"Hey, Bonnie?" Toy Chica asked. "Can I ask you something?"

"You can ask me anything," Bonnie replied.

"When you and I were apart," said Toy Chica, "what happened?"

"Well," said Bonnie, "I got repaired, into a fixed version of how you saw me before. I had a face, and left arm, and none of my endoskeleton was showing. Kinda like how I look now, only lavender and not so cartoony. And everyone else was gone. You, Toy Bonnie, Toy Freddy, Mangle... even the Puppet and BB. But Freddy, Chica, Foxy, and Golden Freddy were there, and they were fixed as well."

"Oh, that's good," said Toy Chica, smiling. Then she looked concerned. "Did you... miss me?"

Bonnie sighed. "Yeah. I did."

"You poor thing," said Toy Chica, patting his back. "It must have been really hard for you."

"Oh, it was," said Bonnie. "Like you wouldn't believe. I thought that you were going to be gone for good, so if I just tried to forget about you, then I wouldn't be feeling so much pain. But even on the first day that I awoke in my fixed form..."

"Bonnie?" said Freddy. "Where are – oh, there you are." Freddy looked down the East Hall and saw Bonnie kneeling down there, facing the wall, his head hung, his eyes shut.

"Bonnie?" Freddy asked, worried. "Are you okay?"

"Why," Bonnie whispered through gritted teeth. "Why must there always be something to remind me..."

"Remind you of what?" Freddy asked, walking up to him. "Bonnie, please. Tell me what's wrong."

Bonnie slowly pointed up at a poster on the wall. Freddy looked and saw it was a poster of Bonnie, with the words "PARTY TIME!" on it.

"... Okay?" said Freddy, shrugging. "So what's the-"

"It's her catchphrase," said Bonnie, sighing.

"Whos catchphrase?" Freddy asked.

"You know whos," said Bonnie, glaring at Freddy with his silver eyes. "Toy Chica's. Her catchphrase was 'let's party', and here, mine is 'party time'. They're nearly the same. But she's long been scrapped, and just when I started to forget her..." He shut his eyes and hung his head again. "... this shows up."

"Oh, Bonnie," said Freddy sympathetically, putting his hand on Bonnie's shoulder. "It's okay, you don't need-"

"No!" Bonnie yelled, standing up. Freddy jumped back, flinching. "It's not okay. You don't understand how I feel at all. You don't know what it's like to lose a loved one."

"Yes, I do," said Freddy.

"You do?" Bonnie asked.

"My parents," said Freddy. "I loved them a lot. But ever since that purple man killed me... I've missed them immensely. And I'm sure that Chica feels the same way about her parents, and Foxy about Mangle. So really, you're not alone. We do understand how you feel."

"Well, our parents are related to us," said Bonnie, "but Toy Chica wasn't related to me. And that's what makes it different. And this goddamn poster...!" Bonnie glared at it and stepped towards it. "I ought to tear it right off that wall-"

"No!" said Freddy quickly, grabbing Bonnie's wrist. "No, Bonnie, don't. It's supposed to stay up there, and the management is going to start getting suspicious about how a poster would keep on vanishing every time they put it up. And then they'll start investigating, and then find out about how we're moving around on our own. And then what will happen?"

Bonnie then realized what Freddy was talking about.

"... we'd get scrapped, too."

"Exactly," said Freddy. "So, for the good of the establishment – and of us – you've gotta leave that poster up."

"Fine," Bonnie sighed. "But I just really hate seeing it..."

"Then how about this," said Freddy. "Whenever we go to kill a night guard, you don't have to go down that hallway. You can just go down the West Hall instead."

"Really?" said Bonnie. "All right, Freddy. Thanks."

"You're welcome," said Freddy, smiling. "Now, let's go back to the Show Stage before you break down again."

"You got a problem when I break down? And I don't have eyebrows, but if I did, I would be raising one."

"No, no problem..."

"... but that was pretty much the only thing that reminded me of you," said Bonnie. "Or really, the thing that caused me to started remembering you."

"I see," said Toy Chica.

"Yeah," said Bonnie, nodding.

"Poor thing..." Toy Chica hugged Bonnie. "I'm sorry you had to go through that."

"Don't be," said Bonnie, hugging her back. "It's not your fault. It's the management's fault, because they were the ones that scrapped you guys."

"I know, but..." Toy Chica sighed. "I just feel so sorry for you. I didn't want you to be so miserable while we were apart."

"Well, I wasn't miserable the whole time," said Bonnie. "There were times that I completely forgot about you, and that was good, but it wouldn't last. It never did. I would eventually get reminded, and then I'd be depressed again."

"You poor baby-!" Toy Chica hugged Bonnie tighter.

"Toy Chica!" Bonnie squeaked, wincing. "Can't... breathe...!"

"Oh, I'm sorry!" said Toy Chica, releasing Bonnie. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm cool," said Bonnie, giving a little sigh and smiling kindly.

"Well, anyways, that was in the past," said Toy Chica, giving Bonnie a little peck on the cheek. "We're together again, and we have the whole future ahead of us!"

"Yeah," Bonnie agreed, smiling and putting his arm around Toy Chica. "We sure do."