The room was dark. Almost pitch black. He sat there, collecting dust. He refused to move from that spot. The only time he would show the smallest amount of life was when he sighed. He did this only a few times a day. The others were worried about him. They tried to help him up, but he wouldn't move. They'd offer him food, but he wouldn't even smell it. They'd stay with him to comfort him. Just silence. Ever since he lost his face and arm, Bonnie felt useless. He didn't want to burden the others. When he first lost his face, he'd bump into walls, trip over his own dangling wires, and even get tangled in the air vents. He decided to sit there until he would finally shut down for good. It felt like weeks when he heard mechanical footsteps. The footsteps stopped. Then, Bonnie heard a knock on the door. It was most likely Chica again. Or BB. He refused to turn his head. He sighed to show his visitor that he was still alive. He heard the door crack open. "H-heya cousin..." Bonnie didn't need to look up to know who it was. "Well, I couldn't find ya a new face, s-so..." Toy Bonnie let an object fall on the tile floor, followed by a dripping sound. For the first time in what seemed like months, Bonnie shifted his head. He looked to see what appeared to be his face. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a different face. It was poorly painted purple and had a few black spots on it. Small smudges were on it. This revealed a hint of sky blue.
Bonnie slowly tilted his head upwards. He was horrified to see his cousin faceless, just like him. Black oil dripped from his face and eye sockets. He could barely make out a small smile. "Hey cous... what's mine is yours, right? Toy Bonnie chuckled, attempting to hide the shaking in his voice. "It d-didn't hurt, really." Bonnie let out a small sigh. Toy Bonnie had always blamed himself for the disappearance of his cousins face, no matter how many times Bonnie denied. Bonnie strained to speak, which only came out in soft static. Toy Bonnie chuckled again. "Don't say anythin', you'll hurt yourself." The blue rabbit sat down in front of the purple and picked up the painted face. "It ain't the prettiest lookin' face, but it'll do for now..." He tried to attach it to his cousin's dusty head. Bonnie stiffly moved his good arm to stop Toy Bonnie and sighed. "Look cous, don't make it difficult. It hurts me to lose my awesome face too." He gave a small laugh followed by static.
Bonnie couldn't help but roll his non-existing eyes at his cousins behavior. Usually the blue rabbit would be quick to anger, independent, and slightly selfish. Toy Bonnie tried to apply the face again. Bonnie used all the strength he had to grab the mask and throw it to the other side of the room. Toy Bonnie let out a frustrated groan, getting up and walking back with it in his hands. "Your friends really miss ya, Bon... I miss ya. Even though it may not seem that way." The blue bunny crossed his arms. "Ya can't l-lie here like a corpse, y-you'll stink up the place..." He chuckled and looked away, holding back was quiet. He shifted his head down at the now dented and mangled face. He turned to his little cousin, the one who never showed emotions other than anger and annoyance. He was at the brink of oily tears. Bonnie sighed and pulled Toy Bonnie into a hug. At first, he tried to push himself away, but the blue rabbit caved in and rested his chin on his cousins shoulder. "We'll find ya a face, a g-good one too." Bonnie couldn't help but smirk. "Sure you will, TB..." He strained and patted his cousins back, knowing very well that they were both being scrapped the next morning.