. He could tell that.

The original box had been surprisingly small, and was white. He’d left it in another part of the room, anyways.

This one, however, was a bit larger, and was a dark brown. It didn’t seem like it had been opened yet—at least by the yellow rabbit.

Ears twitching, Spring Bonnie lowered himself, staring at the box. He messed around with the tape that was on it for a couple of seconds.

Once the tape was off—but partially on their hand, and as the rabbit tried to get it off and on the ground, they opened the box with the tape less hand.

Peering into the box, there didn’t seem to be too much inside of it—at least compared to the other one, that had contained quite a lot of merchandise.

The rabbit’s ears shot up upon spotting something. Something familiar. He hurriedly began moving the other items in the box, so that he could reach it easier.

Carefully, the yellow rabbit pulled out a purple hat. Spring Bonnie knew that there were other hats—including others with the same color. There wasn’t ever just one.

There was never just one of anything—including the rabbit himself. He’d seen other suits before—in the parts and service area once—and the employees only room.

It was... strange.

Despite that, Spring Bonnie knew. They knew who the hat belonged to—he knew that it was the right one—it belonged to his friend. It was easy to recognize.

Ears slowly lowering, the rabbit held the purple hat close to their chest.

___

The two of them were wandering. Mr. Afton had chosen to be more out in the open this time—rather than simply watching from the corner, like before.

During that process, it seemed like he had rather quickly spotted someone—that he had chosen who would be next.

A young boy was up ahead at one of the tables—it wasn’t his first time being here, Mr. Afton knew. He grinned behind the yellow rabbit’s mask.

If the man wasn’t stopped, then it would be the boy’s last time, Spring Bonnie realized.

He didn’t know what he could do—he didn’t want the same thing to happen. They hadn’t been able to stop Mr. Afton from taking the young girl—Susie.

She’d looked so... terrified. She sounded so terrified.

Given that the boy had a plushie of the animatronic—which was across the table at the moment—and he was talking about him—Spring Bonnie assumed that the boy liked Foxy.

The yellow rabbit wasn’t very surprised—who wouldn’t like a pirate fox? A lot of other children seemed to like him, from what they’d heard.

A woman sitting beside the boy, who the rabbit had to guess was his mother, began to stand up. “Fritz?” She spoke gently.

The boy, Fritz, looked up at her. “Hm?”

“I’ll be back in a minute, alright? I’m just going to do to the restroom.”

Fritz nodded. He turned away from his mother as she began walking away, reaching to take another bite from a slice of pizza.

When he felt himself beginning to walk again—or, rather, Mr. Afton, the rabbit attempted to come to a stop. However, the yellow rabbit continued. Mr. Afton, stop!

Before anything was said, Fritz seemed to hear the footsteps, and turned, dropping his pizza back onto the plate. He waved.

The yellow rabbit waved back. “Hello, kiddo!”

Fritz waved again, smiling. Although the boy didn’t say anything, remaining silent.

“Do you like Foxy, kiddo?”

Fritz’s smile was quick to grow, and he immediately nodded. Oh...

He’s... he’s bad! Fritz, don’t listen to him! Don’t listen to Mr. Afton! The yellow rabbit wished that the words would actually come out—that they would be heard.

They hadn’t been heard earlier with Susie—he was never heard when he was in Suit Mode—unless it was Mr. Afton. Mr. Afton shouldn’t be heard right now.

“You know,” Mr Afton continued, his own grin growing. “Foxy wanted to see you!”

Staring with widened eyes now, Fritz pointed at himself, raising an eyebrow. No, no no, no...

The yellow rabbit nodded his head. “He needs help! Your help!”

Upon hearing that, Fritz immediately got out of his chair. He looked around for a second, before back up at the rabbit.

The yellow rabbit held out a large yellow paw in front of the boy. “Follow me, kiddo! Let’s go help Foxy!”

Fritz reached forward, taking hold of the animatronic’s fuzzy paw.

___

Spring Bonnie sat at the edge of a small table in the room, feet slowly swinging, as Fredbear’s hat remained close to his chest. They didn’t plan on letting it go.

I should have tried harder. The yellow rabbit’s grip on the hat tightened, and his ears remained lowered. I could have stopped him..

But they hadn’t. Despite wanting to, they hadn’t been able to prevent what had happened. Those kids were gone—and he had been apart of it.

They’d trusted him. They’d trusted Spring Bonnie. Not the man wearing and using the rabbit in the moment. Not the man using him to take their lives away.

While their memory hadn’t been the best for a while—even with far more recent moments—Spring Bonnie could remember all of the kids. They could remember their voices—screams...

They remembered each of the kids being so terrified. There was confusion at first—at Foxy not being there, or a puppy not being there, or...

Confusion—shortly followed by becoming frightened. Or, confusion, followed by bits of excitement—figuring something was hidden—and then fright.

“Did they... did they think I wanted to...?” The yellow rabbit wondered aloud, voice barely above a whisper.

It was a rather distressing thought. It was something they’d never wanted to do—they didn’t dream of ever harming a child. Why would they ever want to?

He’d seen Fritz’s before she left for a moment—the rabbit had seen all of the children’s loved ones. Nobody had been aware what was going to happen. How would they know?

The animatronic hadn’t really seen any of them after that. He couldn’t tell when it had happened—how long had it been already? How were the parents?

Were they trying to find their children? If a search was happening, how long had it been going on for? It had felt like yesterday when Mr. Afton had used him for that.

However, the animatronic rabbit had a feeling that it had been a little longer than that. Everything felt rather slow, though.

How were the parents handling everything? None of them knew what had truly happened—the truth. Did they have hope that their children would be found? Found alive?

What was going to happen if everything was figured out? How would they handle it all? I’m sorry..

When Mr. Afton had been using him, Spring Bonnie had thought back to his springlocks. For a moment, he thought that he could take back control—maybe use his springlocks to stop the man.

But... they knew everything about their springlocks. In the past, there had been some accidents. A few times when in Animatronic Mode, and once, way earlier, with Mr. Afton inside.

Unlike the previous moments, it hadn’t been caused by water—he couldn’t remember what exactly had been the cause, though. Maybe Mr. Afton had done something wrong?

Despite wanting to stop the man, the yellow rabbit hadn’t wanted to hurt him—they didn’t want to hurt anyone. So, attempting to use those had been crossed out.

They didn’t like the springlocks very much.

___

The yellow rabbit’s ears twitched at the new noise. It wasn’t much of a good one—crying, Spring Bonnie realized. Didn’t that mean someone was sad? What was wrong?

It sounded like a child. While the Diner wasn’t open yet today, the rabbit knew that Mr. Emily and Mr. Afton were here. The two’s children were usually brought here with them.

Charlotte—Mr. Emily’s daughter, was rather sweet. Spring Bonnie remembered a time where she had given him and Fredbear some drawings.

There was Michael, Mr. Afton’s eldest—the boy aways had a Foxy mask with him. Spring Bonnie had taken notice to three other boys a few times—they had their own masks, too.

With how the crying sounded, the animatronic doubted that it could be Michael, though. He didn’t recall him being brought here today, either.

Then, there was Mr. Afton’s younger children—Elizabeth and Evan. The younger boy always seemed nervous about Fredbear—but he carried around a plushie.

“Fred?”

The yellow bear looked up from the ground, and towards the yellow rabbit, his own ears twitching. “Are you hearing that, too?”

Spring Bonnie nodded. As he started to get off of the little stage, the rabbit glanced back at his friend. “Let’s go. Maybe we can help them?”

Fredbear let out a quiet hum in response. He set his microphone down, and hopped off of the stage—stumbling for a moment, but he didn’t fall.

Remaining by each other’s side, the animatronics began to wander, trying to find where the crying was coming from—and the source.

Fredbear came to a sudden stop, and tapped Spring Bonnie on the shoulder. The rabbit turned their head to look at the bear. “Hm?”

The animatronic bear pointed, and Spring Bonnie followed along. He was pointing at a room towards the right. It wasn’t too far from their stage.

The door was closed, and while muffled, the crying was closer. Spring Bonnie couldn’t remember where the door led to—or what the room was used for.

“Hello?” The rabbit gently called out. He moved towards it, Fredbear following behind him. While there wasn’t an answer, Spring Bonnie opened it.

In the corner of the room, he spotted the source of the noise. It was Mr. Afton’s youngest son, Evan. He held a plushie close to him tightly.

“Hey...” That caught the child’s attention—looking up at them after a second with watery eyes. He scooted back ever so slightly.

Slowly, Spring Bonnie took a step inside. He glanced back for a moment, only to find Fredbear partially hiding himself. His ears twitched.

“I know how he feels,” The bear whispered, “He doesn’t need to see me right now. I don’t want to make him more stressed, Spring.”

Humming, Spring Bonnie turned back around, focusing on the young boy. He took slow steps, before kneeling down. He tried not to be too close—he wanted to give him enough space.

“Hey, buddy... what’s wrong?”

The boy just sniffled in response. He opened his mouth for a second, seemingly to say something, but all that came out was a cry.

The rabbit knew of his springlocks—what could happen—and how they were typically set off. The rabbit knew what typically caused him to malfunction. But, they could try to be careful.

Spring Bonnie spread his arms. “Hey, kiddo... want to come here? It’s okay.”

Evan stared at the yellow rabbit in front of him, wiping at his eyes with one hand—while the other kept a grip on the Fredbear plushie.

A few seconds passed, and the young boy started to make his way over to where the yellow rabbit was. He fully sat down, instead of being crouched.

Sniffling, Evan hugged the fuzzy rabbit, and Spring Bonnie carefully wrapped his arms around him. “It’s alright...”

___

Spring Bonnie hadn’t been able to help it—they’d just felt rather curious. They’d looked out through the window a couple of times, but had never gone out.

They’d always wanted to go out, even if it was for just a few minutes or so. There wasn’t really anything that he wanted to do—he just wanted to be out there.

He remembered speaking to Fredbear about it once or twice. And while his friend seemed a little curious, he never seemed to want to actively go out.

After going through the front doors, Spring Bonnie simply stood there, staring up at the sky. He could see things flying above him—birds, if he remembered right?

Looking at the sky, there were a lot of clouds up there today. There wasn’t much blue that they could see through those—or the sun.

Drip. Spring Bonnie’s ears twitched, and then they looked around for a second. Yet, they didn’t see anything that could have been the source of that.

Drip. Drip. Drip. They looked around further. For a second, Spring Bonnie thought that he saw something hit the ground near him.

“Spring?” While somewhat distant, they could still recognize Fredbear’s voice from inside the Diner. He was finally active, it seemed.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. As the yellow rabbit turned to look back towards the doors, he flinched at the sudden feeling of something hitting him.

It wasn’t hard or anything—but... rather weird. Something wet? Wet—it made them feel weird... and a little bad. Not good. What was it?

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

The feeling wasn’t good. Spring Bonnie began to back up as it continued—was it getting worse? They could feel themselves beginning to twitch—shake. Their vision was... glitching?

The yellow rabbit shuddered at a sudden feeling of... pain? Pain? Through his glitching vision, he looked up—the wet stuff was coming from the sky.

Spring Bonnie felt himself start to fall back.

~

“Spring?”

Fredbear? The yellow rabbit felt his ears twitch. Why did he sound so... concerned? “Spring Bonnie?”

Starting to see again—which, thankfully, their vision didn’t seem so... weird, like earlier, Spring Bonnie started to look around.

He wasn’t outside any longer. He was back inside the Diner—in the room that was used for repairs—and also happened to contain other suits.

To their right, Fredbear sat. His ears were lowered, and with one hand, he held one of the yellow rabbit’s.

“Fredbear?”

“Spring Bonnie,” The yellow rabbit turned away from his friend at the other voice—Mr. Emily’s. He was standing in front of the two.

“What were you doing outside?”

“I just... it looked nice. It was nice.” The yellow rabbit answered after a moment, moving closer to the yellow bear.

“Fredbear told me he saw you out there when he activated. He saw you collapse, and came to me, all panicked.” Mr. Emily explained.

Spring Bonnie glanced back at his friend—if it were possible, the rabbit would have frowned—both of them would have. “Something hit me...”

“It’s raining outside.” Mr. Emily answered.

“Raining?” The yellow rabbit’s ears twitched. “Why did that... why’d it cause me to do that?”

“Well,” The man started.

___

The last time he’d seen the children... Spring Bonnie couldn’t entirely recall. Evan... the boy was going to have a birthday. It was going to happen at the Diner.

No. Spring Bonnie shook their head. They messed with Fredbear’s hat, before placing it atop their head. With their ears lowered, it wasn’t much of a problem.

It already happened. His birthday happened. The yellow rabbit could remember discussions of it here and there—and then the events... mostly.

Misty. Foggy. Blocked. That’s what he’d taken to referring to his iffy memories. It was the best thing that the yellow rabbit could come up with.

He remembered Mr. Afton arriving at the diner that day—Evan close behind him, holding the Fredbear plushie close like usual. He’d seemed more nervous than usual.

Michael had arrived a little later—wearing his Foxy mask, like usual. They could remember the teenager’s friends with him—each with a different mask.

The yellow rabbit could recall everything up until Evan, Michael, and the teen’s friends started to make their way towards the stage.

He didn’t understand why Evan was always messed with—were siblings always like that? The yellow rabbit wouldn’t know. He didn’t have one.

Mr. Afton and Mr. Emily’s children... Spring Bonnie hoped that they were alright. They hadn’t seen any of them in some time. Do they know?

Are they alright? Spring Bonnie shifted around slightly, staring towards the door for a moment, before down at their hands. Did he do anything?

___

A boy, just a little older than Susie and Fritz by the looks of it, was wandering around—almost seeming a little lost. Mr. Afton...

Just like the previous times, as the two of them made their way to the boy, the yellow rabbit’s attempts weren’t doing anything.

Springlocks... He heard pop up within his mind. The yellow rabbit knew how they worked—but he himself had never activated those willingly.

Every other time it had happened—so far, they’d counted four, it had been on accident for one reason or another. Mostly water.

The springlocks hurt. Hurt him—and Mr. Afton. He’d been in Suit Mode the time the last accident occurred—and the man had been wearing him.

Spring Bonnie wanted to stop him. He did. But to hurt him? Hurt anyone purposely? Even with what the man was doing, he didn’t want to hurt him—or worse.

Even if the yellow rabbit chose to go through with that idea, he didn’t know how to activate the springlocks by himself—he couldn’t do anything right now.

“What’s the matter, kiddo?”

The boy looked up, frowning. “I... didn’t mean to get separated from her. There’s just... a lot of people here, and...” He trailed off.

“Your mother?”

The young boy nodded.

Mr. Afton clapped his—the yellow rabbit’s—hands together. “Oh, dear...” He hummed. “Well, kiddo, I’ve got some good news!”

Without waiting for a response from the boy, he continued. “I know where your mother is! She’s worried sick.”

“She is?” His frown grew.

As he nodded, the boy spoke up again. “Can... can you take me to her, please? I don’t want to let her keep worrying...”

“Why, of course!” Mr. Afton hummed. He reached down, carefully picking up the kid. The boy was a bit surprised, but was rather relaxed.

As the three of them began walking away, Mr. Afton glanced back at the kid in his arms. “What’s your name?”

“Gabriel.”

___

Looking around... this didn’t seem like the same place, Spring Bonnie realized. Where he’d been in before, it was much smaller, and there were a few boxes and a table.

This was different, though. This room was somewhat bigger, and there wasn’t much in there except for three gray arcade machines.

What? Ears twitching, Spring Bonnie looked around further, yet there really didn’t seem to be much else. The room seemed rather old, too.

What am I doing here? Slowly, the yellow rabbit began to rise. Who had moved them? Had Mr. Afton come by and done so for whatever reason?

He didn’t remember the man coming by recently. But then again, the rabbit’s memories still hadn’t been great.

Thinking back, everything was starting to get misty—foggy—just like the memories that were further back. But it wasn’t like they weren’t accessible.

Everything felt like it was starting to get... mashed together. As he spent time in that room, it all, frankly, felt the same.

As the yellow rabbit stood to their full height, ears continuing to twitch, they felt as if... something was missing? But what?

Spring Bonnie lifted a hand to rest atop his head, and that was when it hit the rabbit hard. The rabbit’s eyes widened.

“His hat!” Spring Bonnie shouted aloud, ears shooting straight up. They thought they heard a sort of static in their voice—but that was the least of the animatronic’s worries.

Spring Bonnie knew that he’d been keeping Fredbear’s hat on him. It was either in the rabbit’s hands, or atop his head, in between his ears.

“Where...?” That time, the rabbit could hear the static far more clearly. Spring Bonnie moved away from where he’d been, and began wandering.

Drip. Drip. His ears twitched at the noise, but the rabbit didn’t pay much attention. He took a little mental note to try and be careful.

They hadn’t planned on leaving it—was it hidden somewhere in this room? Had it fallen off when they were being moved? Was it still in the other room?

Where was that other place? Why had they been moved?

___

Struggling, they began moving the last arcade machine back to its original spot. Just like the last two, there wasn’t anything—not the hat.

The yellow rabbit lifted their head, no longer staring down at the ground. They froze, staring at their hands that rested against the arcade machine.

Spring Bonnie had sworn that they were fine—that his hands had been clean. However, staring at them now, both were stained. They were red. There was blood.

The yellow rabbit stumbled backwards, his stained hands—his body—beginning to shake. “N-No... no...”

The animatronic kept going backwards in his panic—at least until he felt himself hit the wall behind him. There, the yellow rabbit stood, shaking.

They shut their eyes tightly, a whimper escaping the rabbit. Spring Bonnie slid down, sitting in the old, lonely room.

He’d never liked anything being this quiet. The only noises from within the room were the rabbit’s own noises, and an occasional drip.

When Spring Bonnie reopened his eyes a moment later, not bothering to move his ears, a wave of confusion—yet at the same time, relief, hit the rabbit.

Staring down at their hands, they were... clean. There was nothing—there was no blood—on them any longer.

___

Spring Bonnie remained silent—no longer trying to speak. Despite their attempts, nothing had been working. He wasn’t able to warn anyone.

Mr. Afton was simply continuing, and all the yellow rabbit was able to do was watch. Has he always wanted to do this...?

The two of them began approaching another child. He’d just gotten something—although Spring Bonnie couldn’t tell what—as a prize. It looked like a plushie.

Leaving that area, he began walking off—seemingly towards where some of the games were. I thought he was good... nice...

Using the yellow rabbit’s arm, Mr. Afton moved the big ears—which had been lowered, blocking his sight. He moved them back up.

Both of them knew the kid’s name. Spring Bonnie thought that he heard a woman’s voice say “Jeremy.” He couldn’t see where the boy’s parents could be.

They’d been hoping that someone would see the two of them—that they’d see Mr. Afton—that someone would take Jeremy away. Maybe because it was time for him to go home.

Yet, that wasn’t happening. Nobody was preventing the terrible events. Spring Bonnie couldn’t—the children’s parents weren’t ever close by. Gabriel had even been lost—separated.

As the two of them stopped next to Jeremy, Spring Bonnie glanced towards the game for a moment. All of them seemed rather fun—but they’d never gotten the chance to play any.

It seemed like a lot of children liked one that he’d seen earlier—the one Susie had been playing before Mr. Afton came around. Although, he didn’t know the name.

Jeremy was staring up at the two of them—at the yellow rabbit. “Hey, kid.”

“Yes?”

“I’ve got a big surprise for you!” Mr. Afton began, chuckling. “Let’s just say that it might involve some cake—some special treats—and certain blue bunny!”

“Oops!” Mr. Afton placed a hand over the yellow rabbit’s permanently grinning mouth. “I think I just ruined the surprise... didn’t I?”

Completely forgetting about the game, Jeremy moved closer, shaking his head. He reached forward, grabbing the yellow rabbit’s other hand.

“No, no! It’s alright, Spring Bonnie.” Jeremy answered. It isn’t me...

“Come on, let’s go!”

He chuckled, then nodded, removing his hand. “Alright!”

___

As the rabbit laid there, having not moved for some time—what was the time?—how much time has gone by already... even more?—he began to think further.

Drip. Drip. Drip. The yellow rabbit barely paid much attention to it—it wasn’t near him, anyways. However, it did seem to be happening in more areas.

What if they had been able to do something? Anything? Was there anything that the yellow rabbit could have done to prevent what Mr. Afton had done?

What if he had, somehow, managed to control himself? Get himself back into Animatronic Mode, not Suit Mode. What if he had been able to say something?

If they had ever been able to do anything, then the children would be alright—they’d be perfectly okay. He wouldn’t have been used to harm them. Mr. Afton wouldn’t have been able to do it.

The parents wouldn’t have lost their children—they’d all still have them. They wouldn’t need to be scared or worried—none of them would be needing to grieve.

Maybe the rabbit should have tried harder.

Drip. Drip.

___

“Hello!” The yellow rabbit tiredly stared down—fully seeing once Mr. Afton moved their ears again. He seemed just a little annoyed about that.

In front of the two of them, he saw another kid—how many had Mr. Afton lured already? What number was she going to be? The rabbit hadn’t been counting.

The girl had long black hair—long enough that it was, currently, held together in a ponytail. Compared to the other children Spring Bonnie had seen, she seemed somewhat older.

They were all still young, though. They were all still just children. Children that didn’t deserve this. Any of it.

Like Jeremy, Spring Bonnie thought that he had caught her name earlier—although, he couldn’t fully remember it. It had started with a C.

The black-haired girl stared up, backing up slightly. Yet she didn’t leave. Please do... you need to...

Spring Bonnie dived into his mind—thinking back to previous moments. Better moments. He thought he could still hear the two of them—Mr. Afton and the girl.

They didn’t want to hear him. They didn’t want to hear what he was saying. They didn’t want to hear panic—the screams. Why is this happening...?

Why did it have to be happening at all? What did the children do to deserve this? Spring Bonnie had a feeling that the answer was nothing. They didn’t do anything for this.

The children were innocent, Spring Bonnie knew that. They were here at the restaurant for one reason or another—the place was supposed to bring joy, he knew that, too.

Spring Bonnie didn’t want to be used for this. This new purpose that Mr. Afton had chosen to use him for. Does he enjoy this? Why?

The yellow rabbit snapped back to his surroundings when he felt his hand move. Looking down, it was being held out for the girl.

“Come along, Cassidy.”

The girl—Cassidy, stood there for a moment, staring at the fuzzy hand. Spring Bonnie hadn’t been listening, but he wondered what Mr. Afton had told her.

They’d been listening when Mr. Afton had spoken to the other children. Maybe to see one of the others? They wished they could frown.

Cassidy reached over, taking hold of the yellow rabbit’s hand. Mr. Afton held it tightly, so that she wouldn’t be able to run off.

“You’ll love it!” He chuckled.

___

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Drip. Drip.

Spring Bonnie groggily stared in the direction of where a new noise was coming from. It was something he’d heard before, but hadn’t heard it in some time.

Footsteps. Someone was here—wherever ‘here’ was. They’d never left the room. They couldn’t. Who...?

He didn’t have to wonder for long. A few moments later, a man burst into the room—he looked rather panicked. In his left hand was an axe, which was promptly tossed aside.

The man looked... a little different at least, but was still rather recognizable—at least to Spring Bonnie. Mr. Afton...?

Drip.

Drip.

The yellow rabbit had assumed that it was only him—but if he was running, and seemed scared...

Spring Bonnie stared, startled, when five small figures appeared behind Mr. Afton. They were all rather short—somewhat see-through, and each had masks.

One had a Chica mask, the one across from her had a Foxy mask—then a Bonnie mask, and a Freddy mask. Then, one had a yellow Freddy mask.

It sort of reminded Spring Bonnie of Fredbear—but with the hat, it was black. Black tears were spilling from the eye holes of the mask.

The yellow rabbit kept staring. They knew those figures. They recognized those ghosts. They were all something that the animatronic wouldn’t forget.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

The children...? Spring Bonnie had heard of ghosts—they were something that he somewhat believed in, but had never imagined seeing.

The ghost with the Golden Freddy mask—which Spring Bonnie had to assume was Cassidy—he remembered her hair—began approaching Mr. Afton.

The other ghost’s simply remained where they had first appeared, watching the two of them. What is she going to do? She seemed angry.

“Stay away!” Mr. Afton, as he backed away from the approaching ghost girl, began looking around in a panic.

The yellow rabbit would have frowned when they realized that Mr. Afton had spotted them. He was grinning now as he hurried over.

Drip.

In an instant, Mr. Afton was by the animatronic’s side, and hurriedly began putting Spring Bonnie on. The children watched, glancing at each other.

Drip.

Mr. Afton, wearing the yellow rabbit, took a few small steps towards the group of ghosts. Spring Bonnie heard a noise from the man—laughter.

The ghosts glared, yet none of them got any closer. They stared at the two—but seemed to be watching something else.

Drip.

Spring Bonnie heard it. They hadn’t been focusing on it much—it hadn’t ever hit them while they were stuck in the room yet. They knew what it was, though.

Water. It had been doing that quite often. His best guess was that it was raining, and because of some holes, it was free to come inside.

The yellow rabbit... started to have a feeling on what was about to happen. It felt obvious.

Drip.

Spring Bonnie felt anxious. The last times it had happened, it had never been good—it had hurt. Usually only himself—but then Mr. Afton had a springlock failure once.

It had hurt them both.

Drip.

He felt himself go tense—the rabbit could hear Mr. Afton’s laughter quickly come to a halt. The water had finally started hitting him.

Drip.

Mr. Afton was going to go through another. Spring Bonnie was going to have another. His previous one involved the man—and so was this one.

He’d felt horrible the previous time—he hated seeing Mr. Afton in pain—he hated hearing Mr. Emily panic—he hated hearing the screams.

Drip.

Drip.

The screaming... speaking of which, it had started again. Spring Bonnie wanted to do it, too. But he couldn’t. He remained silent. It was all he could do.

Just like how he had done with the children, the yellow rabbit tried to block out the man’s screaming. The children’s had been worse.

He remembered most of them begging—begging for the rabbit to stop. He remembered them being confused. Sad. Scared.

Drip.

Spring Bonnie didn’t dare look around at himself. He could feel Mr. Afton’s blood beginning to pour through parts of his suit. He didn’t want to see it.

Even if they looked, the rabbit had a feeling that they wouldn’t see a lot for too much longer—they weren’t feeling good. Their vision was getting bad.

Drip.

In the corner of the room, the children remained, all watching. What do they think...? The yellow rabbit found himself wondering.

Drip.

The children kept watching—none saying a single thing. Did they ever think that I wanted to...? What do they think now...?

Drip.

As Spring Bonnie felt himself and Mr. Afton collapse onto the ground, the yellow rabbit realized that he didn’t hear any screaming.

Yet, despite that, the yellow rabbit knew that Mr. Afton was still alive—for now, at least. They knew how long it would be. It wasn’t something instant.

Drip.

When Mr. Afton had gone through the springlocking years ago, Mr. Emily had been there to help him—the man had been sent to a hospital.

The man had gotten help.

This time was different. Of course it was. It was going to stay that way. The man wasn’t going to get help.

Drip.

From where Spring Bonnie lay, he could see the children suddenly disappear from the room—leaving only him and Mr. Afton.

Drip.

Spring Bonnie knew that this was going to be different. Mr. Afton wasn’t going to get help—did anyone know that the man was in this place? Did anyone know what he did?

The yellow rabbit himself wasn’t going to get help, either. The only person that had ever seen him more recently was Mr. Afton.

Did anyone know where either of them were? What’s going to happen?

Drip.

Where’d Fredbear ever go? The yellow rabbit wondered.

Drip.

Is he okay? Will he be okay? Spring Bonnie felt Mr. Afton twitch. A noise escaped him—but it wasn’t much of a scream.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

The yellow rabbit was feeling worse—they knew what was going to happen shortly—and nobody would fix them. He tried not to feel that scared.

I wish I could see him again... A noise escaped again—but Spring Bonnie didn’t think that it was from Mr. Afton. What would he think...?

Drip.

Spring Bonnie had never wanted to harm Mr. Afton—having shoved the springlock idea away rather quickly. But... a part of the rabbit felt... relieved. Happy.

Maybe this was the best option...? The animatronic wondered. He didn’t know what else could be done. Am I bad for feeling that? Thinking this?

Drip.

Drip.

As everything faded—the yellow rabbit feeling himself disappear—shut off—one last thought presented itself. He would’ve smiled wider if he could.

Mr. Afton won’t be able to harm anyone again...

[cyber-streak-extra]

Just a (sentient) Spring Bonnie fic that I was wanting to do for a while :) @maraariana01

Title: The Rabbit’s Sorrow

Description: Spring Bonnie remembered what they were supposed to do——entertain children and make them happy. Now, he deals with the consequences of the opposite.

TW: Character Death+Blood.

The yellow rabbit blinked. Scanning the area, they recognized that they were standing atop the stage in the diner. A man—Mr. Emily—was walking away.

He watched the man for a few seconds, before turning to his left. There, Fredbear stood patiently, messing with his purple bow tie.

Spring Bonnie knew what was going to happen—and they assumed that the bear knew, too. Mr. Emily and Mr. Afton had been talking about it for a while.

Before today, the yellow rabbit remembered performing—although, with those few times, it had been different. It hadn’t been when the diner was open.

Both Mr. Emily and Mr. Afton had their own children. They remembered him and Fredbear getting to meet them all, and perform. It was more of practice, the rabbit figured.

Today was going to be different, though. He and the bear knew that. Today, the diner was going to open up.

“Spring Bonnie?”

“Fredbear?”

The two animatronics stared at the other as they spoke in unison. The rabbit’s ears twitched. “Sorry, Fredbear.” He gave a tiny smile.

Fredbear held out a hand. “It’s alright, Spring Bonnie.” The bear assured. “Do you want to...?”

The rabbit’s ears twitched again, ever so slightly beginning to lower. Spring Bonnie sighed. “Are you... nervous? Even just a little?”

Shaking his head, Fredbear moved from his spot, and inched closer to the yellow rabbit. He placed a hand on their shoulder.

“No...” He began, “But, Spring, I’m sure that everything will be alright.” What’s the worst that could happen?

Staying silent, the yellow rabbit only nodded. They trusted their friend—he didn’t have a reason not to—the bear was probably right.

___

Shortly after being worn by Mr. Afton again—after he’d finished, Spring Bonnie found himself unable to remember anything after that. Had they been shut off?

Letting out a shaky breath—one that the rabbit didn’t need—Spring Bonnie slumped against the wall, ears twitching and lowering.

Spring Bonnie could remember their purpose very well—to make children happy. To entertain them. Fredbear had been made to do that, too. Of course he had.

Although, the yellow rabbit had quickly discovered that there were two different ways that he and Fredbear would get to be able to perform.

Animatronic Mode—what he was in right now—and Suit Mode. The yellow rabbit... didn’t like that last one very much. But it never seemed to bother Fredbear.

When in Suit Mode—usually being worn by Mr. Afton—Spring Bonnie always noticed how they could see and hear, but unable to do anything else—like control himself.

Despite that, the yellow rabbit had assumed—had hoped—that everything would be alright—that nothing bad would happen—whether they were in Suit Mode or not.

As Spring Bonnie stared down at his hands, stained red and yet to be clean, the yellow rabbit had a feeling that nothing would be alright. Not after that.

___

They’d messed with the door, but only once. The yellow rabbit hadn’t really been trying that hard to begin with. He didn’t want to leave when he looked how he did.

Either way, when he’d chosen to mess with the door nearly an hour ago, it hadn’t budged. It was locked, it seemed. Mr. Afton’s doing, the rabbit had assumed.

They knew the room well enough—it was where Mr. Afton had been deciding to keep him, and the yellow rabbit had gotten bored pretty quickly.

Spring Bonnie’s ears, already rather low, went down further, covering the yellow rabbit’s eyes. It only happened to be himself in the room, nobody else.

His memories, for some time now, had been... iffy. They couldn’t understand why. But, there were parts that weren’t coming to him at all, or seemed... blurred?

Spring Bonnie had to lift their ears up as he scanned the room. Where are you, Fredbear?

Placing a hand on the wall beside him, he used his other to pull an old box closer. Then, the yellow rabbit began to look through it—tossing things around.

Come on, come on... The yellow rabbit continued tossing things around. The box seemed to mostly contain plushies—merchandise—but nothing they wanted—needed.

Shaking, the yellow rabbit continued his search through the large box—maybe he missed something? He needed to get it all off!

Huffing, Spring Bonnie shoved the box away, some of the merchandise spilling out of it as they did so. The animatronic rabbit grabbed at their ears.

A quiet whimper escaped the animatronic. “W-Why did he have to...” They trailed off as their eyes spotted the wall beside himself.

It was his handprint—the wall was stained, too, with the yellow rabbit’s bloody hand. Spring Bonnie flinched, letting go of their ears, which lowered once more.

He could notice how both of his ears were red now, too.

___

The yellow rabbit’s ears twitched at a sudden sound, breaking the silence that had lasted for nearly half an hour. He only looked for a second, before his gaze fell back to the ground.

The source of the noise was Mr. Afton, finally returning, and Spring Bonnie had felt himself tense. Mr. Afton seemed to be holding something.

Spring Bonnie could hear the door shut again, followed by footsteps approaching, but they didn’t look up. They didn’t say anything, either.

He didn’t even know what to say after what had happened. The animatronic didn’t know what to do. Was there anything that he could? He hadn’t been able to prevent anything.

For a moment, the yellow rabbit’s gaze drifted down to one of his hands. They wondered if there was something that they could do to Mr. Afton. He was close enough.

Just as quickly as they had started to raise a hand, considering getting up on their feet, the yellow rabbit had, just as quickly, stopped.

Letting out an unnecessary sigh, Spring Bonnie’s ears twitched at the familiar voice of Mr. Afton. He sounded annoyed. “Made more of a mess, I see...”

The animatronic just remained still, shutting his eyes.

___

From where the both of them stood, Spring Bonnie could spot a little girl with blonde hair. She seemed to be in the middle of playing one of the games.

But... she looked sad. The rabbit could understand that. And he wished that there was something that he could do for her. He thought he was good at comforting.

There had been sad or distressed children at the diner before. Both the rabbit and the bear usually tried to help—they thought Fredbear was the best at it.

Mr. Emily always tried helping out with a lot, too—whether just as himself, or when he was in the bear—when the animatronic happened to be in Suit Mode.

Spring Bonnie couldn’t recall a time where Mr. Afton ever really did much—it didn’t seem like he was that good of a comforter, compared to Mr. Emily.

A quiet chuckle escaped—yet it didn’t belong to the animatronic—it had been Mr. Afton. Controlling the suit, the two of them began approaching the young girl.

Spring Bonnie knew what was going to happen. They knew what Mr. Afton was going to do. He had mentioned it—and he had seemed so... happy.

If it were possible, they wanted to stop this—if it were possible, they wanted to help the girl. But it wasn’t. As long as Mr. Afton had him in Suit Mode...

Spring Bonnie took a quick look around, and realized that the two of them had moved. How had he not realized? Looking down, he saw the girl.

“He’s not really dead...” Mr. Afton spoke up, alerting the young girl of the presence behind her. She turned away from the game, sniffling.

The yellow rabbit noticed how he was doing some sort of voice, yet it wasn’t the first time. Mr. Afton never seemed to use his real voice when wearing them.

Wiping at her eyes, the girl stared up. “H-Huh...?”

If it were possible, Spring Bonnie would have frowned. The girl’s dog... he’d heard Mr. Afton say something about it.

Please, don’t listen to him! The yellow rabbit tried to get the words out, he wanted to warn her, but unfortunately, they remained thoughts.

“He is over here,” Mr. Afton continued. Not taking his eyes off of her, he pointed in the direction of another room—Spring Bonnie knew that it was only for employees.

He’d never seen it before, but, other children had been rather curious about the room—even trying to use it as a hiding spot for hide and seek.

“Follow me...”

Don’t listen! Please, don’t! He’s not there! The rabbit’s voice remained unheard.

Mr. Afton had crouched down—Spring Bonnie had crouched down—getting more to the girl’s level. A yellow paw was held out in front of her now.

The girl stared, before a smile started to spread, and she took hold of it. No!

“What’s your name?”

“S... Susie.”

“Well... let’s get you to your puppy, Susie.”

___

Spring Bonnie had assumed that there was only one box in the room—and he’d already looked around in it earlier. What he wanted hadn’t been in there.

However, as the yellow rabbit paced around, they tripped over something—managing to grab the table nearby, so that he didn’t fall.

Ow. Carefully letting go of the table, the yellow rabbit looked down, and spotted a box. It wasn’t the same one as before, though. He could tell that.

The original box had been surprisingly small, and was white. He’d left it in another part of the room, anyways.

This one, however, was a bit larger, and was a dark brown. It didn’t seem like it had been opened yet—at least by the yellow rabbit.

Ears twitching, Spring Bonnie lowered himself, staring at the box. He messed around with the tape that was on it for a couple of seconds.

Once the tape was off—but partially on their hand, and as the rabbit tried to get it off and on the ground, they opened the box with the tape less hand.

Peering into the box, there didn’t seem to be too much inside of it—at least compared to the other one, that had contained quite a lot of merchandise.

The rabbit’s ears shot up upon spotting something. Something familiar. He hurriedly began moving the other items in the box, so that he could reach it easier.

Carefully, the yellow rabbit pulled out a purple hat. Spring Bonnie knew that there were other hats—including others with the same color. There wasn’t ever just one.

There was never just one of anything—including the rabbit himself. He’d seen other suits before—in the parts and service area once—and the employees only room.

It was... strange.

Despite that, Spring Bonnie knew. They knew who the hat belonged to—he knew that it was the right one—it belonged to his friend. It was easy to recognize.

Ears slowly lowering, the rabbit held the purple hat close to their chest.

___

The two of them were wandering. Mr. Afton had chosen to be more out in the open this time—rather than simply watching from the corner, like before.

During that process, it seemed like he had rather quickly spotted someone—that he had chosen who would be next.

A young boy was up ahead at one of the tables—it wasn’t his first time being here, Mr. Afton knew. He grinned behind the yellow rabbit’s mask.

If the man wasn’t stopped, then it would be the boy’s last time, Spring Bonnie realized.

He didn’t know what he could do—he didn’t want the same thing to happen. They hadn’t been able to stop Mr. Afton from taking the young girl—Susie.

She’d looked so... terrified. She sounded so terrified.

Given that the boy had a plushie of the animatronic—which was across the table at the moment—and he was talking about him—Spring Bonnie assumed that the boy liked Foxy.

The yellow rabbit wasn’t very surprised—who wouldn’t like a pirate fox? A lot of other children seemed to like him, from what they’d heard.

A woman sitting beside the boy, who the rabbit had to guess was his mother, began to stand up. “Fritz?” She spoke gently.

The boy, Fritz, looked up at her. “Hm?”

“I’ll be back in a minute, alright? I’m just going to do to the restroom.”

Fritz nodded. He turned away from his mother as she began walking away, reaching to take another bite from a slice of pizza.

When he felt himself beginning to walk again—or, rather, Mr. Afton, the rabbit attempted to come to a stop. However, the yellow rabbit continued. Mr. Afton, stop!

Before anything was said, Fritz seemed to hear the footsteps, and turned, dropping his pizza back onto the plate. He waved.

The yellow rabbit waved back. “Hello, kiddo!”

Fritz waved again, smiling. Although the boy didn’t say anything, remaining silent.

“Do you like Foxy, kiddo?”

Fritz’s smile was quick to grow, and he immediately nodded. Oh...

He’s... he’s bad! Fritz, don’t listen to him! Don’t listen to Mr. Afton! The yellow rabbit wished that the words would actually come out—that they would be heard.

They hadn’t been heard earlier with Susie—he was never heard when he was in Suit Mode—unless it was Mr. Afton. Mr. Afton shouldn’t be heard right now.

“You know,” Mr Afton continued, his own grin growing. “Foxy wanted to see you!”

Staring with widened eyes now, Fritz pointed at himself, raising an eyebrow. No, no no, no...

The yellow rabbit nodded his head. “He needs help! Your help!”

Upon hearing that, Fritz immediately got out of his chair. He looked around for a second, before back up at the rabbit.

The yellow rabbit held out a large yellow paw in front of the boy. “Follow me, kiddo! Let’s go help Foxy!”

Fritz reached forward, taking hold of the animatronic’s fuzzy paw.

___

Spring Bonnie sat at the edge of a small table in the room, feet slowly swinging, as Fredbear’s hat remained close to his chest. They didn’t plan on letting it go.

I should have tried harder. The yellow rabbit’s grip on the hat tightened, and his ears remained lowered. I could have stopped him..

But they hadn’t. Despite wanting to, they hadn’t been able to prevent what had happened. Those kids were gone—and he had been apart of it.

They’d trusted him. They’d trusted Spring Bonnie. Not the man wearing and using the rabbit in the moment. Not the man using him to take their lives away.

While their memory hadn’t been the best for a while—even with far more recent moments—Spring Bonnie could remember all of the kids. They could remember their voices—screams...

They remembered each of the kids being so terrified. There was confusion at first—at Foxy not being there, or a puppy not being there, or...

Confusion—shortly followed by becoming frightened. Or, confusion, followed by bits of excitement—figuring something was hidden—and then fright.

“Did they... did they think I wanted to...?” The yellow rabbit wondered aloud, voice barely above a whisper.

It was a rather distressing thought. It was something they’d never wanted to do—they didn’t dream of ever harming a child. Why would they ever want to?

He’d seen Fritz’s before she left for a moment—the rabbit had seen all of the children’s loved ones. Nobody had been aware what was going to happen. How would they know?

The animatronic hadn’t really seen any of them after that. He couldn’t tell when it had happened—how long had it been already? How were the parents?

Were they trying to find their children? If a search was happening, how long had it been going on for? It had felt like yesterday when Mr. Afton had used him for that.

However, the animatronic rabbit had a feeling that it had been a little longer than that. Everything felt rather slow, though.

How were the parents handling everything? None of them knew what had truly happened—the truth. Did they have hope that their children would be found? Found alive?

What was going to happen if everything was figured out? How would they handle it all? I’m sorry..

When Mr. Afton had been using him, Spring Bonnie had thought back to his springlocks. For a moment, he thought that he could take back control—maybe use his springlocks to stop the man.

But... they knew everything about their springlocks. In the past, there had been some accidents. A few times when in Animatronic Mode, and once, way earlier, with Mr. Afton inside.

Unlike the previous moments, it hadn’t been caused by water—he couldn’t remember what exactly had been the cause, though. Maybe Mr. Afton had done something wrong?

Despite wanting to stop the man, the yellow rabbit hadn’t wanted to hurt him—they didn’t want to hurt anyone. So, attempting to use those had been crossed out.

They didn’t like the springlocks very much.

___

The yellow rabbit’s ears twitched at the new noise. It wasn’t much of a good one—crying, Spring Bonnie realized. Didn’t that mean someone was sad? What was wrong?

It sounded like a child. While the Diner wasn’t open yet today, the rabbit knew that Mr. Emily and Mr. Afton were here. The two’s children were usually brought here with them.

Charlotte—Mr. Emily’s daughter, was rather sweet. Spring Bonnie remembered a time where she had given him and Fredbear some drawings.

There was Michael, Mr. Afton’s eldest—the boy aways had a Foxy mask with him. Spring Bonnie had taken notice to three other boys a few times—they had their own masks, too.

With how the crying sounded, the animatronic doubted that it could be Michael, though. He didn’t recall him being brought here today, either.

Then, there was Mr. Afton’s younger children—Elizabeth and Evan. The younger boy always seemed nervous about Fredbear—but he carried around a plushie.

“Fred?”

The yellow bear looked up from the ground, and towards the yellow rabbit, his own ears twitching. “Are you hearing that, too?”

Spring Bonnie nodded. As he started to get off of the little stage, the rabbit glanced back at his friend. “Let’s go. Maybe we can help them?”

Fredbear let out a quiet hum in response. He set his microphone down, and hopped off of the stage—stumbling for a moment, but he didn’t fall.

Remaining by each other’s side, the animatronics began to wander, trying to find where the crying was coming from—and the source.

Fredbear came to a sudden stop, and tapped Spring Bonnie on the shoulder. The rabbit turned their head to look at the bear. “Hm?”

The animatronic bear pointed, and Spring Bonnie followed along. He was pointing at a room towards the right. It wasn’t too far from their stage.

The door was closed, and while muffled, the crying was closer. Spring Bonnie couldn’t remember where the door led to—or what the room was used for.

“Hello?” The rabbit gently called out. He moved towards it, Fredbear following behind him. While there wasn’t an answer, Spring Bonnie opened it.

In the corner of the room, he spotted the source of the noise. It was Mr. Afton’s youngest son, Evan. He held a plushie close to him tightly.

“Hey...” That caught the child’s attention—looking up at them after a second with watery eyes. He scooted back ever so slightly.

Slowly, Spring Bonnie took a step inside. He glanced back for a moment, only to find Fredbear partially hiding himself. His ears twitched.

“I know how he feels,” The bear whispered, “He doesn’t need to see me right now. I don’t want to make him more stressed, Spring.”

Humming, Spring Bonnie turned back around, focusing on the young boy. He took slow steps, before kneeling down. He tried not to be too close—he wanted to give him enough space.

“Hey, buddy... what’s wrong?”

The boy just sniffled in response. He opened his mouth for a second, seemingly to say something, but all that came out was a cry.

The rabbit knew of his springlocks—what could happen—and how they were typically set off. The rabbit knew what typically caused him to malfunction. But, they could try to be careful.

Spring Bonnie spread his arms. “Hey, kiddo... want to come here? It’s okay.”

Evan stared at the yellow rabbit in front of him, wiping at his eyes with one hand—while the other kept a grip on the Fredbear plushie.

A few seconds passed, and the young boy started to make his way over to where the yellow rabbit was. He fully sat down, instead of being crouched.

Sniffling, Evan hugged the fuzzy rabbit, and Spring Bonnie carefully wrapped his arms around him. “It’s alright...”

___

Spring Bonnie hadn’t been able to help it—they’d just felt rather curious. They’d looked out through the window a couple of times, but had never gone out.

They’d always wanted to go out, even if it was for just a few minutes or so. There wasn’t really anything that he wanted to do—he just wanted to be out there.

He remembered speaking to Fredbear about it once or twice. And while his friend seemed a little curious, he never seemed to want to actively go out.

After going through the front doors, Spring Bonnie simply stood there, staring up at the sky. He could see things flying above him—birds, if he remembered right?

Looking at the sky, there were a lot of clouds up there today. There wasn’t much blue that they could see through those—or the sun.

Drip. Spring Bonnie’s ears twitched, and then they looked around for a second. Yet, they didn’t see anything that could have been the source of that.

Drip. Drip. Drip. They looked around further. For a second, Spring Bonnie thought that he saw something hit the ground near him.

“Spring?” While somewhat distant, they could still recognize Fredbear’s voice from inside the Diner. He was finally active, it seemed.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. As the yellow rabbit turned to look back towards the doors, he flinched at the sudden feeling of something hitting him.

It wasn’t hard or anything—but... rather weird. Something wet? Wet—it made them feel weird... and a little bad. Not good. What was it?

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

The feeling wasn’t good. Spring Bonnie began to back up as it continued—was it getting worse? They could feel themselves beginning to twitch—shake. Their vision was... glitching?

The yellow rabbit shuddered at a sudden feeling of... pain? Pain? Through his glitching vision, he looked up—the wet stuff was coming from the sky.

Spring Bonnie felt himself start to fall back.

~

“Spring?”

Fredbear? The yellow rabbit felt his ears twitch. Why did he sound so... concerned? “Spring Bonnie?”

Starting to see again—which, thankfully, their vision didn’t seem so... weird, like earlier, Spring Bonnie started to look around.

He wasn’t outside any longer. He was back inside the Diner—in the room that was used for repairs—and also happened to contain other suits.

To their right, Fredbear sat. His ears were lowered, and with one hand, he held one of the yellow rabbit’s.

“Fredbear?”

“Spring Bonnie,” The yellow rabbit turned away from his friend at the other voice—Mr. Emily’s. He was standing in front of the two.

“What were you doing outside?”

“I just... it looked nice. It was nice.” The yellow rabbit answered after a moment, moving closer to the yellow bear.

“Fredbear told me he saw you out there when he activated. He saw you collapse, and came to me, all panicked.” Mr. Emily explained.

Spring Bonnie glanced back at his friend—if it were possible, the rabbit would have frowned—both of them would have. “Something hit me...”

“It’s raining outside.” Mr. Emily answered.

“Raining?” The yellow rabbit’s ears twitched. “Why did that... why’d it cause me to do that?”

“Well,” The man started.

___

The last time he’d seen the children... Spring Bonnie couldn’t entirely recall. Evan... the boy was going to have a birthday. It was going to happen at the Diner.

No. Spring Bonnie shook their head. They messed with Fredbear’s hat, before placing it atop their head. With their ears lowered, it wasn’t much of a problem.

It already happened. His birthday happened. The yellow rabbit could remember discussions of it here and there—and then the events... mostly.

Misty. Foggy. Blocked. That’s what he’d taken to referring to his iffy memories. It was the best thing that the yellow rabbit could come up with.

He remembered Mr. Afton arriving at the diner that day—Evan close behind him, holding the Fredbear plushie close like usual. He’d seemed more nervous than usual.

Michael had arrived a little later—wearing his Foxy mask, like usual. They could remember the teenager’s friends with him—each with a different mask.

The yellow rabbit could recall everything up until Evan, Michael, and the teen’s friends started to make their way towards the stage.

He didn’t understand why Evan was always messed with—were siblings always like that? The yellow rabbit wouldn’t know. He didn’t have one.

Mr. Afton and Mr. Emily’s children... Spring Bonnie hoped that they were alright. They hadn’t seen any of them in some time. Do they know?

Are they alright? Spring Bonnie shifted around slightly, staring towards the door for a moment, before down at their hands. Did he do anything?

___

A boy, just a little older than Susie and Fritz by the looks of it, was wandering around—almost seeming a little lost. Mr. Afton...

Just like the previous times, as the two of them made their way to the boy, the yellow rabbit’s attempts weren’t doing anything.

Springlocks... He heard pop up within his mind. The yellow rabbit knew how they worked—but he himself had never activated those willingly.

Every other time it had happened—so far, they’d counted four, it had been on accident for one reason or another. Mostly water.

The springlocks hurt. Hurt him—and Mr. Afton. He’d been in Suit Mode the time the last accident occurred—and the man had been wearing him.

Spring Bonnie wanted to stop him. He did. But to hurt him? Hurt anyone purposely? Even with what the man was doing, he didn’t want to hurt him—or worse.

Even if the yellow rabbit chose to go through with that idea, he didn’t know how to activate the springlocks by himself—he couldn’t do anything right now.

“What’s the matter, kiddo?”

The boy looked up, frowning. “I... didn’t mean to get separated from her. There’s just... a lot of people here, and...” He trailed off.

“Your mother?”

The young boy nodded.

Mr. Afton clapped his—the yellow rabbit’s—hands together. “Oh, dear...” He hummed. “Well, kiddo, I’ve got some good news!”

Without waiting for a response from the boy, he continued. “I know where your mother is! She’s worried sick.”

“She is?” His frown grew.

As he nodded, the boy spoke up again. “Can... can you take me to her, please? I don’t want to let her keep worrying...”

“Why, of course!” Mr. Afton hummed. He reached down, carefully picking up the kid. The boy was a bit surprised, but was rather relaxed.

As the three of them began walking away, Mr. Afton glanced back at the kid in his arms. “What’s your name?”

“Gabriel.”

___

Looking around... this didn’t seem like the same place, Spring Bonnie realized. Where he’d been in before, it was much smaller, and there were a few boxes and a table.

This was different, though. This room was somewhat bigger, and there wasn’t much in there except for three gray arcade machines.

What? Ears twitching, Spring Bonnie looked around further, yet there really didn’t seem to be much else. The room seemed rather old, too.

What am I doing here? Slowly, the yellow rabbit began to rise. Who had moved them? Had Mr. Afton come by and done so for whatever reason?

He didn’t remember the man coming by recently. But then again, the rabbit’s memories still hadn’t been great.

Thinking back, everything was starting to get misty—foggy—just like the memories that were further back. But it wasn’t like they weren’t accessible.

Everything felt like it was starting to get... mashed together. As he spent time in that room, it all, frankly, felt the same.

As the yellow rabbit stood to their full height, ears continuing to twitch, they felt as if... something was missing? But what?

Spring Bonnie lifted a hand to rest atop his head, and that was when it hit the rabbit hard. The rabbit’s eyes widened.

“His hat!” Spring Bonnie shouted aloud, ears shooting straight up. They thought they heard a sort of static in their voice—but that was the least of the animatronic’s worries.

Spring Bonnie knew that he’d been keeping Fredbear’s hat on him. It was either in the rabbit’s hands, or atop his head, in between his ears.

“Where...?” That time, the rabbit could hear the static far more clearly. Spring Bonnie moved away from where he’d been, and began wandering.

Drip. Drip. His ears twitched at the noise, but the rabbit didn’t pay much attention. He took a little mental note to try and be careful.

They hadn’t planned on leaving it—was it hidden somewhere in this room? Had it fallen off when they were being moved? Was it still in the other room?

Where was that other place? Why had they been moved?

___

Struggling, they began moving the last arcade machine back to its original spot. Just like the last two, there wasn’t anything—not the hat.

The yellow rabbit lifted their head, no longer staring down at the ground. They froze, staring at their hands that rested against the arcade machine.

Spring Bonnie had sworn that they were fine—that his hands had been clean. However, staring at them now, both were stained. They were red. There was blood.

The yellow rabbit stumbled backwards, his stained hands—his body—beginning to shake. “N-No... no...”

The animatronic kept going backwards in his panic—at least until he felt himself hit the wall behind him. There, the yellow rabbit stood, shaking.

They shut their eyes tightly, a whimper escaping the rabbit. Spring Bonnie slid down, sitting in the old, lonely room.

He’d never liked anything being this quiet. The only noises from within the room were the rabbit’s own noises, and an occasional drip.

When Spring Bonnie reopened his eyes a moment later, not bothering to move his ears, a wave of confusion—yet at the same time, relief, hit the rabbit.

Staring down at their hands, they were... clean. There was nothing—there was no blood—on them any longer.

___

Spring Bonnie remained silent—no longer trying to speak. Despite their attempts, nothing had been working. He wasn’t able to warn anyone.

Mr. Afton was simply continuing, and all the yellow rabbit was able to do was watch. Has he always wanted to do this...?

The two of them began approaching another child. He’d just gotten something—although Spring Bonnie couldn’t tell what—as a prize. It looked like a plushie.

Leaving that area, he began walking off—seemingly towards where some of the games were. I thought he was good... nice...

Using the yellow rabbit’s arm, Mr. Afton moved the big ears—which had been lowered, blocking his sight. He moved them back up.

Both of them knew the kid’s name. Spring Bonnie thought that he heard a woman’s voice say “Jeremy.” He couldn’t see where the boy’s parents could be.

They’d been hoping that someone would see the two of them—that they’d see Mr. Afton—that someone would take Jeremy away. Maybe because it was time for him to go home.

Yet, that wasn’t happening. Nobody was preventing the terrible events. Spring Bonnie couldn’t—the children’s parents weren’t ever close by. Gabriel had even been lost—separated.

As the two of them stopped next to Jeremy, Spring Bonnie glanced towards the game for a moment. All of them seemed rather fun—but they’d never gotten the chance to play any.

It seemed like a lot of children liked one that he’d seen earlier—the one Susie had been playing before Mr. Afton came around. Although, he didn’t know the name.

Jeremy was staring up at the two of them—at the yellow rabbit. “Hey, kid.”

“Yes?”

“I’ve got a big surprise for you!” Mr. Afton began, chuckling. “Let’s just say that it might involve some cake—some special treats—and certain blue bunny!”

“Oops!” Mr. Afton placed a hand over the yellow rabbit’s permanently grinning mouth. “I think I just ruined the surprise... didn’t I?”

Completely forgetting about the game, Jeremy moved closer, shaking his head. He reached forward, grabbing the yellow rabbit’s other hand.

“No, no! It’s alright, Spring Bonnie.” Jeremy answered. It isn’t me...

“Come on, let’s go!”

He chuckled, then nodded, removing his hand. “Alright!”

___

As the rabbit laid there, having not moved for some time—what was the time?—how much time has gone by already... even more?—he began to think further.

Drip. Drip. Drip. The yellow rabbit barely paid much attention to it—it wasn’t near him, anyways. However, it did seem to be happening in more areas.

What if they had been able to do something? Anything? Was there anything that the yellow rabbit could have done to prevent what Mr. Afton had done?

What if he had, somehow, managed to control himself? Get himself back into Animatronic Mode, not Suit Mode. What if he had been able to say something?

If they had ever been able to do anything, then the children would be alright—they’d be perfectly okay. He wouldn’t have been used to harm them. Mr. Afton wouldn’t have been able to do it.

The parents wouldn’t have lost their children—they’d all still have them. They wouldn’t need to be scared or worried—none of them would be needing to grieve.

Maybe the rabbit should have tried harder.

Drip. Drip.

___

“Hello!” The yellow rabbit tiredly stared down—fully seeing once Mr. Afton moved their ears again. He seemed just a little annoyed about that.

In front of the two of them, he saw another kid—how many had Mr. Afton lured already? What number was she going to be? The rabbit hadn’t been counting.

The girl had long black hair—long enough that it was, currently, held together in a ponytail. Compared to the other children Spring Bonnie had seen, she seemed somewhat older.

They were all still young, though. They were all still just children. Children that didn’t deserve this. Any of it.

Like Jeremy, Spring Bonnie thought that he had caught her name earlier—although, he couldn’t fully remember it. It had started with a C.

The black-haired girl stared up, backing up slightly. Yet she didn’t leave. Please do... you need to...

Spring Bonnie dived into his mind—thinking back to previous moments. Better moments. He thought he could still hear the two of them—Mr. Afton and the girl.

They didn’t want to hear him. They didn’t want to hear what he was saying. They didn’t want to hear panic—the screams. Why is this happening...?

Why did it have to be happening at all? What did the children do to deserve this? Spring Bonnie had a feeling that the answer was nothing. They didn’t do anything for this.

The children were innocent, Spring Bonnie knew that. They were here at the restaurant for one reason or another—the place was supposed to bring joy, he knew that, too.

Spring Bonnie didn’t want to be used for this. This new purpose that Mr. Afton had chosen to use him for. Does he enjoy this? Why?

The yellow rabbit snapped back to his surroundings when he felt his hand move. Looking down, it was being held out for the girl.

“Come along, Cassidy.”

The girl—Cassidy, stood there for a moment, staring at the fuzzy hand. Spring Bonnie hadn’t been listening, but he wondered what Mr. Afton had told her.

They’d been listening when Mr. Afton had spoken to the other children. Maybe to see one of the others? They wished they could frown.

Cassidy reached over, taking hold of the yellow rabbit’s hand. Mr. Afton held it tightly, so that she wouldn’t be able to run off.

“You’ll love it!” He chuckled.

___

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Drip. Drip.

Spring Bonnie groggily stared in the direction of where a new noise was coming from. It was something he’d heard before, but hadn’t heard it in some time.

Footsteps. Someone was here—wherever ‘here’ was. They’d never left the room. They couldn’t. Who...?

He didn’t have to wonder for long. A few moments later, a man burst into the room—he looked rather panicked. In his left hand was an axe, which was promptly tossed aside.

The man looked... a little different at least, but was still rather recognizable—at least to Spring Bonnie. Mr. Afton...?

Drip.

Drip.

The yellow rabbit had assumed that it was only him—but if he was running, and seemed scared...

Spring Bonnie stared, startled, when five small figures appeared behind Mr. Afton. They were all rather short—somewhat see-through, and each had masks.

One had a Chica mask, the one across from her had a Foxy mask—then a Bonnie mask, and a Freddy mask. Then, one had a yellow Freddy mask.

It sort of reminded Spring Bonnie of Fredbear—but with the hat, it was black. Black tears were spilling from the eye holes of the mask.

The yellow rabbit kept staring. They knew those figures. They recognized those ghosts. They were all something that the animatronic wouldn’t forget.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

The children...? Spring Bonnie had heard of ghosts—they were something that he somewhat believed in, but had never imagined seeing.

The ghost with the Golden Freddy mask—which Spring Bonnie had to assume was Cassidy—he remembered her hair—began approaching Mr. Afton.

The other ghost’s simply remained where they had first appeared, watching the two of them. What is she going to do? She seemed angry.

“Stay away!” Mr. Afton, as he backed away from the approaching ghost girl, began looking around in a panic.

The yellow rabbit would have frowned when they realized that Mr. Afton had spotted them. He was grinning now as he hurried over.

Drip.

In an instant, Mr. Afton was by the animatronic’s side, and hurriedly began putting Spring Bonnie on. The children watched, glancing at each other.

Drip.

Mr. Afton, wearing the yellow rabbit, took a few small steps towards the group of ghosts. Spring Bonnie heard a noise from the man—laughter.

The ghosts glared, yet none of them got any closer. They stared at the two—but seemed to be watching something else.

Drip.

Spring Bonnie heard it. They hadn’t been focusing on it much—it hadn’t ever hit them while they were stuck in the room yet. They knew what it was, though.

Water. It had been doing that quite often. His best guess was that it was raining, and because of some holes, it was free to come inside.

The yellow rabbit... started to have a feeling on what was about to happen. It felt obvious.

Drip.

Spring Bonnie felt anxious. The last times it had happened, it had never been good—it had hurt. Usually only himself—but then Mr. Afton had a springlock failure once.

It had hurt them both.

Drip.

He felt himself go tense—the rabbit could hear Mr. Afton’s laughter quickly come to a halt. The water had finally started hitting him.

Drip.

Mr. Afton was going to go through another. Spring Bonnie was going to have another. His previous one involved the man—and so was this one.

He’d felt horrible the previous time—he hated seeing Mr. Afton in pain—he hated hearing Mr. Emily panic—he hated hearing the screams.

Drip.

Drip.

The screaming... speaking of which, it had started again. Spring Bonnie wanted to do it, too. But he couldn’t. He remained silent. It was all he could do.

Just like how he had done with the children, the yellow rabbit tried to block out the man’s screaming. The children’s had been worse.

He remembered most of them begging—begging for the rabbit to stop. He remembered them being confused. Sad. Scared.

Drip.

Spring Bonnie didn’t dare look around at himself. He could feel Mr. Afton’s blood beginning to pour through parts of his suit. He didn’t want to see it.

Even if they looked, the rabbit had a feeling that they wouldn’t see a lot for too much longer—they weren’t feeling good. Their vision was getting bad.

Drip.

In the corner of the room, the children remained, all watching. What do they think...? The yellow rabbit found himself wondering.

Drip.

The children kept watching—none saying a single thing. Did they ever think that I wanted to...? What do they think now...?

Drip.

As Spring Bonnie felt himself and Mr. Afton collapse onto the ground, the yellow rabbit realized that he didn’t hear any screaming.

Yet, despite that, the yellow rabbit knew that Mr. Afton was still alive—for now, at least. They knew how long it would be. It wasn’t something instant.

Drip.

When Mr. Afton had gone through the springlocking years ago, Mr. Emily had been there to help him—the man had been sent to a hospital.

The man had gotten help.

This time was different. Of course it was. It was going to stay that way. The man wasn’t going to get help.

Drip.

From where Spring Bonnie lay, he could see the children suddenly disappear from the room—leaving only him and Mr. Afton.

Drip.

Spring Bonnie knew that this was going to be different. Mr. Afton wasn’t going to get help—did anyone know that the man was in this place? Did anyone know what he did?

The yellow rabbit himself wasn’t going to get help, either. The only person that had ever seen him more recently was Mr. Afton.

Did anyone know where either of them were? What’s going to happen?

Drip.

Where’d Fredbear ever go? The yellow rabbit wondered.

Drip.

Is he okay? Will he be okay? Spring Bonnie felt Mr. Afton twitch. A noise escaped him—but it wasn’t much of a scream.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

The yellow rabbit was feeling worse—they knew what was going to happen shortly—and nobody would fix them. He tried not to feel that scared.

I wish I could see him again... A noise escaped again—but Spring Bonnie didn’t think that it was from Mr. Afton. What would he think...?

Drip.

Spring Bonnie had never wanted to harm Mr. Afton—having shoved the springlock idea away rather quickly. But... a part of the rabbit felt... relieved. Happy.

Maybe this was the best option...? The animatronic wondered. He didn’t know what else could be done. Am I bad for feeling that? Thinking this?

Drip.

Drip.

As everything faded—the yellow rabbit feeling himself disappear—shut off—one last thought presented itself. He would’ve smiled wider if he could.

Mr. Afton won’t be able to harm anyone again...

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@maraariana01

{Series: Lost And Found}

{Title: It’s Been So Long}

{Chapter: 1}

{Chapter Description: No longer wandering, the rabbit has more time to sit around and think——and listen.}

The bunny had never liked it once he’d discovered it—the weird event that occurred whenever it struck a certain time—one that he still didn’t know.

It had always surprised him the first few times—surprise, mixed with confusion. Though, the first part had eventually turned into annoyance.

Did they ever figure it out? It had happened at rather... inconvenient times, every now and then. He’d been at the door multiple times, with the worker not noticing him.

Maybe I should have asked them about the time. Sometimes, it hadn’t just been him—sometimes, he’d be at one of the doors, and one of his friends—Susie, usually, at the other.

From what he could remember, there’s only been two instances where a ‘tag-team’ had actually worked on any of the night-guards.

The first time, it had been him and Susie—the chicken had suggested the idea, the rabbit was certain. The man was put in a suit rather quickly that night.

The second time, however...

The rabbit would have tilted his head. It... who all was it? It had happened on the fourth—and last—of the man’s job. Everyone, usually, had five.

He was always talking. Bonnie noted. The man hadn’t been talking to the rabbit or his friends, Bonnie knew that. It was never to himself, either.

When he’d eventually gotten into the office, the rabbit recalled nearly tripping over something—a phone, maybe? He’d just assumed that it had fallen off the desk during the attack.

Who was he talking to? The rabbit wondered.

Bonnie stared straight ahead. I think... was it all of us? It had to have been, right? Maybe. He couldn’t really go and ask one of his friends about it.

Whenever it happened, it never hurt—Bonnie was pretty relieved about that, but it still felt... weird every now and then. Or... did it hurt one of them? They never said anything...

He hoped that it hadn’t, but the rabbit still didn’t have a way of actually knowing. Back at the pizzeria, it had never crossed his mind to ask about it.

The rabbit found that, whenever it did occur, he simply couldn’t move—couldn’t do anything—except for listening and watching.

He remembered seeing Foxy leave his Cove one night, running through the hallway—but he’d tripped over something the man had left, and then the night-guard’s lucky time happened.

The rabbit would’ve shrugged. I noticed it earlier, not my fault Foxy didn’t. The animatronic hadn’t been able to hold in his giggles.

He would have gone to help the fox up—and help with the night-guard, but the time had been on the man’s side that night.

Although Bonnie knew how it typically was, there was another way... one that the rabbit didn’t like—that he hated.

The time would come around, but instead of still being able to hear and look, there was always... nothing. Nothing at all. He didn’t know what happened between that, and waking up.

Is that supposed to happen? The blue rabbit wondered. Maybe I could try to stop it, like stopping my ears?

Though, the rabbit had a feeling that all of that was easier said than done. It all sounded nice—but he didn’t know how to stop that, or shut off his ears, or...

I’ll just figure it all out later. He hoped, at least.

_____

The blue rabbit slowly wandered through the home, flinching when, upon stepping forward, a creaking noise from below could be heard.

He paused, ears twitching and lowering. Not moving forward, Bonnie took a quick look around the area he was in. Did that...?

Bonnie waited. In the darkness, the blue rabbit looked around a little further—as best as he possibly could, at least.

To his left, the rabbit spotted what had to be the home’s kitchen—it was rather small. He could notice a few counters, and a large fridge.

Though, still a good distance away from it, he couldn’t see everything. He wasn’t wanting to check the kitchen, anyways. He couldn’t eat.

There was a little entryway for it, and he’d have to bend down a lot to get in there. Or climb the counter. The rabbit didn’t want to alert anyone.

Looking away, Bonnie turned towards the right. There was a couch—it took up most of that area, it seemed. Two chairs were near, and a large screen.

While closed, he thought he could make out some doors over there. The rabbit felt tempted to walk over, and check them out.

He could feel himself start to slowly move towards that direction. Maybe just a little peek? It wouldn’t hurt, would it?

If he did it, he’d just get to know the place better, right? The rabbit figured that would be nice—he wasn’t exactly planning on leaving.

Beginning to mess with the strap of his guitar, Bonnie shook his head, quickly forcing his legs to stop. His ears continued to twitch.

No... The rabbit shook his head again. What if it’s something bad there? Slowly, he felt his ears lower. He tried to ignore the noise that followed.

Or what if there’s a lot of stuff crammed in there? He tilted his head, moving a fuzzy paw to lift his ears up. That would cause a lot of noise...

Looking away from that area, Bonnie turned his gaze to what was straight ahead of him. I’ll just do something else.

_____

The animatronic stared at the door to the room. Every so often, he’d hear noises from the other side. Some rather close, other somewhat far.

It mostly seemed to be voices. He heard a lady’s the most. It’s probably the lady I saw last night, the rabbit thought. Or is there another?

He knew that he hadn’t seen—or heard—everyone that had been in this home. For all the rabbit knew, there could simply be two people living here.

Or, there could be a lot more, and the rabbit simply hadn’t heard the rest of them yet. How many could be staying? It all looks pretty big...

Big and comfortable. When he’d first entered the house, he’d noticed the couch to his right. It looked nice, really nice. Could I have laid there? What if I messed it up?

Back at the pizzeria, there hadn’t been anything like that. There was a spinning chair in the office, and then all of the seats for the tables.

Sometimes, a night-guard would bring a few things with them—a lot had actually brought fluffy pillows—a lot of them slept. A lot of them got caught.

Once, after one night-guard had gotten caught on her first night, the rabbit remembered sticking around in the office for a little longer.

He’d messed around with the phone on the desk, and fiddled with the fan, before noticing something that was close to falling off of the chair.

A white, fluffy pillow—soft to the touch. He’d chosen to hold onto it, keeping it close to his chest. More should have brought pillows. Not those hard ones, though...

Bonnie never needed to sleep—not like a human. Although, he’d tried once—he’d tried it, using the same pillow, as there hadn’t been anything else as soft to use.

Nothing had happened.

The next night, after the unfortunate way with the time, the rabbit remembered reaching for where he’d placed the pillow. But, it was gone.

He’d searched the whole restaurant—Susie assisting him in the process, but neither of them had been able to find it. Who took it?

I thought I hid it well. He was sure of it. Under one of the tables was a decent one, wasn’t it? The rabbit thought so.

When he’d first entered the room, he’d noticed a few little things—like another couch. A gray one, that seemed somewhat smaller than the other he’d seen.

The blue rabbit, although he was sitting on the floor, was leaning against it. Feels so nice...

There were two pillows on each side, too. The one on the left was blue, while the one on the right was red. Are these just as soft as the other?

Maybe, when he could start moving around again, he’d use the couch and pillows. I just want to feel comfy. Nobody will mind, will they?

The rabbit wasn’t very sure. The lady didn’t exactly know that he was in the house—not yet, at least. But...

Wait. The rabbit suddenly realized—he would have tilted his head in the process. The lady. Is she alright? She was making a bad noise...

From beyond the door, a new noise began. It sounded distant—but he could still hear it rather clearly. A repetitive beeping.

For now, he tried to ignore it. Although, he was never very good at doing something like that—no matter how hard the rabbit tried.

It’s usually bad, isn’t it? Bonnie wondered. He’d only seen the woman for a moment or two, but he’d heard her for a little longer.

She’d been sniffling a lot. And in the darkness, from where he’d hidden, he thought he saw the lady wiping at her eyes, too.

Back at the pizzeria, he’d seen people cry before for different reasons—children in the day, and night-guards during their shifts.

It almost never seemed to be a good thing. Something was always wrong—none of them seemed happy when the tears were spilt.

The rabbit wanted to frown. What was wrong?

_____

Bonnie moved towards the hallway that sat in front of him. Not wanting to potentially trip over anything, the rabbit kept looking down.

Although, there didn’t really seem to be anything down there that could cause the rabbit to fall. Yet, at least. There were some carpets, though.

Could I trip over those? The animatronic’s ears twitched as he glanced back at one of the carpets, then back at the hallway.

How loud would that be? Bonnie tilted his head. A lot, maybe?

As he kept staring down, Bonnie took notice of something. On the tile, there were quite a lot of noticeable cracks here and there.

Oh. Bonnie groaned. Just like how he had done with the pavement, the rabbit began trying to avoid stepping on any of the cracks.

Although, the rabbit was beginning to discover that, unlike the attempt back on the pavement, that it seemed to be a little harder here. He huffed.

Just as the rabbit began to take another step forward, his ears twitched at a noise coming from somewhere in front of him. It sounded like a door.

Bonnie went tense for a moment, staring. His ears continued to twitch. Uh-oh.

Looking around for a moment, the rabbit spotted an area. Wanting to hurry, but still be quiet, he made his way out of the middle of the room.

Bonnie stood by the wall for a moment, still, before choosing to quickly peek around—but still trying to remain hidden... enough.

With the animatronic’s head peeking around the wall, ears twitching, he spotted someone walking around in the darkness, coming from the right.

A tall woman entered the hallway, her black hair seemingly having been quickly put into a ponytail. She was holding something in her hand.

Bonnie couldn’t get a good look from where he was standing, but whatever it was, it was at least giving the woman some light.

She wasn’t being quiet. The woman was sniffling, and with what he could see, her nose looked a bit red. Hm...

The woman started to take a step forward, before she stopped, and leaned against the wall that was behind her.

As the sniffling continued, the woman used her other hand, moving it up closer towards her face. Bonnie kept watching from his hiding place.

With her hand, she began to hurriedly wipe at her face. Oh... The rabbit watched the woman, before beginning to look around.

That’s... not good. Not good. Bonnie shook his head.

For a moment, an idea appeared in the rabbit’s mind: approach her. Do something. But...

Not good. Bonnie shook his head again. He didn’t know how she would react to a giant bunny suddenly appearing in her home.

The bunny himself didn’t even know what he was supposed to do. Give her a pat on the back? Hug her? Let her play his guitar, until it potentially calmed her?

Bonnie groaned—and immediately placed a fuzzy paw over his mouth. He stared at the woman, slowly blinking, but it didn’t seem like she was hearing any of it.

Still wiping at her eyes, the woman moved away from the wall that she had been leaning against for some time now. She adjusted what she was holding.

“I-It... it’s okay, it’s fine...” She whispered, talking to herself. “You’re fine...”

Bonnie could understand that she was speaking, but as she continued—repeating things to herself, it was getting too difficult to understand the words.

The rabbit heard a noise from behind him, ears twitching once more. But for the moment, he ignored it, staying focused on the lady. Nothing, maybe.

The lady wasn’t saying anything now—yet, she was still sniffling. She placed the light in front of her. She couldn’t see in the dark, he guessed.

With the light in front of her, the lady started to walk, and Bonnie wondered where she was going. He didn’t know any of the other areas.

In a matter of seconds, the woman disappeared through an entryway and a wall, and Bonnie sighed. Well...

Bonnie moved away from the wall, lifting his head up, ears still twitching. While surprised that she hadn’t heard him... it was also a relief.

Unsure of what to do now, the rabbit turned around, and was going to take a few steps forward, but he heard a noise from beside him.

Turning, he spotted the kitchen area—and standing in the entryway of it, and staring right at the rabbit, was a kid.

Bonnie’s arms dropped completely to his sides, followed by his ears dropping. The rabbit wished he could frown. Uh...

“Uh...”

_____

There were a few boxes scattered around the room, Bonnie realized. Admittedly, he felt pretty curious as to what could possibly be in them.

Though, for now, he couldn’t look in any of them. Maybe later, once he was able to to move. Would they notice if anything was opened?

There were a few tiny holes in the closest box, but not large enough so that the rabbit was capable of seeing whatever was stored inside.

Whenever there happened to be something new at the pizzeria—or just anything in a box—the rabbit had always felt rather curious.

Although, barely any of the items that he’d seen were never all that interesting to him. They just seemed like random, boring things.

It never stopped him, alongside Susie, and occasionally Foxy, from opening them up. Freddy and Cassidy never joined them in doing so.

Once, Freddy had tried to stop him and Susie—the bear had simply given a little warning. It hadn’t done that much.

In some of the boxes, Bonnie found bubble-wrap. He’d quickly discovered that he loved it. It was one of the noises that the rabbit enjoyed.

Is there any bubble-wrap in there? He wondered about the other boxes. There was about five in the room... so there would certainly be a lot.

He was never sure if any of the workers had figured out who was messing with all of the boxes. What would they have done?

From beyond the room, he heard a rather loud noise that made the rabbit internally flinch. It sounded like a door slamming.

Can any of them be more quiet? The rabbit huffed. It was never quiet, the rabbit had quickly discovered after entering the room. He hated it.

For however long he’d been in here for, he’d heard a lot of things—such as voices. One, he could recognize as the woman—except louder.

The other, he could recognize as the kid. He couldn’t understand everything that was being said, though—due to them, sometimes, being far.

A couple of hours ago—it had to have been a while, he’d heard another, newer voice. It had sounded a little deep. Another parent?

Bonnie didn’t have a clue as to what this room was supposed to be for—there were the boxes, and then the couch, but that was about it.

Was it simply used for storing things? Or was it a relaxing area, which they had just put a few boxes in until a later date? Or something different?

The rabbit would’ve shrugged. Do any come in here a lot?

There was a window off to the side, but the bunny wasn’t able to look through it, partially because of the blinds being closed.

He wanted to look through it earlier. He still wanted to. Maybe there would be something interesting to look at? The bunny was bored.

Maybe the bunny would be able to watch the cars go by, like how he had watched the cars zipping past back at the pizzeria. That was nice.

_____

Bonnie was only now seeing the kid, but from where they were, he had to guess that they’d just come out of the kitchen—not that they were entering it.

Late night snack? The rabbit thought. It seemed like the most likely option—why else would they be going there? Drink?

Susie had done it a few times, Bonnie remembered. Although, technically, none of them were capable of actually eating anything.

Once in a while, whether there was a night-guard or not, Bonnie had wandered into the kitchen, being greeted by the chicken.

She didn’t need to eat—she wasn’t capable of doing it—but Susie still seemed to like making things in there.

...It was always pizza, though. There wasn’t really anything else, anyways. One night, she’d even given a slice to the night-guard.

The night-guard hadn’t eaten it, though. Bonnie wondered why—Susie had been nice. The pizza had looked pretty good.

The kid looked like they were going to fall asleep—but with the presence of the rabbit in the room, that had certainly prevented that.

Bonnie stared at them, and they stared back, neither moving yet. The kid let out a yawn.

Or were they a teenager? Bonnie couldn’t tell—they looked rather short and young. Although, he guessed that it wasn’t the most important thing right now.

Are they going to...? Bonnie glanced behind himself for a moment, towards the area where he had seen the lady. Was she going to come back?

He turned back around, focusing back on the kid again. Instead of remaining in the same spot, they started to move towards Bonnie.

Bonnie took a few steps forward, before starting to try and lower himself, while holding out his fuzzy paws in front of himself.

Don’t panic, please don’t... Bonnie didn’t change his position. He remained like that, keeping an eye on the kid.

Once they were close enough to the bunny, they finally came to a stop. They yawned. “Are... are you...?” Their voice came out as a whisper.

Using one hand, they lifted it up, and poked at one of Bonnie’s lowered ears, which continued twitching from the noises. He was never able to control it.

Bonnie slowly blinked at the kid, and backed up a little bit, lifting the ear up. Don’t do that, please...

“Uh...” The kid frowned, looking around for a moment, before back at the crouched rabbit. “S-Sorry...?”

Bonnie gave a little thumbs up, followed by a shrug.

“What are-“

Bonnie’s ears shot up, and he turned away from the kid as they’d started to speak, and back behind him. Another noise.

Footsteps. Bonnie was quick to realize, as his ears slowly stopped twitching. Lady?

Hurriedly, Bonnie stood up to his full height, a fuzzy paw grabbing his guitar’s strap, and he began to look around. Hide?

Yes! He nodded to himself. But... where? He remembered where he had hidden a few moments earlier—would that still work?

The kid frowned at the bunny. “Are you...” They started, only to trail off. They also began to look around for a couple of seconds.

They snapped their fingers all of a sudden, and moved closer to the worried rabbit. They reached over, grabbing one of his paws.

Bonnie looked down at them, tilting his head again. What?

With their free hand, they pointed somewhere past the rabbit. Still speaking in a whisper, they said, “Come with me!”

The kid started to walk off, still holding onto the blue rabbit’s paw. Bonnie stared for a second, slowly blinking, before beginning to walk with them.

He could still hear footsteps—ones that weren’t his or the kids, but they didn’t sound all that close yet, at least.

The animatronic wasn’t paying much attention, but he stopped himself from going any further when he realized that the kid had come to a halt.

He stared down at the kid, and gave a little shrug. What now?

The kid let go of the rabbit’s paw, and moved past him. Bonnie moved back a little bit for them, quietly watching.

They looked around for a couple of seconds, before reaching for a handle, and quickly turning it. Bonnie looked around, too.

The door opened, and Bonnie moved a little closer, looking inside. Then, he looked back at the kid.

They whispered to him, “There! In there!”

_____

“I need to go get something.” From beyond the door, Bonnie could hear someone say to someone else. It sounded like the lady.

He thought that he could hear a response to that—but it was far too quiet and muffled. Maybe it’s just three? He wondered.

The rabbit had always known how many were at the pizzeria—all of his friends lived there. There had never been anyone new.

Except for the night-guards, at least. There had always been a lot of new ones. Either because one was in a suit, or because the previous quit.

Near the end, a lot more of them had started quitting—some even right after their first night. Or while it was still happening.

For a while, he remembered a lot of people coming by—for him and his friends, and for the pizza. He heard it was pretty tasty.

A lot of people had usually come—although, he’d never been able to exactly tell just how many—it’d been a bit hard. For the rabbit, at least.

Eventually, people stopped. How come?

Bonnie’s gaze drifted away from the floor, and up towards the door when he heard another noise. Huh?

The bunny looked up just in time to see the door swing open, and see the woman standing in the doorway.

Like how he had seen her earlier, her hair was still in a ponytail, but it didn’t seem as messy as it had. Her eyes were wide.

Bonnie wanted to cover his ears when the woman let out a sudden shout. Stop!

Her noise seemed to alert someone—as Bonnie could hear more footsteps. It sounded like someone was actually running.

Soon enough, a rather tall man—at least taller than the woman, with dark brown hair, came into view. “Carolyn, what...” He trailed off.

He looked away from Carolyn, who hadn’t moved, and instead focused on the inside of the room. Bonnie stared.

He wasn’t all that hidden—there wasn’t anywhere for the rabbit to hide in the room—so he wasn’t surprised when the man caught sight of him, too.

Just as the man pulled Carolyn closer, and opened his mouth to say something, while beginning to back up, Bonnie could hear more footsteps.

It seemed like Carolyn and the man—Bonnie had to assume that it was her her husband, had heard the footsteps, too. They turned.

A few seconds went by, and someone else came into view. Oh! Them! Bonnie realized.

“Mom, what-“ The kid started, looking up at their parents, before looking into the room, too. Bonnie continued to stare—it was all he could do.

The kid gasped. “Rabbit?!” They exclaimed. “You’re real??”

“What.” The man stared.

“J-Jasper?” Carolyn glanced between them and the rabbit sitting beside the couch.

Jasper placed a hand over their mouth. “Um...” They kept glancing between the rabbit and their parents for a moment.

“I-... I was just... um...” Jasper stared down at their feet. “...I thought I was dreaming...”

“...So I helped the big rabbit out...” They quietly added.

“Jasper.”

[cyber-streak-extra]

{Series: Lost And Found}

{Title: It’s Been So Long}

{Chapter: 1}

{Chapter Description: No longer wandering, the rabbit has more time to sit around and think——and listen.}

The bunny had never liked it once he’d discovered it—the weird event that occurred whenever it struck a certain time—one that he still didn’t know.

It had always surprised him the first few times—surprise, mixed with confusion. Though, the first part had eventually turned into annoyance.

Did they ever figure it out? It had happened at rather... inconvenient times, every now and then. He’d been at the door multiple times, with the worker not noticing him.

Maybe I should have asked them about the time. Sometimes, it hadn’t just been him—sometimes, he’d be at one of the doors, and one of his friends—Susie, usually, at the other.

From what he could remember, there’s only been two instances where a ‘tag-team’ had actually worked on any of the night-guards.

The first time, it had been him and Susie—the chicken had suggested the idea, the rabbit was certain. The man was put in a suit rather quickly that night.

The second time, however...

The rabbit would have tilted his head. It... who all was it? It had happened on the fourth—and last—of the man’s job. Everyone, usually, had five.

He was always talking. Bonnie noted. The man hadn’t been talking to the rabbit or his friends, Bonnie knew that. It was never to himself, either.

When he’d eventually gotten into the office, the rabbit recalled nearly tripping over something—a phone, maybe? He’d just assumed that it had fallen off the desk during the attack.

Who was he talking to? The rabbit wondered.

Bonnie stared straight ahead. I think... was it all of us? It had to have been, right? Maybe. He couldn’t really go and ask one of his friends about it.

Whenever it happened, it never hurt—Bonnie was pretty relieved about that, but it still felt... weird every now and then. Or... did it hurt one of them? They never said anything...

He hoped that it hadn’t, but the rabbit still didn’t have a way of actually knowing. Back at the pizzeria, it had never crossed his mind to ask about it.

The rabbit found that, whenever it did occur, he simply couldn’t move—couldn’t do anything—except for listening and watching.

He remembered seeing Foxy leave his Cove one night, running through the hallway—but he’d tripped over something the man had left, and then the night-guard’s lucky time happened.

The rabbit would’ve shrugged. I noticed it earlier, not my fault Foxy didn’t. The animatronic hadn’t been able to hold in his giggles.

He would have gone to help the fox up—and help with the night-guard, but the time had been on the man’s side that night.

Although Bonnie knew how it typically was, there was another way... one that the rabbit didn’t like—that he hated.

The time would come around, but instead of still being able to hear and look, there was always... nothing. Nothing at all. He didn’t know what happened between that, and waking up.

Is that supposed to happen? The blue rabbit wondered. Maybe I could try to stop it, like stopping my ears?

Though, the rabbit had a feeling that all of that was easier said than done. It all sounded nice—but he didn’t know how to stop that, or shut off his ears, or...

I’ll just figure it all out later. He hoped, at least.

_____

The blue rabbit slowly wandered through the home, flinching when, upon stepping forward, a creaking noise from below could be heard.

He paused, ears twitching and lowering. Not moving forward, Bonnie took a quick look around the area he was in. Did that...?

Bonnie waited. In the darkness, the blue rabbit looked around a little further—as best as he possibly could, at least.

To his left, the rabbit spotted what had to be the home’s kitchen—it was rather small. He could notice a few counters, and a large fridge.

Though, still a good distance away from it, he couldn’t see everything. He wasn’t wanting to check the kitchen, anyways. He couldn’t eat.

There was a little entryway for it, and he’d have to bend down a lot to get in there. Or climb the counter. The rabbit didn’t want to alert anyone.

Looking away, Bonnie turned towards the right. There was a couch—it took up most of that area, it seemed. Two chairs were near, and a large screen.

While closed, he thought he could make out some doors over there. The rabbit felt tempted to walk over, and check them out.

He could feel himself start to slowly move towards that direction. Maybe just a little peek? It wouldn’t hurt, would it?

If he did it, he’d just get to know the place better, right? The rabbit figured that would be nice—he wasn’t exactly planning on leaving.

Beginning to mess with the strap of his guitar, Bonnie shook his head, quickly forcing his legs to stop. His ears continued to twitch.

No... The rabbit shook his head again. What if it’s something bad there? Slowly, he felt his ears lower. He tried to ignore the noise that followed.

Or what if there’s a lot of stuff crammed in there? He tilted his head, moving a fuzzy paw to lift his ears up. That would cause a lot of noise...

Looking away from that area, Bonnie turned his gaze to what was straight ahead of him. I’ll just do something else.

_____

The animatronic stared at the door to the room. Every so often, he’d hear noises from the other side. Some rather close, other somewhat far.

It mostly seemed to be voices. He heard a lady’s the most. It’s probably the lady I saw last night, the rabbit thought. Or is there another?

He knew that he hadn’t seen—or heard—everyone that had been in this home. For all the rabbit knew, there could simply be two people living here.

Or, there could be a lot more, and the rabbit simply hadn’t heard the rest of them yet. How many could be staying? It all looks pretty big...

Big and comfortable. When he’d first entered the house, he’d noticed the couch to his right. It looked nice, really nice. Could I have laid there? What if I messed it up?

Back at the pizzeria, there hadn’t been anything like that. There was a spinning chair in the office, and then all of the seats for the tables.

Sometimes, a night-guard would bring a few things with them—a lot had actually brought fluffy pillows—a lot of them slept. A lot of them got caught.

Once, after one night-guard had gotten caught on her first night, the rabbit remembered sticking around in the office for a little longer.

He’d messed around with the phone on the desk, and fiddled with the fan, before noticing something that was close to falling off of the chair.

A white, fluffy pillow—soft to the touch. He’d chosen to hold onto it, keeping it close to his chest. More should have brought pillows. Not those hard ones, though...

Bonnie never needed to sleep—not like a human. Although, he’d tried once—he’d tried it, using the same pillow, as there hadn’t been anything else as soft to use.

Nothing had happened.

The next night, after the unfortunate way with the time, the rabbit remembered reaching for where he’d placed the pillow. But, it was gone.

He’d searched the whole restaurant—Susie assisting him in the process, but neither of them had been able to find it. Who took it?

I thought I hid it well. He was sure of it. Under one of the tables was a decent one, wasn’t it? The rabbit thought so.

When he’d first entered the room, he’d noticed a few little things—like another couch. A gray one, that seemed somewhat smaller than the other he’d seen.

The blue rabbit, although he was sitting on the floor, was leaning against it. Feels so nice...

There were two pillows on each side, too. The one on the left was blue, while the one on the right was red. Are these just as soft as the other?

Maybe, when he could start moving around again, he’d use the couch and pillows. I just want to feel comfy. Nobody will mind, will they?

The rabbit wasn’t very sure. The lady didn’t exactly know that he was in the house—not yet, at least. But...

Wait. The rabbit suddenly realized—he would have tilted his head in the process. The lady. Is she alright? She was making a bad noise...

From beyond the door, a new noise began. It sounded distant—but he could still hear it rather clearly. A repetitive beeping.

For now, he tried to ignore it. Although, he was never very good at doing something like that—no matter how hard the rabbit tried.

It’s usually bad, isn’t it? Bonnie wondered. He’d only seen the woman for a moment or two, but he’d heard her for a little longer.

She’d been sniffling a lot. And in the darkness, from where he’d hidden, he thought he saw the lady wiping at her eyes, too.

Back at the pizzeria, he’d seen people cry before for different reasons—children in the day, and night-guards during their shifts.

It almost never seemed to be a good thing. Something was always wrong—none of them seemed happy when the tears were spilt.

The rabbit wanted to frown. What was wrong?

_____

Bonnie moved towards the hallway that sat in front of him. Not wanting to potentially trip over anything, the rabbit kept looking down.

Although, there didn’t really seem to be anything down there that could cause the rabbit to fall. Yet, at least. There were some carpets, though.

Could I trip over those? The animatronic’s ears twitched as he glanced back at one of the carpets, then back at the hallway.

How loud would that be? Bonnie tilted his head. A lot, maybe?

As he kept staring down, Bonnie took notice of something. On the tile, there were quite a lot of noticeable cracks here and there.

Oh. Bonnie groaned. Just like how he had done with the pavement, the rabbit began trying to avoid stepping on any of the cracks.

Although, the rabbit was beginning to discover that, unlike the attempt back on the pavement, that it seemed to be a little harder here. He huffed.

Just as the rabbit began to take another step forward, his ears twitched at a noise coming from somewhere in front of him. It sounded like a door.

Bonnie went tense for a moment, staring. His ears continued to twitch. Uh-oh.

Looking around for a moment, the rabbit spotted an area. Wanting to hurry, but still be quiet, he made his way out of the middle of the room.

Bonnie stood by the wall for a moment, still, before choosing to quickly peek around—but still trying to remain hidden... enough.

With the animatronic’s head peeking around the wall, ears twitching, he spotted someone walking around in the darkness, coming from the right.

A tall woman entered the hallway, her black hair seemingly having been quickly put into a ponytail. She was holding something in her hand.

Bonnie couldn’t get a good look from where he was standing, but whatever it was, it was at least giving the woman some light.

She wasn’t being quiet. The woman was sniffling, and with what he could see, her nose looked a bit red. Hm...

The woman started to take a step forward, before she stopped, and leaned against the wall that was behind her.

As the sniffling continued, the woman used her other hand, moving it up closer towards her face. Bonnie kept watching from his hiding place.

With her hand, she began to hurriedly wipe at her face. Oh... The rabbit watched the woman, before beginning to look around.

That’s... not good. Not good. Bonnie shook his head.

For a moment, an idea appeared in the rabbit’s mind: approach her. Do something. But...

Not good. Bonnie shook his head again. He didn’t know how she would react to a giant bunny suddenly appearing in her home.

The bunny himself didn’t even know what he was supposed to do. Give her a pat on the back? Hug her? Let her play his guitar, until it potentially calmed her?

Bonnie groaned—and immediately placed a fuzzy paw over his mouth. He stared at the woman, slowly blinking, but it didn’t seem like she was hearing any of it.

Still wiping at her eyes, the woman moved away from the wall that she had been leaning against for some time now. She adjusted what she was holding.

“I-It... it’s okay, it’s fine...” She whispered, talking to herself. “You’re fine...”

Bonnie could understand that she was speaking, but as she continued—repeating things to herself, it was getting too difficult to understand the words.

The rabbit heard a noise from behind him, ears twitching once more. But for the moment, he ignored it, staying focused on the lady. Nothing, maybe.

The lady wasn’t saying anything now—yet, she was still sniffling. She placed the light in front of her. She couldn’t see in the dark, he guessed.

With the light in front of her, the lady started to walk, and Bonnie wondered where she was going. He didn’t know any of the other areas.

In a matter of seconds, the woman disappeared through an entryway and a wall, and Bonnie sighed. Well...

Bonnie moved away from the wall, lifting his head up, ears still twitching. While surprised that she hadn’t heard him... it was also a relief.

Unsure of what to do now, the rabbit turned around, and was going to take a few steps forward, but he heard a noise from beside him.

Turning, he spotted the kitchen area—and standing in the entryway of it, and staring right at the rabbit, was a kid.

Bonnie’s arms dropped completely to his sides, followed by his ears dropping. The rabbit wished he could frown. Uh...

“Uh...”

_____

There were a few boxes scattered around the room, Bonnie realized. Admittedly, he felt pretty curious as to what could possibly be in them.

Though, for now, he couldn’t look in any of them. Maybe later, once he was able to to move. Would they notice if anything was opened?

There were a few tiny holes in the closest box, but not large enough so that the rabbit was capable of seeing whatever was stored inside.

Whenever there happened to be something new at the pizzeria—or just anything in a box—the rabbit had always felt rather curious.

Although, barely any of the items that he’d seen were never all that interesting to him. They just seemed like random, boring things.

It never stopped him, alongside Susie, and occasionally Foxy, from opening them up. Freddy and Cassidy never joined them in doing so.

Once, Freddy had tried to stop him and Susie—the bear had simply given a little warning. It hadn’t done that much.

In some of the boxes, Bonnie found bubble-wrap. He’d quickly discovered that he loved it. It was one of the noises that the rabbit enjoyed.

Is there any bubble-wrap in there? He wondered about the other boxes. There was about five in the room... so there would certainly be a lot.

He was never sure if any of the workers had figured out who was messing with all of the boxes. What would they have done?

From beyond the room, he heard a rather loud noise that made the rabbit internally flinch. It sounded like a door slamming.

Can any of them be more quiet? The rabbit huffed. It was never quiet, the rabbit had quickly discovered after entering the room. He hated it.

For however long he’d been in here for, he’d heard a lot of things—such as voices. One, he could recognize as the woman—except louder.

The other, he could recognize as the kid. He couldn’t understand everything that was being said, though—due to them, sometimes, being far.

A couple of hours ago—it had to have been a while, he’d heard another, newer voice. It had sounded a little deep. Another parent?

Bonnie didn’t have a clue as to what this room was supposed to be for—there were the boxes, and then the couch, but that was about it.

Was it simply used for storing things? Or was it a relaxing area, which they had just put a few boxes in until a later date? Or something different?

The rabbit would’ve shrugged. Do any come in here a lot?

There was a window off to the side, but the bunny wasn’t able to look through it, partially because of the blinds being closed.

He wanted to look through it earlier. He still wanted to. Maybe there would be something interesting to look at? The bunny was bored.

Maybe the bunny would be able to watch the cars go by, like how he had watched the cars zipping past back at the pizzeria. That was nice.

_____

Bonnie was only now seeing the kid, but from where they were, he had to guess that they’d just come out of the kitchen—not that they were entering it.

Late night snack? The rabbit thought. It seemed like the most likely option—why else would they be going there? Drink?

Susie had done it a few times, Bonnie remembered. Although, technically, none of them were capable of actually eating anything.

Once in a while, whether there was a night-guard or not, Bonnie had wandered into the kitchen, being greeted by the chicken.

She didn’t need to eat—she wasn’t capable of doing it—but Susie still seemed to like making things in there.

...It was always pizza, though. There wasn’t really anything else, anyways. One night, she’d even given a slice to the night-guard.

The night-guard hadn’t eaten it, though. Bonnie wondered why—Susie had been nice. The pizza had looked pretty good.

The kid looked like they were going to fall asleep—but with the presence of the rabbit in the room, that had certainly prevented that.

Bonnie stared at them, and they stared back, neither moving yet. The kid let out a yawn.

Or were they a teenager? Bonnie couldn’t tell—they looked rather short and young. Although, he guessed that it wasn’t the most important thing right now.

Are they going to...? Bonnie glanced behind himself for a moment, towards the area where he had seen the lady. Was she going to come back?

He turned back around, focusing back on the kid again. Instead of remaining in the same spot, they started to move towards Bonnie.

Bonnie took a few steps forward, before starting to try and lower himself, while holding out his fuzzy paws in front of himself.

Don’t panic, please don’t... Bonnie didn’t change his position. He remained like that, keeping an eye on the kid.

Once they were close enough to the bunny, they finally came to a stop. They yawned. “Are... are you...?” Their voice came out as a whisper.

Using one hand, they lifted it up, and poked at one of Bonnie’s lowered ears, which continued twitching from the noises. He was never able to control it.

Bonnie slowly blinked at the kid, and backed up a little bit, lifting the ear up. Don’t do that, please...

“Uh...” The kid frowned, looking around for a moment, before back at the crouched rabbit. “S-Sorry...?”

Bonnie gave a little thumbs up, followed by a shrug.

“What are-“

Bonnie’s ears shot up, and he turned away from the kid as they’d started to speak, and back behind him. Another noise.

Footsteps. Bonnie was quick to realize, as his ears slowly stopped twitching. Lady?

Hurriedly, Bonnie stood up to his full height, a fuzzy paw grabbing his guitar’s strap, and he began to look around. Hide?

Yes! He nodded to himself. But... where? He remembered where he had hidden a few moments earlier—would that still work?

The kid frowned at the bunny. “Are you...” They started, only to trail off. They also began to look around for a couple of seconds.

They snapped their fingers all of a sudden, and moved closer to the worried rabbit. They reached over, grabbing one of his paws.

Bonnie looked down at them, tilting his head again. What?

With their free hand, they pointed somewhere past the rabbit. Still speaking in a whisper, they said, “Come with me!”

The kid started to walk off, still holding onto the blue rabbit’s paw. Bonnie stared for a second, slowly blinking, before beginning to walk with them.

He could still hear footsteps—ones that weren’t his or the kids, but they didn’t sound all that close yet, at least.

The animatronic wasn’t paying much attention, but he stopped himself from going any further when he realized that the kid had come to a halt.

He stared down at the kid, and gave a little shrug. What now?

The kid let go of the rabbit’s paw, and moved past him. Bonnie moved back a little bit for them, quietly watching.

They looked around for a couple of seconds, before reaching for a handle, and quickly turning it. Bonnie looked around, too.

The door opened, and Bonnie moved a little closer, looking inside. Then, he looked back at the kid.

They whispered to him, “There! In there!”

_____

“I need to go get something.” From beyond the door, Bonnie could hear someone say to someone else. It sounded like the lady.

He thought that he could hear a response to that—but it was far too quiet and muffled. Maybe it’s just three? He wondered.

The rabbit had always known how many were at the pizzeria—all of his friends lived there. There had never been anyone new.

Except for the night-guards, at least. There had always been a lot of new ones. Either because one was in a suit, or because the previous quit.

Near the end, a lot more of them had started quitting—some even right after their first night. Or while it was still happening.

For a while, he remembered a lot of people coming by—for him and his friends, and for the pizza. He heard it was pretty tasty.

A lot of people had usually come—although, he’d never been able to exactly tell just how many—it’d been a bit hard. For the rabbit, at least.

Eventually, people stopped. How come?

Bonnie’s gaze drifted away from the floor, and up towards the door when he heard another noise. Huh?

The bunny looked up just in time to see the door swing open, and see the woman standing in the doorway.

Like how he had seen her earlier, her hair was still in a ponytail, but it didn’t seem as messy as it had. Her eyes were wide.

Bonnie wanted to cover his ears when the woman let out a sudden shout. Stop!

Her noise seemed to alert someone—as Bonnie could hear more footsteps. It sounded like someone was actually running.

Soon enough, a rather tall man—at least taller than the woman, with dark brown hair, came into view. “Carolyn, what...” He trailed off.

He looked away from Carolyn, who hadn’t moved, and instead focused on the inside of the room. Bonnie stared.

He wasn’t all that hidden—there wasn’t anywhere for the rabbit to hide in the room—so he wasn’t surprised when the man caught sight of him, too.

Just as the man pulled Carolyn closer, and opened his mouth to say something, while beginning to back up, Bonnie could hear more footsteps.

It seemed like Carolyn and the man—Bonnie had to assume that it was her her husband, had heard the footsteps, too. They turned.

A few seconds went by, and someone else came into view. Oh! Them! Bonnie realized.

“Mom, what-“ The kid started, looking up at their parents, before looking into the room, too. Bonnie continued to stare—it was all he could do.

The kid gasped. “Rabbit?!” They exclaimed. “You’re real??”

“What.” The man stared.

“J-Jasper?” Carolyn glanced between them and the rabbit sitting beside the couch.

Jasper placed a hand over their mouth. “Um...” They kept glancing between the rabbit and their parents for a moment.

“I-... I was just... um...” Jasper stared down at their feet. “...I thought I was dreaming...”

“...So I helped the big rabbit out...” They quietly added.

“Jasper.”

[cyber-streak-extra]

Hehe :) @maraariana01 It’s Bonnie time :)

{Series: Lost and Found}

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{Title: It’s Been So Long}

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{Fic Description: The bunny had been wandering for so long. He wandered. Until he found the house—the family.

Grieving. As the couple continued to grieve, they found an animatronic—they found the rabbit.

The young one remained unaware-unaware of the truth. They discovered the rabbit.}

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{Chapter: Prologue}

{Chapter Description: Bonnie wanders—the rabbit’s been doing that for a long time. But, thing’s change.}

The rabbit took a slow step forward on the pavement, carefully trying to avoid any of the cracks that happened to be laid out in front of him.

Ears twitching, Bonnie looked around. Recently, there didn’t seem to be much happening around here—nobody seemed to be out.

Although it was always rather late when the rabbit chose to wander, it never really stopped anyone, he’d noticed somewhat quickly.

There were almost always at least a few people also wandering—either by using a vehicle, or simply walking. He thought he saw more walking, rather than driving.

It usually never bothered the rabbit—but, he never wanted to deal with them. He never found himself in the mood to do so.

So, that was why, quite frequently, he found himself hiding. ...Or, well, at least trying to do so. Being a tall animatronic rabbit, who was typically loud, he knew it would be hard.

Compared to whatever happened in the night—if someone happened to be wandering, he was far more prepared for when it came to the mornings.

The night’s... it was always rather quick, and he found himself panicking. He never had too much time to think of a spot, with how fast someone was approaching.

Bonnie glanced down next to himself, still trying to avoid any of the noticeable cracks. I can’t believe they didn’t notice a robot on the ground.

Coming to a sudden stop, as the rabbit placed a fuzzy paw on his face, a noise escaped him that caused the rabbit to flinch.

Bonnie could always hear a lot of noises coming from him—although, this was one occurred more often. It was like... a raspy groan, he supposed.

The rabbit began to mess with the strap of his guitar. He never liked many of the noises—especially not the noises coming from within him—whatever was in there.

He usually found himself trying to ignore the noises. Sometimes, he was successful—but not very often, unfortunately.

It was worse—the noises, when it was rather quiet. Because then, there wasn’t much else that he could listen to—and he’d rather it be anything else.

He continued messing with the guitar’s strap, ears still slowly twitching. Could I turn my ears off? The rabbit tilted his head.

Is that possible? He tilted his head to the other side, slowly blinking. In the process, he heard a sort of whirring noise, followed by a click.

The raspy noise from earlier escaped him once again. Thinking back on it, from the time he was still at Freddy’s, he knew there were people who worked on them all.

Bonnie narrowed his eyes. What were they called? They had a name, right? He let go of the guitar’s strap, arms dropping to his side. Tech...nician? Mechanic?

Did they have a tag? He tried to lean back against a tree or a wall—only to realize far too late that he hadn’t been behind anything.

The rabbit found himself stumbling backwards—trying his best to not finally fall over, and undoubtedly cause a loud noise. Was anyone around to hear?

When he started going backwards, the rabbit took notice that he was accidentally stepping on some of the pavement’s cracks. He would’ve frowned.

Bonnie outstretched an arm to the left, and wrapped it around a nearby tree, finally coming to a stop. He heard a noise from himself—it sounded more like a sigh this time.

Looking around, he realized that he was no longer standing on the pavement from earlier—instead, he was standing in some freshly cut grass.

It felt weird under the rabbit’s feet, and he found himself awkwardly shifting around, while leaning against the old tree.

Glancing behind himself, he spotted a few small houses. There was no light coming from inside of any of them. Did anyone hear that?

For a few more seconds, he remained staring at the houses, but nothing seemed to happen—nothing seemed to change.

The rabbit turned back around, slowly making his way back onto the pavement, as he stared up at the night sky.

Among many of the stars up there, he could spot the moon—but the old rabbit noticed that it didn’t seem to be completely there.

It never looked as nice back at the pizzeria. Bonnie tilted his head, still staring up at it. He remembered staring out the building’s windows.

He remembered staring out of one a lot—especially when there didn’t happen to be a guard. Staring out the window, or messing with his guitar, or doing anything with the others.

Anything that would cure their collective boredom, at least. Even if it was just for a little bit. He wasn’t sure that they had ever found one—a cure.

Bonnie tore his eyes away from the moon, and looked down—seeing that he was back on the pavement, before straight ahead.

I’ll figure all of that out later. The animatronic gave a little shrug. Slowly, he began walking again—he was less careful, not noticing any further cracks.

It was still pretty dark out, the stars and the moon were out, Bonnie knew that. What he didn’t know yet was the time. Is it going to happen soon?

The rabbit needed to get somewhere before... well, before whatever the time was that it typically happened... happened. Maybe it’ll still be a few hours?

_____

The rabbit sat crisscross on the stage, staring down at some drawings that he’d taken off of the wall. I’ll put them back later.

His ears twitched at a repeating noise, and Bonnie wanted to frown. He looked away from the drawings, and stared towards one of the walls.

There, right in the middle, was a black circular clock. It always made a noise—ticking?—when the time went by... which was... practically always, Bonnie knew.

Although, he could never understand what it said, and he had never cared that much, either—not enough to try and figure it out.

The ticking was annoying—yet it still helped the rabbit figure out something about the people who typically stayed in the office. What were they called again?

Even if he couldn’t understand it, he knew that once all of the clocks were a certain way, then the person inside of the office would leave.

...As long as they weren’t caught, at least. The previous person hadn’t been able to leave, Bonnie certainly knew that. Golden Freddy had gotten them.

From beside him, the rabbit heard a rather excited giggle. Turning, he realized that it had belonged to Chica, who was staring at the hallway.

Tilting his head to the side, the rabbit followed her gaze. There, he was quick to notice what had gotten her so excited—and the rabbit’s grin grew.

The curtains of Pirate’s Cove were open, and Foxy was no longer inside of it—instead, he was standing right where the hallway began. Ooh...

Are they gonna be fast, too? He found himself wondering about the guard. Typically, the answer was... ‘No, not really.’

Foxy, grinning, glanced back towards the stage for a single moment, before he took off running down the hallway.

Bonnie waited, alongside Chica. He didn’t remember where Freddy had gone, but it didn’t matter much—the bear was returning now.

He only seemed to realize what was going on when Chica, more excited than Bonnie, poked at the bear, and then pointed at the Cove and hallway.

The bear chuckled, and waited, alongside the blue bunny and the chicken. Bonnie’s ears started to twitch again.

A moment later, a scream erupted—or, rather, two. One sounded more mechanical—Foxy, no doubt. The second was far more human.

Bonnie’s ears shot up at the sounds, before quickly lowering. He thought about trying to cover them—but the rabbit doubted that would do much.

A few more seconds went by, and it was silent again—no more screams, at least. The three of them could hear footsteps coming from the hallway.

Foxy was quick to come into view for the three, coming out of that hallway. He stopped by his Cove for a moment, adjusting the hold he had on the man.

Suit time. Bonnie thought, watching the fox. He’d started moving again, carrying the man over his shoulder, rather than dragging him.

He looked around for a moment, and caught Freddy’s gaze. Freddy pointed at the fox, and then the room off to the side—the one that had the suits.

Bonnie never went in there very much. He thought it was weird to see other parts of himself and the others. Once, he thought he saw something move.

But, he couldn’t just not listen to the animatronic bear. Got it. Bonnie nodded, hopping off of the stage to go assist Foxy with the man.

_____

Bonnie couldn’t help but suddenly pause, staring at the animal that wasn’t too far from where he was standing. Did it see him, too?

The little gray animal kind of looked like him... except that it wasn’t an animatronic or anything. What’s it doing?

There had been a lot of drawings back at the pizzeria, all taped to the walls. He thought it was fun to inspect them—especially when feeling really bored.

There were drawings that he couldn’t exactly make out—that none of them could. Like many of the... Foxy drawings? Were they his?

But among the many other drawings, Bonnie could remember a few strange ones—he looked different in them. He never seemed like an animatronic.

He kept his gaze on the little animal. Is that what they were trying to make me look like? Bonnie tilted his head. It’s cute!

As Bonnie finally chose to take another step forward, the noise caused the little animal to look around, before running off. Aw...

Is everything busy? Or sleepy? The rabbit animatronic wondered. Besides what he’d just seen, he couldn’t recall seeing or hearing much else.

Although, he guessed that was more of a good thing. It meant that he didn’t have to deal with being seen—or having to deal with whatever spotted him. He wasn’t in the mood.

Bonnie kept going. He looked to his sides, but aside from the one moments ago, there wasn’t anything else. Are many of those usually around here?

Messing with his guitar’s strap, the animatronic felt his mind drift. What are the others up to? Are they just doing the same thing? His ears twitched.

They’d all been at the pizzeria for a long time—Bonnie knew that, but not exactly how long. He just remembered waking up on the stage.

I did things before that... Bonnie continued messing with the strap, his grip on it tightening. I did... but what? I did.

Back when he was still there, he’d done a lot of performing with the others. It was usually just the three, though. Foxy was out of order. Nobody knew of the other bear.

He could remember being nervous the first few times he had to perform. Partially because he never had—and the rabbit was worried about messing up.

Though, he was glad that the last part had never happened—unless there was a malfunction. He was programmed for it—he wouldn’t mess it up.

What would they be wanting to do? Bonnie stopped fiddling with his guitar’s strap, but he didn’t let go of it. Hm...

He remembered Chica—no, it hadn’t been her. It had—but that hadn’t been the name. Susie. The rabbit remembered now.

Although the rabbit didn’t know why, she’d started calling herself Susie. Bonnie liked that name. He thought it fit rather well.

She wasn’t the only one. Another Freddy that not many knew about—although Bonnie knew he heard a nightguard talk about a “Yellow bear” once.

Cassidy. The bear had used that name, and Bonnie had liked that one, too. Both were really nice.

He remembered asking Cassidy about it once. Had I ever said anything to Susie? He had been wondering about it for a while—and Cassidy was always hard to find.

Cassidy’s answer, Bonnie remembered, was that it “felt familiar.” He wondered how—and the bear had felt the same. Cassidy didn’t know.

Was it the same for Susie, then? The rabbit wondered. Why did the names seem familiar to them both?

The rabbit’s ears twitched. He remembered speaking with Susie once—shortly after they’d both managed to get the nightguard. He hadn’t lasted the first night.

During their conversation—that Freddy had eventually joined, while also helping put the man in the suit, Susie had mentioned something about a dog.

They all had favorite animals. Or, at least he thought they did—Freddy had mentioned something about cats once. There’s so many.

Though, Susie, she mentioned dogs quite enough. Weren’t there a few dogs once? He wondered. If there had been, she’d probably been rather excited.

Maybe she’s out, and trying to get herself one? The rabbit silently giggled. I wonder how well that would go.

_____

Bonnie found himself staring out one of the windows close to the entrance. Every now and then, a car would zip by, but that was about it.

The man was here—a new one, after they’d all dealt with the previous one. When he’d passed by the stage, he had avoided looking at them all.

Bonnie knew that there was a worker here, but he just... didn’t feel like dealing with him. Not really.

The others hadn’t moved yet. Susie and Freddy were still in their usual positions, and Foxy was still inside his Cove. It wasn’t very big, Bonnie noticed.

He didn’t have a clue as to where Cassidy could be. The bear just... suddenly appeared out of nowhere every single time.

The blue rabbit kept staring out the window. They all seemed a little messy, but still clear enough for him to see through it.

Another car zipped by. Then another. And another. Why are so many people out around this time?

“Bonnie.”

His ears twitched, and as they did so, he tried to ignore the noise coming from them. The blue rabbit kept staring out the window.

“Bonnie.” The voice repeated.

The rabbit’s gaze drifted away from the window, and down at the ground—at his feet. He reached for his guitar, only to realize that it was back on stage.

He could hear the name being called—the rabbit could hear Cassidy calling for him, he knew her voice. But...

Why did something about it feel... off?

As he finally started to turn around, he simultaneously shook his head. I’m sure it’s fine. Maybe... maybe I’m thinking too hard? Maybe it’s nothing...

_____

Bonnie came to a stop, nearly tripping and falling over a few rocks that he had failed to notice, but managed to stay standing.

While there were several houses in front of him, the blue rabbit was far more focused on the main one—which was a bit larger, too.

There was a blue truck and a dusty orange minivan in the driveway. Just by looking at the place, he could tell that it was more than just one story.

The outside of the house was a rather light brown, while the windows and doors—at least the ones he could see, were white.

Pool! The rabbit heard his thought‘s proclaim. Bonnie began to look around further. What?

He spotted a dark brown gate to the right, and the animatronic began moving closer. He peered over it, and to what it led to.

There, while it seemed like a typical backyard, the rabbit could easily spot a rather large inground pool. Although, it was covered.

Huh. The blue rabbit blinked, tilting his head. ...Am I really good at guessing? Never thought I was.

As he started to back away from the gate, he looked back up at the sky. It’s starting to get brighter...

Usually, the rabbit felt upset or nervous when it started getting like this. But, not this time. Not today. It was different than the other times.

He’d gotten to where he wanted to be—the rabbit was finished. He’d been wandering for a while, trying to find... well, a place, and he had.

But why? The rabbit’s thoughts continued as he looked away from the sky. Slowly, he made his way over to the home’s front door.

He stepped onto the fuzzy mat, and stared at the door. How am I going to get in?

The blue rabbit looked around for a second, gaze drifting towards one of the windows, before back at the door. Key?

Or... Bonnie reached forward, grabbing the knob with a fuzzy paw, and turned it. I don’t think...

Much to the rabbit’s surprise, when he turned it, the door opened without a single problem. Huh. The animatronic shrugged.

He stood there for a second, before peering inside. It was rather dark inside—none of the lights were on, and nobody seemed to be around. Sleeping?

Knowing that he could be loud, as Bonnie stepped inside of the quiet and dark home, he tried to be far more quiet than he had ever been.

The blue rabbit turned around after a second, choosing to close it back. He didn’t know how to lock it—if he could.

Slowly and quietly, or, well, attempting to do it like that, the animatronic began taking a closer look around.

_____

The boy stood in front of the game. After having gotten a prize, he wanted to play something—before getting more of of the cheesy pizza.

Although, just as he placed the plushie down beside him, and was about to start playing, the boy heard a noise. He looked towards it.

There, a yellow rabbit was standing not too far from him. When did they get here?

“Hey, kid.” The yellow rabbit—Spring Bonnie, spoke up first. His tone was gentle, and there was a hint of excitement.

“Yes?” The boy tilted his head.

“I’ve got a big surprise for you!” Spring Bonnie answered, chuckling. They moved a little closer to the boy, still grinning.

A surprise? He liked those—those were always exciting, weren’t they? At least if they happened to be a good one, at least. Not one filled with bad news.

A bad one was if he was told something horrible about one of his parents—like if they were in the hospital. A better one, he thought, was a surprise birthday party.

Spring Bonnie continued. “Let’s just say that it might involve some cake—some special treats—and a certain blue bunny!”

A second later, the yellow rabbit gasped. “Oops!” He placed a fuzzy paw over their mouth. “I think I just ruined the surprise... didn’t I?”

The boy frowned. He quickly moved away from the game, and closer to Spring Bonnie, who seemed a little upset over the reveal.

He reached forward, grabbing hold of Spring Bonnie’s other paw—the one that wasn’t still placed over his grinning mouth.

“No, no!” The boy began, trying to reassure them. He shook his head in the process. “It’s alright, Spring Bonnie.”

The boy gently tugged on the yellow paw. “Come on, let’s go!”

Spring Bonnie chuckled, then nodded, and removed his paw from his face. “Alright!”

The boy found himself being led by Spring Bonnie, holding their hand. “I know you’re going to absolutely love it all!” They commented.

He nodded, smiling excitedly. I think so, too.

[cyber-streak-extra]

:) @maraariana01

{Series: Lost and Found}

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{Title: It’s Been So Long}

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{Fic Description: The bunny had been wandering for so long. He wandered. Until he found the house—the family.

Grieving. As the couple continued to grieve, they found an animatronic—they found the rabbit.

The young one remained unaware-unaware of the truth. They discovered the rabbit.}

-

{Chapter: Prologue}

{Chapter Description: Bonnie wanders—the rabbit’s been doing that for a long time. But, thing’s change.}

The rabbit took a slow step forward on the pavement, carefully trying to avoid any of the cracks that happened to be laid out in front of him.

Ears twitching, Bonnie looked around. Recently, there didn’t seem to be much happening around here—nobody seemed to be out.

Although it was always rather late when the rabbit chose to wander, it never really stopped anyone, he’d noticed somewhat quickly.

There were almost always at least a few people also wandering—either by using a vehicle, or simply walking. He thought he saw more walking, rather than driving.

It usually never bothered the rabbit—but, he never wanted to deal with them. He never found himself in the mood to do so.

So, that was why, quite frequently, he found himself hiding. ...Or, well, at least trying to do so. Being a tall animatronic rabbit, who was typically loud, he knew it would be hard.

Compared to whatever happened in the night—if someone happened to be wandering, he was far more prepared for when it came to the mornings.

The night’s... it was always rather quick, and he found himself panicking. He never had too much time to think of a spot, with how fast someone was approaching.

Bonnie glanced down next to himself, still trying to avoid any of the noticeable cracks. I can’t believe they didn’t notice a robot on the ground.

Coming to a sudden stop, as the rabbit placed a fuzzy paw on his face, a noise escaped him that caused the rabbit to flinch.

Bonnie could always hear a lot of noises coming from him—although, this was one occurred more often. It was like... a raspy groan, he supposed.

The rabbit began to mess with the strap of his guitar. He never liked many of the noises—especially not the noises coming from within him—whatever was in there.

He usually found himself trying to ignore the noises. Sometimes, he was successful—but not very often, unfortunately.

It was worse—the noises, when it was rather quiet. Because then, there wasn’t much else that he could listen to—and he’d rather it be anything else.

He continued messing with the guitar’s strap, ears still slowly twitching. Could I turn my ears off? The rabbit tilted his head.

Is that possible? He tilted his head to the other side, slowly blinking. In the process, he heard a sort of whirring noise, followed by a click.

The raspy noise from earlier escaped him once again. Thinking back on it, from the time he was still at Freddy’s, he knew there were people who worked on them all.

Bonnie narrowed his eyes. What were they called? They had a name, right? He let go of the guitar’s strap, arms dropping to his side. Tech...nician? Mechanic?

Did they have a tag? He tried to lean back against a tree or a wall—only to realize far too late that he hadn’t been behind anything.

The rabbit found himself stumbling backwards—trying his best to not finally fall over, and undoubtedly cause a loud noise. Was anyone around to hear?

When he started going backwards, the rabbit took notice that he was accidentally stepping on some of the pavement’s cracks. He would’ve frowned.

Bonnie outstretched an arm to the left, and wrapped it around a nearby tree, finally coming to a stop. He heard a noise from himself—it sounded more like a sigh this time.

Looking around, he realized that he was no longer standing on the pavement from earlier—instead, he was standing in some freshly cut grass.

It felt weird under the rabbit’s feet, and he found himself awkwardly shifting around, while leaning against the old tree.

Glancing behind himself, he spotted a few small houses. There was no light coming from inside of any of them. Did anyone hear that?

For a few more seconds, he remained staring at the houses, but nothing seemed to happen—nothing seemed to change.

The rabbit turned back around, slowly making his way back onto the pavement, as he stared up at the night sky.

Among many of the stars up there, he could spot the moon—but the old rabbit noticed that it didn’t seem to be completely there.

It never looked as nice back at the pizzeria. Bonnie tilted his head, still staring up at it. He remembered staring out the building’s windows.

He remembered staring out of one a lot—especially when there didn’t happen to be a guard. Staring out the window, or messing with his guitar, or doing anything with the others.

Anything that would cure their collective boredom, at least. Even if it was just for a little bit. He wasn’t sure that they had ever found one—a cure.

Bonnie tore his eyes away from the moon, and looked down—seeing that he was back on the pavement, before straight ahead.

I’ll figure all of that out later. The animatronic gave a little shrug. Slowly, he began walking again—he was less careful, not noticing any further cracks.

It was still pretty dark out, the stars and the moon were out, Bonnie knew that. What he didn’t know yet was the time. Is it going to happen soon?

The rabbit needed to get somewhere before... well, before whatever the time was that it typically happened... happened. Maybe it’ll still be a few hours?

_____

The rabbit sat crisscross on the stage, staring down at some drawings that he’d taken off of the wall. I’ll put them back later.

His ears twitched at a repeating noise, and Bonnie wanted to frown. He looked away from the drawings, and stared towards one of the walls.

There, right in the middle, was a black circular clock. It always made a noise—ticking?—when the time went by... which was... practically always, Bonnie knew.

Although, he could never understand what it said, and he had never cared that much, either—not enough to try and figure it out.

The ticking was annoying—yet it still helped the rabbit figure out something about the people who typically stayed in the office. What were they called again?

Even if he couldn’t understand it, he knew that once all of the clocks were a certain way, then the person inside of the office would leave.

...As long as they weren’t caught, at least. The previous person hadn’t been able to leave, Bonnie certainly knew that. Golden Freddy had gotten them.

From beside him, the rabbit heard a rather excited giggle. Turning, he realized that it had belonged to Chica, who was staring at the hallway.

Tilting his head to the side, the rabbit followed her gaze. There, he was quick to notice what had gotten her so excited—and the rabbit’s grin grew.

The curtains of Pirate’s Cove were open, and Foxy was no longer inside of it—instead, he was standing right where the hallway began. Ooh...

Are they gonna be fast, too? He found himself wondering about the guard. Typically, the answer was... ‘No, not really.’

Foxy, grinning, glanced back towards the stage for a single moment, before he took off running down the hallway.

Bonnie waited, alongside Chica. He didn’t remember where Freddy had gone, but it didn’t matter much—the bear was returning now.

He only seemed to realize what was going on when Chica, more excited than Bonnie, poked at the bear, and then pointed at the Cove and hallway.

The bear chuckled, and waited, alongside the blue bunny and the chicken. Bonnie’s ears started to twitch again.

A moment later, a scream erupted—or, rather, two. One sounded more mechanical—Foxy, no doubt. The second was far more human.

Bonnie’s ears shot up at the sounds, before quickly lowering. He thought about trying to cover them—but the rabbit doubted that would do much.

A few more seconds went by, and it was silent again—no more screams, at least. The three of them could hear footsteps coming from the hallway.

Foxy was quick to come into view for the three, coming out of that hallway. He stopped by his Cove for a moment, adjusting the hold he had on the man.

Suit time. Bonnie thought, watching the fox. He’d started moving again, carrying the man over his shoulder, rather than dragging him.

He looked around for a moment, and caught Freddy’s gaze. Freddy pointed at the fox, and then the room off to the side—the one that had the suits.

Bonnie never went in there very much. He thought it was weird to see other parts of himself and the others. Once, he thought he saw something move.

But, he couldn’t just not listen to the animatronic bear. Got it. Bonnie nodded, hopping off of the stage to go assist Foxy with the man.

_____

Bonnie couldn’t help but suddenly pause, staring at the animal that wasn’t too far from where he was standing. Did it see him, too?

The little gray animal kind of looked like him... except that it wasn’t an animatronic or anything. What’s it doing?

There had been a lot of drawings back at the pizzeria, all taped to the walls. He thought it was fun to inspect them—especially when feeling really bored.

There were drawings that he couldn’t exactly make out—that none of them could. Like many of the... Foxy drawings? Were they his?

But among the many other drawings, Bonnie could remember a few strange ones—he looked different in them. He never seemed like an animatronic.

He kept his gaze on the little animal. Is that what they were trying to make me look like? Bonnie tilted his head. It’s cute!

As Bonnie finally chose to take another step forward, the noise caused the little animal to look around, before running off. Aw...

Is everything busy? Or sleepy? The rabbit animatronic wondered. Besides what he’d just seen, he couldn’t recall seeing or hearing much else.

Although, he guessed that was more of a good thing. It meant that he didn’t have to deal with being seen—or having to deal with whatever spotted him. He wasn’t in the mood.

Bonnie kept going. He looked to his sides, but aside from the one moments ago, there wasn’t anything else. Are many of those usually around here?

Messing with his guitar’s strap, the animatronic felt his mind drift. What are the others up to? Are they just doing the same thing? His ears twitched.

They’d all been at the pizzeria for a long time—Bonnie knew that, but not exactly how long. He just remembered waking up on the stage.

I did things before that... Bonnie continued messing with the strap, his grip on it tightening. I did... but what? I did.

Back when he was still there, he’d done a lot of performing with the others. It was usually just the three, though. Foxy was out of order. Nobody knew of the other bear.

He could remember being nervous the first few times he had to perform. Partially because he never had—and the rabbit was worried about messing up.

Though, he was glad that the last part had never happened—unless there was a malfunction. He was programmed for it—he wouldn’t mess it up.

What would they be wanting to do? Bonnie stopped fiddling with his guitar’s strap, but he didn’t let go of it. Hm...

He remembered Chica—no, it hadn’t been her. It had—but that hadn’t been the name. Susie. The rabbit remembered now.

Although the rabbit didn’t know why, she’d started calling herself Susie. Bonnie liked that name. He thought it fit rather well.

She wasn’t the only one. Another Freddy that not many knew about—although Bonnie knew he heard a nightguard talk about a “Yellow bear” once.

Cassidy. The bear had used that name, and Bonnie had liked that one, too. Both were really nice.

He remembered asking Cassidy about it once. Had I ever said anything to Susie? He had been wondering about it for a while—and Cassidy was always hard to find.

Cassidy’s answer, Bonnie remembered, was that it “felt familiar.” He wondered how—and the bear had felt the same. Cassidy didn’t know.

Was it the same for Susie, then? The rabbit wondered. Why did the names seem familiar to them both?

The rabbit’s ears twitched. He remembered speaking with Susie once—shortly after they’d both managed to get the nightguard. He hadn’t lasted the first night.

During their conversation—that Freddy had eventually joined, while also helping put the man in the suit, Susie had mentioned something about a dog.

They all had favorite animals. Or, at least he thought they did—Freddy had mentioned something about cats once. There’s so many.

Though, Susie, she mentioned dogs quite enough. Weren’t there a few dogs once? He wondered. If there had been, she’d probably been rather excited.

Maybe she’s out, and trying to get herself one? The rabbit silently giggled. I wonder how well that would go.

_____

Bonnie found himself staring out one of the windows close to the entrance. Every now and then, a car would zip by, but that was about it.

The man was here—a new one, after they’d all dealt with the previous one. When he’d passed by the stage, he had avoided looking at them all.

Bonnie knew that there was a worker here, but he just... didn’t feel like dealing with him. Not really.

The others hadn’t moved yet. Susie and Freddy were still in their usual positions, and Foxy was still inside his Cove. It wasn’t very big, Bonnie noticed.

He didn’t have a clue as to where Cassidy could be. The bear just... suddenly appeared out of nowhere every single time.

The blue rabbit kept staring out the window. They all seemed a little messy, but still clear enough for him to see through it.

Another car zipped by. Then another. And another. Why are so many people out around this time?

“Bonnie.”

His ears twitched, and as they did so, he tried to ignore the noise coming from them. The blue rabbit kept staring out the window.

“Bonnie.” The voice repeated.

The rabbit’s gaze drifted away from the window, and down at the ground—at his feet. He reached for his guitar, only to realize that it was back on stage.

He could hear the name being called—the rabbit could hear Cassidy calling for him, he knew her voice. But...

Why did something about it feel... off?

As he finally started to turn around, he simultaneously shook his head. I’m sure it’s fine. Maybe... maybe I’m thinking too hard? Maybe it’s nothing...

_____

Bonnie came to a stop, nearly tripping and falling over a few rocks that he had failed to notice, but managed to stay standing.

While there were several houses in front of him, the blue rabbit was far more focused on the main one—which was a bit larger, too.

There was a blue truck and a dusty orange minivan in the driveway. Just by looking at the place, he could tell that it was more than just one story.

The outside of the house was a rather light brown, while the windows and doors—at least the ones he could see, were white.

Pool! The rabbit heard his thought‘s proclaim. Bonnie began to look around further. What?

He spotted a dark brown gate to the right, and the animatronic began moving closer. He peered over it, and to what it led to.

There, while it seemed like a typical backyard, the rabbit could easily spot a rather large inground pool. Although, it was covered.

Huh. The blue rabbit blinked, tilting his head. ...Am I really good at guessing? Never thought I was.

As he started to back away from the gate, he looked back up at the sky. It’s starting to get brighter...

Usually, the rabbit felt upset or nervous when it started getting like this. But, not this time. Not today. It was different than the other times.

He’d gotten to where he wanted to be—the rabbit was finished. He’d been wandering for a while, trying to find... well, a place, and he had.

But why? The rabbit’s thoughts continued as he looked away from the sky. Slowly, he made his way over to the home’s front door.

He stepped onto the fuzzy mat, and stared at the door. How am I going to get in?

The blue rabbit looked around for a second, gaze drifting towards one of the windows, before back at the door. Key?

Or... Bonnie reached forward, grabbing the knob with a fuzzy paw, and turned it. I don’t think...

Much to the rabbit’s surprise, when he turned it, the door opened without a single problem. Huh. The animatronic shrugged.

He stood there for a second, before peering inside. It was rather dark inside—none of the lights were on, and nobody seemed to be around. Sleeping?

Knowing that he could be loud, as Bonnie stepped inside of the quiet and dark home, he tried to be far more quiet than he had ever been.

The blue rabbit turned around after a second, choosing to close it back. He didn’t know how to lock it—if he could.

Slowly and quietly, or, well, attempting to do it like that, the animatronic began taking a closer look around.

_____

The boy stood in front of the game. After having gotten a prize, he wanted to play something—before getting more of of the cheesy pizza.

Although, just as he placed the plushie down beside him, and was about to start playing, the boy heard a noise. He looked towards it.

There, a yellow rabbit was standing not too far from him. When did they get here?

“Hey, kid.” The yellow rabbit—Spring Bonnie, spoke up first. His tone was gentle, and there was a hint of excitement.

“Yes?” The boy tilted his head.

“I’ve got a big surprise for you!” Spring Bonnie answered, chuckling. They moved a little closer to the boy, still grinning.

A surprise? He liked those—those were always exciting, weren’t they? At least if they happened to be a good one, at least. Not one filled with bad news.

A bad one was if he was told something horrible about one of his parents—like if they were in the hospital. A better one, he thought, was a surprise birthday party.

Spring Bonnie continued. “Let’s just say that it might involve some cake—some special treats—and a certain blue bunny!”

A second later, the yellow rabbit gasped. “Oops!” He placed a fuzzy paw over their mouth. “I think I just ruined the surprise... didn’t I?”

The boy frowned. He quickly moved away from the game, and closer to Spring Bonnie, who seemed a little upset over the reveal.

He reached forward, grabbing hold of Spring Bonnie’s other paw—the one that wasn’t still placed over his grinning mouth.

“No, no!” The boy began, trying to reassure them. He shook his head in the process. “It’s alright, Spring Bonnie.”

The boy gently tugged on the yellow paw. “Come on, let’s go!”

Spring Bonnie chuckled, then nodded, and removed his paw from his face. “Alright!”

The boy found himself being led by Spring Bonnie, holding their hand. “I know you’re going to absolutely love it all!” They commented.

He nodded, smiling excitedly. I think so, too.

[cyber-streak-extra]

{Series: Lost and Found}

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{Title: It’s Been So Long}

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{Fic Description: The bunny had been wandering for so long. He wandered. Until he found the house—the family.

Grieving. As the couple continued to grieve, they found an animatronic—they found the rabbit.

The young one remained unaware-unaware of the truth. They discovered the rabbit.}

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{Chapter: Prologue}

{Chapter Description: Bonnie wanders—the rabbit’s been doing that for a long time. But, thing’s change.}

The rabbit took a slow step forward on the pavement, carefully trying to avoid any of the cracks that happened to be laid out in front of him.

Ears twitching, Bonnie looked around. Recently, there didn’t seem to be much happening around here—nobody seemed to be out.

Although it was always rather late when the rabbit chose to wander, it never really stopped anyone, he’d noticed somewhat quickly.

There were almost always at least a few people also wandering—either by using a vehicle, or simply walking. He thought he saw more walking, rather than driving.

It usually never bothered the rabbit—but, he never wanted to deal with them. He never found himself in the mood to do so.

So, that was why, quite frequently, he found himself hiding. ...Or, well, at least trying to do so. Being a tall animatronic rabbit, who was typically loud, he knew it would be hard.

Compared to whatever happened in the night—if someone happened to be wandering, he was far more prepared for when it came to the mornings.

The night’s... it was always rather quick, and he found himself panicking. He never had too much time to think of a spot, with how fast someone was approaching.

Bonnie glanced down next to himself, still trying to avoid any of the noticeable cracks. I can’t believe they didn’t notice a robot on the ground.

Coming to a sudden stop, as the rabbit placed a fuzzy paw on his face, a noise escaped him that caused the rabbit to flinch.

Bonnie could always hear a lot of noises coming from him—although, this was one occurred more often. It was like... a raspy groan, he supposed.

The rabbit began to mess with the strap of his guitar. He never liked many of the noises—especially not the noises coming from within him—whatever was in there.

He usually found himself trying to ignore the noises. Sometimes, he was successful—but not very often, unfortunately.

It was worse—the noises, when it was rather quiet. Because then, there wasn’t much else that he could listen to—and he’d rather it be anything else.

He continued messing with the guitar’s strap, ears still slowly twitching. Could I turn my ears off? The rabbit tilted his head.

Is that possible? He tilted his head to the other side, slowly blinking. In the process, he heard a sort of whirring noise, followed by a click.

The raspy noise from earlier escaped him once again. Thinking back on it, from the time he was still at Freddy’s, he knew there were people who worked on them all.

Bonnie narrowed his eyes. What were they called? They had a name, right? He let go of the guitar’s strap, arms dropping to his side. Tech...nician? Mechanic?

Did they have a tag? He tried to lean back against a tree or a wall—only to realize far too late that he hadn’t been behind anything.

The rabbit found himself stumbling backwards—trying his best to not finally fall over, and undoubtedly cause a loud noise. Was anyone around to hear?

When he started going backwards, the rabbit took notice that he was accidentally stepping on some of the pavement’s cracks. He would’ve frowned.

Bonnie outstretched an arm to the left, and wrapped it around a nearby tree, finally coming to a stop. He heard a noise from himself—it sounded more like a sigh this time.

Looking around, he realized that he was no longer standing on the pavement from earlier—instead, he was standing in some freshly cut grass.

It felt weird under the rabbit’s feet, and he found himself awkwardly shifting around, while leaning against the old tree.

Glancing behind himself, he spotted a few small houses. There was no light coming from inside of any of them. Did anyone hear that?

For a few more seconds, he remained staring at the houses, but nothing seemed to happen—nothing seemed to change.

The rabbit turned back around, slowly making his way back onto the pavement, as he stared up at the night sky.

Among many of the stars up there, he could spot the moon—but the old rabbit noticed that it didn’t seem to be completely there.

It never looked as nice back at the pizzeria. Bonnie tilted his head, still staring up at it. He remembered staring out the building’s windows.

He remembered staring out of one a lot—especially when there didn’t happen to be a guard. Staring out the window, or messing with his guitar, or doing anything with the others.

Anything that would cure their collective boredom, at least. Even if it was just for a little bit. He wasn’t sure that they had ever found one—a cure.

Bonnie tore his eyes away from the moon, and looked down—seeing that he was back on the pavement, before straight ahead.

I’ll figure all of that out later. The animatronic gave a little shrug. Slowly, he began walking again—he was less careful, not noticing any further cracks.

It was still pretty dark out, the stars and the moon were out, Bonnie knew that. What he didn’t know yet was the time. Is it going to happen soon?

The rabbit needed to get somewhere before... well, before whatever the time was that it typically happened... happened. Maybe it’ll still be a few hours?

_____

The rabbit sat crisscross on the stage, staring down at some drawings that he’d taken off of the wall. I’ll put them back later.

His ears twitched at a repeating noise, and Bonnie wanted to frown. He looked away from the drawings, and stared towards one of the walls.

There, right in the middle, was a black circular clock. It always made a noise—ticking?—when the time went by... which was... practically always, Bonnie knew.

Although, he could never understand what it said, and he had never cared that much, either—not enough to try and figure it out.

The ticking was annoying—yet it still helped the rabbit figure out something about the people who typically stayed in the office. What were they called again?

Even if he couldn’t understand it, he knew that once all of the clocks were a certain way, then the person inside of the office would leave.

...As long as they weren’t caught, at least. The previous person hadn’t been able to leave, Bonnie certainly knew that. Golden Freddy had gotten them.

From beside him, the rabbit heard a rather excited giggle. Turning, he realized that it had belonged to Chica, who was staring at the hallway.

Tilting his head to the side, the rabbit followed her gaze. There, he was quick to notice what had gotten her so excited—and the rabbit’s grin grew.

The curtains of Pirate’s Cove were open, and Foxy was no longer inside of it—instead, he was standing right where the hallway began. Ooh...

Are they gonna be fast, too? He found himself wondering about the guard. Typically, the answer was... ‘No, not really.’

Foxy, grinning, glanced back towards the stage for a single moment, before he took off running down the hallway.

Bonnie waited, alongside Chica. He didn’t remember where Freddy had gone, but it didn’t matter much—the bear was returning now.

He only seemed to realize what was going on when Chica, more excited than Bonnie, poked at the bear, and then pointed at the Cove and hallway.

The bear chuckled, and waited, alongside the blue bunny and the chicken. Bonnie’s ears started to twitch again.

A moment later, a scream erupted—or, rather, two. One sounded more mechanical—Foxy, no doubt. The second was far more human.

Bonnie’s ears shot up at the sounds, before quickly lowering. He thought about trying to cover them—but the rabbit doubted that would do much.

A few more seconds went by, and it was silent again—no more screams, at least. The three of them could hear footsteps coming from the hallway.

Foxy was quick to come into view for the three, coming out of that hallway. He stopped by his Cove for a moment, adjusting the hold he had on the man.

Suit time. Bonnie thought, watching the fox. He’d started moving again, carrying the man over his shoulder, rather than dragging him.

He looked around for a moment, and caught Freddy’s gaze. Freddy pointed at the fox, and then the room off to the side—the one that had the suits.

Bonnie never went in there very much. He thought it was weird to see other parts of himself and the others. Once, he thought he saw something move.

But, he couldn’t just not listen to the animatronic bear. Got it. Bonnie nodded, hopping off of the stage to go assist Foxy with the man.

_____

Bonnie couldn’t help but suddenly pause, staring at the animal that wasn’t too far from where he was standing. Did it see him, too?

The little gray animal kind of looked like him... except that it wasn’t an animatronic or anything. What’s it doing?

There had been a lot of drawings back at the pizzeria, all taped to the walls. He thought it was fun to inspect them—especially when feeling really bored.

There were drawings that he couldn’t exactly make out—that none of them could. Like many of the... Foxy drawings? Were they his?

But among the many other drawings, Bonnie could remember a few strange ones—he looked different in them. He never seemed like an animatronic.

He kept his gaze on the little animal. Is that what they were trying to make me look like? Bonnie tilted his head. It’s cute!

As Bonnie finally chose to take another step forward, the noise caused the little animal to look around, before running off. Aw...

Is everything busy? Or sleepy? The rabbit animatronic wondered. Besides what he’d just seen, he couldn’t recall seeing or hearing much else.

Although, he guessed that was more of a good thing. It meant that he didn’t have to deal with being seen—or having to deal with whatever spotted him. He wasn’t in the mood.

Bonnie kept going. He looked to his sides, but aside from the one moments ago, there wasn’t anything else. Are many of those usually around here?

Messing with his guitar’s strap, the animatronic felt his mind drift. What are the others up to? Are they just doing the same thing? His ears twitched.

They’d all been at the pizzeria for a long time—Bonnie knew that, but not exactly how long. He just remembered waking up on the stage.

I did things before that... Bonnie continued messing with the strap, his grip on it tightening. I did... but what? I did.

Back when he was still there, he’d done a lot of performing with the others. It was usually just the three, though. Foxy was out of order. Nobody knew of the other bear.

He could remember being nervous the first few times he had to perform. Partially because he never had—and the rabbit was worried about messing up.

Though, he was glad that the last part had never happened—unless there was a malfunction. He was programmed for it—he wouldn’t mess it up.

What would they be wanting to do? Bonnie stopped fiddling with his guitar’s strap, but he didn’t let go of it. Hm...

He remembered Chica—no, it hadn’t been her. It had—but that hadn’t been the name. Susie. The rabbit remembered now.

Although the rabbit didn’t know why, she’d started calling herself Susie. Bonnie liked that name. He thought it fit rather well.

She wasn’t the only one. Another Freddy that not many knew about—although Bonnie knew he heard a nightguard talk about a “Yellow bear” once.

Cassidy. The bear had used that name, and Bonnie had liked that one, too. Both were really nice.

He remembered asking Cassidy about it once. Had I ever said anything to Susie? He had been wondering about it for a while—and Cassidy was always hard to find.

Cassidy’s answer, Bonnie remembered, was that it “felt familiar.” He wondered how—and the bear had felt the same. Cassidy didn’t know.

Was it the same for Susie, then? The rabbit wondered. Why did the names seem familiar to them both?

The rabbit’s ears twitched. He remembered speaking with Susie once—shortly after they’d both managed to get the nightguard. He hadn’t lasted the first night.

During their conversation—that Freddy had eventually joined, while also helping put the man in the suit, Susie had mentioned something about a dog.

They all had favorite animals. Or, at least he thought they did—Freddy had mentioned something about cats once. There’s so many.

Though, Susie, she mentioned dogs quite enough. Weren’t there a few dogs once? He wondered. If there had been, she’d probably been rather excited.

Maybe she’s out, and trying to get herself one? The rabbit silently giggled. I wonder how well that would go.

_____

Bonnie found himself staring out one of the windows close to the entrance. Every now and then, a car would zip by, but that was about it.

The man was here—a new one, after they’d all dealt with the previous one. When he’d passed by the stage, he had avoided looking at them all.

Bonnie knew that there was a worker here, but he just... didn’t feel like dealing with him. Not really.

The others hadn’t moved yet. Susie and Freddy were still in their usual positions, and Foxy was still inside his Cove. It wasn’t very big, Bonnie noticed.

He didn’t have a clue as to where Cassidy could be. The bear just... suddenly appeared out of nowhere every single time.

The blue rabbit kept staring out the window. They all seemed a little messy, but still clear enough for him to see through it.

Another car zipped by. Then another. And another. Why are so many people out around this time?

“Bonnie.”

His ears twitched, and as they did so, he tried to ignore the noise coming from them. The blue rabbit kept staring out the window.

“Bonnie.” The voice repeated.

The rabbit’s gaze drifted away from the window, and down at the ground—at his feet. He reached for his guitar, only to realize that it was back on stage.

He could hear the name being called—the rabbit could hear Cassidy calling for him, he knew her voice. But...

Why did something about it feel... off?

As he finally started to turn around, he simultaneously shook his head. I’m sure it’s fine. Maybe... maybe I’m thinking too hard? Maybe it’s nothing...

_____

Bonnie came to a stop, nearly tripping and falling over a few rocks that he had failed to notice, but managed to stay standing.

While there were several houses in front of him, the blue rabbit was far more focused on the main one—which was a bit larger, too.

There was a blue truck and a dusty orange minivan in the driveway. Just by looking at the place, he could tell that it was more than just one story.

The outside of the house was a rather light brown, while the windows and doors—at least the ones he could see, were white.

Pool! The rabbit heard his thought‘s proclaim. Bonnie began to look around further. What?

He spotted a dark brown gate to the right, and the animatronic began moving closer. He peered over it, and to what it led to.

There, while it seemed like a typical backyard, the rabbit could easily spot a rather large inground pool. Although, it was covered.

Huh. The blue rabbit blinked, tilting his head. ...Am I really good at guessing? Never thought I was.

As he started to back away from the gate, he looked back up at the sky. It’s starting to get brighter...

Usually, the rabbit felt upset or nervous when it started getting like this. But, not this time. Not today. It was different than the other times.

He’d gotten to where he wanted to be—the rabbit was finished. He’d been wandering for a while, trying to find... well, a place, and he had.

But why? The rabbit’s thoughts continued as he looked away from the sky. Slowly, he made his way over to the home’s front door.

He stepped onto the fuzzy mat, and stared at the door. How am I going to get in?

The blue rabbit looked around for a second, gaze drifting towards one of the windows, before back at the door. Key?

Or... Bonnie reached forward, grabbing the knob with a fuzzy paw, and turned it. I don’t think...

Much to the rabbit’s surprise, when he turned it, the door opened without a single problem. Huh. The animatronic shrugged.

He stood there for a second, before peering inside. It was rather dark inside—none of the lights were on, and nobody seemed to be around. Sleeping?

Knowing that he could be loud, as Bonnie stepped inside of the quiet and dark home, he tried to be far more quiet than he had ever been.

The blue rabbit turned around after a second, choosing to close it back. He didn’t know how to lock it—if he could.

Slowly and quietly, or, well, attempting to do it like that, the animatronic began taking a closer look around.

_____

The boy stood in front of the game. After having gotten a prize, he wanted to play something—before getting more of of the cheesy pizza.

Although, just as he placed the plushie down beside him, and was about to start playing, the boy heard a noise. He looked towards it.

There, a yellow rabbit was standing not too far from him. When did they get here?

“Hey, kid.” The yellow rabbit—Spring Bonnie, spoke up first. His tone was gentle, and there was a hint of excitement.

“Yes?” The boy tilted his head.

“I’ve got a big surprise for you!” Spring Bonnie answered, chuckling. They moved a little closer to the boy, still grinning.

A surprise? He liked those—those were always exciting, weren’t they? At least if they happened to be a good one, at least. Not one filled with bad news.

A bad one was if he was told something horrible about one of his parents—like if they were in the hospital. A better one, he thought, was a surprise birthday party.

Spring Bonnie continued. “Let’s just say that it might involve some cake—some special treats—and a certain blue bunny!”

A second later, the yellow rabbit gasped. “Oops!” He placed a fuzzy paw over their mouth. “I think I just ruined the surprise... didn’t I?”

The boy frowned. He quickly moved away from the game, and closer to Spring Bonnie, who seemed a little upset over the reveal.

He reached forward, grabbing hold of Spring Bonnie’s other paw—the one that wasn’t still placed over his grinning mouth.

“No, no!” The boy began, trying to reassure them. He shook his head in the process. “It’s alright, Spring Bonnie.”

The boy gently tugged on the yellow paw. “Come on, let’s go!”

Spring Bonnie chuckled, then nodded, and removed his paw from his face. “Alright!”

The boy found himself being led by Spring Bonnie, holding their hand. “I know you’re going to absolutely love it all!” They commented.

He nodded, smiling excitedly. I think so, too.

[cyber-streak-extra]

Just a (sentient) Spring Bonnie fic that I was wanting to do for a while :) @maraariana01

Title: The Rabbit’s Sorrow

Description: Spring Bonnie remembered what they were supposed to do——entertain children and make them happy. Now, he deals with the consequences of the opposite.

TW: Character Death+Blood.

The yellow rabbit blinked. Scanning the area, they recognized that they were standing atop the stage in the diner. A man—Mr. Emily—was walking away.

He watched the man for a few seconds, before turning to his left. There, Fredbear stood patiently, messing with his purple bow tie.

Spring Bonnie knew what was going to happen—and they assumed that the bear knew, too. Mr. Emily and Mr. Afton had been talking about it for a while.

Before today, the yellow rabbit remembered performing—although, with those few times, it had been different. It hadn’t been when the diner was open.

Both Mr. Emily and Mr. Afton had their own children. They remembered him and Fredbear getting to meet them all, and perform. It was more of practice, the rabbit figured.

Today was going to be different, though. He and the bear knew that. Today, the diner was going to open up.

“Spring Bonnie?”

“Fredbear?”

The two animatronics stared at the other as they spoke in unison. The rabbit’s ears twitched. “Sorry, Fredbear.” He gave a tiny smile.

Fredbear held out a hand. “It’s alright, Spring Bonnie.” The bear assured. “Do you want to...?”

The rabbit’s ears twitched again, ever so slightly beginning to lower. Spring Bonnie sighed. “Are you... nervous? Even just a little?”

Shaking his head, Fredbear moved from his spot, and inched closer to the yellow rabbit. He placed a hand on their shoulder.

“No...” He began, “But, Spring, I’m sure that everything will be alright.” What’s the worst that could happen?

Staying silent, the yellow rabbit only nodded. They trusted their friend—he didn’t have a reason not to—the bear was probably right.

___

Shortly after being worn by Mr. Afton again—after he’d finished, Spring Bonnie found himself unable to remember anything after that. Had they been shut off?

Letting out a shaky breath—one that the rabbit didn’t need—Spring Bonnie slumped against the wall, ears twitching and lowering.

Spring Bonnie could remember their purpose very well—to make children happy. To entertain them. Fredbear had been made to do that, too. Of course he had.

Although, the yellow rabbit had quickly discovered that there were two different ways that he and Fredbear would get to be able to perform.

Animatronic Mode—what he was in right now—and Suit Mode. The yellow rabbit... didn’t like that last one very much. But it never seemed to bother Fredbear.

When in Suit Mode—usually being worn by Mr. Afton—Spring Bonnie always noticed how they could see and hear, but unable to do anything else—like control himself.

Despite that, the yellow rabbit had assumed—had hoped—that everything would be alright—that nothing bad would happen—whether they were in Suit Mode or not.

As Spring Bonnie stared down at his hands, stained red and yet to be clean, the yellow rabbit had a feeling that nothing would be alright. Not after that.

___

They’d messed with the door, but only once. The yellow rabbit hadn’t really been trying that hard to begin with. He didn’t want to leave when he looked how he did.

Either way, when he’d chosen to mess with the door nearly an hour ago, it hadn’t budged. It was locked, it seemed. Mr. Afton’s doing, the rabbit had assumed.

They knew the room well enough—it was where Mr. Afton had been deciding to keep him, and the yellow rabbit had gotten bored pretty quickly.

Spring Bonnie’s ears, already rather low, went down further, covering the yellow rabbit’s eyes. It only happened to be himself in the room, nobody else.

His memories, for some time now, had been... iffy. They couldn’t understand why. But, there were parts that weren’t coming to him at all, or seemed... blurred?

Spring Bonnie had to lift their ears up as he scanned the room. Where are you, Fredbear?

Placing a hand on the wall beside him, he used his other to pull an old box closer. Then, the yellow rabbit began to look through it—tossing things around.

Come on, come on... The yellow rabbit continued tossing things around. The box seemed to mostly contain plushies—merchandise—but nothing they wanted—needed.

Shaking, the yellow rabbit continued his search through the large box—maybe he missed something? He needed to get it all off!

Huffing, Spring Bonnie shoved the box away, some of the merchandise spilling out of it as they did so. The animatronic rabbit grabbed at their ears.

A quiet whimper escaped the animatronic. “W-Why did he have to...” They trailed off as their eyes spotted the wall beside himself.

It was his handprint—the wall was stained, too, with the yellow rabbit’s bloody hand. Spring Bonnie flinched, letting go of their ears, which lowered once more.

He could notice how both of his ears were red now, too.

___

The yellow rabbit’s ears twitched at a sudden sound, breaking the silence that had lasted for nearly half an hour. He only looked for a second, before his gaze fell back to the ground.

The source of the noise was Mr. Afton, finally returning, and Spring Bonnie had felt himself tense. Mr. Afton seemed to be holding something.

Spring Bonnie could hear the door shut again, followed by footsteps approaching, but they didn’t look up. They didn’t say anything, either.

He didn’t even know what to say after what had happened. The animatronic didn’t know what to do. Was there anything that he could? He hadn’t been able to prevent anything.

For a moment, the yellow rabbit’s gaze drifted down to one of his hands. They wondered if there was something that they could do to Mr. Afton. He was close enough.

Just as quickly as they had started to raise a hand, considering getting up on their feet, the yellow rabbit had, just as quickly, stopped.

Letting out an unnecessary sigh, Spring Bonnie’s ears twitched at the familiar voice of Mr. Afton. He sounded annoyed. “Made more of a mess, I see...”

The animatronic just remained still, shutting his eyes.

___

From where the both of them stood, Spring Bonnie could spot a little girl with blonde hair. She seemed to be in the middle of playing one of the games.

But... she looked sad. The rabbit could understand that. And he wished that there was something that he could do for her. He thought he was good at comforting.

There had been sad or distressed children at the diner before. Both the rabbit and the bear usually tried to help—they thought Fredbear was the best at it.

Mr. Emily always tried helping out with a lot, too—whether just as himself, or when he was in the bear—when the animatronic happened to be in Suit Mode.

Spring Bonnie couldn’t recall a time where Mr. Afton ever really did much—it didn’t seem like he was that good of a comforter, compared to Mr. Emily.

A quiet chuckle escaped—yet it didn’t belong to the animatronic—it had been Mr. Afton. Controlling the suit, the two of them began approaching the young girl.

Spring Bonnie knew what was going to happen. They knew what Mr. Afton was going to do. He had mentioned it—and he had seemed so... happy.

If it were possible, they wanted to stop this—if it were possible, they wanted to help the girl. But it wasn’t. As long as Mr. Afton had him in Suit Mode...

Spring Bonnie took a quick look around, and realized that the two of them had moved. How had he not realized? Looking down, he saw the girl.

“He’s not really dead...” Mr. Afton spoke up, alerting the young girl of the presence behind her. She turned away from the game, sniffling.

The yellow rabbit noticed how he was doing some sort of voice, yet it wasn’t the first time. Mr. Afton never seemed to use his real voice when wearing them.

Wiping at her eyes, the girl stared up. “H-Huh...?”

If it were possible, Spring Bonnie would have frowned. The girl’s dog... he’d heard Mr. Afton say something about it.

Please, don’t listen to him! The yellow rabbit tried to get the words out, he wanted to warn her, but unfortunately, they remained thoughts.

“He is over here,” Mr. Afton continued. Not taking his eyes off of her, he pointed in the direction of another room—Spring Bonnie knew that it was only for employees.

He’d never seen it before, but, other children had been rather curious about the room—even trying to use it as a hiding spot for hide and seek.

“Follow me...”

Don’t listen! Please, don’t! He’s not there! The rabbit’s voice remained unheard.

Mr. Afton had crouched down—Spring Bonnie had crouched down—getting more to the girl’s level. A yellow paw was held out in front of her now.

The girl stared, before a smile started to spread, and she took hold of it. No!

“What’s your name?”

“S... Susie.”

“Well... let’s get you to your puppy, Susie.”

___

Spring Bonnie had assumed that there was only one box in the room—and he’d already looked around in it earlier. What he wanted hadn’t been in there.

However, as the yellow rabbit paced around, they tripped over something—managing to grab the table nearby, so that he didn’t fall.

Ow. Carefully letting go of the table, the yellow rabbit looked down, and spotted a box. It wasn’t the same one as before, though. He could tell that.

The original box had been surprisingly small, and was white. He’d left it in another part of the room, anyways.

This one, however, was a bit larger, and was a dark brown. It didn’t seem like it had been opened yet—at least by the yellow rabbit.

Ears twitching, Spring Bonnie lowered himself, staring at the box. He messed around with the tape that was on it for a couple of seconds.

Once the tape was off—but partially on their hand, and as the rabbit tried to get it off and on the ground, they opened the box with the tape less hand.

Peering into the box, there didn’t seem to be too much inside of it—at least compared to the other one, that had contained quite a lot of merchandise.

The rabbit’s ears shot up upon spotting something. Something familiar. He hurriedly began moving the other items in the box, so that he could reach it easier.

Carefully, the yellow rabbit pulled out a purple hat. Spring Bonnie knew that there were other hats—including others with the same color. There wasn’t ever just one.

There was never just one of anything—including the rabbit himself. He’d seen other suits before—in the parts and service area once—and the employees only room.

It was... strange.

Despite that, Spring Bonnie knew. They knew who the hat belonged to—he knew that it was the right one—it belonged to his friend. It was easy to recognize.

Ears slowly lowering, the rabbit held the purple hat close to their chest.

___

The two of them were wandering. Mr. Afton had chosen to be more out in the open this time—rather than simply watching from the corner, like before.

During that process, it seemed like he had rather quickly spotted someone—that he had chosen who would be next.

A young boy was up ahead at one of the tables—it wasn’t his first time being here, Mr. Afton knew. He grinned behind the yellow rabbit’s mask.

If the man wasn’t stopped, then it would be the boy’s last time, Spring Bonnie realized.

He didn’t know what he could do—he didn’t want the same thing to happen. They hadn’t been able to stop Mr. Afton from taking the young girl—Susie.

She’d looked so... terrified. She sounded so terrified.

Given that the boy had a plushie of the animatronic—which was across the table at the moment—and he was talking about him—Spring Bonnie assumed that the boy liked Foxy.

The yellow rabbit wasn’t very surprised—who wouldn’t like a pirate fox? A lot of other children seemed to like him, from what they’d heard.

A woman sitting beside the boy, who the rabbit had to guess was his mother, began to stand up. “Fritz?” She spoke gently.

The boy, Fritz, looked up at her. “Hm?”

“I’ll be back in a minute, alright? I’m just going to do to the restroom.”

Fritz nodded. He turned away from his mother as she began walking away, reaching to take another bite from a slice of pizza.

When he felt himself beginning to walk again—or, rather, Mr. Afton, the rabbit attempted to come to a stop. However, the yellow rabbit continued. Mr. Afton, stop!

Before anything was said, Fritz seemed to hear the footsteps, and turned, dropping his pizza back onto the plate. He waved.

The yellow rabbit waved back. “Hello, kiddo!”

Fritz waved again, smiling. Although the boy didn’t say anything, remaining silent.

“Do you like Foxy, kiddo?”

Fritz’s smile was quick to grow, and he immediately nodded. Oh...

He’s... he’s bad! Fritz, don’t listen to him! Don’t listen to Mr. Afton! The yellow rabbit wished that the words would actually come out—that they would be heard.

They hadn’t been heard earlier with Susie—he was never heard when he was in Suit Mode—unless it was Mr. Afton. Mr. Afton shouldn’t be heard right now.

“You know,” Mr Afton continued, his own grin growing. “Foxy wanted to see you!”

Staring with widened eyes now, Fritz pointed at himself, raising an eyebrow. No, no no, no...

The yellow rabbit nodded his head. “He needs help! Your help!”

Upon hearing that, Fritz immediately got out of his chair. He looked around for a second, before back up at the rabbit.

The yellow rabbit held out a large yellow paw in front of the boy. “Follow me, kiddo! Let’s go help Foxy!”

Fritz reached forward, taking hold of the animatronic’s fuzzy paw.

___

Spring Bonnie sat at the edge of a small table in the room, feet slowly swinging, as Fredbear’s hat remained close to his chest. They didn’t plan on letting it go.

I should have tried harder. The yellow rabbit’s grip on the hat tightened, and his ears remained lowered. I could have stopped him..

But they hadn’t. Despite wanting to, they hadn’t been able to prevent what had happened. Those kids were gone—and he had been apart of it.

They’d trusted him. They’d trusted Spring Bonnie. Not the man wearing and using the rabbit in the moment. Not the man using him to take their lives away.

While their memory hadn’t been the best for a while—even with far more recent moments—Spring Bonnie could remember all of the kids. They could remember their voices—screams...

They remembered each of the kids being so terrified. There was confusion at first—at Foxy not being there, or a puppy not being there, or...

Confusion—shortly followed by becoming frightened. Or, confusion, followed by bits of excitement—figuring something was hidden—and then fright.

“Did they... did they think I wanted to...?” The yellow rabbit wondered aloud, voice barely above a whisper.

It was a rather distressing thought. It was something they’d never wanted to do—they didn’t dream of ever harming a child. Why would they ever want to?

He’d seen Fritz’s before she left for a moment—the rabbit had seen all of the children’s loved ones. Nobody had been aware what was going to happen. How would they know?

The animatronic hadn’t really seen any of them after that. He couldn’t tell when it had happened—how long had it been already? How were the parents?

Were they trying to find their children? If a search was happening, how long had it been going on for? It had felt like yesterday when Mr. Afton had used him for that.

However, the animatronic rabbit had a feeling that it had been a little longer than that. Everything felt rather slow, though.

How were the parents handling everything? None of them knew what had truly happened—the truth. Did they have hope that their children would be found? Found alive?

What was going to happen if everything was figured out? How would they handle it all? I’m sorry..

When Mr. Afton had been using him, Spring Bonnie had thought back to his springlocks. For a moment, he thought that he could take back control—maybe use his springlocks to stop the man.

But... they knew everything about their springlocks. In the past, there had been some accidents. A few times when in Animatronic Mode, and once, way earlier, with Mr. Afton inside.

Unlike the previous moments, it hadn’t been caused by water—he couldn’t remember what exactly had been the cause, though. Maybe Mr. Afton had done something wrong?

Despite wanting to stop the man, the yellow rabbit hadn’t wanted to hurt him—they didn’t want to hurt anyone. So, attempting to use those had been crossed out.

They didn’t like the springlocks very much.

___

The yellow rabbit’s ears twitched at the new noise. It wasn’t much of a good one—crying, Spring Bonnie realized. Didn’t that mean someone was sad? What was wrong?

It sounded like a child. While the Diner wasn’t open yet today, the rabbit knew that Mr. Emily and Mr. Afton were here. The two’s children were usually brought here with them.

Charlotte—Mr. Emily’s daughter, was rather sweet. Spring Bonnie remembered a time where she had given him and Fredbear some drawings.

There was Michael, Mr. Afton’s eldest—the boy aways had a Foxy mask with him. Spring Bonnie had taken notice to three other boys a few times—they had their own masks, too.

With how the crying sounded, the animatronic doubted that it could be Michael, though. He didn’t recall him being brought here today, either.

Then, there was Mr. Afton’s younger children—Elizabeth and Evan. The younger boy always seemed nervous about Fredbear—but he carried around a plushie.

“Fred?”

The yellow bear looked up from the ground, and towards the yellow rabbit, his own ears twitching. “Are you hearing that, too?”

Spring Bonnie nodded. As he started to get off of the little stage, the rabbit glanced back at his friend. “Let’s go. Maybe we can help them?”

Fredbear let out a quiet hum in response. He set his microphone down, and hopped off of the stage—stumbling for a moment, but he didn’t fall.

Remaining by each other’s side, the animatronics began to wander, trying to find where the crying was coming from—and the source.

Fredbear came to a sudden stop, and tapped Spring Bonnie on the shoulder. The rabbit turned their head to look at the bear. “Hm?”

The animatronic bear pointed, and Spring Bonnie followed along. He was pointing at a room towards the right. It wasn’t too far from their stage.

The door was closed, and while muffled, the crying was closer. Spring Bonnie couldn’t remember where the door led to—or what the room was used for.

“Hello?” The rabbit gently called out. He moved towards it, Fredbear following behind him. While there wasn’t an answer, Spring Bonnie opened it.

In the corner of the room, he spotted the source of the noise. It was Mr. Afton’s youngest son, Evan. He held a plushie close to him tightly.

“Hey...” That caught the child’s attention—looking up at them after a second with watery eyes. He scooted back ever so slightly.

Slowly, Spring Bonnie took a step inside. He glanced back for a moment, only to find Fredbear partially hiding himself. His ears twitched.

“I know how he feels,” The bear whispered, “He doesn’t need to see me right now. I don’t want to make him more stressed, Spring.”

Humming, Spring Bonnie turned back around, focusing on the young boy. He took slow steps, before kneeling down. He tried not to be too close—he wanted to give him enough space.

“Hey, buddy... what’s wrong?”

The boy just sniffled in response. He opened his mouth for a second, seemingly to say something, but all that came out was a cry.

The rabbit knew of his springlocks—what could happen—and how they were typically set off. The rabbit knew what typically caused him to malfunction. But, they could try to be careful.

Spring Bonnie spread his arms. “Hey, kiddo... want to come here? It’s okay.”

Evan stared at the yellow rabbit in front of him, wiping at his eyes with one hand—while the other kept a grip on the Fredbear plushie.

A few seconds passed, and the young boy started to make his way over to where the yellow rabbit was. He fully sat down, instead of being crouched.

Sniffling, Evan hugged the fuzzy rabbit, and Spring Bonnie carefully wrapped his arms around him. “It’s alright...”

___

Spring Bonnie hadn’t been able to help it—they’d just felt rather curious. They’d looked out through the window a couple of times, but had never gone out.

They’d always wanted to go out, even if it was for just a few minutes or so. There wasn’t really anything that he wanted to do—he just wanted to be out there.

He remembered speaking to Fredbear about it once or twice. And while his friend seemed a little curious, he never seemed to want to actively go out.

After going through the front doors, Spring Bonnie simply stood there, staring up at the sky. He could see things flying above him—birds, if he remembered right?

Looking at the sky, there were a lot of clouds up there today. There wasn’t much blue that they could see through those—or the sun.

Drip. Spring Bonnie’s ears twitched, and then they looked around for a second. Yet, they didn’t see anything that could have been the source of that.

Drip. Drip. Drip. They looked around further. For a second, Spring Bonnie thought that he saw something hit the ground near him.

“Spring?” While somewhat distant, they could still recognize Fredbear’s voice from inside the Diner. He was finally active, it seemed.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. As the yellow rabbit turned to look back towards the doors, he flinched at the sudden feeling of something hitting him.

It wasn’t hard or anything—but... rather weird. Something wet? Wet—it made them feel weird... and a little bad. Not good. What was it?

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

The feeling wasn’t good. Spring Bonnie began to back up as it continued—was it getting worse? They could feel themselves beginning to twitch—shake. Their vision was... glitching?

The yellow rabbit shuddered at a sudden feeling of... pain? Pain? Through his glitching vision, he looked up—the wet stuff was coming from the sky.

Spring Bonnie felt himself start to fall back.

~

“Spring?”

Fredbear? The yellow rabbit felt his ears twitch. Why did he sound so... concerned? “Spring Bonnie?”

Starting to see again—which, thankfully, their vision didn’t seem so... weird, like earlier, Spring Bonnie started to look around.

He wasn’t outside any longer. He was back inside the Diner—in the room that was used for repairs—and also happened to contain other suits.

To their right, Fredbear sat. His ears were lowered, and with one hand, he held one of the yellow rabbit’s.

“Fredbear?”

“Spring Bonnie,” The yellow rabbit turned away from his friend at the other voice—Mr. Emily’s. He was standing in front of the two.

“What were you doing outside?”

“I just... it looked nice. It was nice.” The yellow rabbit answered after a moment, moving closer to the yellow bear.

“Fredbear told me he saw you out there when he activated. He saw you collapse, and came to me, all panicked.” Mr. Emily explained.

Spring Bonnie glanced back at his friend—if it were possible, the rabbit would have frowned—both of them would have. “Something hit me...”

“It’s raining outside.” Mr. Emily answered.

“Raining?” The yellow rabbit’s ears twitched. “Why did that... why’d it cause me to do that?”

“Well,” The man started.

___

The last time he’d seen the children... Spring Bonnie couldn’t entirely recall. Evan... the boy was going to have a birthday. It was going to happen at the Diner.

No. Spring Bonnie shook their head. They messed with Fredbear’s hat, before placing it atop their head. With their ears lowered, it wasn’t much of a problem.

It already happened. His birthday happened. The yellow rabbit could remember discussions of it here and there—and then the events... mostly.

Misty. Foggy. Blocked. That’s what he’d taken to referring to his iffy memories. It was the best thing that the yellow rabbit could come up with.

He remembered Mr. Afton arriving at the diner that day—Evan close behind him, holding the Fredbear plushie close like usual. He’d seemed more nervous than usual.

Michael had arrived a little later—wearing his Foxy mask, like usual. They could remember the teenager’s friends with him—each with a different mask.

The yellow rabbit could recall everything up until Evan, Michael, and the teen’s friends started to make their way towards the stage.

He didn’t understand why Evan was always messed with—were siblings always like that? The yellow rabbit wouldn’t know. He didn’t have one.

Mr. Afton and Mr. Emily’s children... Spring Bonnie hoped that they were alright. They hadn’t seen any of them in some time. Do they know?

Are they alright? Spring Bonnie shifted around slightly, staring towards the door for a moment, before down at their hands. Did he do anything?

___

A boy, just a little older than Susie and Fritz by the looks of it, was wandering around—almost seeming a little lost. Mr. Afton...

Just like the previous times, as the two of them made their way to the boy, the yellow rabbit’s attempts weren’t doing anything.

Springlocks... He heard pop up within his mind. The yellow rabbit knew how they worked—but he himself had never activated those willingly.

Every other time it had happened—so far, they’d counted four, it had been on accident for one reason or another. Mostly water.

The springlocks hurt. Hurt him—and Mr. Afton. He’d been in Suit Mode the time the last accident occurred—and the man had been wearing him.

Spring Bonnie wanted to stop him. He did. But to hurt him? Hurt anyone purposely? Even with what the man was doing, he didn’t want to hurt him—or worse.

Even if the yellow rabbit chose to go through with that idea, he didn’t know how to activate the springlocks by himself—he couldn’t do anything right now.

“What’s the matter, kiddo?”

The boy looked up, frowning. “I... didn’t mean to get separated from her. There’s just... a lot of people here, and...” He trailed off.

“Your mother?”

The young boy nodded.

Mr. Afton clapped his—the yellow rabbit’s—hands together. “Oh, dear...” He hummed. “Well, kiddo, I’ve got some good news!”

Without waiting for a response from the boy, he continued. “I know where your mother is! She’s worried sick.”

“She is?” His frown grew.

As he nodded, the boy spoke up again. “Can... can you take me to her, please? I don’t want to let her keep worrying...”

“Why, of course!” Mr. Afton hummed. He reached down, carefully picking up the kid. The boy was a bit surprised, but was rather relaxed.

As the three of them began walking away, Mr. Afton glanced back at the kid in his arms. “What’s your name?”

“Gabriel.”

___

Looking around... this didn’t seem like the same place, Spring Bonnie realized. Where he’d been in before, it was much smaller, and there were a few boxes and a table.

This was different, though. This room was somewhat bigger, and there wasn’t much in there except for three gray arcade machines.

What? Ears twitching, Spring Bonnie looked around further, yet there really didn’t seem to be much else. The room seemed rather old, too.

What am I doing here? Slowly, the yellow rabbit began to rise. Who had moved them? Had Mr. Afton come by and done so for whatever reason?

He didn’t remember the man coming by recently. But then again, the rabbit’s memories still hadn’t been great.

Thinking back, everything was starting to get misty—foggy—just like the memories that were further back. But it wasn’t like they weren’t accessible.

Everything felt like it was starting to get... mashed together. As he spent time in that room, it all, frankly, felt the same.

As the yellow rabbit stood to their full height, ears continuing to twitch, they felt as if... something was missing? But what?

Spring Bonnie lifted a hand to rest atop his head, and that was when it hit the rabbit hard. The rabbit’s eyes widened.

“His hat!” Spring Bonnie shouted aloud, ears shooting straight up. They thought they heard a sort of static in their voice—but that was the least of the animatronic’s worries.

Spring Bonnie knew that he’d been keeping Fredbear’s hat on him. It was either in the rabbit’s hands, or atop his head, in between his ears.

“Where...?” That time, the rabbit could hear the static far more clearly. Spring Bonnie moved away from where he’d been, and began wandering.

Drip. Drip. His ears twitched at the noise, but the rabbit didn’t pay much attention. He took a little mental note to try and be careful.

They hadn’t planned on leaving it—was it hidden somewhere in this room? Had it fallen off when they were being moved? Was it still in the other room?

Where was that other place? Why had they been moved?

___

Struggling, they began moving the last arcade machine back to its original spot. Just like the last two, there wasn’t anything—not the hat.

The yellow rabbit lifted their head, no longer staring down at the ground. They froze, staring at their hands that rested against the arcade machine.

Spring Bonnie had sworn that they were fine—that his hands had been clean. However, staring at them now, both were stained. They were red. There was blood.

The yellow rabbit stumbled backwards, his stained hands—his body—beginning to shake. “N-No... no...”

The animatronic kept going backwards in his panic—at least until he felt himself hit the wall behind him. There, the yellow rabbit stood, shaking.

They shut their eyes tightly, a whimper escaping the rabbit. Spring Bonnie slid down, sitting in the old, lonely room.

He’d never liked anything being this quiet. The only noises from within the room were the rabbit’s own noises, and an occasional drip.

When Spring Bonnie reopened his eyes a moment later, not bothering to move his ears, a wave of confusion—yet at the same time, relief, hit the rabbit.

Staring down at their hands, they were... clean. There was nothing—there was no blood—on them any longer.

___

Spring Bonnie remained silent—no longer trying to speak. Despite their attempts, nothing had been working. He wasn’t able to warn anyone.

Mr. Afton was simply continuing, and all the yellow rabbit was able to do was watch. Has he always wanted to do this...?

The two of them began approaching another child. He’d just gotten something—although Spring Bonnie couldn’t tell what—as a prize. It looked like a plushie.

Leaving that area, he began walking off—seemingly towards where some of the games were. I thought he was good... nice...

Using the yellow rabbit’s arm, Mr. Afton moved the big ears—which had been lowered, blocking his sight. He moved them back up.

Both of them knew the kid’s name. Spring Bonnie thought that he heard a woman’s voice say “Jeremy.” He couldn’t see where the boy’s parents could be.

They’d been hoping that someone would see the two of them—that they’d see Mr. Afton—that someone would take Jeremy away. Maybe because it was time for him to go home.

Yet, that wasn’t happening. Nobody was preventing the terrible events. Spring Bonnie couldn’t—the children’s parents weren’t ever close by. Gabriel had even been lost—separated.

As the two of them stopped next to Jeremy, Spring Bonnie glanced towards the game for a moment. All of them seemed rather fun—but they’d never gotten the chance to play any.

It seemed like a lot of children liked one that he’d seen earlier—the one Susie had been playing before Mr. Afton came around. Although, he didn’t know the name.

Jeremy was staring up at the two of them—at the yellow rabbit. “Hey, kid.”

“Yes?”

“I’ve got a big surprise for you!” Mr. Afton began, chuckling. “Let’s just say that it might involve some cake—some special treats—and certain blue bunny!”

“Oops!” Mr. Afton placed a hand over the yellow rabbit’s permanently grinning mouth. “I think I just ruined the surprise... didn’t I?”

Completely forgetting about the game, Jeremy moved closer, shaking his head. He reached forward, grabbing the yellow rabbit’s other hand.

“No, no! It’s alright, Spring Bonnie.” Jeremy answered. It isn’t me...

“Come on, let’s go!”

He chuckled, then nodded, removing his hand. “Alright!”

___

As the rabbit laid there, having not moved for some time—what was the time?—how much time has gone by already... even more?—he began to think further.

Drip. Drip. Drip. The yellow rabbit barely paid much attention to it—it wasn’t near him, anyways. However, it did seem to be happening in more areas.

What if they had been able to do something? Anything? Was there anything that the yellow rabbit could have done to prevent what Mr. Afton had done?

What if he had, somehow, managed to control himself? Get himself back into Animatronic Mode, not Suit Mode. What if he had been able to say something?

If they had ever been able to do anything, then the children would be alright—they’d be perfectly okay. He wouldn’t have been used to harm them. Mr. Afton wouldn’t have been able to do it.

The parents wouldn’t have lost their children—they’d all still have them. They wouldn’t need to be scared or worried—none of them would be needing to grieve.

Maybe the rabbit should have tried harder.

Drip. Drip.

___

“Hello!” The yellow rabbit tiredly stared down—fully seeing once Mr. Afton moved their ears again. He seemed just a little annoyed about that.

In front of the two of them, he saw another kid—how many had Mr. Afton lured already? What number was she going to be? The rabbit hadn’t been counting.

The girl had long black hair—long enough that it was, currently, held together in a ponytail. Compared to the other children Spring Bonnie had seen, she seemed somewhat older.

They were all still young, though. They were all still just children. Children that didn’t deserve this. Any of it.

Like Jeremy, Spring Bonnie thought that he had caught her name earlier—although, he couldn’t fully remember it. It had started with a C.

The black-haired girl stared up, backing up slightly. Yet she didn’t leave. Please do... you need to...

Spring Bonnie dived into his mind—thinking back to previous moments. Better moments. He thought he could still hear the two of them—Mr. Afton and the girl.

They didn’t want to hear him. They didn’t want to hear what he was saying. They didn’t want to hear panic—the screams. Why is this happening...?

Why did it have to be happening at all? What did the children do to deserve this? Spring Bonnie had a feeling that the answer was nothing. They didn’t do anything for this.

The children were innocent, Spring Bonnie knew that. They were here at the restaurant for one reason or another—the place was supposed to bring joy, he knew that, too.

Spring Bonnie didn’t want to be used for this. This new purpose that Mr. Afton had chosen to use him for. Does he enjoy this? Why?

The yellow rabbit snapped back to his surroundings when he felt his hand move. Looking down, it was being held out for the girl.

“Come along, Cassidy.”

The girl—Cassidy, stood there for a moment, staring at the fuzzy hand. Spring Bonnie hadn’t been listening, but he wondered what Mr. Afton had told her.

They’d been listening when Mr. Afton had spoken to the other children. Maybe to see one of the others? They wished they could frown.

Cassidy reached over, taking hold of the yellow rabbit’s hand. Mr. Afton held it tightly, so that she wouldn’t be able to run off.

“You’ll love it!” He chuckled.

___

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Drip. Drip.

Spring Bonnie groggily stared in the direction of where a new noise was coming from. It was something he’d heard before, but hadn’t heard it in some time.

Footsteps. Someone was here—wherever ‘here’ was. They’d never left the room. They couldn’t. Who...?

He didn’t have to wonder for long. A few moments later, a man burst into the room—he looked rather panicked. In his left hand was an axe, which was promptly tossed aside.

The man looked... a little different at least, but was still rather recognizable—at least to Spring Bonnie. Mr. Afton...?

Drip.

Drip.

The yellow rabbit had assumed that it was only him—but if he was running, and seemed scared...

Spring Bonnie stared, startled, when five small figures appeared behind Mr. Afton. They were all rather short—somewhat see-through, and each had masks.

One had a Chica mask, the one across from her had a Foxy mask—then a Bonnie mask, and a Freddy mask. Then, one had a yellow Freddy mask.

It sort of reminded Spring Bonnie of Fredbear—but with the hat, it was black. Black tears were spilling from the eye holes of the mask.

The yellow rabbit kept staring. They knew those figures. They recognized those ghosts. They were all something that the animatronic wouldn’t forget.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

The children...? Spring Bonnie had heard of ghosts—they were something that he somewhat believed in, but had never imagined seeing.

The ghost with the Golden Freddy mask—which Spring Bonnie had to assume was Cassidy—he remembered her hair—began approaching Mr. Afton.

The other ghost’s simply remained where they had first appeared, watching the two of them. What is she going to do? She seemed angry.

“Stay away!” Mr. Afton, as he backed away from the approaching ghost girl, began looking around in a panic.

The yellow rabbit would have frowned when they realized that Mr. Afton had spotted them. He was grinning now as he hurried over.

Drip.

In an instant, Mr. Afton was by the animatronic’s side, and hurriedly began putting Spring Bonnie on. The children watched, glancing at each other.

Drip.

Mr. Afton, wearing the yellow rabbit, took a few small steps towards the group of ghosts. Spring Bonnie heard a noise from the man—laughter.

The ghosts glared, yet none of them got any closer. They stared at the two—but seemed to be watching something else.

Drip.

Spring Bonnie heard it. They hadn’t been focusing on it much—it hadn’t ever hit them while they were stuck in the room yet. They knew what it was, though.

Water. It had been doing that quite often. His best guess was that it was raining, and because of some holes, it was free to come inside.

The yellow rabbit... started to have a feeling on what was about to happen. It felt obvious.

Drip.

Spring Bonnie felt anxious. The last times it had happened, it had never been good—it had hurt. Usually only himself—but then Mr. Afton had a springlock failure once.

It had hurt them both.

Drip.

He felt himself go tense—the rabbit could hear Mr. Afton’s laughter quickly come to a halt. The water had finally started hitting him.

Drip.

Mr. Afton was going to go through another. Spring Bonnie was going to have another. His previous one involved the man—and so was this one.

He’d felt horrible the previous time—he hated seeing Mr. Afton in pain—he hated hearing Mr. Emily panic—he hated hearing the screams.

Drip.

Drip.

The screaming... speaking of which, it had started again. Spring Bonnie wanted to do it, too. But he couldn’t. He remained silent. It was all he could do.

Just like how he had done with the children, the yellow rabbit tried to block out the man’s screaming. The children’s had been worse.

He remembered most of them begging—begging for the rabbit to stop. He remembered them being confused. Sad. Scared.

Drip.

Spring Bonnie didn’t dare look around at himself. He could feel Mr. Afton’s blood beginning to pour through parts of his suit. He didn’t want to see it.

Even if they looked, the rabbit had a feeling that they wouldn’t see a lot for too much longer—they weren’t feeling good. Their vision was getting bad.

Drip.

In the corner of the room, the children remained, all watching. What do they think...? The yellow rabbit found himself wondering.

Drip.

The children kept watching—none saying a single thing. Did they ever think that I wanted to...? What do they think now...?

Drip.

As Spring Bonnie felt himself and Mr. Afton collapse onto the ground, the yellow rabbit realized that he didn’t hear any screaming.

Yet, despite that, the yellow rabbit knew that Mr. Afton was still alive—for now, at least. They knew how long it would be. It wasn’t something instant.

Drip.

When Mr. Afton had gone through the springlocking years ago, Mr. Emily had been there to help him—the man had been sent to a hospital.

The man had gotten help.

This time was different. Of course it was. It was going to stay that way. The man wasn’t going to get help.

Drip.

From where Spring Bonnie lay, he could see the children suddenly disappear from the room—leaving only him and Mr. Afton.

Drip.

Spring Bonnie knew that this was going to be different. Mr. Afton wasn’t going to get help—did anyone know that the man was in this place? Did anyone know what he did?

The yellow rabbit himself wasn’t going to get help, either. The only person that had ever seen him more recently was Mr. Afton.

Did anyone know where either of them were? What’s going to happen?

Drip.

Where’d Fredbear ever go? The yellow rabbit wondered.

Drip.

Is he okay? Will he be okay? Spring Bonnie felt Mr. Afton twitch. A noise escaped him—but it wasn’t much of a scream.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

The yellow rabbit was feeling worse—they knew what was going to happen shortly—and nobody would fix them. He tried not to feel that scared.

I wish I could see him again... A noise escaped again—but Spring Bonnie didn’t think that it was from Mr. Afton. What would he think...?

Drip.

Spring Bonnie had never wanted to harm Mr. Afton—having shoved the springlock idea away rather quickly. But... a part of the rabbit felt... relieved. Happy.

Maybe this was the best option...? The animatronic wondered. He didn’t know what else could be done. Am I bad for feeling that? Thinking this?

Drip.

Drip.

As everything faded—the yellow rabbit feeling himself disappear—shut off—one last thought presented itself. He would’ve smiled wider if he could.

Mr. Afton won’t be able to harm anyone again...

[cyber-streak-extra]

:) The ITP: Happy Ending was made by @maraariana01

Title: The Sleepover

Description: Oswald wants to have a fun night with Gabrielle and Ben. However...

Friday. It was always nice when the day came around—especially because of recent events that had been going on.

Oswald didn’t know why—maybe he just felt like it, but Dylan Cooper had started messing with him a lot more than he originally had.

Even back when he had been on summer break, Oswald had figured that he’d still need to deal with the other boy for quite a while longer—and he was right.

While it wasn’t the worst, Oswald still didn’t like having to deal with Dylan so frequently—the names and all. But, he chose not to mention it.

Now, he’d been out for a couple of hours, and his somewhat decent day had started to become better when Gabrielle had come half an hour ago.

The two of them sat next to each other on his bed. Gabrielle had a thick book in her hand—which she was partially focused on reading, but kept glancing back towards Oswald.

“Ben’s going to be here, right?” She questioned, flipping the page—but making sure that there weren’t several pages together in the moment.

Oswald looked away from her, and towards his phone. He and Ben had been chatting for a bit earlier, but there hadn’t been a response for a while.

“That’s what he and Mom said, yeah.” The boy nodded.

He had asked them both separately—Jackie hadn’t been sure—and she had been in a hurry. Ben himself just didn’t know—but assumed it would be a while.

With Jackie still off at work, and Thomas sleeping, that just left them with Spring Bonnie. Oswald remembered him in the kitchen, putting up groceries.

“I-“ Gabrielle had started, only to get interrupted with a noise coming from outside the room—it sounded like the doorbell, but a little quiet and slow.

“I’ll be right back.” Oswald told her, hopping off of the bed.

As he made his way out of the room, he could already see someone—Fetch. The animatronic was excitedly staring at the door, tail wagging.

Although, he wasn’t sure where the bunny was. Yet, at least. Maybe the bunny was still busy? He hadn’t been home for long.

“I’ve got it!” The boy called out, hoping that Spring Bonnie heard him.

Fetch turned at Oswald’s voice. Letting out a quick bark, he rushed away from the door, and towards him, tail continuing to wag.

“Hey, Fetch.” He smiled, putting a hand down to quickly give the animatronic a pet on the head. His tail just went quicker. Oswald wasn’t surprised.

As he pulled open the door, he was greeted by Ben standing there. Looking outside a little farther, he could see his friend’s father watching.

“Hey, man.” Ben grinned. Not looking behind himself, he gave a wave towards his father, before making his way inside the house.

Oswald moved to close the door, and as he did, he saw Ben’s father wave back, before getting back into the drivers seat of the car.

After Ben had moved away after the mill had closed, Oswald hadn’t been all that certain if the two of them would really get to see each other.

Sure, they were still able to text the other—but Oswald felt like it wasn’t the same. He’d missed him a lot.

Now, he was more than happy that they were getting to spend time together again. Ben obviously couldn’t visit all the time, but he came around enough.

“Hey.” As Oswald turned back after shutting the door (and making sure to lock it), he saw Ben crouched down, giving Fetch a belly rub.

The animatronic dog was happily enjoying it. Oswald smiled. “My phone died earlier, and I’d only just gotten the chance to charge it a couple minutes ago.”

Ben finally stopped with the belly rub, standing back up. Fetch stared up at him, tail wagging, before running off towards Oswald’s room.

The boy’s followed after the animatronic dog. “So, how’s everything been?” Ben questioned.

“Well... after last summer,” Oswald glanced back in the direction that he figured the bunny was, “It’s definitely been more interesting.”

He remembered when Ben had first been told everything. He’d forgotten to ever text him about it—although he had certainly wanted to.

So, Ben had finally learned about it when he and his parents came by, and were greeted by Spring Bonnie opening the door.

Now that he was thinking about it, Oswald hadn’t exactly told him everything. Like both encounters with Funtime Freddy. He wasn’t sure how to explain that to him.

A frown started to form on Oswald’s face. Will he come back again? Oswald sighed. Was he always going to do that? He’d already done it twice—getting away each time.

What if he hurts someone else? Or worse? He knew very well that the bear was capable of doing something ‘worse’. He’d seen Millie.

If Spring Bonnie hadn’t found them when he had, then Ralpho would have lost his life—they both would have. Ralpho... Another sigh escaped him.

“Oswald?”

“Hm?”

Oswald looked up from the ground, and back at Ben. “You good?”

He gave a nod. “Yeah... just thinking.”

Now that he was more focused, he realized that he was standing in the doorway, while Ben was actually in the room, watching him.

Looking a little further into his room, he spotted Gabrielle. Currently, she was lifting an excited Fetch up onto the bed, and into her lap.

“So...” Oswald started, entering his room, shutting the door ever so slightly. “What do you guys wanna do first?”

____

Oswald had been feeling rather tired recently—although, admittedly, he wasn’t sure why. But because of it, throughout the day at school, he kept nearly falling asleep.

He was sure he actually had, once, and for just a minute. One of his teachers must have been quick to notice. He’d opened his eyes to someone poking him.

The boy was rather happy when he realized that school was finally out for the day. Moving away from his desk, he made his way through the hallway.

As he walked, Oswald could spot Gabrielle from the corner of his eye—but he chose not to say anything. He didn’t think she saw him, anyway.

Stepping outside and past multiple students, it was rather easy to spot the animatronic bunny sitting in the drivers seat, waiting.

He opened the passenger door. “Hey, Spring...” Oswald yawned, climbing into the seat, and shutting the door.

Spring Bonnie waved, smiling. Once he was sure that his son had buckled up, the bunny began to drive.

Thomas was rather busy today, so he didn’t have time to pick up Oswald, which had left it to Spring Bonnie. Which, he didn’t mind.

Whenever it came to the bunny’s turn to pick up his son, it was always nice. He liked hearing about his day—even if it wouldn’t exactly be the most eventful.

Although, Oswald remained silent, leaning against the window.

Spring Bonnie stopped the car when he saw a red light in front of him. Then, he turned to look at his son in the seat beside him.

He seemed to be in the same position as before, and the bunny could hear a noise—he’d grown used to it, and knew what it meant. Snoring. His son was sleeping.

Spring Bonnie chose not to wake the boy up. He refocused on what was ahead of him, as the light finally changed to green.

Eventually, he reached their home, parking in the drive way. Glancing back at his son, the boy was still peacefully sleeping. He shifted slightly.

He wanted to get him inside, but didn’t want to disturb his son’s rest. It was rather chilly out, too. The bunny’s ears twitched.

Trying not to make much noise, he carefully opened up the door, and then reached for the sleeping Oswald.

Holding the boy against his chest, he wrapped the sides of his coat around him—wanting him to remain comfortable and warm.

Stepping out of the car with Oswald, and carefully closing the door with his side, the bunny made his way inside with his sleeping son.

____

After the three of them—and Fetch—had decided to draw for a little while, the idea to make some sort of fort had crossed Gabrielle’s mind.

Neither Ben or Oswald had a problem with that—although Oswald had never exactly made something like that before.

Gabrielle had chosen to leave the room to collect a few things, with Fetch happily running after her, leaving himself and Ben in the room.

As he and Ben chatted—with his friend beginning to do some video game voices—Oswald stared at some of the drawings.

One of Fetch’s was the closest. Until now, he’d never actually seen a drawing of his—only regular writing. But, the dog could draw well.

From staring at it, he could recognize the figures. In the middle was Ben, to the right was himself, and to the right was Gabrielle.

He’d been hearing Ben speak—he could hear him start speaking in another voice—not a video game impersonation, but familiar.

It was only when he heard “Oswald” that he fully focused on his friend. Turning away from the drawings, he turned back towards Ben.

“Mm?”

“What did you think of my Dylan impression?” He chuckled.

“It...” Oswald started. Why have I been so distracted? He frowned. He kept finding himself... lost in thought? There’d been a lot on his mind.

The boy knew what he usually started to think about—started to think back on—he...

“I’m back!” The boys turned towards the bedroom door, being greeted by Gabrielle, and Fetch, right by her side.

She set everything down in front of her, before kneeling down as a happy Fetch laid down, seemingly asking for a belly rub.

____

Spring Bonnie made his way out of the kitchen, through the hallway, and towards Oswald’s room. In his hands, he carefully held a plate.

With Ben and Gabrielle staying over, he had chosen to make something for the three of them. Well, not exactly make...

Spring Bonnie didn’t know how to make any sort of food—he knew that very well. He remembered how it went when he tried with Ralpho.

The bunny had found some chocolate chip cookies. He was sure that the kids would enjoy these.

As he reached the room, before actually seeing anything, he could hear his son laugh. “I think he wants to help out.”

Fully entering, he spotted some sort of structure in part of the room—which he presumed that the kids were the cause of.

Fetch held a soft blanket in his mouth. It seemed like he was trying to place it somewhere rather high—and keep it there.

“Your bunny dad is here.” Using his free hand, Spring Bonnie waved when all of the kids had realized that he was there—Ben having realized first.

He moved closer, setting the plate down on the bed. “I figured you’d like some snacks. :)” He scribbled down.

Gabrielle spoke up first. “Thank you,” She nodded, moving closer to the bed so that she could grab one of the cookies.

As Oswald moved to take a cookie for himself, both he and Gabrielle noticed how Fetch was staring up at the both of them, tail wagging.

Spring Bonnie scribbled something else down. “What’re you all doing?”

“Making a fort,” Gabrielle answered, “It’s gotta be pretty big.”

“I know how to make those.” Oswald nearly dropped his cookie at the sudden voice—he noticed how the animatronic dog’s tail went faster.

Looking past Spring Bonnie, the boy spotted Ralpho standing in the door way. I didn’t think he was here..

“You do?” Ben asked.

The orange rabbit nodded, ears twitching. “Maybe I could help?”

“That’d be nice,” Gabrielle nodded.

____

Oswald wandered out into the hallway outside of his room, finding himself unable to sleep. After that situation with the bear, he guessed it made sense.

He couldn’t get what happened out of his head. He had felt just as terrified as the first time—if not more.

While he was awake, the boy had chosen to make his way to the kitchen. He wanted to have a little late night snack.

Oswald knew that his dad and mom were home—Jackie had been helping with the orange rabbit’s injuries.

They both had to be asleep, he guessed. So, as the boy wandered, he tried his best to be quiet. He just hoped that nothing would creak.

He would have kept walking—having a clear path. Get to the kitchen, get some sort of snack, and then head back to his room shortly after.

However, he came to a stop when he spotted Spring Bonnie. The yellow bunny was nearby, sitting next to the couch. Sitting next to Ralpho.

Ralpho took up most of the couch with the way he was laying. The orange rabbit’s ears were lowered, and Oswald could spot his hat on the table.

The rabbit was rather still. Oswald couldn’t exactly tell or not from where he was, but he guessed that his eyes were closed—that he was resting.

The boy certainly figured that someone would need rest after something like... that.

Spring Bonnie’s own ears were lowered. With both hands, he held onto one of Ralpho’s.

It was rather dark, but even then, Oswald thought that he could see the yellow bunny slowly dripping.

Frowning, and letting out a quiet sigh, Oswald turned around, starting to make his way back to his bedroom.

____

It took some time, but eventually, the kids, the orange rabbit, and the excited animatronic dog had finally managed to finish the whole fort.

Ralpho had noticed that, while the others helped out, Oswald stood off to the side. He almost looked... upset, and lost in thought.

But, he had assured the group when Gabrielle had noticed something. Maybe he’s just tired? The orange rabbit had thought, frowning.

After having set it up, Ralpho just remembered talking for a while—and Gabrielle deciding to read something to the group for a short while.

He looked around. Within the fort, Gabrielle was to the far right. Fetch was laying across her—which he’d chosen to do ever since the fort had been finished.

A little close to the two of them, there was Ben. All three of them had been asleep for a little while at this point.

He had assumed that Oswald, in the far left, must have fallen asleep as well, and that the orange rabbit himself was the only one awake.

But, looking towards him...

The boy seemed wide awake. He kept shifting around, and wiping at his eyes, it seemed. Although, he remained rather silent.

“Oz.” Ralpho called out, quiet... enough. He didn’t want to wake the other three. He didn’t know if they’d wake easily.

“...Yeah?” The boy muttered, turning to look at the rabbit in the dark.

“Is something the matter?”

Oswald sat there in silence for a couple of seconds as he stared at the rabbit. Then, he turned back away, no longer facing him.

“Oz?”

“No...” He quietly responded. “No. It... um...”

“...Maybe...” He added after a moment, far more quiet, glancing back at the rabbit for a second. Ralpho’s ears twitched.

“I... I don’t want to wake them...”

As the boy spoke, Ralpho glanced towards the other kids and Fetch, before back at Oswald. “Let’s get going, then.” He answered.

He made his way out of the massive fort, and once all the way out, stood back up. He saw Oswald staring out at him.

After a second, the boy nodded, and, trying to be quiet, made his way out of the fort. He moved over to Ralpho, but didn’t look up at him.

“Follow me, Oz.”

____

Oswald hadn’t been too sure on where the best place would be—everyone was asleep now inside—or, in Spring Bonnie’s case, at least relaxing—the bunny was the only one unable to sleep.

He figured talking anywhere inside would be pretty noisy. However, Ralpho had led him to the backyard instead.

Oswald followed the rabbit outside, making sure to carefully close the door, before sitting beside where the orange rabbit had chosen.

“What’s bothering ya?”

“I...” Oswald sighed, looking up at the rabbit. “You... remember when we had to deal with Funtime Freddy, right...?”

Ralpho stared, and then nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.” He confirmed.

“I’ve just... I...” The boys gaze drifted back towards the ground. “I’ve been... thinking. Thinking about it all...” He sniffled.

“I...” Oswald trailed off.

As Ralpho waited, he found himself glancing back inside the house. He wondered if Spring Bonnie was close.

The rabbit’s ears shot up upon hearing a new, yet recognizable, noise. Crying. Ralpho turned back around. Oswald was the source of it.

“Hey-“ The orange rabbit started, reaching forward with a gloved hand, but he paused. What do I do? Are his parents better with this? Springy probably is...

“It- It’s my fault!” Oswald sobbed out, wiping his eyes.

Ralpho finally moved again, settling for placing his arm around the boy. “What is?...”

“Y-You... you got hurt by him, Ralpho...” The boy cried, not looking up. “Y-You got hurt... because you... you were protecting m-me from him...!”

“Oh...” Ralpho whispered, staring down at Oswald.

“W-We... you...” Oswald struggled with his words. “H-He... would’ve gotten y-you killed when you were p-protecting me, if Spring h-hadn’t come!”

“Hey. Oz, hey...” Ralpho began. “Look. Can you look at me?”

For a moment or two, his head remained down as he sobbed. However, he seemed to listen to the orange rabbit, as he lifted his head, and turned to face him.

Ralpho nudged the boy a little closer to him, before unwrapping his arm from him. Although, that was only so that he could use both hands while attempting to wipe his tears.

“Listen, Oswald...” The orange rabbit began, trying his best to find the correct words. “I don’t... it’s not your fault, okay? I don’t... I don’t blame you.”

“I don’t, and never have.” The orange rabbit continued to wipe Oswald’s oncoming tears, being as gentle and careful as he could.

“I couldn’t just let that bear hurt you, could I?” He hummed. “If I hadn’t done anything, or if Spring hadn’t come when he had...” Something else would have happened to you—to both of us.

“I’m glad with what I did when we were captured.” He continued.

“B-But you...”

“I got hurt. I know,” Ralpho sighed, his gaze falling to the ground for a moment. “I know how you and Spring Bonnie feel about it. But, it’s okay Oz. I’m okay now.”

“Neither of us lost our lives, Oz. That was pretty good.” The orange rabbit chuckled.

As he was about to say something else that was on his mind, Oswald moved rather quickly, hugging the orange rabbit tightly.

Ralpho blinked, staring down at the boy. “Aw, Oz...” He smiled. He wrapped his arms around him, returning the hug.

For a while, Ralpho just found himself talking. Talking about anything that came to mind in the moment. Oswald never said anything, but he figured the boy was listening.

Eventually, he stopped, and looked back down at Oswald. Oswald wasn’t hugging him any longer, but remained against him, still. Is he... sleeping?

Shrugging to himself, Ralpho chose to stand back up, holding Oswald. “Let’s go back, Oz...” He murmured.

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Trying to be silent, as to not potentially wake any of them, Spring Bonnie entered his sons room. He’d been planning on just checking on the group.

Upon entering, the bunny smiled at the sight. All of them were in that fort that they had talked about—he hadn’t stayed for long earlier, still needing to do things.

He first spotted Gabrielle to the far right of the large fort, with Fetch sleeping across her peacefully. To her side, Ben was there, snoring.

Towards the left of it, there was Oswald and Ralpho. He could easily tell that, like the kids and Fetch, Ralpho was also asleep.

Spring Bonnie knew that he himself couldn’t sleep—even if he tried—but he could still rest.

Carefully walking forward, Spring Bonnie made his way inside, joining the group in the fort. He was rather surprised that it was big enough for all of them.

He moved towards Oswald first, leaning down to give his son a kiss on the forehead. Then, he moved towards the middle.

The bunny moved closer to the sleeping Ralpho, and pressed a kiss on the rabbit’s cheek, before he fully laid himself down.

As he laid his head down last, he managed to reach over, and wrap an arm around both Ralpho and Oswald. Goodnight.