Hey guys, Teddy here!
I'm BACK with a PURPOSE!
I am gonna be the one to finish what the amazing Kudley started!
I am gonna finish Papa Bonnie!
She had already given me the plot that she wants me to do via PM but I may make a few tweaks to that...also I'm just gonna go over this fic for spelling and grammar errors because I'm a freak on that (words made by my sister...)
I DO NOT own FNAF nor Papa Bonnie! They belong to Scott Cawthon and KudleyFan93 respectively!
ON TO KUDLEY'S RAMBLES! :D
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You guys voted for this, so here it is!
Alright, so aside from Pattycakes (which was a parody of another fanfic), this will be my first ABDL FNAF story. And damn is it gonna be weird, but trust me, people...this is gonna be a fun and freaky ride.
Okay, so I know not EVERYONE is into the same things as I am. But please keep in mind that this is MY account and MY imagination, and I can do whatever the heck I want with them both.
That being said, I was able to crank out this one in just an hour and a half.
Before we begin, here are the notes/warnings:
-This fanfic WILL contain infantilism, non-sexual ageplay, diapers, FreddBonn fluff, and the description of a fictional robotic bear acting like a baby. If those don't interest you in the slightest, or you have the smallest inkling of hatred for them, then don't even bother staying to read. I'd also appreciate some respect for the following content in the reviews if you're brave enough to even comment.
-They're actually NOT animatronic robots in this fic, but anthropomorphic animals. They also co-exist with humans in harmony, and some are probably vegetarians because they can't eat their own species. Don't ask how anthro logic works.
-This will be the first time I introduce my interpretation (one of them, anyway) of Springtrap. I haven't developed his character much yet, however. We'll see how THAT goes.
-There's most likely gonna be typos. I'll fix them when I find them, so please don't point them out.
And finally...
-For some reason, Kudley has decided that in this fanfic, Bonnie wears shades. Because randomness.
With that out of the way, I hope you all enjoy!~
Bonnie heaved a sigh, grinning as he pushed down his black shades and stepped offstage. He had just finished tuning his guitar and polishing its red surface to a sparkle while his two other bandmates sat on the edge of the showstage. Chica was munching from her pink frosted cupcake (which was now an edible one, as requested by the yellow chick herself) while Freddy was straightening out his bowtie, wanting to look as prim and proper as possible after a long day at work.
"Woo!" Bonnie exclaimed, wiping the smudges off of his shades, which were a gift from Freddy for his birthday. He glanced over at his bandmates, smile never faltering. "That was a pretty short day, wasn't it? I was expecting a long, painful one like they normally are."
Chica nodded wholeheartedly, taking another bite of her cupcake before wiping away the crumbs and sprinkles that were stuck to her beak. "Yeah, that had to be the shortest show ever. Wasn't it, Freddy?"
Both Bonnie and Chica turned towards their leader, who was too busy staring off stoically into space while he fiddled with his bowtie. The tophatted bear seemed to be daydreaming, which wasn't uncommon. For someone who seemed so sophisticated and reserved, he always had a lot on his mind. Not that he ever let anyone in on his daydreams, though.
Chica had enough of his silence after some time, and snapped her feathered fingers to get his attention. "Freddy!"
Freddy turned around, having returned to his senses at last. "Yes?" he answered, still quite aloof. It was obvious that he still had something on his mind. "What is it?"
Bonnie smirked. "Spacing out again there, Fazbear?" The purple rabbit chuckled, tossing his shades in the air before swiftly snatching them up. "Whatcha thinkin' bout?"
Freddy sighed, shaking his head. "No, it's nothing."
"Liar," Chica muttered to herself. She brushed away the cupcake crumbs on her lap and turned to her two friends. "I'm gonna go see what Foxy's up to. See you guys tomorrow!"
Bonnie's floppy bunny ears flickered slightly as his confident maroon eyes watched the yellow bird march off towards Pirate's Cove. His smirk faded when he turned to face Freddy again.
"Is there something wrong, Fredd?"
"No, nothing's wrong." Freddy replied like there was something wrong. Bonnie frowned, nowhere near convinced. Convincing the purple rabbit was like trying to travel to planet Saturn in an air balloon. It just never happened.
"Are you sure? You've been acting pretty screwy lately. It's like you have stage fright all over again."
Freddy's face blushed bright red at this, bear ears flattening in aggravation. "Bonnie, I can assure you that I'm absolutely fine. I would let you know if there was something I needed to talk to you about."
Bonnie rolled his eyes. "Gosh, you really are a terrible liar, aren't you?"
All he got in response was a glare and a growl. Freddy dropped his microphone and hopped offstage, pushing past the rabbit. "I'm not in the mood, Bonnie."
"Geez cranky, who gave you a bowl of piss this morning?"
"Just leave me alone."
Little did Freddy know that telling Bonne he wanted space would only spur the rabbit's curiosity even further.
"Well, well, well! Look who it is."
Freddy tensed up, his blue eyes gazing up to the heavens as if searching for strength. He let out a gruff sigh, turning around to face the music. "What do you want now, Springtrap?"
The scarred green rabbit chuckled, putting his paws up. "Woah there, no need to be hostile. I'm just bein' friendly!"
Springtrap, to sum up in a few short words, was most certainly not a friendly guy. He was in his mid-twenties, but had the stubborn, playful, rebellious attitude of a teenager and the looks of a former war veteran. His eyes, the same red of dried blood with a hint of purple, had seen and been through a lot over the years. He was scary, menacing, and a bully…and he liked it that way.
He, Freddy, and Bonnie had been rivals for a long, long time. There had been plenty of competition and jealousy between the three of them for quite literally a decade. Springtrap always loved stopping by the pizzeria every once and a while to scare off customers, complain about the food and service, or to stir up trouble altogether. It was amazing how he wasn't in jail or under a restraining order by this point.
"When have you ever even tried to be a friend to me, or anybody for that matter?" Freddy replied coldly. He had been bottling up his emotions for months, and the last thing he needed right now was another visit from his sworn enemy. Springtrap grinned.
"Starting today? …Nah, maybe not even then. Or never." He laughed. "Sooo, where's your little bunny boyfriend, huh?"
Freddy's expression remained blank, but he was melting on the inside from anger. "Must I remind you one more time?," he groaned. "Fine, have it your way. Bonnie and I are NOT a couple. We aren't romantic with each other in any way whatsoever, and I don't think our relationship in the future will ever be much more than platonic. He's like a brother to me."
"Oooh~" Springtrap giggled. "I seeee… is that why you're blushing, Mr. Fazbear? If that's the case, then why do you get all sweaty and nervous whenever you're around him? Don't try and fool me. I'm not stupid. You totally have the hots for him."
That's so true.
"That is so not true," Freddy growled, his face reddening from both rage and embarrassment. He was this close to snapping. "Get out. Get out of my restaurant."
"Or what?" Springtrap blinked his purple-red eyes innocently, letting out a mirthful laugh. "You'll sic Foxy on me? Ooh, I'm so scared…what's he gonna to do me with his plastic toy hook?!"
"Out," Freddy ordered, pointing a finger towards the exit as if Springtrap was a child in need of directions. In Freddy's eyes, he was no better than a child anyway. "Now."
"Alright, alright Fazbear. Don't get your panties in a knot. I'm gone!" Springtrap tugged on the dark green ribbon around his neck as he turned on his heel and swaggered his way towards the exit. "Oh, and FYI, it's so fucking obvious that you do love him. You can't deny it."
Freddy huffed, unable to disagree.
"You're not snooping around, Bonn. You're just doing this for Freddy's wellbeing…and so he'll stop spacing out in the middle of performances."
In the past hour, Bonnie's curiosity had bloomed into an irresistible desire to find the truth. He wanted to know why Freddy had been acting so strange recently. Even if it was normal for him to daydream, it wasn't like Freddy to miss out on rehearsals, or to skip meals; which is exactly what he had been doing recently. It was both concerning and interesting.
That being said, Bonnie could no longer resist the urge to investigate any longer. He had made sure that Freddy was occupied with something in one of the party rooms, which was really all he needed to do, considering Foxy and Chica were already quite occupied in Pirate's Cove. That much was obvious.
Without much regard to anyone else in the building, Bonnie flipped up his shades, safely tucked his guitar in and kissed it goodnight, and made it his goal to find out the truth about Freddy Fazbear.
The purple rabbit quickly made his way down the dark hallway, which then led him to a much larger square space with a wall and three doors. One blue, one purple (his), and one yellow. It was quite obvious whose rooms were whose, and for that, Bonnie took it upon himself to pick the lock on the blue door and make his way into Freddy's room.
As expected from someone as proper and refined as Fredderick Fun Fazbear, his room was nothing short of immaculate. It was also pretty basic; there was a plain king-sized bed with dark blue and black pillows and blankets, a dresser, a mirror, a closet, and a small bathroom.
The lighting was dim, even when Bonnie flicked on the lights. It was kinda hard to see, especially since he was a bunny with poor frontal and night vision. Although maybe it was a good thing that his farsightedness would soon come in handy…
Neglecting to lock the door behind him, Bonnie tucked away his shades as he looked around in the enlarged bedroom, searching for any signs of Freddy possibly being in a secret cult society or something mysterious like that. It would explain why the bear had been absent recently, and why he locked himself in his room at night. Bonnie shuddered at the thought.
He ventured on, squinting, peeking under the bed and looking into small spaces. Nothing. There wasn't even anything underneath the mattress! Bonnie pouted. Maybe he wasn't such a good detective afterall.
Then he remembered he had overlooked the closet.
…Well, DUH! Of course! People always hid secrets in their bedroom closets. It was the holy grail of secrecy!
Holding back an excited chuckle, Bonnie rushed over to the closet. He listened closely for a moment, making sure that nobody was around before he twisted the knob, letting the closet door creak open on its own accord and pace.
"Helloooo?"
Much to his disappointment, Bonnie initially found nothing but nothing in there either. There were maybe a few dustbunnies (Bonnie wanted to make a pun, but there wasn't anybody to hear it, so it was pointless), and a few coatracks with Freddy's "special occasion" tuxedos hanging from them.
So far, Bonnie's luck was running out. He had collected absolutely no evidence of Freddy being involved in a cult society, and the lone dustbunny pun floating around in his head certainly wasn't helping the matter.
He was just about to give up when he felt something nudging his ankle.
Bonnie looked down and quickly realized that in the wall was a secret compartment, with a little handle sticking out. Though it was still quite dark, Bonnie kneeled down and briefly scrambled around with his paws until he found the handle once more and pulled it towards himself.
The compartment quickly opened, and out slid a large cardboard box, neatly folded and packed away within the wall. Bonnie knew that he was more than likely invading Freddy's privacy, but his determination got the best of him and before he knew it, he was ripping that sucker open to find the answer.
"…What?"
Bonnie sat stock-still on his knees in shock, jaw dropping low and floppy ears wilting behind him as he stared at the contents of the cardboard box. He lifted one numb arm and shakily reached in, grabbing the first object he could get his paws on.
It was a soft garment, thin and fleecy, but gigantic in size. Bonnie squinted in the darkness, only capable of making out what appeared to be designs of teddy bears on the massive piece of clothing. Had it not been for the abnormally large size of the garment, he probably would be cooing over how "radically cute" it was.
He dropped it back into the box when something else caught his eye. It was about the size of his entire paw, and it seemed to be made of plastic with a soft rubber end of some sort. Even in the darkness, it was quite colorful.
"Is this what I think it is?" Bonnie thought to himself, squeezing the object in his hand and rolling it around like a stress ball. "Is this…a freaking pacifier?"
If that's what it was, then it definitely wasn't made for a baby.
A little surprised, Bonnie quickly let go of the pacifier, gasping when it fell to the ground with a quiet 'squeak'. He gulped as he reached into the box a third time, fearing the worse.
With dread coursing through him, Bonnie held up the next object. It was soft like the first item, but a lot noisier. At first Bonnie thought he was handling something as delicate as paper, basing it off the sounds he was hearing - quiet rustles and crinkles.
But it was too soft, and way too thick to be paper. Also, it was huge in size.
"I-is this…a…a diaper?"
"BONNIE!"
The purple rabbit froze, turning to face the sudden bright light in front of him. There, standing in the closet doorway was Freddy, and he didn't look too pleased. The anger and confusion on the bear's face quickly morphed into that of horror and eventual mortification when he realized what Bonnie was holding. Freddy blushed, his blue eyes widening.
"O-oh…oh no."