It was lunch time and the entire pizzeria was crowded. Children with their parents having a good time over a few slices of pizza, in addition to a few slices of homemade cinnamon rolls made by 'MaMa'.
"Now now Jimmy. You can't just run off like that, alright? You might bump into another kid and hurt them" The soothing sound of a certain female animatronic told the little child, who was sniffling. He wiped his tears and nodded.
"Yes Mama Bon! I'm sorry about that!" The child apologized, causing MaMa to sigh and shake her head. She smiled before patting his head.
"Good boy. Now off you go. And don't take off that bandage, alright little mister?" She asked. The kid nodded his tiny head before running off.
Bonnie sighed before shaking her head, smiling a small smile. Kids were hard to handle at times, but it was satisfying to be able to take care of them. At times, she would even wonder how it would feel like to be an actual mother.
Despite being a robot, she did have thoughts and more often that not, it would lead to her thinking about a family. If asked her why, she would only respond, "A girl can dream now, can't she?"
She was still clad in the same outfit; an apron with the same nickname, a small hair and that tied her hair in a neat bun, a pair of jeans and a light blue blouse. It was company protocol that all employees were to look neat, tidy and responded to the company's dress code.
Well, unless you were a robot. If that was the case, you were to wear what would suit you. And in this, Bonnie looked to be a mother. Nothing out of the ordinary, if you were to ask all the customers.
Scratching the back of her head, she walked back to where she came from, the main hall, where she could hear the rest of the kids howling in laughter. Freddy and Foxy must be doing their regular comedy skit about an Englishman and a Pirate working under the same roof.
She passed by a couple of employees, whom were all busy scurrying about. One was carrying a tray full of muffins, whom she guessed was straight from Chica's kitchen. Another was carrying some stuffed toys.
It was the usual busy day.
The usual busy day...
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"...I miss Mike...I hope he's doing alright..." Bonnie thought, her wife-like instincts kicking in. Nevertheless, she shook her head and removed those thoughts. Now was not the time.
"Ahh...Back to more work...Hmm...My guitar isn't here..." Bonnie pouted before walking back to the backstage to take her equipment.
Work work work...
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At least, she thought, I have a reason to be happy once it's late at night.
At least, she thought...
...At least I have a reason to live on...