Chapter One
The Pizzeria
Mike was walking down 10th Street with sister, Elle, following closely behind; a toothy smile plastered on her face. She was very excited about going to her favorite pizzeria for her seventh birthday.
Elle, hugging her Bonnie Bunny plush close to her chest, asked Mike excitedly, "I can't wait to go to Freddy's." She held her plush Bonnie even tighter. "But I really can't wait to see Bonnie. She's my favorite." She turned to Mike. Smiling, she asked, "Which is your favorite animatronic, Mike?"
Mike, who was escorting her to Freddy's or his phone privileges would be restricted, gave her the best fake smile he could muster. He did a small shrug. "Um, well, I think the Marionette is one of my favorites," he answered, awaiting her response.
Elle gave him a confused look. "Marionette?" she questioned, her eyebrows raised.
Mike nodded, a little more engaged in the conversation. "Yeah, she's the one who hands out the presents to kids on their birthday."
She cocked her head to the side in response, clearly still confused. "Huh?"
Mike sighed and replied bluntly, "The animatronic with the black hair and short, black dress. Like a maid from those princess movies you watch."
Elle nodded her head in realization. "Oh~" she cooed, smiling. "Yeah, I like her, too."
After a couple of minutes, the duo reached the Fazbear's pizzeria, much to Elle's excitement. Once they were inside, the two saw that the pizzeria had a lot of small kids running around the place, while the adults sat at the tables, talking to other parents. Mike's attention turned to the groups of teens that sat in various tables; their elbows perched on the table with their eyes glued to the bright screen of their phones. In about a couple of minutes, Mike was sure that he would be at one of those tables, doing the same.
He looked over at Elle, who was nearly jumping for joy at the sight of Blu, Freddy, and Chica, but her giddiness soon died quickly when she saw that Bonnie Bunny was nowhere to be seen.
Mike, seeing how disappointed Elle must've been, held her hand, which caused her to look up at him with big, round eyes. "Come on. Let's go grab something to eat." Still seeing her saddened expression, he quickly added, "I'll let you have a large sundae when we order~"
Elle's expression shifted from disappointment to happiness, as she squealed. "Really?" He nodded. "Then, what are we waiting for?" she questioned, skipping towards the nearest table.
They sat themselves down on the soft cushion of the chairs, Elle putting her Bonnie Bunny plush on the seat beside her. They both was looking through the menu when Elle asked, "Did ya' find a job, yet?"
Mike sighed. "No, I just sent an application to the Haunted Pizzeria that was near the edge of New Jersey, but they haven't gotten back to me, though," he replied, resting his cheek on the palm of his hand.
"New Jersey?" questioned Elle, quite surprise, looking up from her menu. "That's really far away. How would you be able to go to work and come back home each day?"
He smiled. "I have a friend down in Jersey that lives really close to the Haunted Pizzeria. And I asked her and her parents if I could stay with them for the summer while I work there. Luckily for me, they said yes, so if I get the job, I'll have somewhere to stay until sophomore year."
Elle nodded her head in understanding before she suddenly stated with a joyful expression on her face. "Why don't you apply for a job here?"
Mike thought about it for a moment. He shook his head. "I don't think that's a good idea. Plus, I don't think that there's a job available here, since mostly the animatronics work for themselves."
"Why not?"
"I don't know." He shrugged. "The only reason why I'm applying for a job at a pizzeria is because no one else hires at fifteen-years old." He gave her a childish smile. "Plus, with more money, we'll be able to but more junk food without Mom and Dad getting angry at us."
She smiled as well, nodding her head in a vigorously manner.
A moment later, an animatronic chicken approached them with a notepad and pen, ready to take her order. Mike couldn't help noticing what a beautiful piece of machinery Chica was. She had a slender body, her long blonde hair covering almost half of her face, leaving only her bright, yellow right eye, her hair was almost as long as she was, which Mike found a little cute. She didn't have a beak, but in its place was a pair of small, moist lips.
Then, she began to lose her charm. She was blushing madly, fidgeting madly from where she stood. Mike could hear breathing rather loudly from nervousness.
Finally, she spoke.
"H-Hi," she greeted shyly. "M-My n-name is C-Chica. Nice t-to meet you. M-may I take your order?"
Mike wanted to chuckle at her shyness, but didn't since he knew that it would further destroy her already low confidence. He smiled a small smile, and replied, "Yeah, I'll have two slices of pizza and a Coke." He looked over at Elle. "What will you be having, Elle?"
Elle smiled deviously and answered, "I'll have a pizza and an ice cream sundae."
Mike was about to scold her for ordering dessert this early until he remembered what he promised her earlier.
Chica slightly nodded. "O-Okay," she said, writing the orders down on the notepad before looking back at them. "Is that all, sir?"
Mike nodded. "Yes, thank you very much."
Chica let out a small sigh of relief, and began to walk away until Elle said, "Excuse me, where's Bonnie Bunny?"
Chica stiffened from where she stood. She turned around and said, "Um, she's backstage."
Elle cocked her head to the side. "Why is she backstage?"
Chica started to shake uncontrollably, like she was about to burst out in tears. Mike stared at her in shock. Why is she so nervous? They're robots, they can't feel anything…right?
Before Chica could give a comprehendible answer, a human-like animatronic with pale skin and short black hair, approached the three.
She stood next to Chica, giving her a weird look before nodding. Chica shyly nodded back before walking to the kitchen. The Marionette looked at Mike and Elle, and gave them a small bow.
"Hello, there," she greeted before rising up straight. "My name is Marionette." She clapped her hands together, smiling in a very friendly way. "What seems to be the issue here?"
Mike responded quickly, "Oh, there's no prob— "
Elle interrupted him. "Where's Bonnie?" she asked with a small pout.
Marionette gave her a weak smile. "Sorry, kid. Bonnie's out of order," she replied.
Elle frowned in disappointment, but continued to press on. "For how long?"
Marionette leaned against the table, a saddened expression plastered onto her face. "I'm sorry to say this, but she might be out of commission forever."
Elle's eyes turned watery, swelling up with tears, causing Marionette feel sorry for the little birthday girl. Marionette leaned off the table, and put an arm over Elle's shoulder. "Cheer up, kid," she said happily, trying to cheer up Elle, but failing miserably, as tear ran down the little one's cheek. She leaned closer to Elle. "Tell you what, kiddo, I heard that it was your birthday." Marionette pointed to herself. "And it's my job to give presents to the birthday girls and boys. So I think I should do my job." Marionette reached out a wiped away a small tear with her thumb. "So, what do you say?" Elle sniffled before nodding. Marionette gave Elle a playful wink before standing, bringing Elle up with her before grasping her hands. She looked down at Elle. "Let's go," she said with enthusiasm, as she began to walk out of the party room with Elle. Mike followed behind them, smiling at how the two interacted with each other like siblings.
"Where are we going?" Elle asked, giving her a confused look.
Marionette looked at her once again, giving her a teasing smile. "You'll just have to wait and see ~" she, sang with a playful tone in her voice.
Marionette peered over her shoulder at Mike, who was looking down at the floor with a frown on his face, like he was thinking intensely or very bothered. His expression caused Marionette to furrow her eyebrows at him in a confused manner. Mike suddenly looked up, catching Marionette's stare, to which he responded with a smile and a small wave. Marionette quickly turned around, heat rushing to her cheeks before her cooling system began to operate, cooling the excess heat away from her cheeks. She placed her free palm on her left cheek, still feeling a little flustered, as she tried to regain her composure.
Elle noticed Marionette's strange behavior and asked, "Are you okay, Ms. Marionette?"
Marionette chuckled nervously. "Of course I am, sweetie. I'm just starting to grow old."
Elle laughed. "You can't become old, Ms. Marionette," she said through small bits of laughter, earning a weird look from Marionette. "You're just a robot, not an actual person," she explained, as her laughter settled down.
Marionette casted her head down, looking down at the floor in shame, as the sudden realization that she would never be able to experience what's it like to be a human being. She wouldn't be able to know what's it like to travel, or to love someone. All of the things that combined together to make life fulfilling, she wouldn't be able to experience them.
She felt her eyelids begin to well up with tears, as it dawned on her that she was about to cry in front of the customers.
"Hey, don't talk to her like that, Elle," scolded Mike. Marionette and Elle turned to look at Mike, frowning at the little girl. "Everybody has feelings; you know? Apologize, now," he demanded with slight authority in his tone.
Elle blushed at being scolded by her brother, and quickly muttered a small apology under her breath, although it fell on deaf ears as Marionette was staring at Mike with a surprised expression. It never occurred to her that a human would actually defend her, or even genuinely concerned for her wellbeing. She felt the same heat rising to his cheeks again, and her cooling system took a while to cool the heat away.
"Um, Mary?" Mike's voice rung through her head, catching her attention, which made her cheeks turn a shade of crimson.
She smiled nervously. "Uh, yes? What's wrong?"
"Are you alright?" he asked. "Your face is really red."
Marionette quickly nodded. "Yes," she said calmly, her cooling systems finally cooled off the remaining heat. She exhaled in relief before smiling warmly at him. "I'm fine, darling."
Mike furrowed his eyebrows at her. "Darling?" he questioned the newfound nickname she's just given him, which made her go rigid.
"I-I mean, sir," she stammered. "I'm alright, sir." She gripped Elle's hand tighter, and urged them both forward.
Mike stood there for a moment, watching the two continue to walk down the hall with haste before he sighed, and stuff his hands in his pockets, muttering to himself, "If you say so."
Marionette led them towards the prize corner where she handed Elle a large rectangular box that had the initials E.S. on it. Elle eagerly tore opened the present and pulled out a dark blue guitar case, she quickly unzipped the case, pulling out a purple kid-size guitar. It was a slick guitar, very similar to the one Bonnie would use when she would perform with her crew when Mike was a child. But what made the guitar really unique was the black signature on the front of it that read: Bonnie Bunny.
Elle squealed at the sight of her birthday present, throwing her arms around Marionette's shoulder in a tight hug. Marionette smiled, and hugged her back, as Elle screamed out, "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you," she repeated over and over again.
The two ceased their embrace as Marionette replied, "You're welcome, sweetie." She turned towards Mike before looking back at Elle. "How about you go to the party room and watch the Fazbear's preform their new song, while I talk to your brother?"
Elle gave her a huge nod of her head. "Okay!" She ran out of the room and down the hall to join the other kids to watch their favorite robots preform.
"Be careful!" Marionette called out to her, hoping that Elle wouldn't trip and injure herself.
She turned to Mike, who grinned and said, "Kids."
Marionette placed her palm over her mouth, chuckling. "Yeah. They can be a pain in the motherboard, but they're cute as a button," she replied, as they both stood from their spots and made their way to the party room.
As they walked, Mike asked, "You said that you wanted to talk to me, right?"
Marionette nodded. "When your sister and I were talking, she said you were searching for a job," she replied.
"I am, actually," he confirmed, running his fingers through his hair as he sighed. "I already sent my resume to the Nightmare's Haunted Pizzeria, but they haven't gotten back to me yet."
Marionette placed her finger on her chin, as if she was thinking before smiling. "Why don't you just work here unt il Nightmare's Pizzeria gets back to you?"
Mike crossed his arms over his chest, thinking about what it would be like to be an employee at Freddy's. "I don't know," he replied, uncertain.
Marionette wrapped her arm around his, tugging it gently. "Oh, please?" she asked, pouting. "We might not have the better pay than the other pizzeria, but I'm sure you'll really like it here for the time being. Plus, I'm sure the others would like to have you around."
"And how would you know that?"
Marionette frowned, trying to come up with a reasoning for her statement. "I don't know. It's just that you seem…different from other people."
Mike furrowed his eyebrows. "Different how?"
She shrugged, unwrapping her arm around his. "I don't know. You just seem…special, somehow. I can't put my finger on it, though."
Mike looked at her strangely, but sighed, and to Marionette's delight said, "Okay, sure."
She smiled, clapping her hands together in a happy manner. "Great. Just come in at exactly midnight, and then we can sort everything out."
"Midnight?" questioned Mike, surprised by how it late it would be by then.
Marionette laughed at his surprise. "Yeah, the only position we have for the pizzeria currently is a nightguard, but on the bright side, you'll be receiving one-hundred and fifty dollars per week. An extra fifty on the weekends."
The benefits of being a night guard began to pull him into accepting the job. "Well, that doesn't sound so bad." He thought about it for a moment before smiling. "Alright then, I'll become a night guard," he replied, as they both sat down at one of the tables in the party room.
…
Upon the stage, Blu, Freddy, and Chica were in the middle of preforming their new song, Pizza Rock, in front of a large group of kids. Blu was currently playing her guitar solo, her eyes gazing amongst the crowd before landing on Marionette, who seemed to be talking to a boy somewhere in his teens. The teen seemed to have said something that made her genuinely laughed, blushing a little. In ordinary eyes, it was just a general conversation between to people, but, in Blu's eyes, it was mind baffling. So mind baffling that it caused her to suddenly stop her guitar solo in the mist of playing it.
All eyes were suddenly on her. Freddy, Toy Chica, the children, and even the teen and Mike were looking at her with curious eyes at the sudden delay of music. The whole pizzeria was quiet. Blushing, she began to chuckle nervously. "O-Oh, sorry about that kids," she apologized innocently. "I kind of zoned out for a moment."
Freddy smiled awkwardly leaning towards Bonnie. "Are you alright, Blu?" she asked, whispering into her ear.
Blu smiled. "I'm fine. Don't worry about me. Let's just continue the show."
Freddy looked over at Toy Chica, who shrugged. Freddy sighed before returning to her position on stage.
Bonnie gripped her guitar again. "Anyway, let's get back to rocking out!" she decreed, which caused all the kids to start cheering, as she started to play her guitar. Freddy and Toy Chica started to sing again, and everything returned to its usual pace. The adults returned to their conversations, and the teens went back to texting, or the usual social media apps.
Although everything was back to normal, Blu's eyes were firmly place on the teen, watching his every move, every subtle gesture he made. She smiled, recognizing the certain uniqueness that the boy possessed.
…
The song ended as quickly as it began. The kids applauded very loudly, as the animatronics bowed, and walked off stage to proceed with their normal duties: Freddy was in charge of security and to make sure that no one got into any of the rooms that was closed off to the general public. Toy Chica had to help Chica out with her job as a waitress, and lastly, Blu was supposed to be wiping the down the old tables.
Keyword: Was.
Blu found herself walking towards the Marionette and the boy, a mischievous smile plastered on her face as she finally arrived at the table. Marionette and Mike was too engaged in their conversation to notice Blu, which caused her to clear her throat rather abruptly, causing the duo to look up at her. Blu smiled at them, more particularly Mike.
Marionette noticed this and smirked, crossing her black and white stripped stocking covered legs over the other. "Hello, Blu~" she sang, happy to see the blue bunny envious at the conversation she was having with teenage boy. "What brings you to our table?"
Blu gave her a fake smile, and replied, "Well, the gang and I just finished our new song tonight, so I'm free for the rest of the evening." She looked down at Mike, giving him a small smile with a mixture of bedroom eyes to charm him. "And I would love to spend more time with one of my loyal customers." She extended her hand out to Mike for him to shake.
He shook her hand. "Mike Schmidt," he greeted. "Nice to meet you."
Still shaking his hand, she replied, "Blu…Blu Bunny. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Mike thought Blu had the prettiest eyes he'd ever seen. They were oh so bright and green, and very glossy. He didn't know if that was because they were made out of glass, or because it matched her baby blue hair, but in either scenario he couldn't help staring at them.
Blu couldn't help admiring Mike as well; he had such a beautiful smile that matched the gentle aura he gave off. Even the way he talked was very gentle and soft; almost nonhuman-like.
The two stayed in a state of thought for a moment until…
"Ahem," Marionette cleared her throat, earning an apologetic look from Mike, but not one from Blu, who glared at her. "I believe you wanted to ask me a question, Mike."
Mike ran his finger through his hair, trying to remember what he wanted to ask. He snapped his fingers once he remembered. "Oh, I wanted to ask you why Bonnie is out of order. My little sister really wanted to meet her."
Both Blu and Marionette frowned at the question, giving each other a strange look before Blu sighed. "A year ago, a someone came late into the pizzeria. We were in sleep mode when this all happened, mind you, so we didn't know what was going on at the time." Blu looked down at the ground with a mixture of anger and helplessness. "Once we woke up, we saw Bonnie lying face down on the ground, her circuits were fried, and just to make it even worse her face was forcefully sawed-off, and her voice box was stolen, so she couldn't speak. The whole place was just a completely mess. We went to the office phone to call Elizabeth, but the guy must've cut the phone-line. After that, we had to close down the pizzeria for two months, and had to get a lot of loans from local banks just so this place could be rebuilt from the inside, but we still had a lot of debt at the time."
"Due to our immense debt, we had to make a lot of sacrifices," Marionette added. "And one of those sacrifices were not hiring a mechanic to fix Bonnie's face and install a new voice box, since the cost would be too high for us to afford."
Mike just sat there, unable to think of what to say next. "Aren't you and Bonnie sisters? It must've been pretty rough for the two of you." sympathized Mike.
"Yeah, she's my older sister; very tall, and beautiful…not as beautiful as I, but she was still beautiful," she joked, easing the tension in the conversation.
"And that's why the pizzeria really wants a nightguard?"
Blu nodded. "We don't want a repeat of what happen a few years ago, so getting one is very crucial." Her ears perked up slightly. "Are you the soon-to-be-night guard?"
"Yeah. Hopefully, I can start my shift tonight."
She nodded. "Well, let me just say that I'm happy to have you here at Freddy's," she said, gently patting Mike on the back. "Welcome to the family."
Marionette smiled, getting up from her seat, "I'm going to go to the office and talk to Elizabeth about getting you your paperwork, so I'll see you later," she said, walking towards the office, leaving Mike and Blu alone at the table.
Mike gave her smile and a small wave goodbye before looking over at Blu, who closed her eyes and yawned. "She seems excited," she commented.
Mike gave her a curious look. "What do you mean?"
Blu opened her left eye at him, as if saying "really?" She opened both eyes when she saw that Mike was still oblivious about what she meant. "You actually don't know, do you?" she asked, turning her body in the seat towards Mike who did the same.
Mike shook his head. "No," he replied. "She pretty normal to me."
Blu sighed, looking down at her lap, and muttering, "Humans ae oblivious to common sense." She faced Mike again. "Mike, we've been in the pizzeria for exactly seventy-five years. We perform for a bunch of— "She looked over at a chubby little boy eating a slice of pizza in a very sloppy manner with snot running down his nose and onto the pizza. She shivered in disgust. "—Snotty-nosed kids. We hardly talk to mature adults or teens, since a lot of them can be self-centered. And after a while, it begins to make you feel like there is nothing more to life except this."
Mike nodded in agreeance. "That must be tough, especially not having a few people to talk to. When I was little I thought that you guys had no emotions."
Blu placed her palm over her mouth, laughing at Mike's question. He furrowed her eyebrows at her. "What? What's so funny?"
Blu's burst of laughter turned into to smalls chuckles. "Do you know how many times kids and adults alike would say that?" Once she recovered from her chuckling, she added, "We have feelings, too, Mike." She scooted closer to him, causing the young teen to blush when their shoulders touched one another. "Here, pinch my cheek."
Mike hesitated before he did as he was told, lightly grazing her cheek to find it very soft and human-like. Then, Mike softly pinched her cheek, ignoring the teasing smile Blu had plastered on her face. Mike held her cheek for a moment before pulling it back. Not to long after Mike pulled back, Blu's cheek tinted a light pink before returning back to its original baby-blue color.
Mike stared at her with fascination before Blu said, "Yes, Mike, I can blush." She smiled at his still childlike expression. "We can blush, feel pain, and cry, but we don't. Elizabeth once told that happy animatronics equals better business."
"Oh," was Mike's only reply.
Blu's expression turned into a curious one. "You said you thought we were unemotional when you were little, correct? Who made you stop thinking that?"
Mike casted his gaze towards the concert stage, remembering a certain animatronic that taught him to realize that love exist in everyone. He sighed. "No one in particular."
Blu stared at him for a moment, fully knowing that he had some correlation between one of the animatronics on stage, but for the sake of the pizzeria and its inhabitants she didn't question him any further. "You're really mysterious, Mike." She smiled. "I like it." She stood up, stretching her arms up as she did so before looking at him with an enthusiastic smile. "Wanna go meet Bonnie?"
"Are you sure that I'm allowed to? Mrs. Elizabeth didn't even say that I'm hired yet." Mike explained.
Blu rolled her eyes. "I know, that's why I want you to meet the rest of the animatronics here, so they can like you, and get to know you a little better. Plus, Bonnie needs some company. It must be pretty lonely staying in the parts and service room all by herself." She yanked on Mike's arm, urging for him to follow her to the parts and service room. "Now stop being a coward and come on!"
Mike, still being dragged by Blu, sighed. "Alright, alright. I'm coming."
The two walked towards the parts and service room. Every now and then, a child would come towards Blu and ask for an autograph. Mike would hear Blu muttering a curse word under her breath before putting on a fake smile, and signing their notebook. Once they would continue their walk Mike would laugh at Blu's short-temperedness. She would laugh as well.
"So why is Bonnie in the parts and service room?" Mike asked.
Blu crossed her arms over her chest. "Well, when she first got her face torn off she started to seclude herself. First to the kids, then it escalated to the point where she is afraid to be around us, too," she replied. "I still don't understand why."
Mike though about it for a second. "Not to sound rude, but I think she confines herself because she doesn't want you guys to remember what happen that night. She's doing it for the sake of pizzeria. It's kind of like doing the wrong thing for the right reason, so to speak." He looked over at Blu, who looked at him in bewilderment. "But don't take my word for it," he added quickly, hoping not to offend the blue rabbit animatronic.
Blu frowned in thought, thinking more about what Mike said, taking it into consideration. "Hmm~ I never really thought about it that way."
The duo finally reached the parts and service room. Blu took an old silver key out of her dress pocket and inserted it inside, twisting it to the right slightly, causing the door to unlock. Blu opened the door, and they both entered inside.
The only thing Mike could see was darkness all around. Not even a single trace of light could be seen in the whole room.
"I barely can see anything in here," Mike commented.
Blu chuckled. "Yeah, I should've turned on the light switch before telling you to come inside," she replied. "Stay here while I find where the light switch."
"How can you even see?"
Blu smirked. "Night vision."
"The perks of an animatronic…" Mike laughed. "I'm kind of jealous."
"Well, there's more flaws than perks when you're an animatronic, trust me on that." She turned towards him. "There should be a light switch somewhere around—" She suddenly paused. "Oh, hi, Bonnie!" she greeted, looking slightly above Mike.
Mike furrowed his eyebrows at the direction of her voice. He turned around, and questioned, "Where? I don't see her any—" He looked up to see a small pair of crimson dots staring down on him.
He unleashed a high-pitched scream, jumping back, almost causing both him and Blu to fall, but thankfully, Bonnie's long arms were able to support him both.
Blu gave Bonnie a grateful smile. "Thanks, sis."
Bonnie nodded at Blu as a form of "Your welcome" before staring deeply into Mike's eyes. Blu then nudged Mike forward until he and Bonnie were only a few inches away from each other. She was significantly taller than Mike by at least two feet. "Um, hi…Bonnie," he greeted, extending his hand out for her to shake.
Bonnie slowly move his arm out of the way. Bonnie then leaned down towards Mike, staring into his hazel eyes before cupping his face to get a better look at his facial features.
Mike shivered in her cold grasp. "Um…"
After what seemed like forever, Blu stepped in and said, "He's not the one, sis." Bonnie turned her head back to Blu, still cupping Mike's face. Blu shook her head. "I don't think that he's ever coming back to pizzeria."
Bonnie looked back at Mike before removing her hands rom his face, and ruffling his hair. "Hey, stop that," he complained half-heartedly.
Bonnie stopped ruffling his hair and grabbed his hand, as she led him and Blu to the corner of the room where a small light switch hung on the wall. Bonnie flipped the switch.
There was a short buzzing noise that was heard inside of the room, then a dull light lit the room up, revealing Bonnie's features. She had two long purple bunny ears that matched her short, wild purple hair. Her paws were covered with purple fur that ran all the way up to her elbow, and a small fluffy bunny tail. Like Blu had mentioned Bonnie's face was forcefully ripped off, exposing her endoskeleton, which was bombarded with wires and gears. She wore tight black dress pants with a white button-up shirt, a purple sweater-vest, and purple bowtie. She had a voluptuous with beautiful curves. Mike, embarrassed by her beauty, turned towards a large box filled with various metals.
He pointed at the box. "I'm guessing that's all of the extra parts for you guys," he guessed.
Blu looked over at the box, then at Mike and replied, "It is, indeed. The staff keeps them there so if we break we can easily have them replace the broken parts with the good ones."
"Is Bonnie's face among the parts?" The mention of her name caused Bonnie to stop scratching her ear and look at Mike with a curious expression.
Blu nodded. "Yeah. And a voice box for her as well, but the manager doesn't have enough money to hire a mechanic…so until we can save enough money to do so, Bonnie might have to stay like this for a while."
"Debt?" Mike question with distaste. "How did a pizzeria this popular end up in debt?"
Blu frowned and turned towards Bonnie, who stared at the floor, like something was upsetting her. Mike felt the tension in the room and asked, "What's wrong?"
Blu gave him a weak smile. "We'll explain it to you later, okay?"
Mike nodded, feeling bad for asking a question that made them feel uncomfortable.
There was a long moment of silence before Mike suggested quietly, "I could repair Bonnie, if you want me to." Blu and Bonnie turned to Mike, making him blush, and averting his eyes from theirs. "My friend and I took a course on technology and engineering, so I was taught to fix stuff like cars and computers, which is really confusing sometimes since there are so many parts in a car…But Bonnie should be a piece of cake for me."
Blu ran up to him. "You mean you can actually fix her?" Mike shyly nodded. "That's great," she exclaimed, throwing her arms around his neck, jumping up and down excitedly. Bonnie walked up to him, softly pulled Blu away from Mike. Bonnie stared into Mike's eyes before picking him up, throwing him up in the air with ease. After doing this for a while, she lowered him to the ground, wrapped her arms around Mike's hips, and pulled him in towards her, squeezing him tightly.
Mike felt the urge to pull away as he felt her breast pressing up against his chest, but he looked over Bonnie's shoulder at Blu, who had her hands clasped together, happy at the thought of Bonnie being fixed. Mike made a small smile, and wrapped his arms around Bonnie's taller frame.
After a moment, they pulled away. Bonnie's ears formed an arch in the form of a heart. Mike couldn't help laughing at her little display of affection, blushing a light pink.
Blu laughed. "It seems that my older sister has taken a strong liking to you," Blu commented. "Well, Mike, I'll leave you to repair Bonnie while I go by Pirate's Cove." She turned on her heel, walking out of the room, calling out, "Call me when you're finished!"
Blu was in front of Pirate's Cove, staring at the purple curtains with anxiousness. She looked left and right to confirm if anyone was around. Luckily, there was no one in sight. She smiled, and pushed the curtains back, walking inside.
It was pitch black inside, but with the help of Blu's night vision she was able to see a small fox-like girl lying on the floor, curled up in a protective ball, her tail shielding her from the coldness of the room.
Blu smiled before walking towards the girl, saying…
"Good Evening, Foxy."
To be continued…
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Author Announcement: I'm really sorry for the wait; it kinda takes awhile to plan out the story, and rewrite, but I hope you are enjoying the rewrite. Chapters will usually happen within a week or two.
