Bonnie stared at the oven, giving herself a satisfied nod. She wiped her forehead and brushed by a few strands of artificial hair to the side. She had worked up a sweat making the dough. Hopefully, it would rise to the perfect height. Wouldn't want to ruin the cinnamon roll she had worked so hard on. After all...she was making it for him.
She dusted the apron she was wearing, chuckling at the name on the front. 'Mama BonBon'. It funny how the management had thought it was a good idea to implement the idea. Though, surprisingly, it worked, the kids simply loving to call her 'Mama'. The mere voices of the kids calling her that was enough to make her blush.
It was then that she heard something in the darkness of the kitchen, with her two large bunny ears standing at attention. She turned around and saw that the kitchen camera was turned on, with the lights turned green instead of red. 'He's watching' She thought. Walking towards the camera, she tiptoed and read out for the camera, shaking it a little. "Mike..Honey...? Please come out...I made cinnamon rolls for you...again" She spoke with a sad tone. "Come on out and see me..?..Please...?"
She knew that she would earn no reply, but it didn't hurt to try. It had been weeks after the small misconception about the animatronics, being Bonnie and her co-workers, on how they would 'suit' nightguards for merely seeing them as an endoskelefon without a suit. Needless to say, it was appaling to hear such a thing, even though the one whom had started it was merely jesting. However, word caught on and Mike had unfortunately beard of the news. Bonnie tried her best to coax him out of that small room of his, but to no avail. She felt sad knowing that she couldn't reach out to him and tell him it was alright.
And it didn't help her that she had achieved what humans called, a 'crush' on him.
Bonnie looked at the camera and sighed before walking back to the oven. She was smitten by him when he first came round. And with her title, she couldn't help but give him pet names such as 'Honey' ,'Sweety' , 'Mikey' and so on and so forth. Though, everytime she would call him that outside his window, she would always find him cowering in fear.
*Ding!*
Her ears pointed upwards, surprised from the noise. Taking the oven mitts, she gently took out the tray of cinnamon rolls and placed them on the nearby table to let it cool. She looked up and faced the camera once again. "...I'll let the rolls cool down here...If you want..You can come out and...have one" she meekly called out, scratching the back of her head. Waiting for a moment or two, she sighed before picking up the nearby dustpan and broom.
There was still cleaning to be done.