The blue, nervous bunny walked down the hallway. She poked her head in the room where the
nightguard sat, but as usual, had the door slammed in her face. She pouted. All she had wanted was
to say hi. It got lonely around Freddy's place. Chica was always off doing her own thing, Freddy was
simply unapproachable, and Foxy... Bon Bon sighed. He was dreamy, but she knew in her heart he
was way out of her league.
"Hi, Bon Bon." came a voice behind her. She jumped and swung around. Speak of the pirate!
There he was, suave and smiling at her.
"Um... hello, Foxy." she uttered softly. Her shyness always got worse when he was around.
"Whatcha doing?" he asked quickly. She smiled, tucking a lock of blue hair behind her normal ear.
"Um..."
He was always impatient and quick to change subjects. The poor lad had almost gone mad after years
of being locked up in the pizzeria. She did well on her own, but he had always been shunned.
It wasn't good for him.
"I was just trying to say hi to the nightguard." she related. He nodded understandingly.
"That darn nightguard.. He's always flashing me with that stupid flashlight. One day I'm gonna kill him,
for real."
She looked up. He had a fiery look in his normal eye-one of vengeance.
"M-maybe I could help you!" she said. He raised his eyebrows.
"I thought you always worked with Freddy and Chica." he said thoughtfully.
Bonnie looked down at her feet.
"I normally do, but- I don't think Freddy would mind if I helped you out."
He grinned.
"Ay, sounds like a plan. You'll need to be faster than that, though, if you want ta catch the
bastard. I think you need a bit of training."
She smiled happily.
"I'd love that, Foxy!"
-
When she had agreed earlier, Bon Bon didn't expect to be running laps down the hallway. It was a bit
amusing- every time her footsteps sounded down the hall, the night guards door would slam shut-
even though she wasn't trying to barge in.
He must be paranoid. she thought to herself.
"Keep at it. You're building up speed, matey!" Foxy encouraged. She panted, a bit sweaty.
It wasn't speed she worried about. She felt like her stamina was shot. She was used to
quickly moving from place to place, and knew her way around the pizzeria very well. But sprinting was not her forte.
"One more try." Foxy said, egging her on. "Your record is 9 seconds- still a bit slow if you aim
to burst into the control room without getting the door. Trust me, I know all about that."
She nodded. Starting at the line he had drawn on the floor, she readied her sprint.
"Good luck!" he said, leaning right next to her ear. She felt her cheeks flush red, and her temperature rise.
As if her whole body was on fire, she took off in one second flat, reaching the doors and bursting through in one go.
Skidding to a halt, she realized where she was. The control room!
She looked and saw the night guard sitting there, staring at her in shock.
She blinked. Then she took a deep breath.
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
