Bonnie's eyes wearily opened, tired and confused. It felt as if something was pinning him down, pressing him against the wall. He tried to remember, to think, what had happened. His head hurt, aching, he turned his head to his sides, looking at his surroundings. He was in a warehouse, an old, broken down, abandoned-looking warehouse. The gray brick walls were crumbling, boxes were broken and flipped, glass was shattered from the windowsill, and the metal pipes and beams were bent, broken, and all out destroyed. He felt as if he recognized the place, feeling a chill, faint suspicion that he knew where he was, but he couldn't put his mind to it, it faded away before he could even make out the details. He lifted his ears which were drooping down, the pinning feeling has faded and he was ready to try and stand up. He took a deep breath and pushed his back off the wall with his hands. He leaned forward as his legs straightened upward, leaving him standing up straight. He looked around for an exit to the room, wanting to get out, he needed to know where his friends were. He shuffled his way through the room, still very exhausted, yet still not knowing why. His thoughts were scrambled except for one thing, getting out. As he tried to find a way out, he vaguely remembered his friends, what they did, wondering where they could be now. Freddy was the "leader" of their group of friends; he took charge of all of the things they did, not wanting them to screw up and to know what they were doing, not scrambling everything all over the place like fools. But he would always somehow be happy, wanting to do many things, but just never had to time to do so. Charlie, formerly known as Chica, was the only girl, but she fit in nicely. She never acted girly or wanted to be girly, she was herself, which was very different and strange at the time, but she's grown on them. Foxy was there to make them laugh, doing silly things and acting like a child. He was the one that you could pall around with, when you were bored you could just call his name and he'd be ready for anything. But like all people do, they changed over time. Freddy became more strict and not as willing to hangout. Charlie began acting different, getting mood swings every here and there and not relating as much. Foxy was still doing dumb things occasionally but he's become more mature, not acting like a four year old child. Bonnie not realizing he was getting caught up in his thoughts, snapped back into reality and started looking again. He noticed a door, hidden behind boxes, wood, and shelving. He knew that was his way out, and the only way to get to it was to work his way through it. He looked around the room, looking for something to remove the stockade of supplies. He noticed a metal rod bending from one of the support beams; he walked over to it, bending it back and forth until it finally broke off. He looked at his hand, it was dirty from bending the rod, but he didn't mind it. He made his way back to the barricade. He shoved most of the loose objects out of the way, but the shelving and plywood was what he needed to worry about. After he had moved everything he could, he began to use the metal rod as a lever. He put it underneath the large plywood and pushed it down, picking up the plywood before he pushed it out of his way. He repeated the process two more times. When he got to the shelving, he knew he couldn't pick it up or use the rod as a lever. He began to kick the shelf with all his might and used his tenacity to his advantage. The top of the shelf broke after a few moments, allowing him to use the metal rod again. Now that the shelf was only half of what it once was, he used the metal beam as a lever once more and finally unblocked the door.