A/N: Meh. I haven't posted anything for almost a month. Why? Because I was at my grandmother's house who lived THREE FRICKIN' STATES AWAY! Sorry. I guess I just decided to let my frustration out on the internet. So, I'm guessing you've seen the title of the chapter, yes? Probably wondering why it isn't day 3. I have a perfectly good reason for that in the story below this and the disclaimer.
Disclaimer: Pretty sure Scott wouldn't be on this site. But nevertheless I don't own FNAF. Or any animes mentioned in this.
Author's POV(yes this a thing now. Shush!)
The pizzeria was quiet. Like it had been all day. Until now.
"I AM DONE WITH LIFE! I AM DONE!"
This loud shout had come from no other then Gene, one of the new night guards. Why is she screaming bloody murder exactly? She didn't get what she wanted. Earlier in the day Gene and her buddy Speckle had come to the kid friendly place to speak with its manager, Periwinkle. Upon learning that the location had closed Gene decided to call Periwinkle. This resulted in nothing but more than two dozen answering machines responding to her. Finally she had decided to go and sulk in her bedroom watching the anime she had grown up with over and over again.
Soon her shift had come. So when they got here she immediately stormed into the office, taken a seat, and played her head down on the desk yelling how life was unfair and that she was done with it. Speckle had managed to calm down her rather frustrated friend by the time that Chica came to the office with Foxy tagging along. Gene had then decided to watch some anime grabbing the attention of the two younger occupants who had bugged her two let them watch with her. This is were we get to the present.
It was now 3:00 and Gene, Chica, and Foxy were currently watching the first episode of Ouran High School Host Club on her IPad. She had turned the audio to the original Japanese version and turned the subtitles off while translating what the characters were saying. As for Speckle she decided to watch the cameras seeing as Gene had temporarily abandoned her position. The cameras were focused on the Dining area and as Speckle turned to get a glimpse of what was happening in the show the monitor turned to static before the video feed became clear again. Speckle had turned her attention back to the monitor only to GASP at what she saw.
The Bonnie suit was still in that area alright. But what made her gasp was that the front of the animatronic was leaning against a table with the back of it opened. "Uh, guys?" Speckle had remained unnoticed as the others were too absorbed watching one of the characters finally finding out that the main character was a she and not a he.
"Guys..."
They still didn't pay any attention to her. Speckle just started to get irritated by now.
"GUYS!"
Her loud voice had finally gotten their attention, although in a way she didn't imagine. Since they were so engrossed by the reverse trap animation they each had different reactions. Foxy's tail had actually puffed out and he ran to hide under the table, Chica had grabbed the first thing she saw-which was Gene's arm-and squeezed it tight, and Gene had drop her iPad though it remained unharmed. After they had realized it was Speckle who bruoght them back to reality Foxy had come from under the table while Chica had listened her grip and let go.
"S-Speckle if you d-don't mind me asking but, w-why did you scr-scream like that?" Foxy had ask stuttering his way through the sentence(which all the girls thought was adorable).
"I'm glad you asked that Foxy," Speckle had said with a small smile. "It seems that Bonnie-was it Bonnie? Yeah it was. Anyway your Bonnie managed to get of stage and opened up his backside. Care to explain?" Speckle's smile had widened. But it wasn't giving off a pleasant aura. It was a 'tell-me-or-you-die' aura. The two young children gulped before looking at each other. Foxy had elbowed the taller girl slightly. Chica gave him a dirty look before looking back at Speckle. She gulped feeling her mouth go dry before speaking up.
"W-well you see, ah, we sorta live in those suits, for lack of a better description."
Speckle quirked an eyebrow. "Really? Go on."
"You see, when the pizzeria is opened we hide in the suits. Without us the suits wouldn't stand straight and would fall over. So we stay in them. Periwinkle was too cheap to buy endoskeletons to make them work. And me, Foxy, and the others are the only ones who can be in them. Anybody else and they would die. And yes, before you ask, there are more of us. You already know me and Foxy. But we also have Bonnie, Freddy, Golden Freddy who we usually call Goldie, and then there's Marionette, Mari for short. We haven't seen Mari in a while so you probably won't see her anytime soon. Anymore questions?"
Speckle had a thoughtful look on her face. "Nope. That's all. Except for one."
Foxy decided to speak up again. "And w-what would the be?"
"Where the heck did Gene go."
Gene's POV
When Speckle had got the 'tell-me-or-you-die' aura I decided to leave for two reasons. One: I didn't want to deal with that weird vibe, and two: I got annoyed by the fact that Chica and Foxy were watching this stuff with me. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against them. It just, you try translating something to someone without actually saying what that thing your translating says. Then you'll understand my pain.
So, in order to watch my shows in piece I decided to go to the one place that I had learned was sound proof: the Supply Closet. Sound could get in, but it couldn't get out. Perfect. Once I had found it I quietly closed the door behind me so no would hear it creak. Then I sat on the floor, opened up Netflix, and check the time. 4:00. Perfect. Just enough time for me to watch the next episode of Ouran. I didn't bother to plug in my head phones and instead turned the volume up loud. As soon as the theme started to play I started to sing along.
Kiss, Kiss fall in love!
Hey, hey, hey!
I see you come, I watch you go
You never seem to leave me though
As I was singing I didn't notice someone come into the room,
So is this love or hate
We'll see you're making me crazy
Inside my dreams your all I see
Well all I see is you and me
Sit beside me,
Lady, maybe, or host
I find I really don't mind
And sing with me.
If I had to choose a rose
In this garden of romance
Maybe we could take this chance
Maybe your my love!
And I would like to find
A hand like yours to take mine
And with one kiss
We could stop time
And I'd fall in love in love with you
Tomorrow's far away
Let's place our hope in to today
Just you and me
In a beautiful spring
And we'll always fall in love, again
Hey, hey
Maybe your my love!
When we finished singing I looked at the boy and surprisingly didn't feel surprised or scared. I felt curious instead. He looked no older then Chica-probably a year older-and seemed to have a glazed look in his lavender eyes. He wore a dark purple hoodie with rabbit ears on the hood, black ripped jeans, and dark purple converses. He had Purple rabbit ears on top of his head that twitched in every way possible, and a red guitar was resting besides him on the wall.
I didn't know what to say or what to do, but when I followed his gaze he was looking at the IPad screen watching the episode play out. I didn't know why but I got I strange urge to ask him if he liked it. When I did however, it came out not like I wanted it to.
"So, you like watching anime, huh?"
God no. I just asked him something that he probably won't even understand! As I started to have a mental breakdown I was surprised when he answered back one the same language.
"I do. I watch it every now and then if nobody's around. It's actually nice to have another anime fan around."
Huh. So he knows Japanese. Wonder if he knows English.
"You know English?"
The boy then looks at me. The same glazed look is there but with a small spark of...what? Surprise? Confusion? Curiosity?
"If I didn't most of the people hear wouldn't understand me."
I gave a sigh of relief. Even though I know how to speak fluent Japanese it's still a little hard to hold conversation in it. The boy was now staring at the closet door. I felt-at this moment-awkward.
"So...what's your name? Mine is Gene."
The young man looks back at me while I start to get real uncomfortable. He then chuckles lighty. Then laughs. Although it sounded kind of forced it still sounded adorable yet creepy at the same time. Finally he stops having his giggling fit.
"The name's Bonnie. And you don't have to feel afraid. I'm just quiet most of the time. I'm a listener, not a talker."
"Nice to meet you then Bonnie. Say, you don't happen to know what time it is, do you?"
Bonnie's gaze looks up at the ceiling while his young sticks out a little bit. Why does he have to be so cute!? First Chica, then him! I swear I'm going to die if all the adorableness surrounding this area.
"Hmm...it is now-"
Before he could finish his statement the Bell chimed signaling that 6:00 had finally come around. Bonnie stands up, grabs the guitar, and heads for the door. But before he opens it he looks back at me.
"Hey, be careful tomorrow night, okay? I feel like something very bad or very surprising is gonna happen."
I nod showing him that I acknowledge his advice. He has a ghost of a smile appear on his features before he opens the door and heads out. I shortly after him get out and head back to the office. When I get there I see Speckle packing up all her stuff off the floor like she always does. Except for one thing. I struggle to keep myself from laughing at what I see in front off me. Speckle's once brown hair is now coated with different color glitter. She notices my presence and looks at me with a very mad face.
"And just exactly were you in my time of need?"
"Oh my gosh...dude, you look like...HAHAHAHA!"
"Shut up!"
Alright. There. Chapter six is complete.
If your wondering what happened to Speckle's hair, don't ask me. Ask her.
So it's like, almost three 'o clock in the morning so I gotta go to bed. My eyes are already burning.
Don't question that.
DON'T
Also, this is my longest chapter so far. YAY!
Until next time!