#ᵗᵒʳᵉᵃᵈᵒʳ˒ ᵉᶰ ᵍᵘᵃʳᵈᵉˑ / VERSE 0.

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         awwww, how adorable!

bonnie these days typically had something of "an allergic reaction" to animatronics  ( read: was ready for them to attempt his murder at any given moment whenever he was near one ), this one was... cute! really, really cute. maybe he just liked rabbits, or the amount of money the place spent on the new animatronics paid off appearance-wise. but the blue rabbit stuck out as an immediate favourite, further ascertained by the electric guitar sitting in his hands.

"toy bonnie, huh?" a genuine grin played on the man's face, hesitating before turning towards the office. "maybe this shift won't be so bad after all."

// @rockstar-rabbit

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          bonnie often scolded his younger brother for curiosity -- but truth be told, he had a streak of it, himself. the nature of being blood-related, he supposed.  FAZBEAR’S FRIGHT -- an attraction that never got to open before the bloody history represented within caught fire. he’d caught bucky sneaking this way.  ( it said a lot about their family situation that his version of grounding was simply to put bucky under a friend’s roof, though to his credit it was the only way to ensure he stayed put. )

the tired man’s flashlight scanned through the charred wreckage. perhaps it was the result of too many nights spent at mikey’s, but he could swear something ... moved in the darkness. his other hand gripped a crowbar, just in case. he considered calling out / reconsidered. after all, familiar with horrors, he’d rather find them than they find him.

the light drew close to where he believed he saw the... thing. did he even want to know?

// @demolitioninevitable  ( springmike )

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         this was totally a good idea.

suspicious, decrepit-looking, very definitely dangerous-looking animatronic lying dead-ish in an alleyway? grab a stick, sneak in close and start poking it. bucky was clearly the smartest fourteen year-old in the universe.

he couldn't tell if those were coloured streaks in the clown girl's hair or just wires from her head; and there was hesitation when he first brought the stick up to push its end against her cheek. after the first poke, there was a moment's pause. then a second: and from the third one onward, the gesture was incessant, and would be until the animatronic properly moved.

// @scrxpbxby

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           -- CONTINUED FROM ✘

bonnie cracked a smirk, saying nothing of the man's current position. amusement and concern coloured it -- the kind of casual, good-hearted response expected towards a struggling stranger. he tucked the paper where scott had asked and moved to the side.

"you gonna be alright carrying all that?"  he asked. he was tempted to make the obvious joke, surely heard a hundred times by now, but he wasn't going to assume that level of friendliness to a stranger. besides, much as he had come to ask the manager about job openings at the location  ( if he lived to lose his current one, at least )  he didn't want to be a needless bother.

// @phxnegxy

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         -- CONTINUED FROM ✘

"that's a pretty specific thing to be getting away from,"  the other notes -- he knows it's none of his business, but there's a note of sympathy, asking in its presence if it should be there. regardless, he shakes his head --  "nah. little brother needed to find gifts for his friends. i did my shopping a week ago."

// @youucant