AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This is my first attempt at trying to write a FNaF fanfiction... it's hard. No wonder not that many people attempt it haha. I've always been very fond of Bonnie x Freddy, and I don't see that many people write about them, so I had to change that.

Just to clear things up: in this story the whole case with the kids dying and being stuffed into the animatronics never happened!

"Daddy, daddy! I did a drawing of you and mommy!"

"Oh? Did you now?" the father smiled as he took the drawing his daughter had drawn.

The drawing had both the mother and the father holding hands inside a heart. Below, the words "I love you" were written.

The father, still smiling; picked up his daughter and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

"This drawing is beautiful, Katie. Just like you." he said as he poked her nose.

This made the child smile widely.

"I love you, daddy!" said the child as she wrapped her small arms around her father.

Love. There was that word again.

There's five minutes left before Freddy, Chica and I perform on the stage for the children. Waiting has never been my strong point, so I often kill time by taking a peek at the audience behind the curtains, it's fascinating to see what the children and adults do before we go on stage. No matter how fascinating it was, though, there was something else I found even more intriguing since the day I first heard it...

Love.

I'll admit, the topic of love has always been a confusing subject to me. I've asked the children about its meaning before, but all the answers have always been different. I do know for a fact, however, that it means caring about someone deeply... I knew this despite being an animatronic and being incapable of understanding such emotions, let alone share those feelings, or... at least, that's what the humans always say about us. I somehow understood what love is though, to an extent.

"Bonnie?"

I froze. It was happening again.

"What are you doing?" Freddy was standing right behind me, just the thought of it made my ears go up.

I quickly stepped away from the curtains and turned around to face Freddy. He seemed confused.

"Oh, F-Freddy! Hey! I was just, um, checking out the audience. We have a pretty big one today!"

Freddy no longer seemed confused. Now his eyes were filled with concern, this made my cheeks heat up. Why was this happening to me?

"Hm, I see... you seem a bit out of it though, Bonnie. Are you certain everything is alright?"

"Oh, uh... r-really?" Freddy kept staring at me with his sapphire eyes. That wasn't helping. I could feel my own voice getting smaller the more I spoke. I coughed, attempting to change the tone of my voice.

"I've never been better! I'm ready to rock out there just as I always have!" I gave Freddy a thumbs up.

"You're worrying a little too much, Fred. I'm fine, really!" I was hoping that was convincing enough... it didn't seem that way. Freddy gave me a small sigh.

Before Freddy could speak up again, Chica interrupted us, much to my relief.

"If y'all are done blabblering there, you both better get in your positions. We're up, boys!"

"Ah, yes. Thank you, Chica." Freddy turned away and headed to his usual spot. I proceeded to do the same.

Even though that small conversation was over, I still felt like a wreck just standing next to Freddy. It's like all my circuits go crazy when I'm near him... this warm feeling inside of me refused to leave. This has been happening for a while now, and to this day; Freddy is the only one that makes me feel this way. Strangely enough, it feels nice... but overwhelming at the same time.

I've begun to wonder if these feelings is what the humans call love. But... animatronics are incapable of falling in love. So if that's the case, what is the explanation for the way I feel around Freddy? Why just him?

My thoughts were interrupted by Freddy's voice.

"Bonnie, I want to speak with you after closing time."

Huh?

"Alone."

... Oh no.

"Heeeeeere's Freddy and friends!"

The curtains opened. Children were cheering and laughing and calling out our names. We began singing and playing our instruments for them.

I could feel my entire face heating up as I played my guitar. It wasn't easy to hide.