Bonnie sat alone in the corner of the parts and service room of Freddy Fazbear's pizza. His face was torn off, and so was his arm. Wires were dangling from his body. He did not move. He just sat there depressed. Why? Because he, and all of his friends, had been replaced by the toy animatronics. Chica walked up to him and sat down.

"Are you okay?" Chica asked him.

"Yes, I'm fine." he answered.

"Why do you look so down? Is it because of those toy animatronics?" she asked.

"Yes. I just don't see any reason to replace us. We were perfectly fine. They could have used us for the new restaurant, but no!" Bonnie's eyes started to glow red with anger.

"Bonnie, calm down. The toys are no better than we were. Sure they may be shinier, cuter, neater-" Bonnie glared at Chica. "Oh... I'm not helping, am I?" she asked.

"No, you're not." he said. He turned his imaginary face towards the ground. "Listen, just... just leave me alone and let me be depressed!"

"Depression is not a good thing, you know..." said Chica.

"I know. But maybe letting all my sadness out will make me feel better." said Bonnie.

"Okay then. I will go away, but only until you feel better." Chica said, and then walked away.