Chapter 7

They both retaliated from each other. Toy Bonnie brought her hand up as if she were stopping his words with an added "Excuse me?" dripping with sass. Jax looked confused, his eyebrows furrowed followed by "What?".

Toy Bonnie recovered first, taking a step closer. She did not want to take anymore of this man's crap. She was going to take care of this for her own sake and sanity. "Looky here, Buddy. There's been a lot of rumors in the restaurant and you need to explain yourself," Jax looked at her like she was crazy with her finger pointing towards his chest. "Why does everyone keep telling me you are the purple guy, hm?"

"The purple guy." he replied lamely. "What is this purple guy you speak of?"

"Don't pretend like you don't know what it is. If you've come here for as long as you claim to have, then you should know," he kept staring at her with a look of confusion. She sighed, rolling her eyes. "He's the murderer. The one who killed those kids in the Freddy Fazbear's food chain. "

His eyes sparked as he remembered something, but recovered soon after, crossing his arms in the process. "I am not the purple guy. I would not mercifully kill children. Do I look like I lost my sanity?" he moves his hand up and down his body showing he was fully sane, making Toy Bonnie roll her eyes. "But I do know who did it."

That caught her attention. "What?"

He nodded his head. "Unfortunately, I can't tell you who it is. I have sworn to secrecy."

"You've... oh my gosh. Are you kidding me? How am I supposed to prove anything to anyone?" she ran her hand down her perfectly sculpted face. Glancing at Jax, he seemed to look surprised by something she did. "What?"

"Give me your hand," he didn't wait for an answer, grabbing her hand and inspecting it.

She pulled her hand away as fast as she could. "No. What are you doing? Get away from me."

He looks straight at her. "You run your hand down your face, which would cause some sort of makeup to come off your face if you were a normal person. But, hey. Your hand is perfectly normal, no makeup out of place. My suspision has been verified. Why and how would an animatronic become human and come down here. That is scientifically impossible."

She looks at him with surprise and suspicion written across her face. "How are you able to trust science when you know we are alive? And how the heck are you not surprised that we have souls?"

"That is a good question."

Toy Bonnie raised her eyebrows. "Yeah, and?"

"The only reason why I'm not freaking out like a normal person does is because I'm used to this. I know what happened, but there is nothing I can do about it. The past is the past," he looked almost broken, trying to will himself to let go of something in the past. In that moment, Toy Bonnie felt herself become closer to him in a way she never thought was possible. She almost dropped her suspicion,but what he was saying only brought more.

"What happened in the past?" she whispered

He shook his head. "I don't want to tell you."

"This is getting ridiculous," she mumbled to herself. Turning around, she found herself looking at the stage only to find Bonnie absentmindedly looking at her while playing his guitar. She sighed. She almost wanted everything to go back to normal, but she was too far deep into this mystery to go back. Everything was just too complicated now than it was before. A voice started to say something behind her, making her direct her attention to the voice once again.

"I have family problems. My parents fought all the time when I was young. My father would come home very late at night and hide in his office for days on end. He didn't like his children. I would find happiness going to 'Fredbear's Family Diner' and playing with the kids there. I would walk there with my sister when things were bad at home. She was younger than me, so I had to be the strong one.

"Anyway, one night I was looking through my father's papers when I thought he had left. But, he actually forgot something and came back into his office to find me looking through his paper. The things I saw in there... It was horrible. I could never be like him," Jax took a breath, remembering. "He slammed my head into the ground. All of a sudden, he had a knife and was telling me I would pay for snooping. My mother came into the room and caught him, sending him away.

"That night my sister went to 'Fredbear's Diner' without me. She never came back home."

Toy Bonnie was stunned. She would not have expected that from someone who went to the "club". "I'm so sorry. What happened to her?" she whispered.

"I have no clue. That's why I come here so often. I've done all the research I can on this restaurant and I know so much. But it's still not enough. I've been hoping, praying that one of you hold my sister's soul, but it's so hard to tell with how much the soul can change when handled by the Marionette."

Toy Bonnie recuperates herself from the sadness she had felt before. She was becoming more annoyed by what Jax was saying. He could never not say anything cryptic. "What does that even mean?!"

"You'll find out. I have hope that you could."

She threw her hands up. "Okay, you need to stop telling me this stuff and just let me know what is going on here. I don't want to be left in the dark anymore. It's so cold here when you don't know anything. These hints I keep getting don't make any sense," she takes a deep breath. "I'm sure you have much better things to do than talk to a humatronic that doesn't understand anything in the real world because she's been kept in the dark for all her life. I'm out of here."

She could practically feel steam coming from her ears as she stormed off. No one seemed to notice her outbreak except for the person she was talking to. She was obviously done.

After Toy Chica had run into Toy Bonnie last night after she came back from her trip, she was convinced of one thing: she was insane.

Her sanity level was way lower than usual. Their quick conversation only made her realize that (1) maybe everything they were being told were lies and (2) Toy Bonnie should not have gone down to the "club".

Instead of going to the Pirate's Cove with Foxy and Mangle, she decided to talk to Toy Freddy. She found him in his usual spot; in his room, backstage. It seemed as if he were staring out into space. It was quite creepy in Toy Chica's opinion.

"Hey, Freddy," she said as she walked into the doorway.

Toy Freddy turned towards her, snapping out of whatever he was thinking about. "Oh, hey Chica. Come in. What's on your mind?"

She shut the door behind her. "I wanted to talk to you about Bonnie."

He looked at her with confusion. "Okay. Yeah, sure. What about her?"

"She... her sanity, Freddy. It's not doing well," she was obviously very concerned for her friend.

"What do you mean?"

"You mean you haven't noticed?" he stayed silent, not wanting to admit he hadn't. "She's crazy! I saw the anger in her eyes as she ran down the hall tonight. That's not like her. What did you do to her?"

"Chica, I-I didn't do anything! She seemed fine to me."

"She is not fine! You haven't been paying much attention to the girl you actually care for, have you? Freddy, she's my best friend. I can't let her lose it for some stupid mission you put her on," her voice became extremely sad and broke as she spoke. Looking back at Toy Freddy, she said one last thing before she left.

"It really is Mission Impossible."

Somehow she made it back to the stage. For some reason she was invited once again by stupid Bonnie. Maybe she was the stupid one for coming back.

Walking up the steps to get onto the stage, she ran into a figure. It looked just about the size of a rabbit. But not just any rabbit, a rabbit that plays music on stage for an amount of people with a guitar. That rabbit was none other than Bonnie.

"Hello again," he said, looking at her curiously. She rolled her eyes and continued going up the stairs. "Wait! Where are you going?"

"Out of the shadows where I can actually see how much better I look than you," she replied callously. She did not want to talk to practically a shadow.

Silence drifted down the stairway as she climbed. Approaching the top, she looked around to look for Freddy. There wasn't anyway she would be able to handle him tonight, and frankly, there weren't any bears to be seen. Or chickens for that matter. "It's okay, they are both on stage, cleaning their instruments," Bonnie said from behind her as he appeared from the stairway.

Toy Bonnie turned around to give him a stink eye and crossed her arms. "What do you want?"

"I want to say I am sorry for how Freddy acted yesterday. I really wanted to talk to you and he got all aggressive. Honestly, I've never seen him like that."

"Oh, that's nice. If that's all, I'll just go," she said as she started sidling around Bonnie. He put his arm out, stopping her path.

"Not so fast. Can't you be nice to your counterpart? You could like help us become friends with the Toys."

She gave him a death look. "You think I want that? Do you think Freddy wants that? Or Chica? Or any of the animatronics?"

"Well-"

"No! No we do not! Did you pay any attention to the conversation last night? Freddy wants to start a fight with my people. My friends. I can't 'bond' with them after that."

"Don't you think our creator would've made us the same for a reason?"

That pushed Toy Bonnie off the ledge. She pushed Bonnie against the wall behind him, somehow putting her arm across his neck even though he was taller than her. "Don't you ever say we are the same! We are not the same. We are not the same. We may be the same character, but we are not the same, got it? I could never be like you and you will never be like us."

"Well, at least the owner likes us more," Bonnie did not seemed fazed by her and just said it like it was a casual, every day fact.

"What does that mean?"

He looked at her sympathetically. "Oh. Toy Freddy didn't tell you?"

"Didn't tell me what?" The only thing going through her head was the fact that someone else was keeping something from her. And it was someone she had once trusted.

"Oh boy..."

The door slammed open, disrupting Toy Freddy's thoughts for the second time that night. He angrily looked at the door and found a furious Toy Bonnie stomping up to him. She was still fully human, her face red from anger and rage. She slammed her hand onto the desk in which Toy Freddy sat, making him look at her.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Once again, he was confused. "Tell you what?"

"That we are being thrown out!"

Mangled

I don't have much to say except thank you.

Honestly, Bonnie is my favorite character. Pretty much all of them. But, my all time favorite is Mangled Bonnie, you know the one without his face. I just can't wait to get him in the story *coughs*. I didn't say anything ignore that.

Hope you enjoyed. Until next time.