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

Title: A Fun Time... Only For The Bear

Description: Ralpho and Oswald’s time with Funtime Freddy quickly worsens——especially for the rabbit. Spring Bonnie searches.

(TW: Blood)

(TW: Injury)

Spring Bonnie flinched, sitting upright on the couch now, rather than leaning against the back of it. Quickly, the bunny began to look around—and at himself.

Both remnant and agony were leaking from him—but he barely paid that any attention. Instead, first, he stared down at his hands. They were shaking.

However, he noticed a lack of anything red on them—and Spring Bonnie relaxed ever so slightly. He didn’t have any blood. There wasn’t any blood on him.

Yet the bunny wasn’t calmed entirely. Oswald! Ralpho! Spring Bonnie hurriedly began looking around further. And, thankfully, it didn’t take too long to spot them both.

They were both beside him on the couch. Ralpho was laying down, his eyes closed. Spring Bonnie knew that he could sleep, but he wasn’t sure if he was or not.

It wasn’t that hard to find where Oswald was. The boy was laying across the rabbit’s stomach. And while he wasn’t sure about Ralpho, he knew Oswald was asleep—he could hear him snoring.

Spring Bonnie glanced at the TV, and then back at them. The three had settled for watching a movie together—but it hadn’t been a rom-com. Instead, it had been an action movie that Oswald liked.

Moving closer, the bunny gently hugged them both—not wanting to wake either of them up. Yet, a moment after he started the hug, Ralpho’s eyes opened.

Spring Bonnie didn’t notice anything until he heard the rabbit speak. “Honey Bun?”

The bunny pulled away from the hug, but he remained right by Ralpho’s side. Spring Bonnie messed with his coat for a moment, unsure what to do. He was just relieved.

Ralpho slowly sat himself up, though he kept the sleeping Oswald right where he was, adjusting the boy slightly. He didn’t want to wake him, either.

“Everything fine, Springy?” Ralpho questioned, ears twitching slowly.

He watched the bunny start writing—although he was trying to keep the remnant and agony from staining the paper.

“Did you have a nightmare?” Ralpho added after a moment. He’d never seen the bunny sleep, but he still figured that all of this was possible.

Spring Bonnie paused for a moment. Then, he erased whatever he had already been writing, and began writing something else. Ralpho waited.

“Not really. But, it felt like one.” Spring Bonnie wrote. He was never all that sure on how to explain what happened. He had them every now and then, but he never fully explained it.

He had flashbacks—flashbacks of what happened back at the pizzeria when he had used him. And they were just that—flashbacks. Typically.

The flashbacks already weren’t the greatest—but every so often, something in them would be different. Oswald would be there. He’d see him. He’d see... Ralpho there, too. He’d see both of them.

They felt like nightmares—from what he knew about them—but they weren’t. They weren’t.

“Something... bad happened. Something bad happened to you and Oswald.” The bunny added after a moment. He saw them both hurt. He saw them both motionless.

He remembered their faces before they were motionless—they both had looked confused. Terrified. Hurt. The kids—Ralpho—Oswald—none of them had seen him. They just saw him.

Ralpho frowned. He moved a little closer, wrapping an arm around Spring Bonnie—the other was being used to keep the sleeping Oswald in place.

“I’m here, Honey Bun. Oz is, too.” He glanced down at the boy, before back up at Spring Bonnie. “I’m okay, he’s okay. We’re both okay.” He’d never been the greatest at comforting—but he wanted to get better for the bunny.

“Honey Bun, nothing bad’ll happen to us,” He tried to reassure him. Ralpho moved closer, giving Spring Bonnie a kiss on the cheek. “We’re A-OK, Springy.”

Spring Bonnie leaned against Ralpho. I’m glad you are. The bunny’s ears lowered ever so slightly. I don’t know what I would do if something like that happened.

...

Gripping the hat tightly, Spring Bonnie managed to make himself stand up. He glanced towards the building. He made his way towards the front door.

As he opened the door, he had to bend down to actually get inside—and while doing so, Spring Bonnie placed the hat over his ears, placing it on his head. He wouldn’t lose it that way.

Looking around, he almost didn’t see anyone—but Jeff popped up from behind the counter. What he was doing didn’t matter to Spring Bonnie. He made his way to the man.

After hearing heavy footsteps, Jeff looked up. He blinked at the distressed bunny. “What do you want?” The man tiredly asked.

Spring Bonnie stood there, hurriedly writing something on the notepad, before turning it to the man. It was stained with agony and remnant, but it was still readable.

“Who came here?”

The man sighed. “Nobody, really. Except for that boy of yours, and that rabbit, too.” He shrugged a little bit. “Why?”

He watched with a frown as Spring Bonnie began writing again—this time, a little faster. He also watched the remnant and agony drip onto the floor.

“Did you hear or see anything strange?” Spring Bonnie held onto the counter, ears twitching.

Jeff thought about it for a moment, before nodding. “Uh... yeah, I did. About an hour ago or so, I think.”

Spring Bonnie’s grip on the counter tightened at what he heard next. “Heard some noises- some laughter. Went out to go check, and I saw this broken bear leaving with some people.”

...

The giggling bear tightened his grip around Ralpho’s neck. The rabbit didn’t need to breathe, but it still hurt. “Trying to protect Little Ocelot, hm?” The bear spoke in his glitchy voice.

For a moment, he glanced between the rabbit in his grasp and the boy. “Oz!” Ralpho looked, too. “You need t-“ He was silenced when the bear slammed him down.

Lifting Ralpho back up into the air, Funtime Freddy continued. “Maybe I should kill you first, Stuffy Rabbit. That way, I can choose a way for Little Ocelot without you bothering me!”

Funtime Freddy hummed thoughtfully. He looked back down at where he was keeping Oswald. “Say, Little Ocelot... what do you do with a stuffed animal? What should you do?” He smirked.

“L... Love them?”

“Wrong!” Funtime Freddy cackled. “You shouldn’t do that! Instead, Little Ocelot, you should tear them apart!”

“W-What are you-“ Ralpho yelped as he was slammed against the nearby wall. Funtime Freddy kept him in place with his hand-less arm.

Funtime Freddy was giggling excitedly as he reached down with his hand, and grabbed Ralpho’s entire left leg. His grip was tight.

The bear began tugging and pulling. Ralpho gasped. The rabbit tried pushing Funtime Freddy away from him—tried breaking free from his grasp—but it was useless.

He only stopped for a moment when Oswald started rushing over, wanting to try and help Ralpho—only to get shoved away by Funtime Freddy. He returned his focus on the orange rabbit.

“I’ve heard that rabbit’s have lucky feet...” He giggled, his massive grin growing. “I wonder if the whole leg is, too...”

Funtime Freddy tugged. He tugged. He pulled. After a few seconds...

Ralpho screamed. He screamed. his eyes widening and filling with tears that were already beginning to spill. Blood spilled out after the final tug, getting all over the ground.

Funtime Freddy just laughed. It was like music to his ears—he’d never heard someone scream like this before. It sounded so great. It made him laugh again.

Ralpho had felt pain before. He’d felt it before—like when his arm got torn once—that ended up stinging. Despite his previous interactions with pain, he’d never felt something like this.

Funtime Freddy looked away from the shaking rabbit, and towards Oswald. The boy was frozen, staring at the two, a hand over his mouth.

Looking back at the shaking rabbit, he dropped the leg on the ground. He’d pick it back up later—when he would leave. Maybe it would be a lucky thing.

“That was exciting!” Funtime Freddy felt like he was about to burst. His eyes glowed brighter. “But, Stuffy Rabbit, we still aren’t done!”

Loosening his grip, Funtime Freddy turned around, removing Ralpho from the wall. He threw him. Ralpho went a good distance, before landing on the floor, on his stomach.

“Ralpho!” Oswald finally moved again. He rushed over to the collapsed rabbit, sitting by his side. He wanted to do something—he needed to. But Oswald wasn’t sure if he could.

“H-Hey, Oz...” Ralpho sucked in a breath. He tried to smile at the boy, but it just quickly became a pained frown. He could hear Funtime Freddy approaching.

Lifting up a hand, he gently pushed Oswald back. “You... y-you should... get outta here, Oz...” He was sure that the boy could do it. He needed to get out. Get back to Spring Bonnie.

“But I- hey!” Oswald and Ralpho gasped when the boy was picked up by Funtime Freddy.

Ralpho struggled for a moment. He tried to get back up—tried to reach up to grab Oswald away from Funtime Freddy before the bear could do something. But, the rabbit fell back down.

The rabbit cried out in alarm when Funtime Freddy slammed one of his feet down onto his back, keeping him in place.

He moved Oswald around. He wrapped his arm around the boy—that way, he could actually use his hand while dealing with the orange rabbit.

Funtime Freddy reached down, and grabbed hold of Ralpho’s left arm. “Let’s have some more fun!”

...

It had happened again. He’d seen Ralpho and Oswald in a flashback again. After making sure that the two were fine, Spring Bonnie settled on going outside.

He was sitting on the ground, looking up at the stars in the sky, and thinking. He and Ralpho had stargazed before, so he was looking up there, trying to see if he saw anything.

Spring Bonnie’s ears twitched as he heard the front door open and close. “Hey, Honey Bun,” He felt himself start to heat up. He didn’t know where the name had suddenly come from.

Ralpho walked over, and sat down beside him. “You okay?” Spring Bonnie sat there, no longer looking up at the sky. He was staring at his hands. “Did you have another?”

Spring Bonnie was about to reach into his pocket to grab his notepad, but he paused. He’d forgotten that he wasn’t wearing his coat—it was back inside.

The bunny nodded. Looking away from his hands, he focused on Ralpho now.

Ralpho moved closer, and pulled the bunny into a side hug, resting his head against Spring Bonnie’s shoulder.

...

Funtime Freddy was beginning to tug the rabbit’s arm, giggling to himself and muttering things. However, he paused in confusion—he heard a noise.

Looking around, he, at first, didn’t notice anything. But then, he heard a noise again. Footsteps—loud, and rapidly approaching footsteps. They didn’t sound human.

Funtime Freddy stared long enough to see a shadow before anything actually entered. A bunny. The bear frowned. Spring Bonnie.

The bear stood there for a moment, looking around, debating on what he should do. It didn’t take him that long to make his decision.

Not wanting to deal with the bunny, Funtime Freddy dropped Oswald, and removed his foot from the collapsed orange rabbit. He looked around, trying to find something.

He spotted a door up ahead, and ran towards it—forgetting about the abandoned rabbit leg on the ground. Funtime Freddy glanced back. “See you later, Little Ocelot!~”

...

Spring Bonnie burst into the room. After asking around, he was thankful that enough people had spotted Funtime Freddy—enough to see where he was going.

The first thing the bunny saw upon entering the room was Oswald, who had run over towards the sound of the footsteps. Oswald! Spring Bonnie knelt down, pulling the boy closer.

The bunny started wiping at the remnant and agony that was leaking from his eyes. At the same time, Spring Bonnie began checking Oswald over, hoping that the bear hadn’t harmed him.

“S-Spring Bonnie,” Oswald backed away, shaking his head. “It- it’s not me. It’s Ralpho!” The partially relieved Oswald—who still had a lot of concern in him—pointed to the side.

Ralpho? Spring Bonnie stood back up, and looked in the direction that his son was pointing. Blood. He saw blood. He saw a leg on the ground. He saw the rabbit on the ground. Ralpho!

He paid no attention to the leaking agony and remnant—there would be no point in wiping it away—and rushed over to where the collapsed Ralpho was. Oswald followed.

Spring Bonnie fell to his knees beside Ralpho. Carefully, he turned Ralpho over, keeping one hand against the rabbit’s back, and the other against his stomach.

Ralpho stared up at him. “H-Honey Bun?” His smile was a mix of pain and happiness. “Yo-... you look good i-in my h-hat, y’know...?” He let out a pained groan, and his smile faded.

“Oz... Oz is okay, Honey Bun...”

But you aren’t. Spring Bonnie made sure to be careful as he stood back up, holding the rabbit bridal style. He was about to grab the leg, only to notice that Oswald had.

The bunny began making his way out of the building with Ralpho in his arms, and his son by his side.

...

On the way back to the house—which had taken a while, thanks to Spring Bonnie not being able to take car, Oswald had explained the situation to the bunny.

Upon the three’s arrival, they were greeted with a worried Jackie. She’d been trying to contact Oswald, only to become concerned, and she drove back home.

Ralpho was laying down on the couch. After a much more quick explanation to her, Jackie had searched around, and settled on trying to stitch the rabbit’s leg back on.

The entire time, Spring Bonnie sat beside Ralpho, holding the rabbit’s hand in an attempt to comfort him—both of them, really. He’d never seen Ralpho in pain before. He’d wiped away the rabbit’s noticeable tears.

He didn’t want to see him like this again. He didn’t want to see any of them like this.

“...Done,” Spring Bonnie’s ears twitched at Jackie’s tired voice, and he glanced at her. “I’ve done as best as I can for him.” The bunny nodded.

“He should stay laying down for a while.”

And with that, he watched Jackie leave—taking Oswald with her into her room. She wanted to check him over—even if Spring Bonnie already had. Just in case the bunny may have missed something.

It was only the bunny and the rabbit now.

Ralpho opens his eyes, and glances at Spring Bonnie, when he feels the grip on his hand tighten. His ears twitched, hitting against the sides of his returned hat.

Looking at Spring Bonnie, he noticed the bunny starting to leak again. “Spring...” Ralpho started.

Spring Bonnie didn’t let go of Ralpho’s hand. Instead, he used his free one to grab his notepad and start writing. Ralpho patiently waited.

“Oswald isn’t hurt, you protected him. Thank you, Ralpho.” It took him longer to write using just one hand. Remnant and agony was still dripping, but he was trying to keep it away from the pages.

“But you’re hurt. You were hurt. He hurt you.” Spring Bonnie’s grip on the pen tightened, and his ears lowered. “I should’ve been there. I should’ve been there to keep you safe. Both of you. To stop him.”

“Spring...”

“I’m sorry.”

“Spring.” Ralpho moved a little closer to the bunny. He placed a hand on the side of Spring Bonnie’s face. He was still hurting. But, it wasn’t as bad as earlier.

“It’s okay- I’m okay now, Oz is, too.” Ralpho started, giving him a little smile. “He...” The rabbit glanced towards his leg, “...did that, yeah. But...”

“Springy, you still saved us.” Ralpho put his other hand on the other side of Spring Bonnie’s face. “He was going to keep doing it- but you came in time. You saved us.”

“We’re okay, Honey Bun...” Ralpho hummed. He glanced back at his leg for just a second—he’d have to thank Jackie later. Although, he wasn’t sure how well his leg was right now.

“I’m right here, Spring. I’m not going anywhere,” Ralpho grinned, wincing ever so slightly in pain. “None of us are going anywhere.” Not Oswald. Not Jackie. Not Thomas. He was sure Fetch and Jinx wouldn’t, either.

The cat didn’t seem to like the bunny... but still.

Before Ralpho could say something else, he was—gently—pulled into a hug by the leaking bunny. Ralpho hugged back. But for a moment, he pulled away.

He looked at Spring Bonnie with a gentleness in his eyes. “I love you, Honey Bun.” Ralpho murmured, before planting a kiss on the bunny’s mouth.

For a moment, Spring Bonnie’s ears went up, and he could feel himself starting to heat up again. He returned the kiss.

After they separated, Ralpho rested his head against Spring Bonnie’s shoulder. The bunny wrapped his arms back around the rabbit. Both tails were slowly beginning to wag—Ralpho’s more than Spring Bonnie’s.

I love you, too. Spring Bonnie smiled, shutting his eyes.

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