My first ever fic so please take it lightly in the reviews. :3
Yes, Bonnie is a girl.
In their eyes.
I stare at the large lavender rabbit standing before me, it stares back. I back into the corner of the office and crouch into a ball as if I could make it disappear, it reaches for me and picks me up by the arm with no effort and lifts me up. I start sobbing, knowing my death approaches me, I don't even bother struggling knowing it would only anger the conscious animatronic.
I close my eyes and start to think about how my life played out. The animatronic speaks to the others but I ignore. I open my eyes as I'm taken into the storage room. This place was full of old Freddy, Bonnie and Chica suits, and an endo-skeleton sat limply on the table, Freddy pushes the skeleton off the table and lifts up a suit, I see my doom in front of me, an empty costume that resembles a fox. I had never seen this animatronic, let alone the suit.
The bear pulls the head off of the suit and I'm taken to it. The rabbit start forcing my legs into the top of the suit, I scream in pain as my left leg snaps and is pushed down to the leg holes spurting blood inside the suit, it forces the rest of my body through, breaking my spine and a couple of ribs, the pain is so much I don't even scream, just small squeaks coming out of my mouth. They then put the mask on top of my head and it is forced down, I try to scream again as my skulls cracks. Then everything goes black.
'Is this it?' I think to myself.
'Is this what death is like?'
I open my eyes and see the animatronics standing before it.
"I'm going to go now, its done we need not do more." Said Bonnie. The others nod and follow. I'm left here. By myself. Never to know what happened. 'So this IS what death is like?…" I think to myself. I close my eyes and drift off. Not knowing if I'm really sleeping.
I wake up sweating, I'm.. in my bed? I look up, and see my dad turned around, staring at the wall. How? he's been dead for years, "d-daddy?" He turns around and I see not my dad but the face of that red fox, it starts speaking in my own voice,
"I'll know the joy of creation,
I'll know the joy of creation,
I'll know the joy of creation" the voice carries on, I block my ears and scream.
I wake up, but really know I'm awake this time, as I'm back in the suit, I felt nothing.
Chica comes in, and closes the door behind her, making sure not to make a sound. She begins to talk in a glitchy feminine voice,
"C'mon, its t-time to get up, your in your new s-s-suit, you'll like it better." She places her hand on mine, I could... feel it? I try to move but my hands only twitch. A grin still forms on her beakless face.
'It's like she knows I was human.' I think to myself.
"I'm assuming by that twitch , that you can still hear me, maybe not see me but you can hear me."
"Chica! Where are you?" a voice calls for her.
"Coming Freddy!" she looks at me again and leaves.
I start thinking about the animatronics, 'will I become one of them? Will my unrested soul possess this suit and enable me to control it? The afterlife. It's the afterlife.'
I look up at the clock and it reads '5:59 am' it clicks to 6:00 am I decide to just sleep the time away today.
I wake up again, and look up at the clock. 12:00, 'I guess that I sleep till 12 like the others, but do they sleep?' as that thought enters my mind Chica comes back into the room and once again closes the door quietly, she looks back at me.
"Look, you need to start talking now Endo, Show me that your listening, please."
I move my head to look at her and the patch covering the suits right eye flicks open. She smiles in delight.
"It may be too soon but, try to move." I listen to her request and lift my right arm up. Slowly but surely, my thumb lifts up high and give her the thumbs up.
She smiles again and quickly leaves the room.
"Seriously come in and look now guys!" I overhear her shouting in glee. She comes back in and following her was Bonnie and Freddy. My hand drops down again and I relax, just doing that made me feel tired, how am I tired? I'm a robot now, am I? This makes no sense. I feel myself drifting off again. The last thing I hear is
"Quick, pick him up we must do this quickly."
