A/N- AAAND HERE IT IS! Welcome to our Purgatory, the story and legacy of Mike Shmidt, before and after meeting his grizzly fate... Please, R & R, anything helps!
Bonnie turned on, his first sensation being the relief in his circuits from his joints becoming freed up as the clock struck midnight. He swiftly observed his surroundings, his maroon eyes hungrily taking in the scenery as he remembered his location: Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Taking in the aroma of pizza, soda pop, and the sour odor of decay almost unnoticeable to anyone who's nose wasn't sensitive, Bonnie frowned, deep in contemplation. The animatron turned, seeing his... friends... power on, as a small click drew his attention to a wall mounted camera.
Not like he cared. All Bonnie was really interested in was moving his now stiff joints, otherwise, his servoes would lock up. 'I hate how we sit up here, on display like trophies, and only during the night are we free to roam, cast away from the human interaction we crave.' He sulked within the regions of his mind. The purple rabbit shut his eyes, deep in thought for what seemed only like a few minutes, but when Bonnie had finally had returned to reality, it was a quarter past four. Deciding to roam the halls he knew so well, Bonnie set down his guitar, and stepped out into the dining area.
Where to go from here? There was many possibilities, such as backstage, west hall, or he could fool around in the kitchen. after wrestling with it for a few minutes, he decided backstage would suit his boredom best. Bonnie took a few strides across the dining area, nimbly avoiding the decorated tables and chairs. He pushed open the hinged door, which slid open noiselessly in his wake.
Once he had entered, the animatronic bunny took in his surroundings swiftly. The endoskeleton sat on the table, costume heads lined the wall, all of which was normal. The only new things were a new suit, one of a falcon Bonnie guessed, and a turquoise and purple present box set in the corner. Bonnie took an unintentional step back, fear overwhelming him at the realization of what that box housed, the evils that slumbered within.
Whilst giving the box a wide berth, he had bumped into the camera. The bunny frowned, turning to look into the camera, endoskeleton eyes shown to get a better look at the camera. Since all of the cameras were connected in a circuit, damaging one affected them all. Bonnie leaned close to the camera, inspecting it.