Bonnie stared at Foxy with confusion written all over his face.
"You don't know what they do to me here. I'm forced to do things. Awful things" he gently reached up and touched the back of his head where Joey slammed his head.
Foxy's ears lowered in concern.
"Buck up, soon I'll get ya out here breathing fresh air again."
Bonnie gave a disheartened smile. He wasn't going to put his hope into this stranger. He already learned that lesson many times.
"Now listen, you keep that small knife with you okay? Don't let anyone see it. I might be gone for a while, but I promise to get you out."
Bonnie nodded, only half believing him.
"Look at me." Foxy said sternly, causing Bonnie to flinch and peak up at him.
Foxy kept a strong gaze down at him.
"I never break a promise, sailor's honor. Now hide it."
With that said, he was gone, leaving Bonnie alone again. The chill from the window had gotten to him again. He wished Joey had given him a blanket or something. When that thought came to mind, Bonnie scoffed. He didn't even want to give him water, there was no way he'd get a blanket.
The moonlight gleamed off the knife, bringing his attention back to it. There was no place for him to hide it. He was chained to the wall and had no clothing to cover it with. He racked his mind, looking around for anywhere to shove his new form of salvation. The chain was short, giving him a short range of motion. It didn't matter anyway, if he was going to hide it, it had to be close to him.
He perked his head up when he heard the rock music shut off. Joey and Tiny must have went to sleep. Thankfully, Freddy didn't come in to check up on him. That gave him the entire night to think of the perfect hiding spot. He took in a deep breath and stood up, looking for a high place to hide it. His balance wobbled a bit as tile underneath him moved from the change of weight. He raised a brow and lifted his paw up, looking down. One of the tiles that he laid on constantly must have finally gotten weak from his constant movement. Kneeling down, the purple rabbit played around with the tile, trying to get the weakened cement around it to give way. Most of it was already crumbled away, but it wasn't enough to lift the tile.
That's when he heard the footsteps coming toward him from the other room. He became frantic, if they caught him with a scalpel, they'll beat him with club irons and take it away from him. The cement surrounding the loose tile was still too strong for him to lift it up, but he was running out of time. The scalpel was his only chance. He stabbed the hardened metal into the soft cement and broke off more of it. The tile became looser under his palm. He could feel it.
The doorknob was already being fiddled with as one of the guards were trying to unlock it, and cursed as the rusted door bolt prevented him from opening it. It bought him just enough time.
"Nick, get the fuck out of my way, I'll open the damn door myself."
Shit. He knew that voice from anywhere. That was the voice of Satan. The doorknob was forcefully cracked to the side, multiple popping noises came from the door as someone was forcing the rusty bolt to move against its wishes. He looked down and saw that his tile was almost free. He shoved his fingers in the free space and lifted it up, breaking off whatever was left holding onto it. The space under it was small, but big enough to conceal what he needed.
That's when the door opened with aggravation. It cracked from stress near the edges and a chunk broke off once it was slammed against the wall. Bonnie's palm slammed flat against the tile, hiding what was so precious to him. Standing there by the door was Freddy Fazbear himself. The most ruthless bear in all of Riftpoint. But to Bonnie, he was considered Satan. Worse than Satan even, for Satan had the small chance of mercy, while this bear did not. Freddy squinted his eyes as he stared over at Bonnie.
"What were you doing just now?" he asked, walking dangerously slow to him. Bonnie's heart nearly exploded from his ribcage.
"I-I was squishing a bug…"
Freddy rose a brow with an unimpressed look on his face as he crouched down to Bonnie's level. His eyes shown no compassion. He looked down at the tile that Bonnie had slammed his hand over before he opened the door and went to touch it, giving it a little wiggle.
He noticed the twitch Bonnie unconsciously did and his stare bored hard in his eyes.
"I don't like it when you lie to me. So tell me. What. Were you doing. Right now." His voice was calm, but held power. It dripped like black thick oil with the slickness of a smooth running engine. Combined with the gaze he gave, Bonnie trembled harder.
"I-it was just a roach…I-I was getting hungry."
Freddy's face turned to an expression of disgust and he looked down at the tile again, giving it another wiggle.
It didn't budge, much to Bonnie's surprise. Apparently the scalpel underneath had made the tile jam again after the pressure Bonnie put over it.
Freddy seemed convinced.
"Joey didn't feed you? That asshat…" he growled.
Freddy stared intently at the wall as silence loomed over them. He was thinking and nothing good ever came after his time spent thinking. Bonnie's eyes darted to the door. He found Tiny there, who gave him a cruel grin. That black wolf couldn't even tell his ass from the hole in the ground, why he was put in charge of guard duty was something Bonnie could never figure out.
"Get up, slut." Freddy finally said, startling Bonnie. "I need coke delivered to Ironclad but there's too much security. I want you as my mule again."
He forced Bonnie to stand by placing his hand underneath his small framed arm and pulled him up. Bonnie frowned. He hated drug mule jobs, there were always sad people who would beat him up thinking they're so smart by stealing the drugs. The truth was they were so coked out of their skull they forgot they paid in advance.
He felt the collar from around his neck fall and he took a step forward but a strong hand held him in place by his shoulder. Bonnie stopped and turned to look back at Freddy. But Freddy wasn't looking at him, he was looking at the marks the collar made when he pulled too hard to grab the scalpel.
Freddy's cruel gaze met with Bonnie again, cold, unwavering, unwelcoming…and fiercely intelligent.
"Get this asshole dressed. I want him decent. He's not going out on my behalf dressed like shit." He said, throwing the small rabbit toward the…very very large wolf.
"Aw, c'mon boss. Let Joey pick out the clothes. He's small like him anyway, they'll get time to talk." He chuckled.
Freddy folded his arms and stared off into space again, looking away from Tiny. The silence was only for a few seconds, but the bullet that was fired was completely unexpected. Freddy skillfully pulled out the gun from his holster in a flash of movement, and fired a round at Tiny. It was a show of dominance and precision. He fired, missing Bonnie by mere inches, and grazed Tiny on his side.
"Don't you ever talk back to me again." His voice dripping with malice. "Because there won't be a next time."
Tiny gave a high pitched yip in pain as he clutched onto the slice he now had on his side. The blood seeped through the gaps in his fingers and he nodded vigorously to his higher ranked.
"Let's go." The large bodied wolf finally said as he dragged Bonnie around with him.
The base was all anyone would expect it to be. Concrete, wood and mildew. The rooms were small and the lights made it hard to tell if it was day or night. Most of the rooms either had boarded up windows or no windows at all. Tiny walked down the concrete hallway and Bonnie glanced into the separate rooms that branched off the hallway.
Most of them had guns by their sides. Rifles and automatic ones. Lots of them had pistols. It always took Bonnie by surprise how many men followed that scumbag bear. As much as Bonnie hated to admit it, Freddy was a genius. He was manipulative, he got you to do things for him without you even realizing it. He had an eye for detail. It was all experience gained from his kind of life. His illegal and undeserved life.
Tiny pushed Bonnie into a room by himself and shut the large wooden door behind him. It couldn't have been more than six feet by six feet. There was only one dresser in that entire stained concrete room with one single lightbulb hanging off a chain on top of him. He sighed, opening the dresser and put on the only clothes that fit his small body. A pair of blue jeans and a grey wife beater. Thank god the others didn't match his size. He didn't want to wear pants with the chance that he could catch herpes from them.
"Alright, time's up" Tiny said from outside. Bonnie stiffened up as he opened the door again, meeting the large dope.
He looked down at his side where he was still holding onto his bleeding gash.
"Um. Tiny? Arent you going to bandage that?" he asked, pointing to the wound.
Tiny sucked his teeth and pushed him harshly down the hall.
"I don't gotta take lip from you. Joey's waiting in the van. Get the hell out of here. And don't try skippin' town! You know what happened to ya last time." He warned the rabbit.
A large metal double door was unlocked and opened for him. The cool breeze hit his face and he took a deep breath. That was something he would always treasure. Being stuck in a building with men that hardly washed their fur or groomed themselves made it a hard place to breath.
That, and the constant fume of smoke, mildew and rotten food.
Yes, fresh air was always something he missed.
A fox popped his head out from the window of the van.
"Damnit Tiny. Aint ya gonna go stop that bleedin'? Ya been shot so many times by other people cant ya learn? I aint always gonna have your back!" he snarled at the wolf.
Tiny rolled his eyes and opened the van, shoving Bonnie in.
"He's your problem now."
Joey scoffed and leaned back in his seat to look at Bonnie.
"You better aint thinkin' a runnin' off. You wont make it past the first block."
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