{Bonnie's P.O.V}
I grin as I finish the song And begin the next which is titled "I'm still here". Wait... That title... I play the song. I run a hand through my hair. I remember one small bit of information. Triggered by the song. I am-was- Bonnie Leterrix. An seventeen year old boy but that's it. A name and age. I sigh and shake my head and play my broken guitar. Maybe I should try a little harder to fix it or find one that isn't broken. I get up and walk to the backstage room, or whatever it was called. I walk in and instantly look for anything to fix my guitar or, if luck favors me, find a replacement. Ah hah! Luck is on my side! I pick up a guitar that looks like my busted one but just a little grimy. I grab a few thing and tend to the instrument, cleaning and polishing it with tender hands. After I finish, I inspect it closely. I nod and place the strap around me and let it rest on my back. I get up and go to the kitchen, where everyone's waiting. I throw open the doors.
"The party has arrived!" I say.
"'Bout time, Lad!" Foxy says.
"Finally, SOMEONE gets me!" I laugh.
{Normal P.O.V}
The night is filled with laughter. Freddy snuck out of the room and walked around. Bonnie's crying from before had sparked plenty of memories. All of a purple haired boy around sixteen. To Freddy, the mystery boy looks alot like Bonnie. Freddy sighs and clings to the memories. As if in reaction, even more memories flow into Freddy's mind, causing him to freeze. Bonnie comes out of the kitchen with a bowl of stew in his hand and notices Freddy. The purple bunny walks up to Freddy and waves a hand in front of his face.
"Freeeeddyyyyy. Anybody home?" Bonnie calls. After no response, Bonnie picks up the spoon and shoves it in Freddy's agape mouth.
{Freddy's P.O.V}
I look down on Bonnie. He has a bowl of something in his hand, a spoon in his other. Soup? Hm, It's good. I wonder who made it.
"About time! You where pretty out there." Bonnie says, taking the spoon out of my mouth.
"Awww~! I knew it~! You two have a secret love!" Chica chimes from the kitchen door. Bonnie goes red.
"I-it's not like that, c-Chica! I swear! F-f-Freddy was only spaced out..." Bonnie mutters Now I'm sure, Bonnie and the mystery boy are the same. Their hair, their stutter, everything. Bonnie is the same boy from my life as a human. I pat Bonnie's shoulder.
"He's right, Chica." I can't tell them yet. They need to find out on their own. "I was spacing out. I'm sorry."
"If you say so, Fred." Chicadira, yes, I remember my friends and brother as well, says and retreats to the kitchen. I pull Bonnie to the stage and sit down. I sit down, taking him with me.
"sorry, Bon." I say. Bonnie yet again shove the spoon in my mouth.
"Don't start that, Freddy. Ju-just eat the dang soup." Bonnie mutters, his face a light pink. I take the spoon from him and we start talking as I eat this fantastic soup that I find out Bonnie had made. Just as amazing in death as in life. That's my Bonnie Leterrix sitting in front of I hope he remembers our days together.
