Bonnie's POV

She would have left her guitar on stage, but she decided to carry it around with her for a bit. She could even take a few swings at the old animatronics with it if she wanted.

The hatred she and the newer animatronics had against the old ones... The reason why she hated them was hazy. She had thought about it every so often but it just made her head hurt. Bonnie wasn't even sure how their hatred for each other had began.

As she walked around the empty halls, and glanced around for any signs of the old animatronics, her ears buzzed when she heard the sound of giggling. She knew the source almost immediately and went wandering over to the game area.

The ballon vender, also known ballon boy or BB was standing in his same position as always, giggling to himself. "Hi!" He greeted, giving her a wave.

Bonnie grinned, laid her guitar down and knelt beside him, lowering herself to his level "Hey BB" she responded.

"Would you like a ballon?" He asked, gesturing at the ballon stand behind him.

"No thanks" she replied, before glancing around "Any night guards around?"

"The cameras aren't on so I don't think so. I'll check the office for you and make a noise if I find anything"

"I wonder when they'll be getting one." She murmured, talking more to herself than BB.

"The old one moved to the day shift so a new one will probably be around soon" BB replied, wandering towards the exit of the game area at a slow pace. "See you in a bit, Bonnie"

"See you, BB" she said, waving him off.

Once he was gone, Bonnie rose to her full height and picked up her guitar. As she was making her way out she paused, and glanced up at the ceiling to see the Mangle hanging above her.

"Hi Mangle" she called up to her.

The Mangle stared down at her silently, her jaw hanging by her neck. She paused for a moment and gave a brief nod before disappearing into the shadows. Bonnie grimaced and continued on her nightly wander.

It seemed like a quiet night. The older animatronics weren't out which lifted an invisible weight off her shoulders. As she walked through the party rooms, she caught sight of BB crawling out of the vents. He may have had a permanent smile on his face, but he looked disappointed. "No night guard" he informed her. If he could grimace, then he probably would have.

"That's a shame. Maybe tomorrow night?" Bonnie suggested.

"Maybe. We need one around, to keep an eye on the old animatronics with us" BB commented.

"I know. Come to think of it, the night guards don't really do much when it comes to the old animatronics. He just sits there in his office."

"They do have some use. They keep me entertained" BB chuckled.

"BB!" Bonnie exclaimed crossly.

"What?"

"We're supposed to be helping the night guards, not scaring them half to death!"

"I know... It's just so boring" he muttered, moving through the party room and back towards the game room "I'll be in there if you need me" he told her as he disappeared once again.

Bonnie continued through the party rooms and towards the main hall when she caught sight of Chica. Ever since her redesign, Chica had been given a more feminine body as well as wearing a pink garment on her lower body. Her facial design was like Bonnie's and the others with blushed cheeks. She had a bib around her neck that said 'LET'S PARTY!' and a fake cupcake on a plate in her hand. The only thing that looked like her old design was probably her bright orange beak and purple shaded eyes.

"Old Bonnie's out" Chica stated simply as she approached Bonnie.

Bonnie grimaced and adjusted the grip on her guitar "I'll sort it" she replied.

"Well, Freddy's already tracking him down, so you better go help" she suggested.

Bonnie nodded "I will"

"I think he's heading towards the office so you should probably hurry if you want to catch him"

Without another word, Bonnie moved at a quick pace back through the restaurant and following the route Old Bonnie normally took. On her way there, she ended up bumping into Freddy. Just like everyone else, he was made of a smooth, hard-looking material rather than cloth. His head was a bit flatter and block-shaped, with his muzzle also being slightly flatter with two red, round cheeks, and a blockier nose. The hat on top of his head was tilted, with a red rim. He didn't look much like the original but he was clearly a bear, so at least the children didn't get confused.

"You seen Bonnie, yet?" He asked.

"Not yet, but I have a feeling we'll find him soon"

The two walked alongside each other, before finally reaching the main door that led to the office. Old Bonnie was there, peaking inside.

Bonnie raised her guitar and charged him, whacking him over the head with the instrument. It was surprising it didn't break. Then again, the guitar was much stronger than a normal one. Old Bonnie let out a groan and staggered forwards, nearly colliding with the desk.

Freddy grabbed Old Bonnie by the ear and yanked him back, trying the force him to the ground. Bonnie hit her counterpart over the head again, knocking him flat.

Freddy panted as he restrained the rabbit, placing his foot on his back and stopping him from getting up.

Bonnie panted and propped her guitar next to the desk. "That was... Intense" she murmured. She checked herself over, just to make sure she wasn't damaged. She knew Old Bonnie hadn't touched her but she had to be careful.

Freddy sighed and adjusted his hat that had become slight wonky "They have to get rid of these things. They're a danger to the children" he commented, pulling Old Bonnie to his feet "Come on, old boy, back to parts and service" he ordered, escorting him down the corridor.

Bonnie picked her guitar and followed, giving Freddy some back up if Old Bonnie tried to break free "Where would they be sent?" She questioned.

"Somewhere they wouldn't be a pain in the backside. Someplace where we wouldn't have to deal with them anymore. Where they wouldn't be a danger to themselves or anyone else."

Bonnie stared sadly at her older version, watching as he sulked, his faceless head lowered as he trudged "Don't you feel sorry for them?" She asked.

"I have no sympathy. They got themselves into a lot of trouble, and they don't do much to make up for it"

The two reached parts and service. Bonnie wondered if she would ever end up in there, if she would one day be replaced. "I dread to think" she thought to herself as she pushed the door open for Freddy. Freddy nodded in thanks and forced Old Bonnie inside.

As Freddy slammed the door, Bonnie caught a brief glimpse of the older versions. Old Freddy was lying on the ground, his hat no longer attached to his head, and one eye rolling upwards. Old Chica was sitting in the far corner, hugging her knees and weeping, though she had no more tears to give. Foxy was in the opposite corner to Old Chica, his head lowered and showing no sign of movement.

They had fallen into despair a long time ago.

And it made Bonnie's heart ache, but she didn't quite know why. She hated them... Didn't she?

She tried not to show any emotion when Freddy turned to her, instead she just narrowed her eyes and stared grimly.

Freddy spoke up once again "This place would be a lot better without them"