A/N: Hello...humans... This is my first FNAF story here, so please be gentle...or not. Whatever. It's chill, dude.
If you are familiar with my works of human abominations than note that I am working on the chapters to that other story some of you wanted me to continue with; and thank you for all the support. It truly means the world to me.
Also this is a bit uh, IMPORTANT. This story comes with a bit of a warning. I might change this into a rated M story later on, because I am so afraid of offending some one. See? I do care.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of this... I may have written and came up with the story line and some form of personality to some the characters that lack a personality since you know...those crazy robots. I can say the word 'robots' since I am a robot myself. Bee, Boo, Bop, Bop, Bleep. See? Lols.
I am going to let you go now, to enjoy the story, I mean, don't close out the page or anything... that would be a little mean.
Enjoy.
ONLY ME
Chapter One: Programmed to Love
The moment his eyes came online, he completely understood his purpose. He was programmed to feel only a few selected emotions; joy, satisfaction, and above all else, love.
The moment he laid eyes on them, he loved them; and in return, they, the children, loved him. They were his world, they are the reason that he exists. From day one he was programmed to love them, and only them. It was all he really needed.
He was happy.
He was the perfect children's toy, he was shiny, blue. His eyes, green, and he always had a smile for them, always, because they were his world.
He was happy.
He understood that there were others like him, and he loved them too. Yet he doesn't really remember them. Even though he spoke to them every single day, he was programmed to do so. But he could never remember their names; remember their faces, because he doesn't have a real memory. He doesn't need one, he only has his programming. It was all he need.
Despite having no memory, he still had so much love to give. It was all he could give. It was all he needed to give. Love.
He was happy.
They gave him a name, you know. He knows his name. His name is Bonnie. He loved his name, because it made him real. He loves it when the children remember his name, even though his programmed AI would never register their identity to him. Though the thought that the large cobalt rabbit would forget their faces never crossed the mind of the children, he kept playing music for them. They were happy.
He was happy.
Since Bonnie's programming had no real memory, reality never set in, despite reality staring him in the face. Even in the form of parents, who were talking about him.
"Wow, the animatronics had improved a lot…"
"Yeah, do you remember the old place? I used to go there a lot when I was little"
"I never really gone there, the old robots used to scare me."
"I'm sorry to hear that, I used to love it over there…Hey, do you see the blue rabbit? I heard the guitar he's using came from the original rabbit guy."
"Really? Cool. Like the one rabbit passed the torch"
It never registered in Bonnies AI that he was a simple replacement, that he is not the original Bonnie. That he and his friends were simple copies. Or the reality that he, like the original would eventually be replaced one day, when he came worn down and broken. One day he would be left for scrap. But for now, he was Bonnie.
He was happy.
The moment his eyes came online, the first thing that Bonnie saw was the face of his creator. It's hallowed out eyes, it's carved out smile. He had learned to love that face, because it gave him life.
Looking around he noticed the strange marionette creature give life to the others. He had a vague memory of them; when he used to be just a lifeless machine; only living to please those simple, but puny human creatures.
But Bonnie knew that he was special. His puppet master had given him life first. So he was obviously more superior compared to the others. He had to be.
Looking at his body, he was disgusted to see that it had fallen into decay, his face, for an example, was barely hanging on its hinges. How could be such a superior creature, yet his body lay in shambles? There must be something wrong.
Above his head he noticed a sign that had been taken down, he understood it to be a promotional item. 'NEW AND IMPROVED' it read. Bonnie knew what was going on.
He and the others were replaced. By those…things…That fake Bonnie even stole his precious guitar. How dare that wannabe Bonnie take his place… he understood that the others had been replaced too, but there was something about his replacement, and that smug grin it had, it made a shiver of pure rage go up his spine.
"He will pay…" his first words had gained the others attention, including the puppet masters.
"He will pay dearly…"
End of Chapter
A/N: Thank you for your time. I look forward to seeing you again, friend. Please leave a review if you can, and as always.
Happy Waiting.