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They'd had everything all set up and in place by night fall. The toy band was in an area for the smaller kids, Marion and Nettle were in the prize corner (Nettle had hidden in his box at the sight of the larger animatron), Foxy and Mangle in the cove, the originals on the main stage, and Balloon Boy by the door. As they locked up for the night, all of them going home and getting ready for the opening the next day, nettle peeked out, watching worriedly. He didn't want to be alone, not with the same animatronics that never believed him and treated him like a child (regardless of how he acted). He could hear them starting to move around outside, and he just curled up in a corner, hoping no one would open the box.
But he never got what he wanted, apparently.
The top was lifted, letting in the dim lights of the prize corner, and he was exposed to the eyes of the people he'd wanted to avoid the most. Toy Bonnie stood there and was helping Marion move the top. When they turned back, he'd curled himself into a ball to make himself as small as possible. Marion reached a hand out, picking him up by the back of his shirt, lifting him out of the box like he used to. He wasn't set on the floor though; No, he was pulled into the other's chest and held there. He didn't move, he was afraid that if he did, he'd be yelled at or something. He remembered the anger in Marion's eyes the night they fought last, and he didn't really know what else to do besides sit there. Nettle felt a slight wetness and heard a 'plip' as something landed on his head. Bringing his head up, he stared in shock at Marion, who's face was red and pained, tears falling freely.
"Yuh-yuh-you're all ruh-right... I'm suh-suh-sorry!" Nettle stared up at him in shock, eyes flipping through emotion before settling on an almost alarmed response.
Marion was crying. MARION was CRYING.
Marion never cried. Ever. He was usually drying the smaller's face from a bout of tears.
Yet here he was, blubbering like a lost child to their parents, apologizing for things the other had no recollection of. He kept saying he was sorry for leaving him alone, for letting him get hurt, for letting him be treated like he was.
"Uh-wha-Marion, are you okay?!" He asked, writhing around until he could grab his face and stare at him, brow furrowed to show his worry. The other stared before a new set of tears began falling, and he was crushed harder against the large chest (Being five feet tall and getting crushed by your seven foot counter part was kinda awkward). The other didn't let him go, no matter what he said. Then came a phrase Nettle hadn't expected.
"I thought you were dead..."
He froze, eyes wide in confusion.
"What?" Marion pulled him away and set him on the ground. He leaned over the edge, rubbing at his eye.
"You-you don't remember?" Nettle made a face, brow drawing together as his eyes switched to question marks.
"Remember what?" Bonnie and Marion looked at each other.
"Hon," Bonnie started, the blue rabbit kneeling down to his level, "We found you ripped apart in the storage room. Don't you remember anything?"
Nettle looked between them, not quite understanding. Ripped apart? But he was standing here in one piece. It had to have been only a few days since he fight, why were they looking at him like it had been longer?
"But..."
"But what?"
"It's only been about four days, right? Cause we moved restaurants, so it had to have been only a few days..." Marion and Bonnie looked at each other, then back to nettle, who was looking at himself; He couldn't see any evidence that he'd been torn up or destroyed. He felt the same, maybe a bit more functional than before, but the same. He looked like he always had.
"Nettle... Nettle what day is it?" He looked at Marion, tilting his head.
"August Eighth..."
"And the year?"
"1987?" Bonnie and Marion shared a look before nodding. He didn't remember anything from after running away after their last fight. Bonnie turned him to look at him, Nettle staring confused. He took a deep breath.
"Nettle," He started, "It's January tenth," He paused, taking a moment for that to sink in, "The year...the year is 2007."
Nettle looked between them, making a face, "W-what? No way, that's not true! It can't be!"
"Nettle," Marion said, getting his attention, "It's been twenty years."
"Twenty..." He stared with big eyes, looking at him, voice a whisper, "Twenty...years?" Bonnie nodded, staying close in case he passed out or something.
"It's been twenty years, Nettle. We've been out of commission for twenty years," Bonnie said, keeping a hand on his shoulder, "YOU'VE been out of commission for twenty years." Nettle stared at them with big eyes, mulling over what he'd just been told.
It couldn't be... It had to have been only a few days, a week at most-
But it made SENSE. They looked so new, they looked so... redone.
Nettle stumbled away, feeling like a sudden case of vertigo had hit him full force. He hit the ground on his back, laying there as everything fell into place. They looked so new, he felt more advanced, repaired, they were at a different place, everyone was here...
His world had just come crashing down; He'd been out of commission for so long, but he didn't know why. Or how. Or when he'd went out of commission. Were there any of the children he used to care for when he was in commission still around? Were they all grown up? Were they alright?
"Come play with us!"
Nettle's eyes ended up closing and he felt darkness wash over him like a blanket.
