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betterthanyalls · 4 months

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yo wsp gang, didn't mean to die momentarily there anyways i made this oneshot for a pookie wookie dookie as a gift for something i dont remember

Behind The Curtain

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Bonnie x Reader

Words: 5.5K

Published: 5-23-2024

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Ew.

That was Y/n’s first thought when she entered the workplace for her new job.

Ew to the smell of greasy pizza.

Ew to the smell of sweat.

Ew to the dirty building.

Ew to everything.

She walked into the room more, which seemed similar to a showroom. There was a stage on the front with its curtains opened, revealing three large animatronics.

A blue—or purple—rabbit on the left had a red guitar in its arms.

A brown bear in the middle. He—she assumed—had a small top hat and held a microphone.

Then she saw the yellow chicken—or duck thing—who possessed a small, pink cupcake.

What an odd bundle. She turned around to catch a glimpse of a smaller stage. She whirled back around to look at it. A fox animatronic was placed on the small stage; the fox seemed to represent a pirate with an eyepatch and a hook. Y/n just shrugged and began walking to the office. The employer she talked to hours earlier informed her that she’d just be an after-hours janitor after the last one went AWOL.

When she reached the office, she looked at the wall clock.

12:03 AM

Already midnight? Time flies when you want to die, huh?

….

Anyway, Y/n looked around for a little bit before spotting a slip of notebook paper. She picked it up and began to read it.

“Hello, I wanted to write this note for you so you know what you have to do tonight and to help you get settled in. There isn’t much to do; just finish the tasks before 6 AM.

Sweep floors

Clean up trash

Wash tables

Organize the main room

Make sure the animatronics are clean

Nothing too hard except for one more. We couldn’t hire a mechanic to do it, so I hope you have some experience with robots. Bonnie has been getting stuck during performances recently, and his guitar seems to be out of tune too. All you have to do is take off Bonnie's torso to access his wires, endoskeleton, and gears to see what the issue is. Be careful though, he is a very heavy thing; being an animatronic and all.

His guitar isn’t too much of a problem either; just turn the tuners until you hear a small ding. That should indicate that it is tuned properly. That should be all for tonight.

Goodnight, employee; and don’t forget, be done by 6 a.m. sharp.”

Well, he sure likes writing.

Y/n took the paper and folded it, slipping it into her front pant pocket. Might as well start now.

She went back to the party room and began cleaning up the trash from all the tables. Once she was done, she took out the paper and crossed “Clean up trash" off the list.

Y/n walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a washcloth and a broom. She started washing all the tables off, making sure there wasn’t any leftover pizza grease. If the day shift employees won’t keep this place semi-clean, she might as well step up.

Once she finished washing the tables off, she did the same as before and crossed the goal off her list. Y/n grabbed the broom and began sweeping out under all the tables. She was humming a soft song to herself, so she wasn’t in complete silence. Y/n was just putting some chairs back into their places when she looked up to the stage to see a sight that confused and spooked her.

Bonnie was staring directly at her.

Creepy. Y/n stared back at him, not risking losing the unspoken staring contest. Her stare turned into a glare as she held back from blinking, her eyes becoming extremely dry. After what seemed like an eternity, a sudden noise made Y/n flinch and blink. “UGH! That’s cheating you, rabbit!” Y/n pointed to him with a glare.

She turned to where the noise originated from, looking at the kitchen door. She kept staring for a little bit, trying to imagine what could’ve made the noise. She sighed through her nose and turned back to the stage.

Huh? Bonnie wasn’t looking at her anymore; he was looking straight forward.

“What?” Y/n whispered.

There was no way she was insane and imagined that whole staring contest. Y/n propped her broom on a nearby table and walked up to him slowly, not taking her eyes off of him. She sacrificed her sweeping job so she could jump to the next one, fixing Bonnie. Once she reached the ledge of the stage in front of Bonnie, she climbed up onto it. The robot towered over her, and to be completely honest, it intimidated her a little. “Ok rabbit, let’s see why you’re so weird,” Y/n muttered to herself, taking his guitar and setting it off to the side with very strained effort.

Y/n grasped her hands onto the split of his front torso to his back torso and tugged hard. She yanked onto the covering so hard that it resulted in her almost falling off stage. She threw her arms out in a position that resembled that of a kid pretending to be a bird to steady herself. Once she finally got her balance back, Y/n set the torso onto the stage floor and walked towards Bonnie.

Gosh, he was a mess. Wires tangling everywhere, metal rusting, bolts loose. He would need a lot of help.

Y/n stepped down from the stage, walked to the Supply Closet, and began searching for anything to help. She grabbed some WD-40, a wrench, scrap metal, nuts and bolts, and other miscellaneous items to help. Y/n exited the closet with her arms full of supplies. She struggled a little to get back on the stage without dropping anything, but eventually, she did get up there.

"Alright, bud, let’s hop to it.” She smiled goofily and let out a chuckle at her stupid pun. Y/n looked at Bonnie, not expecting a reaction but still feeling like joking around. “Nothing? Fine, then, be salty.” Y/n set the supplies down and grabbed the wrench, beginning to unscrew all the rusted bolts and tightening the loose bolts.

She continued working for a little over two hours. She never noticed how Bonnie would glance down at her or how his ears would perk if she accidentally touched certain wires.

Finally, after what felt like forever, she was finished working on Bonnie. She bled, sweat, and almost cried one too many times, but she was done.

Taking a step back, Y/n admired her work. Bonnie’s insides went from a jumbled mess to organized and spiffed up. She smiled to herself, turning her back to the rabbit so she could put away her tools. The animatronic in question took this as his chance to take as much of a glance as he could to see the work that Y/n did.

The wires that helped connect all his servos and joints were in organized and straight rows. Nothing was misplaced or messed up. To say Bonnie was impressed was an understatement. Y/n then turned back to face the rabbit, but she wasn’t looking at him directly. She took a few steps forward and picked up the heavy guitar so she could tune it. Realizing it was way too heavy to stand and fix, Y/n sat down on the edge of the stage next to Bonnie’s torso piece and laid the instrument in her lap.

“So I gotta turn the little nods till a ding?” The girl muttered, trying to remember what the note said exactly. But instead of doing the smart thing and taking the note out to reread the instructions, Y/n winged it. Grabbing the first tuning peg, she began to turn it forward. Now and then, Y/n would pluck the string to see if it sounded decent enough. Y/n was so caught up in tuning the electric instrument that she flinched hard at the loud ding she hadn’t expected. She exhaled when she realized it was just the signal that the first peg was done.

Moving onto the second peg, Y/n worked just as focused as before. Lost in thought while also focusing on the guitar, the gazing rabbit went unnoticed. Bonnie just stared at her curiously, assuming his friends were still deactivated. His assumptions were wrong. Freddy and Chica shared a glance when they saw Bonnie and the janitor. Why wasn’t he attacking her? Why was he just staring like a lovesick fool? As much as they would’ve loved to tear the worker apart and stuff her in a suit as they had with the night guards; both of the animatronics knew better than to ruin this for their comedic relief friend, especially since it was technically his night to hunt, being the first of the week. Plus, the girl wasn’t doing anything harmful—just the opposite. She was cleaning up the rabbit and taking her time to make sure his instrument was in good condition, something that had gone unattended to by all the other workers at the pizzeria. Giving each other a side glance, they both just shrugged off the whole situation.

It didn’t take long for Y/n to finish tuning the guitar. She took the musical device off her lap and set it beside her, getting off of the stage to grab some cleaning supplies from the closet. If she was fixing the bunny, why not spiff him up a little too? Walking into the closet, Y/n once again paid no mind to the odd robot skeleton. Rummaging through the shelves and the random items that occupied them, Y/n found what she was looking for. The young adult held a cloth, some guitar liquid polish, and a carpet cleaner spray bottle. She figured the carpet cleaner would be the best option for animatronic fur.

Y/n walked out of the closet while reading the labels on the spray bottles to check again that she had the right products. “Here Bonnie, I got some polish and cleaner to sharpen you up-“ The young adult cut herself off when she looked up to an odd and slightly scary sight. The guitar was back in the rabbit's hands. Fear and confusion were the only emotions Y/n felt as she simply stood and stared at the robot. She took a second to look around, silently hoping to see one of her co-workers who wanted to play a prank on the ‘newbie’. But to her dismay and only inducing more fear within her, she was the only human in the entire pizzeria. “Calm down, Y/n. You probably put the guitar back in his hands and don’t remember. Yeah, yeah, that makes sense.” Y/n told herself, trying to comfort her unease. But as much as she told herself differently, Y/n knew that she never put the instrument in Bonnie’s hands.

Taking a deep breath, Y/n gathered the confidence she needed to walk up to Bonnie. She set the cleaning supplies down on the stage floor before climbing up herself. Hoisting herself up and regaining her balance, Y/n cautiously took the instrument from the robot and sat down again. Taking some polish, she began to rub it across Bonnie's guitar, making sure not to miss any spots. Some of the liquid polish the rag held had seeped through and slightly stained the palm of Y/n’s hand, but she continued to wipe the instrument. It didn’t take long for her to notice how the guitar's body reflected the neon lights that surrounded the ceiling of the pizzeria. It felt oddly nostalgic to be able to see the lights bounce off the guitar, though she wasn’t sure why it’d be nostalgic if she hadn’t seen it before.

The polishing took a short time to finish, but it wasn’t useless. The electrical prop shined like never before and glistened under the bright lights of the stage. Y/n stood up while holding the guitar and still looking into the reflection. She figured that standing would make it easier to see the shine, plus she had to give the instrument back now that she had finished cleaning it. The shimmer of light, oddly enough, was a breathtaking view for something so small. Everything seemed to be placed perfectly. Y/n only now noticed how she could see the mirroring image of a certain rabbit animatronic in the reflection. Tilting her head, the worker couldn’t help but think that Bonnie was staring back at her. Y/n spun around quickly, looking up at the robot, only to see that he was staring forward just like before.

“Hm, odd,” she murmured. “I’m probably just hallucinating from lack of sleep.” Y/n reasoned with herself. She placed the guitar delicately back into the rabbit's hands, making sure it all looked nice. When she got the placement as well as she could, Y/n looked at her wrist to check her watch. Only 3:57 AM. She figured it would’ve been a lot earlier in the morning with how long working on Bonnie felt. Sighing, Y/n stared at the animatronic for a few moments before turning and crouching to grab the carpet cleaner spray bottle, which conveniently had a scrub on its nozzle.

Y/n grabbed his upper arm, getting ready to begin scrubbing, but she was caught off guard by how light the arm felt. She could’ve sworn the note guy told her that Bonnie was beyond heavy. Deciding that the interior work she did earlier must’ve loosened the joints and whatnot, Y/n shrugged it off. "Ok, so I’m not exactly sure how to do this... but what’s the worst that could happen?” Y/n asked with a lopsided grin.

It turns out, a lot.

To start with, the soap wasn’t soaking into the blue-ish indigo fur. Next, Y/n was actually terrified and unsure if the soap would make Bonnie short circuit, causing her to accidentally spill some soap beneath both of them. Then Y/n slipped in the soap and almost broke her arm against the stage. All in all, she was not having a fun time. Y/n laid on her back, not having the motivation to stand up after falling on her left arm and then rolling to her back. Another sigh left her lips as the girl stared up at the ceiling tiredly. “Why did I sign up for this?” She asked no one in particular. A sudden chiming echoed throughout the restaurant, making Y/n prop herself up on her elbows. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and looked around curiously. The noise sounded like a grandfather clock with children’s laughter behind it. Saying that Y/n was creeped out was an understatement. Slowly but steadily, she moved to a crouching position, then boosted herself up carefully to stand. She made sure to be cautious with the soap. Taking a glance at her watch, it read 6:00 AM. “Six already? I wouldn’t be surprised if I time-traveled or something.” She mumbled, jumping off the stage and walking over to the broom leaning against the table. Looking back, Y/n saw just how much of a mess she made in the short time frame.

Debating, Y/n weighed her options about whether she should clean it all up or not. But with one more look at the mess, she slouched her posture and grabbed the broom next to her before walking back to the stage. Taking the bottle and rags in her hand not occupied by the broom. Walking back to the storage closet, Y/n grabbed a mop and bucket, then walked back to the stage. She heaved up the filled bucket onto the stage and climbed up, setting to work. It didn’t take long, and she finally left the restaurant at 6:32 AM. Sitting in her car, Y/n drove out of the parking lot with heavy eyes. Music from the radio blasted inside the small car, trying to keep the girl awake. Eventually, after many red lights, Y/n got home and fell face first onto her couch, being encased by sleep immediately.

Weeks, even months, went by like this. She became a full-time night janitor at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. Thankfully, she had never gotten stuck with bathroom cleaning—only the main room and the animatronics. Over time, however, Y/n began to notice more strange things happening around Bonnie whenever she was near. Sometimes Bonnie would look deliberately messy, so she’d have to clean him, or how his guitar was oddly always messed up, no matter how much she fixed it in the nights before. Either way, she enjoyed spending more time around him, even though he was just a robot. She could ramble on about her day while fixing his wires or make jokes about how she couldn’t tell if he was blue or purple when she cleaned his fur.

It was nearing her first full year at the establishment as Y/n exited her home. She entered her car and turned up the volume on the radio. Humming along to the music, Y/n drove for about half an hour before she made it to the building. But her happy mood came to an abrupt end after seeing the event. Excavators, bulldozers, and other machines were surrounding the building with caution tape wrapped around poles to make a perimeter. Rapidly exiting her car, Y/n ran over to where her manager stood nearby. “What’s going on?!”

“Oh, L/n, you should’ve gotten my email about 10 minutes ago. We are demolishing the building.” Her manager, Scott Drew, spoke with his signature southern accent. “But why?” Y/n was panicking; she was now jobless and had no idea what she'd do. “Too many complaints, not enough money for bills or paychecks. Sorry, L/n, but we’re outta business.” And that was that.

It had now been 6 months since Y/n found a new job as a delivery woman for a local Panda Express. In total, it has been almost a full year since Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria was demolished. It was big news all around social media, but no one knows what the owners did with the animatronics, not even the highest-level employees. Y/n would be lying if she said she didn’t miss Bonnie. Sitting on the couch in her living room, Y/n was playing on her phone as the TV ran quietly in the background. “Now for our next story of the afternoon. Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria is having a grand re-opening. Over to Mae at the restaurant now.”

Y/n almost fell off her couch when she heard that. Throwing her phone beside her on the couch, Y/n jumped for the remote and spammed the volume button. “Thank you, Bernard. I am standing in front of the new Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria. There is already quite a large crowd gathering here, and the doors haven’t even opened yet.” Mae, the reporter, gestured to the families behind her. But Y/n was in too much shock to care about the crowds gathering. Shooting up from her spot, she sprinted around the house, trying to grab important items and get proper clothes on before darting out the door to her car. Getting in the car, Y/n drove off a little over the speed limit to get to the pizzeria. Dramatic? Yes. Once-in-a lifetime opportunity? Only if people were as crazy as her.

It didn’t take long for her to arrive. When she got there, the doors were just opening, and the news crew was still outside. Walking towards the doors while being surrounded by people, Y/n kept her hands clutched in front of her thighs and her eyes low. She made her way to stand next to her former boss, who was standing on the side and watching his new restaurant flood with people and laughter. “Mr. Drew?” Y/n asked softly, trying not to alert anyone but him. Said man whirled around to the young adult that stood almost behind him. “Y/n L/n? Is that you?” The smile on his face told her that he already knew the answer.

“Hello,” Y/n greeted with a smile. “I know this is extremely sudden, but... I want to work here again.” She spoke with all the courage she could muster. It seemed almost impossible, but the smile on Mr. Drew’s face got bigger. “The same job as last time, I suppose? You were one of my best employees!” He complimented. Not expecting the compliment, a small blush of embarrassment covered her cheeks. “I- thanks. But yeah, a night janitor would be nice,” she responded. "Well, we have no more need for a nightly janitor, but can I offer you a day shift? You get many breaks included; don’t worry.” He reassured her, trying to make an offer she’d agree to. Y/n was not about to throw this opportunity away. "Yeah, that can work.” Y/n agreed. “Great! No need for an interview; I know you’re a hard worker. Can you start tomorrow at nine?” Mr. Drew requested with a courteous smile. Nodding, Y/n walked back to her car and began to drive home, thinking of how lucky she truly was.

The next day came quickly, and Y/n was standing in Kid’s Cove with a baffled expression. The children had dismantled Mangle once again and simply left her there like a mix-and-match toy. “Oh girl, what did those demons do to you?” Y/n muttered sympathetically. “I’ll get something to fix you up.” So she began walking to the backroom. Making her way through waves of children, Y/n finally arrived in the semi-secluded hallway. There were only a few adults talking around, wanting to get away from the rowdy kids. She continued walking and entered the backroom, shutting the door behind her after flipping on the lights. Now getting a good look around, a gasp left Y/n’s lungs as she took a step back in shock. Bonnie, Freddy, Chica, and Foxy were all back here. Withered away and were destroyed by the ages that passed.

Bonnie seemed to be in the worst state of them all. He was missing his full face and an arm. As the lights flicked on, Y/n noticed a small jump in Bonnie’s limbs. Slowly getting closer, the worker crouched in front of the animatronic. She got almost face-to-face (or what was left of it) with him, trying to see if anything changed. “Bonnie?” Y/n mumbled under her breath, not sure if she believed this was his fate. Her questions were answered when Bonnie’s eyes flicked into red dots, and he moved his head up to look at her. Y/n let out a yelp of fear as she fell backwards and crawled to the door, still facing Bonnie. The said animatronic didn’t do anything other than stare at her. When her back finally hit the door, Y/n just sat there for a bit, taking in deep breaths with wide eyes. “B..Bonnie?” Y/n asked with fear in her voice. Bonnie merely tilted his head to his right, proving to be more sentient than she had thought. “You...you can understand me..?” She spoke again, but with more steadiness now. He nodded to her question, but neither had moved from their spot on the floor. Slowly, Y/n relaxed her body. First her shoulders, then her jaw and her arms, next her legs, and finally her chest.

Taking in a few deep breaths, Y/n eased off the door. Bonnie looked at her before deciding he wanted to speak to her for the first time. A glitched and distorted voice filled the room, with words all garbled together. “Y̸̩͓͛ō̷͎̖̚ụ̸̀̂r̷͚͛̚ ̶͕̳͗̿n̸̥͙͑̄ä̷̼̳̽ṁ̴̫̯̚ę̵̎?̵̳̌̈” Confusion washed over her face as Y/n, flinching from the racket but getting used to it quickly, tilted her head. “What did you say?” This prompted Bonnie to try and speak again but it was still as ruined as the first time. “N̶̥̽́̓͠͝a̴̠͙̔̋̀̚͘m̷̡͔̙͉̅̃̔ē̶̟̘̼͖̖͊?̶̫̩̲͆̎̓̕��

“I’m sorry, bud, I don’t understand." Y/n stopped mid-sentence, her eyes falling onto the spare animatronic pieces across the room. Slowly, leaning on the door to help, she pulled herself up from the floor. Bonnie watched her every move as Y/n walked over to the mechanic's messy table, dust coating every surface. Rummaging through all the items, a small ‘aha’ left her mouth when she found what she was looking for. Turning around to face the active robot, Y/n made her way over to him, holding an assortment of tools in her hands. When she finally reached Bonnie, she crouched in front of him. Y/n could see the curiosity in his body language, and it only made her realize he was much more alive than she thought. "Ok, Bonnie, I need to do some work to fix you up. But I can’t do it while you’re awake. So could I deactivate you for now and turn you back on when I’m done? I only want to help.” Y/n tried to reassure him with comforting words. He looked into her eyes, feeling his fans speed up a little, before giving a small nod. A gracious smile spread on Y/n’s face as she nodded back in confirmation before seeing the red lights dim, then completely shutting off, and his body became slumped once more.

It didn’t take long before the familiar red eyes that Y/n once and still admired blinked open. Smiling wide, her own eyes were filled with anticipation. Bonnie looked around before setting his gaze on Y/n, his ears perking up in joy. “Hang on, I got something for you!” Y/n turned around and grabbed a mirror behind her. Placing it in front of him, Bonnie saw that he now had both arms and his original face back. “I fixed you up! I even got you a new voice box, and I managed to keep your original voice.” Y/n was smiling so much that it began to hurt her cheeks, but she couldn’t help it. She could see the joy and gratitude in his body and movements. Slowly, he looked back at her, wanting to test his voice. “T̸h̷a̵n̸k̵ ̷y̴o̴u̷”

His voice was still robotic and kind of glitchy, but Y/n could understand him so much better now. “You’re welcome! And look at that! I can understand you now! This is the best day ever!” She cheered, standing up to express her excitement. “N̶a̸m̶e̷?̶” He asked, catching her attention. “My name?” Bonnie nodded in response. “I’m Y/n, Y/n L/n.” She greeted him kindly. “Y̸/̸n̸?̴” He spoke, as if trying the name to see how it felt. Her grin widened, if it was even possible, at hearing him say her own name. “Yeah, Y/n.”

Her joy radiated onto him as Bonnie let out a garbled chuckle, making Y/n laugh too. The two of them laughed for who knows how long, simply enjoying each other’s company. After a while, Y/n sat down beside Bonnie and leaned against him slightly as a backrest of some sort. The pair conversed quietly about all sorts of topics that either of them had thought of. From cats to wrenches to house bills. Days and weeks had passed, and each break Y/n got, she would dart to the back room just to talk with Bonnie. And each day that passed, she felt he was just as human as her, only in a different form.

On her day off, Y/n was sitting on her couch and watching Tik Tok in the darkness of her home. Zoning out at one point, Y/n found herself thinking back to all the times she talked with her robotic friend. He was like her best friend now. It sounds pathetic to have a robot as a friend, but he was basically a pure human in the form of metal. He could feel, see, think, hear, choose, and do anything else a person can. He was just as much of a friend as someone you would have met in kindergarten and grown up with. As Y/n thought back to each encounter and conversation she’d had with him, Y/n felt a smile form and her cheeks warm up. Realizing this, Y/n’s eyes widened. “No, no, no, no.” Setting her phone down and getting up from her seat, the adult began to pace around her room, holding her head in her hands. How could she let this happen? How? Why? Why, why, why? This can’t be real. None of it can be. “I’m just, uh, sleepy, yeah! That’s it! I just need sleep, and everything will be normal again.” Y/n chuckled nervously, trying to convince herself of lies.

Dragging her feet to her bedroom, Y/n only then realized how tired she really was. Pretty much collapsing on her bed, Y/n was immediately lulled into the presence of sleep. Hours passed in the span of seconds when a loud beep blared throughout the room. Groggily opening her eyes, Y/n raised her hand and let gravity smack her palm onto the snooze button. Falling back into her sleep, she was interrupted rudely once more by the same beeping. Groaning, the young woman rubbed her eyes and hit her alarm again, silencing it for good this time. Rolling off her bed, Y/n, still half awake, changed out of her clothes yesterday and into her work ones. She almost didn’t notice when she put her pants on backwards. Shuffling her way out of her bedroom, Y/n got to the kitchen and turned on the coffee pot before going over to sit on the couch where she had left her phone the previous night. Sighing, Y/n remembered the thoughts of last night too. She’d have to face this one day, the consequences of her own actions.

About an hour or two later, Y/n was walking towards the backroom like usual until a thought stopped her. If she really loved him, who’s to say he ever thought of her in the same way? She didn’t do anything for him to actually enjoy her company, did she? Sure, she fixed him up and talked to him every day, but what if he didn’t want to talk to her? What if he secretly hated her? All these thoughts combined seemed too much for Y/n as she leaned against a nearby wall, hiding from prying eyes. Taking a deep breath in, Y/n calmed herself down and continued her walk to the backroom, trying to suffocate any negative thoughts or emotions that might try to suffocate her first.

Bonnie was in almost the exact same situation, just much more isolated by his deactivated friends. He couldn’t get her out of his head. Like she had nestled herself a small home into his mind, always intruding herself on his thoughts. Her voice, her eyes, her actions, how caring she is, or how she could be so bold yet so timid at the same time. She amazed him in ways he never thought were possible. He couldn’t remember life before seeing her for the first time. How determined she was or how she wanted to help others before herself. Every single attribute and characteristic of her, whether good or bad, held him tightly and never let go. But the problem is that she’d never know. He didn’t plan on telling her now and probably never would. How would she ever accept him as he is? She wouldn’t; that’s the issue.

The door to the backroom opened, and Y/n walked in as if nothing was on her mind. Neither of them acted out of the ordinary for the whole day. Months had passed, and nothing changed between them. Their feelings grew and grew each day, but they were always cut at the stem for fear of unrequited love. And as this time passed, so did the restaurant’s prosperity. No longer was it ‘Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza! A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life!’, but now it was more so known as the place people went when everywhere else was closed. Eventually, the establishment closed too. With no notice to the workers, the building was shut down. Y/n stood in front of her old place of employment, all entrances barricaded and the light in her eyes fading. She had begged and pleaded with her boss to let her in one last time, but no tears would let her through those doors. She longed to go in somehow, to use an ax to break in and see her friend one last time. But even that would be useless after Mr. Drew told her that every animatronic in the building had been shipped off to the original founders. The original partners who made the franchise.

So, with tears in her eyes and her joy stolen away, Y/n walked to her car and drove off with no destination in mind. All she wanted to do was leave. After all, what was left for her when she couldn’t even admit something as small as her own feelings? With nowhere to end, Y/n began her trek.

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FNaF 2 general Headcanons

Withered Freddy

He is still the same tbh

Nothing much changed for him and on him

He somehow drops even more dad jokes

'Raises' Toy Freddy like one would their son and the others always giggle at that

He deeply hates BB but won't show it openly, he probably doesn't even know himself why he dislikes him

Actually likes the new tunes the toy animatronics play but still prefers the songs his band used to play

Whithered Bonnie

We all know he has a lot insecurities now because of his face and his arm but mostly his face

He is the most insecure of the four and it shocks his friends to see him not only change appearance but also personality

He's now just deadpan walking around and sometimes makes a sarcastic joke or two

Though he sometimes still talks a lot and is back to his old self when he talks with the other withered animatronics

He actually doesn't hate his replacement they hangout sometime but it's more like a distant friendship

He also started to swear a lot more and it actually funny to see BB's expression when he hears those words

Withered Chica

She is a close second next to W. Bonnie when it comes to insecurities

She somehow still manages to keep that secret, she sometimes talks with Foxy and Bonnie about such stuff, and she is still very extroverted and happy

She's kinda sad she can't eat pizza anymore but she surprised herself by not caring about it that much

Loves to scare everyone with her broken voicebox and sometimes teams up with BB to annoy the others

Withered Foxy

He's not as flirty as used to be but he doesn't really care all that much

He's had his own insecurities a long time before and knows how to handle them

He turned the flirty jokes and dark jokes up a little now

He and Bonnie now take bets on who will start a 'fight' with who because the toy animatronics always manage to get into arguments

Scratches the wall with his hook and 'draws' his storys and tells them to BB

Once in a week or two he talks with the Puppet because he reminds him of golden Freddy a little

Golden Freddy

He's even more distant now

He already kept to himself but damn he sets new records for that

It isn't like he's insecure, he never really was, but he's afraid he might get a little too emotional when he sees they others

He hangs out most of the time he shows himself with the Puppet

They both are mostly silent or whisper to each other but they love to just observe what's going on in the pizzeria

Toy Freddy

He's like an average teenager

He would play fortnite if he could 100%

He sometimes tries to prank the withered animatronics but almost always fails and gets scolded by Freddy or cussed out by Bonnie

He and toy Chica make almost every day a food fight and sometimes W. Chica and W. Bonnie join

He rages relatively quickly when he loses, no matter what he's loosing at

A huge fan of ice cream, choko-mint to be specific

Toy Bonnie

He is very social but has small mood swings

One day he chats nonstop and the other he sits in W. Bonnies corner with him and talks about live

Is a little clumsy but covers it up by using a joke he got from W. Foxy or W. Freddy

He loves slushys(ya know what I mean, right?)

He always empties the machine and tries to mix every flavor possible

Has also no concersln about himself when he wants to win a bet and makes all types of crazy stuff

Toy Chica

She loves to talk with W. Chica and is from her personality a lot like her original

Sadly has no taste in music and somehow ends up with everyone teasing her about it

But she can tease back and she is very good at making people flustered

She can also be very sassy

Loves lollipops and would probably also love cotton candy

Mangle

my poor bby

She is very distant from the others

Has a lot of insecurities, knows that they should talk about it, but doesn't have a clue how to talk about her problems

Since mostly static comes from their voicebox they don't have that much courage to talk

But sometimes she talks with others, the others can understand W. Chica even though her voicebox is almost just as broken, most times they talk with W. Foxy or hang around Puppet because they find their presence comforting

Puppet

Is the calmest but also the most caring of everyone

Is almost like a therapist for everyone

They mostly keep to themselves but don't mind a nice soul keeping them company

Has a nice laugh wich reminds one of a small child

'Protects' BB when he once again gets in trouble for one of his pranks

Once in a blue moon they tease one of their friends in a fun, harmless way but they don't do that often because they are worried of hurting someones feelings

Baloon Boy

The biggest troublemaker of them all

But also the worst

Has distorted his laugh to scare the toy animatronics multiple times and got his ass almost yeeted across the pizzeria

Puppet is his safe zone

He loves cotton candy, he inhales that shit

Tied to learn the guitar on multiple occasions but somehow he can't learn it

Mad respect tho, he won't stop trying

He laughs at almost every joke, no matter if he understands or not

#FNaF #fnaf withered bonnie #fnaf withered foxy #fnaf withered freddy #fnaf withered chica #fnaf toy bonnie #fnaf toy chica #fnaf toy freddy #fnaf toy foxy #fnaf puppet #fnaf mangle #FNaF x Reader #fnaf x reader

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theodorevg923 · 1 year

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Hello, I was wondering if you could write Withered/Glamrock Bonnie helping his S/o with period cramps??? Mine have been hell and I just want my bun bun

Sorry took so long to get this out - an Tumblr was being an ass while editing so no proof read w/ quick edits.

A/N: this was in the works before Ruin was released so just old SB decommissioned Glam Bon

Withered Bonnie + Glamrock Bonnie x AFAB Reader on Period

Bonus!: Decommissioned Bonnie

Headcanon Master List

Warnings: possible yandere behavior, possible kidnapping, menstrual blood, possible involuntary drugging

Glamrock Bonnie

Retired from the band Glamrock Bonnie has taken to bowling, along with running his own bowling alley, but don't think he doesn't keep an ear on his cottontails.

You, in particular, have become rather dear to Bonnie, a master of manipulation, and he already knows everything about you; and yes, that's including your menstrual cycle.

So when you come in for your evening shift on this late afternoon, Bonnie noticed right away a shift in your mood and body language: dark, puffy eyes from crying, wincing from the cramps, and drained of all energy.

You dreaded coming into work, but you had no choice for you needed to keep up your income for the never ending stack of bills, left on the bedside table in your nearly empty apartment.

But this shift is about to take a rather interesting turn as Bonnie stepped up to you, ignoring that it was his turn to bowl in a game with Freddy.

Bonnie reached his hands out to you, caressing your cheeks gently as the soft violet fur rubs against your skin. You can't see the rabbit's thoughts, but you can see the warm smile he carries as he speaks to you, offering to rest in his room for a while.

The invitation is intriguing as no one is allowed in Bonnie's room except the band members, your head nodding into the rabbit's hands as your heart deafens to a soft, calm beat.

Your mind should be reeling from the thought of going to Bonnie's room, but you are too focused on his calming voice as he continued to speak, gently leading you to his room hidden within the bar.

But the dream doesn't last forever, wincing as the cramps worsen to a near unbearable level of pain and staggering into a wall, tears once again streaming down your face.

You don't notice Bonnie's grin shift to a grimace, kneeling at your side without a word before he stands up, you in his arms.

Another wave of pains wracks your body, sobbing from it before you feel your body being lain upon something soft, quick to shift to a more comfortable to relieve the suffering.

Through your tear soaked eyes, you can see Bonnie knelt down before you once again, something blue held in his fingers that he presses against your lips. The object is sweet, like blueberry candy, quick to dissolve in your mouth.

Time appears to pass quickly as Bonnie hums a song to you, wrapping you in one of his merch blankets before your mind drifts into the darkness where the pain can not follow.

Hours pass, gently stirring awake to have yet another cold object pressed against your lips, which you allow to pass through eager to keep the pain at bay.

Through the void of sleep, you can still hear Bonnie singing to you or gently strum his old bass, time passed soothingly soon with it the pain of your cramps.

Unaware of the days that passed, you stir awake, noting that no candy was pressed against your lips and the lack of suffering your body usually caused you. Bonnie is at your side a moment later, his red bass still in hand as he kneels beside you.

Bonnie is quick to use his mastery of manipulation to soothe your worries about what he had done, and no consequences will happen from your absence.

Something about the close connection forged between you and Bonnie has you quick to return to his side and his room the following months when the suffering arises once again.

Bonnie continues his care for his sweet clover, eager to keep you at his side for as long as you need him and never judging you for the weakness you show to him alone.

Withered Bonnie

Withered Bonnie is different from the upgraded Toy version, lost to the time long since past but don't think this old rabbit doesn't care for you.

Constantly in and out of the backroom for various parts, scraps, and upgrades for the newest members, Bonnie has kept his red eyes on you and curiosity of you keeps him going.

Bonnie is especially fond intrigued by the times you come in upset or frustrated, slamming parts on the table, throwing tools into boxes and listen to them clash, yells of pain ripped from your throat as tears soak your soft skin.

As time passes, Bonnie keeps tabs on the cycle his favorite time happens, which is roughly every 28-32 night shifts, and he is quite invested in such a precise cycle by a mere human.

The first scrap of information Bonnie received on what could be the cause is from your own voice, cussing out your body as you throw yet another broken part onto the table before you sink to the floor. The biggest mistake you made came not from overworking yourself while on your period, but your time blindness for you has stayed way too late.

This old rabbit may have been forgotten, but Bonnie has not forgotten himself, quick to move to your side as one hand rests upon yours to keep you from swinging. Bonnie knelt down, still looming over you from his sheer size before he rested the top of his jaw gently on your head, free arm moving to wrap you in an embrace, albeit just as cold and hard like his hand. Time passed before your eyes, counting down the seconds alongside the thump of your heart, unable to move out of fear of Bonnie's embrace; you weren't entirely sure which. Seconds turn into minutes, nearly an hour before your heart drops its walls, tears quick to spill from your terrified eyes. Your hand, long since numb, slowly releases the part to rest upon the table as a Bonnie releases your hand in turn. Now, with his other arm free, Bonnie's embrace warmed by your own body heat, you shiver from the sudden cold metal against your torso but soon sank into it. The night passes in silence, your face buried into the rough fur that coated Bonnie's chest, ignoring the sounds that surround you to focus on the ticks and whirs that emanate soothingly Soon, dawn breaks, and Bonnie's embrace goes limp around you, freeing you to leave the diner before you could be seen by the morning crew. But time and time again, you return to the withered Bonnie's embrace, whether in pain or just need someone to hold you.

Decommissioned Bonnie

This old rabbit has been gone for a few years at this point, lost to the underground tunnels beneath the pizzaplex. As for how Bonnie found you...

Your period always brings a lot of unwanted pain and conflicting, ever-shifting emotions you can't control and this time it forced you to run, throwing yourself into the deep, foreboding darkness of the basement.

Now Bonnie has seen you many times, hiding in the basement after that escape, and all the tears to follow but could not understand why.

Though it doesn't take him long to see the signs: curled up and holding your lower belly, sobbing from the pain and frustration that your body forces you through on a timely cycle. And yes, Bonnie counted the days to learn when he may begin to expect you, being decommissioned did not destroy his patience.

Unbeknownst to you during your escape you had accidentally locked yourself into a dangerous part of the basement, and finally within Bonnie's reach. His approach is silent, blood pounding in your ears as they ring from your shouts, and cries of frustration cover a few sounds he does make. A sudden cold, metal presence resting upon your shoulder cuts everything but fear from your heart and mind. Bonnie is a smart rabbit and managed to find bits of pieces he needed for both himself and you for this encounter: a voice box from an older model Bonnie, and a tattered Freddy Fazbear backpack filled with various items he remembered other employees using during similar times, or overheard in conversations. There may not be much left of this decommissioned rabbit, barely an endo, but Bonnie's fushia eyes makes the fear slowly ebb away - whether from seeing posters or in person before he was lost your mind recognizes who is before you, a tattered backpack offered to you without a word. At first, things seem comforting as the old, broken voice speaks to you, offering Bonnie's companionship while you hide from the world above - but not all as it seems... Years of being broken, discarded, and cast aside from the world above has thrown a glitch into Bonnie's, a being created to appease and entertain humans, programming as for what it is you'll soon find out. Before long, the pain ebbs slightly as the medication from the bag kicked in, along with a few snacks and a can of Fizzy Fazz. You managed to choke it down, talking with Bonnie about the world above. Bonnie has few words himself, his voice box rough from years of being unused, but not long into the conversation what words he does relent form a strange feeling of trust with the endo. Before long you're following him deeper into the basement, the medication having eased even more of the pain to a tolerable level, soon lost to its maze as Bonnie's fushia eyes guide the way. Yet you know nothing will harm you, your hand wrapped tight and gently warming the metal as the journey continues, or so you think. Alarms go off in your head, but it's too late, you have become lost in Bonnie's burrow with no escape route clear to you, terrified of the fushia eyes in the darkness. "Don't worry, sweet clover, I will never abandon you or let you feel the suffering caused by your human body ever again...."

*falls down the stairs* Again sorry this took so long...

Stay cruel until the end!

Posted Sept 7, 2023

#theodore923 #fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf 2 #fnaf bonnie #glamrock bonnie #withered bonnie #decommissioned bonnie #fnaf x reader #fnaf sb x reader #x reader #fnaf x y/n #fnaf headcanons #fnaf hc

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sunshine-for-serotonin · 2 years

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Dont mind me sliding in over here and kindly asking for either Withered Bonnie or El Chip yandere headcanons - Safety Pin

I hope it’s alright that I chose withered Bonnie for this one!

So let’s just get this out there, withered Bonnie has absolutely crippling anxiety concerning about where his face used to be.

but at the same time, if you complement his appearance in any way shape or form, this rabbit will absolutely melt! He basically becomes putty in your hands, and you can sway him to give you more freedoms.

for example, you may finally be allowed to roam the pizza place at night! Once the night guard is taken care of first of course, if they saw you, Bonnie may never see you again! Just the thought brings him to oily tears!!

Oh, and do try not to bring up any of the other animatronics while you two are together. Who knows what the company would do if one of them ‘mysteriously’ went missing.

Withered Bonnie is also in my opinion very physically affectionate, he loves to wrap you in his singular arm and rest his lower jaw on your head while you sleep, and even if you wake up and try to struggle away, he won’t let you!

Bonnie NEEDS you! He wants you safe and with him at all times! He is sure you’ll realize that after he eliminates anything he might consider a threat to you :)

I never really had a good grasp on Bonnie’s personality as a whole, so I hope this is alright, dear!!

#yandere fnaf #withered bonnie #yandere bonnie #fnaf #yandere fnaf x reader #fnaf x reader

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yandere----fandoms8790 · 2 years

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Yandere Withered Bonnie and Ennard

Type: Headcannon

Type of Darling: Insomnia(extreme)

Withered Bonnie:

This man would be wondering if he is making you like this

Like lets say it was time to go to sleep, he would be concerned as crap

He would think you are too scared of him

If you took any medication for it he would most definitely get it

Whether it be from another person or go rob a pharmacy

Either that or he would kidnap a doctor and have them cure you of your disorder

Also expect lots of cuddles and kisses(somehow)

He would do anything even stop time for you

Ennard:

I see him as all the Sister Location group together as one but without being schizophrenic

So in a way he would be concerned but in another way he would use this to his advantage

So like, once he would get the medication or whatever you needed he would make you beg to a certain extent

But, he would also care enough to give you the medicine

So he is in all basics has the Sister Location groups personality but he is one person(animatronic)

I also see him as one to give you affection

Request:Anonymous

Written: Yandere---- fnaf1-8

Thank you for requesting! Sorry for not posting lately.

Have a Merry Christmas! Request something soon!

#Yandere Fnaf #Yandere Withered Bonnie #Yandere Ennard #Yandere fnaf x reader #Yandere Withered Bonnie x reader #Yandere Ennard x reader #Yandere Fnaf Headcannons

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alexthevillan · 1 year

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O K A Y-

I'm very bored SOOOOOOOO

Peeps that follow me and/or people across the internet, give me something to draw.

It could be your oc's, a favorite character of yours, anything!!

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apex-bull-shark · 2 years

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Alright so I once say something that was like “FNAF ____ with a reader who is a speed runner”? Or something like that I’m just wondering if anyone has found something like this or have made it before?

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liminarystars · 1 month

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fnaf m.list

♡ Names have the links to their masterlist!

(alt versions of freddy, bonnie, chica + foxy share a m.list unless specified.)

➤ aftons

↳ william afton

↳ michael afton

↳ elizabeth afton

↳ evan afton

➤ emilys

↳ henry emily

↳ charlie emily

➤ fnaf I

↳ freddy fazbear

↳ bonnie

↳ chica

↳ foxy

↳ golden freddy

↳ missing children

➤ fnaf II

↳ withereds

↳ toy freddy

↳ toy bonnie

↳ toy chica

↳ mangled

↳ puppet

↳ balloon boy

➤ fnaf III

↳ springtrap

↳ phantoms

➤ fnaf IV

↳ nightmares

↳ n. fredbear

↳ nightmare

➤ sister location

↳ circus baby

↳ funtime foxy

↳ funtime freddy

↳ ballora

↳ ennard

➤ pizza sim.

↳ lefty

↳ scraptrap

↳ scrap baby

↳ molten freddy

➤ security breach

↳ glamrock freddy

↳ glamrock bonnie

↳ glamrock chica

↳ roxy

↳ monty

↳ sundrop

↳ moondrop

↳ vanny

↳ gregory

↳ cassie

➤ into the pit

↳ oswald

↳ jeff

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pianocat939 · 11 months

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BE SELF INDULGENT I LOVE ALL THE SILLY BUNNIES IN FNAF

I'm just gonna do a continuation from my last Bonnie post-

Tw: mention of death threats, murder, basically stalking...?

Toy Bonnie is a bit jealous that you're paying attention to the old trash of a scrap his older is. Like he knows he's trying to kill you, but at the same time, you shouldn't be worrying about some broken down scraps.

So you notice, on your shifts he tends to be waiting there, not moving. It's a lot more scary to be honest. He's just dead staring at you, like he's waiting for you to move.

Whenever you fall asleep on your shifts, and Withered Bonnie is soaking up your presence, Toy Bonnie is trying not to loudly murder Withered Bonnie.

Isn't he the better model? He's like 100% more cuter than him!

It's to the point he'll try to write messages of any sort. It could be weird ass admiring letters to just straight murder threats.

There's really no in between.

He just wants you to stop caring about Withered Bonnie.

"Aren't I better? I don't care that I'm trying to kill you, stop paying attention to him. I should be the one taking all of your attention. I should be the one you're scared about."

#yandere #yandere x reader #fnaf #fnaf 2 #bonnie fnaf #toy bonnie #withered bonnie #five nights at freddy’s x reader #five nights at freddy's #bonnie x reader #toy bonnie x reader #withered bonnie x reader #yandere imagines

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owlcomics101 · 5 months

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Task force 141 x Animatronic!Reader

Warnings: This is a task force fnaf AU, gore/blood, mentions of death and child murder (No children die in this, children’s death is only mentioned!), corpse, SFW (I am a minor), fluff, wholesome animatronic shenanigans, language (cussing), Reader is a withered bunny animatronic

GIF by: @thedgeofsleep

Context/Backstory: In this universe the task force was forced to be relived of duty due to ‘Mental issues’. Finding a job was hard for them but they were welcomed in with opened arms by Fazbear entertainment. You are a withered down bunny animatronic that watches the shows from a distance. Your ability to even function is a mystery to the team and it even intrigues them. They can’t help but be drawn to you. Your movements are so fluid, so human. Unlike the other Ghosts you are the only one that is more forgiving and gentle to the task force. And the task force will do anything to keep you from getting scraped and salvaged for parts. Reader’s spirit is an adult.

Price: Price is the security guard for this pizzeria location. He was the first to see the true nature of the animatronics. The true nature of you. He was afraid at first. Who wouldn’t be? But then he remembers of how more of a monster humanity is on the field than these worn down 80’s themed animatronics ever were or will be. He had already grown accustomed to the animatronics and their night mechanics and when he thought he had it all in the bag that’s when he met you. Price was off his game one night. He was tired, exhausted, heavy bags under his blood shot eyes. His job left him restless in the day time and constant nightmares and panic attacks. He was more afraid of what goes on in his head than the animatronics he keeps at bay. It was 5:50 am. His shift was almost over. Price was getting ready to leave but that’s when he saw you on the cameras. “The bloody hell?” He mumbled to himself. You were much older and withered than the others. You had a completely different theme. Your suit and character was cottage themed and aesthetic. You held a basket full of flower props with a small butterfly prop inside as well. You wore a worn sun hat that had holes for your floppy mechanical ears. Price was a bit panic. He wasn’t sure how to deal with you. Could he just simply close the door on you? Flash a light? It was already to late though, you were already at the door. Price pulled out his taser. He knows he shouldn’t destroy property but he will if he has to. Despite having a taser pointed at you, you held out one of the prop flowers from your basket. Price was…surprised to say the least but he cautiously took it anyways. “….Thanks love.” He mumbles as he looks down at the flower prop in his hands, but the time he looked back up. You were gone.

Gaz: Gaz was the day time security guard of this location. He ensured no one was stealing, breaking, or hurting anyone and/or the property. Despite this, he was still having a hard time adjusting back to a normal life like the others. Sometimes all the noise and ambiance of the pizzeria gets overwhelming. Especially if a balloon pops. Gaz one day was making his routes around the pizzaria when he saw a figure hiding behind some arcade machines. Gaz’s brows furrowed as he quickly went to investigate, his hand over his taser as he gets ready to peak around behind one of the arcade machines. Thats when he saw two rabbit ears poking up, but it wasn’t Bonnie’s it was yours. You were watching over everyone from a distance but also trying to hide from some of the children and adults. They sometimes tend to poke and prod at you and with your already fragile and withered body you were bound to break apart. Gaz was…puzzled at first. He’d never seen you around before. It made him question how he had never seen you around before. Nonetheless he tried getting you to stay in parts’n’service but you always escaped to go watch your friends Freddy and the gang preform. Gaz let out a sigh and he gave up trying to put you away. He’d made sure to keep you safe from the kids during his shift while you watch the show. During his break he’d play the arcade games and to his surprise he watches you play some of the games as well. He can never seem to beat you in Fruity Maze. You like to steal his hat and wear on top of your sun hat with a big smug look on your face. You were the perfect distraction from his worries and fears and he loved you for it.

Ghost: Ghost was the mechanic. He fixed up all the animatronics before and after shows. He never paid much attention to you at first. After all, you were just some broken down old animatronic still lingering around for some reason. Right? A kid one day accidentally pulled on Bonnie’s ears too hard and one of them snapped off. “Fuckin hell…” Ghost would mutter to himself. Cant these Damm kids keep their hands to themselves? The ear was completely broken and smashed. He couldn’t simply repair it and snap it back on. It was missing a joint. He looked around the pizzaria for that joint, digging through the spare parts bins and checking around stage and back stage, but to no avail. He then looked over to you. Sitting peacefully and all propped up in the corner. Holding your basket close to your furred chest. Ghost rolled his eyes with a huff. Now you were finally useful to him. He went over to you, studying your ears. All he had to do was take one of your ears and change the fabric color to match Bonnie’s. Simple enough right? That was until your head suddenly looked in his direction you purposely folded your ears flat against your head to keep out of his reach. This caught ghost by surprise. How were you even active??? Nonetheless you were active now and you weren’t gonna be used like some pile of scrap for everyone to take, take, and take! You slowly rose to your feet. Your hand tight around the flower basket prop you always held. As pissed as you were, unlike the others you had no intentions of harming anyone. You just wanted to haunt your suit in peace. Your feet shuffled beneath you as you slowly marched to the door. Ghost going wide eyed and immediately trying to stop you. You jumpscare him with a auditable screech to at least stun him enough that you could get out of the room. It worked but he recovered quickly then you expected. He grabbed your wrist as you tried to open the door with your free hand. He wasn’t going to let you get away. He couldn’t lose property it would’ve been bad on his part and plus he was…intrigued by you. You still didn’t want to hurt him. He was simply trying to do his job. But you didn’t wanna lose any more limbs. As a last resort your suit’s mouth slowly opened up. Ghost raised a brow, still tugging on you when his eyes widen in horror what was inside….a sickly pale hand reach out from your suit’s mouth. Your hand slowly prying Ghost’s hand off your suit’s wrist. Ghost was in too much shock. He’s seen plenty of horrifying and disturbing things in his line of work but…nothing like this. Once you got his hand off your suit’s wrist. Your sickly hand slowly returns back into your suit’s mouth as the suit mouth’s closes. You immediately pull away. Disappearing into the darkness of the building leaving Ghost on his knees hyperventilating with the hand you touch shaking. Nothing in this situation made sense but one thing was clear; you were alive and aware…..somewhat.

Soap: Soap was the slasher of this universe. The man behind the slaughter, but not what you think. He didn’t kill you, nor did he take the lives of the five children. He was a night guard like Price, but his methods were more….lethal than Price when it came to intruders. Whoever snuck in the pizzeria, never came back out. He used an old springlock animatronic suit he found in one of the safe rooms and used it to keep himself hidden because he knows Price is always watching on the cams. He never killed anyone innocent, only people who broke in at night with Ill intentions. He would hide the bodies in the spare suits in parts and service for Ghost to later find during his shift. Ghost does later catch on to what Soap is doing, he doesn’t pry into it. He just reminds Soap to loosen the spring locks when in use. The animatronics have tried attacking him plenty of times. Mistaking Soap for the man who took their lives when he uses the suit, but you never let them touch him. You are always watching from the shadows. Ensuring the animatronics didn’t even lay a paw on him. Because in your eyes, Soap was just defending the pizzeria, your forever home. Whenever Soap got dirty you would march over and pull out a old worn handkerchief from your flower basket and wipe the blood off as he would chuckle. There were times when he almost got fully springlocked and it always scared both you and Ghost. Ghost lets out a huff, deciding to make a suit for him that wouldn’t impale him at any given moment. While you finally got rid of the old suit. The suit’s head giving you the same cold and lifeless stare as the man looked when he took your life away.

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