Hazardous

Bonnie has a pretty normal day: singing with the Fazband, seeing the smiling faces of children, and then finally going into night roam to guard the pizzeria. But he notices something new on his patrol of the new secret annex on the building. What is with the blue rabbit, and all of the branding of the word "new" on posters on the walls?

Chapter Two: Bonnie further investigates the animatronics, trepidation gripping him.

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Chapter Two: New Animatronics

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As the clock ticked over to twelve, Bonnie did the unusual: he hustled right down to the office at the quickest pace he could on his large purple feet. It was exceedingly rare that he ever had to travel anywhere at any pace above a leisurely but constant stomp, but he could still do it, and got down to the office by the time that the neon-blue clock ticked to 12:05.

Peeking into the office door, he was pleased to find that there were no endoskeletons, active or otherwise, inside the office. A usual mess littered the floor, not bothering Bonnie too much. Not enough that he'd give up a night of checking out the annex, though.

Bonnie went back at a steady trot, quite different than his previous run and usual stomping walk. It was by his estimation that he made it back past the show stage, which was devoid of anyone, by 12:15. Already he could hear the sound of flushing toilets. Chica had always been fascinated by them.

The purple rabbit purposely ignored the posters on the ground, though he didn't avoid to notice them, or the fact that the one of him that he knew and loved had a huge rip in the corner. He hadn't come to panic, after all.

No, Bonnie had the foggiest idea as to why he was taking the second night off in a row from cleaning the storage room at all. Probably he wanted to investigate that annex, see if there was anything worth noting. Maybe I shoulda checked the filing cabinet in the office.

Bonnie opened the door closest to the exit to the main room of the pizzeria and peered in. Total darkness greeted the animatronic rabbit, leaving him unable to see anything. Turning on the hidden lights affixed to either side of his eyes solved that issue.

It turned out that it was just a party room. It looked quite different from the few other times he'd been in there, with a bright banner reading "PARTY TIME" across the ceiling instead of a faded old sign he could have sworn was there before. Maybe his mind was playing tricks on him. The tables were as clean as the janitor bothered making them and party hats, oddly enough, lined the tables. That's funny. Normally they pass them out at parties…

Bonnie narrowed his eyes and put a paw on his chin. Did they? It's been years since 1987…

Shrugging off the minor differences as well as he could, Bonnie closed that door and ambled across the hall, checking the adjacent party room. It was similarly different from how he remembered it, with an entire wall of drawings with curled edges being along the wall. It was just as neat and bright as the other party room, with the exception of a dead cockroach he could see in the corner.

The other party rooms were likewise without much circumstance. One of them had a whole bunch of balloons gathered in the roof, which really got Bonnie thinking. The establishment normally only put balloons out for parties, he was sure of it.

Alright, nothing too iffy there.

Bonnie stomped his way through the narrow hallway to the maze room. It had a large structure in it, where young children would have played. The equipment was considerably newer than a lot of the other stuff at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza; following the death of three children when its predecessor collapsed, Fazbear's faced intense scrutiny by nearby parents and legal professionals alike.

Bonnie sniffled, as if about to cry. Those youngsters had died too young…

The rabbit, his mind now a bit duller from the aggrieving memory, realized fully that there was nothing out of place in that maze room. The ball pit was where it usually was (it probably hadn't been cleaned in years) and the plastic and metal showed no signs of anything.

What had he expected to find in there, an animatronic? Pfft.

His fear still rode on him, but he realized something, clear as day, right then. If he wanted to figure something out about the animatronics, he had to check the Parts and Services room, and maybe even the office.

Bonnie shut his eye lights off as he got out of the maze room. He couldn't get used to that lighting, after all, or it wouldn't seem as bright when he would need it.

He again sped up just a little bit to get past the creepy, conspicuous posters. But then he became eerily aware of every step he took, and his muzzle stretched out into a tight frown. His ears flicked nervously atop his head. A sense of dread came over the rabbit as he came to a complete halt at the Parts and Services room. He'd been in the place before: loads of prototypical endoskeletons and deactivated ones lay around. It was a tense room in the first place, but the thought of what he would find just scared him.

His paw brushed the brass doorknob, but ended up falling limply at his side. What pleasure was there in knowing? Whatever happened, he was sure, no, positive that something bad was going to come of it. Ignorance was bliss, Bonnie was sure, and he'd rather be unprepared for the new animatrons and happy than to be scared and aware.

Upon another consideration… no, that wasn't the case. If Chica was being replaced, he would have at least wanted to know about it.

Bonnie flickered on his eye lights and sighed lengthily, his paw coming to a rest on the door handle. Trepidation gripped him. Something terrible was going to happen. He wanted to run and hide, hide in the corner of the broom closet, and hope for the best.

Yet he had to know. Not only out of morbid curiosity, but to protect his family.

With a long inhale, Bonnie twisted the doorknob, and opened the door and slowly, reluctantly pulled the door open. A long creak filled the quiet hall.

The first thing that Bonnie's light fell upon was the long, artificially-grinning face of the rashy bear.

Bonnie gasped. Had he not been anticipating that very sight, he would have jumped. It was the fact that it was what he was expecting that naturally surprised him.

But another thing became evident to the rabbit: the poster didn't do it justice.

The bear was scary. Its rashes were shining just as brightly as on the poster, but were made worse by the light being emitted from Bonnie. His face looked even more unnatural than it did on the poster, with its crushed in jaw. It looked as if it'd gotten punched in the face, but not even moreso.

The only thing about it that didn't panic the rabbit was the fact that it was shorter than he was by about a head. But even that creeped him out, in the same way that seeing a creepy munchkin would.

His eyes were scanning all three, yes, three animatronics, widening and widening.

It felt like three eyes were boring into him, one pair black, another blue, the harshest of them all green. The blue bunny at the end seemed more like it was staring at him than anything else. His eyes, whenever Bonnie's gaze flitted down to the Chica expy, he immediately had to jump back down to view the clown because he could swear that its eyes blinked at him. Its teeth were even more unnaturally spaced and smashed in than even the bear.

Bonnie, eventually, ignored the other animatronics, despite a crawling feeling inside him that it was a bad idea and instead turned his attention to the plastic-looking blue member of the group. It wasn't just blue; it had a great deal of white that couldn't have all been makeup. Its stomach was smooth-looking and as shiny as the rest of him. He was the tallest of the new animatronics; he was just a bit taller than Bonnie himself.

Every time he tried to scan him over, it felt like he was still being stared at, scrutinized, threatened, even if those animatronics weren't in a free-range mode. Would they be? At the moment he was too anxious to even consider it.

Bonnie gulped again and backed up, still feeling the eyes all on him. Then he promptly ran away, his steps quick and muffled.

It still felt like the eyes were on him, like something were right behind him, even by the time he got all the way back to the show stage. He felt just a tiny bit better as he made it back to the familiar space.

"What's got ya so excited, matey?"

Bonnie jumped badly at the voice, glancing around. He could have sworn that a flash of a blue rabbit occurred in him, a hallucination, before he could certainly tell that it was Foxy the Pirate Fox who'd spoken.

"Foxy! Aren't you supposed to be in… Pirate's Cove?"

"I noticed ya weren't backstage. Wondered where in the seven seas ya coulda gone." He showed his shiny golden teeth in a smile.

It was strange, seeing the fox outside of his curtains. He was most comfortable amongst the golden coins and cardboard cutouts of the ocean. But his thoughts were too strained to register it fully. "I was in the other wing," he got out quickly, pointing towards it with his purple forepaw. His ears stood more erect than ever following the hallucination. The slightest sound of a footstep would send him running.

"Were ya, lad?" The fox scratched his ear with his hooked left hand. "Well, shiver me timbers if ya aren't distressed! What's goin' on, Bonnie boy?" A red-furred arm slung companionably around Bonnie's shoulders. He brought him down on the showstage to have a seat. A smile was across his muzzle, though Bonnie could tell that was just how the vulpine was, smiling like that. He was really worried about him.

Funny thing about Foxy: he had an air about him that just made you want to empty all of your inhibitions to him.

"Well… Chica and I… We explored the annex."

"Go on with it, lad. Yah've been in the south wing, haven'cha?"

"That's what I said… yes, I was there. We saw these posters. Posters of… revamped animatronics. One of them looked like a weird version of Chica, the other she reckons looks like Freddy. It had us pretty nervous, so I ate pizza with her to keep us from panicking."

"Revamped animatrons?" Foxy's plastic golden eyes widened. "Like, they're replacin' us?"

"Maybe… and I just went there, to investigate. I don't know what they are: replacements, just new animatronics, or what. I went into parts and services and saw… well…"

Bonnie got a mental picture of that bunny's green eyes boring into him, and shuddered. Foxy lifted his eye patch and gently said, "Ya saw the animatronics, didn'cha! And now you think we're gonna be replaced?"

Not wholly inaccurate, Bonnie decided. "It felt like they were staring right at me. I just wanted to run and hide." There was a pause. "They weren't in free-range," he added after a bit of thought.

"Aye… Very fishy. The best advice I've for ya, Bonnie, is not to rustle your mussel over it. Take it to Fazbeard and he'll know what's goin' on."

However much Bonnie found hated talking about it, he had to agree. Freddy was the one who was in the know around those parts.

The purple animatronic nodded his affirmation. "I agree. Uh, thanks Foxy."

"No problem lad." Foxy stood up, smiling. It was difficult to determine whether he was really happy or if he was just being amiable. "So, shall we head back up to me cove?"

Bonnie's mouth was an uncertain frown. It'd be good to get talking with Freddy over with, the organized rabbit inside him told him… but at the same time, he didn't exactly want to do anything with it right that moment. The fear was still fresh, and maybe Foxy could tell him about his supposed adventures. Getting his mind off of it seemed like the most appealing choice.

"Sure," Bonnie replied, standing up and forcing a smile. It was genuine, just difficult to pull it with his servos still off the well.

Besides, what was another night?