Chapter 7 (Bonnie)

It was about ten o'clock and Freddy and Chica hadn't shown up yet. Bonnie was getting a little worried that Chica was lost or something, and he didn't really care about Freddy. He was about to try to find her when the curtain rose. He started doing the entertainment animations, while also taking in his surroundings. There wasn't any sound coming from the kitchen, so she couldn't be in there. The children also seemed confused, and they were asking their parents where the other characters where. The staff were also concerned, and were looking around the restaurant trying to find Freddy and Chica. As the day passed, Bonnie and the rest of the staff grew more and more worried. Eventually the day was done, and Bonnie had to be put back on stage. Bonnie at this point was very worried. He hadn't seen hide nor feather of Freddy or Chica, and he was starting to freak out. Then came twelve o'clock PM, and with it Bonnie's determination.

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Bonnie decided not go after skeleton-Mike today. His every limb told him not to, but he decided to break the rules today. Freddy and Chica still hadn't shown up, and he decided to start looking in the kitchen. He made his way down the west hall, glancing back at Pirate's Cove for inspiration. He was about ten feet from the door when he noticed something. A set of yellow-gold footsteps were leading out from the kitchen, down to the security room. They looked as if someone had taken and animatronic's feet, covered the soles with gold paint, and walked out of the kitchen with them. Bonnie thought this was kinda weird, but continued through the doors of the kitchen. What he saw terrified him.

The kitchen was a complete wreck. Normally Chica would put back the pots and pans after she was done rummaging through them, but now they were just scattered around the room willy-nilly. Bonnie could smell something burning, but there was no fire in the room. Parts of the room were covered in the same golden paint, which now seemed more scary than weird. Yellow feathers were scattered everywhere. Bonnie knew Chica was in trouble. Bonnie bent down and picked a feather up off the floor. It was torn and bent, and covered in golden paint. The scent of burnt something had became stronger than before, and now Bonnie could trace it to the oven. Bonnie moved to the oven, scared of what he might find. The smell was like a wall near the oven, a thick fog of burnt. Bonnie felt like he really shouldn't open it, but his curiosity got the better of him, and he opened the oven, a cloud of smoke escaping from the newly opened door. When the smoke cleared, Bonnie looked inside, and wished he hadn't.

The question was "Why isn't Chica anywhere today?" The answer was inside the oven. The oven had been on for a while, and Bonnie could see this from the state of Chica's body. Her body had been partially melted by the oven's heat, and her cheery yellow color had been replaced by a charred black. "No. Nononono. NO!" Bonnie screamed at the top of his voice box, before realizing that he needed to do something. He dragged Chica out of the oven, the heat burning the fur on his hands, yet Bonnie didn't care. All he cared about right now was getting Chica to safety. He pulled her to the checkered wall, leaning her up against it; Bonnie had started to cry tears of oil now.

He leaned over her burned body, hugging it to his chest. A noise caught his attention. It was a mechanical whirring sound, and it was driving him crazy. "Chica…?" Was she still alive? "Please be alive Chica...I need you." Bonnie started to sob, tears dripping down on Chica's chest. Something out of the corner of Bonnie's eye flickered on. Chica's eyes started to glow faintly. "Chica? Chica!" Chica's head slowly turned up to him, her neck clicking and malfunctioning. "H-Hey there-e…" Her voice box stuttered and was filled with static. "Chica! Are you ok?" Bonnie was still over her, his voice filled with sadness. "I'm a-all burnt u-up." Chica winced in pain. "At l-least I get to b-be with you, for a l-little bit...befo-ore I go…" "Chica! You're not going anywhere, just please…stay with me…" Chica chuckled quietly. "No coming b-back from this...not even an e-expert mechanic could fix me…" Bonnie was still crying, his tears had almost covered Chica's chest entirely.

"Don't worry Chica, we'll find someone to fix you, just please hold on!" Chica chuckled again. "I'm gone Bonnie...please just a-accept it…" "NO! You can't be gone yet! We just had everything figured out...please, not yet." Chica twitched a bit, her wires had been almost melted. "I've always w-wondered what was in my h-head... wanna see?" "What are you talking about Chica?" Chica winced again. "I can't m-move my arms...please lift my mask." Bonnie let out an extra long sob, before doing as she asked. The mask came off very easily, and what Bonnie saw was unbelievable.

Sarah came from a family of heavy people. Her dad weighed about three hundred pounds, and she was no exception. It was her birthday today, and she felt like going somewhere fun. That Freddy's place seemed nice, so she decided to go there for her birthday. When she got there the animatronics were doing a song, but they still seemed dead. Her father ordered an extra large pizza, while she decided to go play in the ball pit. She was about to jump in, when she saw someone. He was wearing a Freddy suit, but the coloration was all wrong. It was gold instead of brown, and the bow tie and hat were a deep shade of blue. Then the Golden Freddy beckoned for her to come to a room behind the stage. Sarah followed him, because she heard that Freddy would give children things on their birthdays. She walked into the room, but there was nobody there. She was about to turn around, but a sharp pain in her neck made her suddenly fall asleep.

When she woke up she was in terrible pain. Her entire body cried out in anguish, and the only parts of her she could feel has her head. Everything was black, and she could feel liquid running over her entire body. Her last thoughts before she died were of everything she was going to do that day.

"H-Huh...guess that's who I was…" sarah quietly talked. Bonnie had also seen the memories of Sarah, and he felt affected. The light in Sarah's eyes started to fade. "Sarah please don't go...don't leave me all alone." "S-Sorry...see...you...around...cutey…" Sarah died. "No…" Bonnie cried, and cried, and cried. A burst of deep laughter cut through Bonnie's sorrow. Bonnie knew what he had to do. Suddenly, a scream echoed through the halls. But Bonnie was moving too fast, and he tripped, breaking his mask, leaving only his jaw left intact. Bonnie stopped as memories of who he was rushed his head.

Howard Schmidt was a normal kid. He liked to read books, along with watching movies and various other normal pastimes. One day, his father had gotten a raise, and Howard wanted to celebrate. Howard practically begged his father to go, as he hadn't gone in a while because money was tight around that time. "Sure sport, I would do anything for you." They arrived, and immediately Howard was lost in the pretty colors and enchanting aroma. "You go play, I'm going to go get us a pizza." His father walked off, leaving Bonnie to the vast arcade cabinet. The games were vastly outdated, so not many people were around. He played with those for a while, when suddenly he felt a hand clamp around his mouth. he tried to scream, but all that came out was a muffled whine. The hand dragged him backstage, where a short, sharp, shock placed him into darkness.

He woke up in terrible pain. It felt like he had been stabbed full of a million tiny holes, each one pouring blood copiously. His last thoughts were of his dad.

Howard needed to get to Mike. His dad was probably worried sick, it had been awhile since he had gone. The golden footsteps lead right inside the door of the room, and Howard hoped Freddy hadn't gotten to him before he did. He ran to the security room, and what awaited him was his father, but not how he expected. He was slumped over in the security chair, a large hole in his chest, golden paint radiating around it. Howard ran over to his dying father, and raised his head up. "Dad? Dad are you OK?" Mike looked up, expecting to see his death, but was instead greeted by the face of his son. "Howie...is that you?" Mike looked down to see the rest of Howard's body. "So that's...where you got off too...I'm so glad to get to see you again…" Howard couldn't take another death. "Dad you're not gonna leave me too, are you?" Mike coughed up blood. "Don't see how I'm gonna get out of this one." Howard cried tears out of his animatronic eyes. Mike put a weak smile on his lips. "Howie...look at me. I'm gonna have to go now...but I want to let you know...that I'm finally...happy…" and Mike died. "No...not you too." Howard started to cry again, but heard a deep laugh emanating from the dining room. "Freddy." Howard got up from Mike's body, closing his eyes as he got up. He walked methodically through the halls. His friends, his family, all dead because of Freddy. To Howard, his departed friends were truly his family, they had been through so much together. Their deaths , Howard felt were something to kill about. He walked into the dining room. Freddy stood on stage, dripping with gold paint and grinning from ear to ear. Howard walked to the center of the room.

"Hello. My name is Howard Schmidt. You killed my family. prepare to die." The lights flickered.