So uh, that last chapter... Serious cliffhanger... I'm kinda sorry... But I thought it was the best way to finish that particular chapter. The ending might also give me nightmares ~ I think I can understand why Scott cawthorn had nightmares about Bonnie... Shit he is scary if you write about him right. Anyway, I think the last chapter was shorter... Sorry, but again, thought it was the best place to stop, I'll continue now...

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10~nightmare fuel~

Since Bonnie had become nightmare fuel, deciding to visit every night now in the creepiest way possible. The child had come to learn quite a few things. Bonnie was kinda slow at times and at others, really fast, what that meant was some days, Bonnie literally speed walked into the room while other nights, walked slowly to take his creepy place. Something else was that Bonnie had a tendency to stare directly at you from a slight angle, occasionally while he tilted his head as well. His hands were almost always outstretched and tense in a way, Bonnie was always moving his hands and fingers even if the movement was slight, otherwise he stayed rather still most of the time. Occasionally he would twitch too, sometimes completely Skitzing out for a few seconds. He always returned to staring though, he stared like he was either waiting for something or expecting something. He constantly looked as though he was ready to take that same something, forcefully or not. He almost always looked malevolent and dangerous, the child could not understand Bonnie at all and Bonnie obviously wasn't ready to share his secrets either. foxy still visited and stood around, sitting occasionally and doing the usual, he was still scary but he was comforting compared to Bonnie.

It was hard to tell what time passed these days, the child had been in this endless night for what seemed like months now and no matter what time did pass, he just couldn't get used to Bonnie. Somewhere along the line, Bonnie must have decided to take things into his own hands though and broke the flimsy rules there were thus far. After another tense night of fear, caused by Bonnie again, the child was grateful for the black out, he woke the next day at 12am again hoping Bonnie would take his time today. Bonnie usually took at least a few minutes before entering the room so the child took the time to relax slightly and breathe. It was great until he heard the mangled breathing of an animatronic in the silence. The sound was loud and once he noticed it, there was no mistaking the noise was right beside him, which was strange, no one hung around right beside him, the child was also on his bed which was also a safe zone. He looked up quickly before screaming with shock, rolling off the bed and into a wall panicked. Bonnie had been right above him, leaning over the bed, hand half outstretched. It took a second for Bonnie to follow the rushed movements of the child but he tilted his head before opening his mouth "run... And I'll kill you...". He spoke in a playfully electronic voice unlike freddy and foxy who both had deeper voices and the voice was identical to what he remembered it being, the words made him freeze before scrambling to get up, crying "no,no, no... Please.." He couldn't help it, his fear made him stand and bolt, he ran over to the closet hoping that just maybe foxy was there, for once he would have done anything in the world to see the horrifying animatronic. For once, he wasn't there. Bonnie took another second to catchup with the child's movement before starting to move from the side of the bed and then all of a sudden he pounced almost, running and grabbing the child's arm roughly, his weight held the child against the closet and the doors creaked with the pressure, the child screamed in pain.

Bonnies sharp fingers had already broken the skin causing him to bleed heavily, his wrist also felt as though it had broken, he watched the child for a short second before straightening up and not letting go. Bonnie then turned and pulled the child along with effortless force. The child screamed and cried, trying to break away but it hurt so much he couldn't do it for long, he was left being dragged along the floor sobbing, Bonnie would kill him and he was afraid. Bonnie dragged him into the dark corridor in silence and he vanished into the dark, other then his faintly glowing eyes. It seemed like forever before the pain dulled slightly and he felt himself fall onto the ground entirely, Bonnie had let him go. The child was still surrounded by dark and felt nothing around him, he was too safe to go far but he tried to escape anyway, the light of his room was gone and in the dark, when he'd thought he'd gotten away, he only found Bonnies sharp metal foot cut his hands. Looking up, Bonnie stared down at him for what seemed like forever before his eyes came closer, a second later his hand grabbed at the child's shirt lifting him off the ground entirely and up to Bonnies eye level. After another seemingly long second, the child was put on something hard, it felt like a table because it had an edge and he couldn't feel the floor anymore. Bonnie then let the child go again and this time turned away, walking somewhere. The child quickly tried to find an escape route but the edges stopped him since he didn't know how high he was. His whole body hurt and he no longer had the strength to try and escape, it was hopeless, he wanted to just die, why was Bonnie so different to foxy, he didn't understand at all, but Bonnie it seemed would never be his friend.

Suddenly the room lit up, it was a dull light but it was still light and the child realised this was his living room and he was on the table in the middle of it. The room was different, the walls were scratched out, Bonnie was likely the culprit, someone seemed to have painted sharp lines across the wall in red, likely blood. It was horrible, his good memories were shattered. Bonnie himself stood by the source of the light, a lamp covered in cloth splattered with the same red on the walls, he had turned on the light and now turned his head to stare at the child again. Along with the room, the light illuminated just how much damage Bonnie had caused, his wrist was bleeding heavily and his chest was painful and bruised, light scratches showed through the tears in his clothes and his back was extremely tender too, it hurt too much to move his arms so his shoulder must have been ruined as well. "What do you want.." He asked painfully, tears streaming down his face. Bonnie turned to face him before stepping over slowly, he was terrifying and he was spalltered with blood from the child's short attempts of escape, the child tried to become as small as possible whimpering as he closed in. Bonnie stopped a few steps away before opening his mouth to speak "accept us..". The child flinched expecting worse and looked up afraid, he suddenly noticed that Bonnies ears hung low, his posture wasn't as straight as usual, in fact, he looked defeated, he didn't look straight ahead, he looked more toward the floor, if anything he was sad. The child was caught off guard but still didn't understood the request in his fuzzy mind "what...". The word seemed to make Bonnie flip and suddenly he was mad, in a flurry of movement, he'd stood up and pierced the child's chest with his hand before growing him across the room and screamed "ACCEPT US(screech)...". That was the last the child saw before he blacked out.

the child woke with a start panting, running his hands over his chest, arms and shoulders checking for wounds, the pain remained for a few minutes but like usual, he had magically been healed, Bonnies polite conversation rang through his ears deafeningly and like usual, he had more questions then answers. He stayed silent and cuddled his foxy desperately for comfort, hoping Bonnie wouldn't take him away again. He waited for what seemed like hours, although the clock proved it was in his head. Bonnie didn't come back, the child expected him too but didn't dare believe it until it was 4am and he hadn't even heard footsteps. The only movement in the house was foxy coming back to sit on the floor "so... How..d-did it...(zzzz)goo". For a moment the child just stared at the animatronic dumbfounded, he was broken yes but there was now at he could have missed the previous nights attack "BONNIE ATTACKED ME! Didn't you see it? Or hear it! He almost KILLED me!". Foxy tilted his head as if trying to remember before nodding "oh...", the bland reaction just made the child mad "just oh?! REALLY! YOUR THE ONE THAT SAID I HAD TO TALK TO HIM AND HE ATTACKED ME!". Foxys ears dropped a little with his head and he looked slightly ashamed "I... Didn't e-ex-p-pect... You too(zzz) make him... Mad..". The child looked slightly surprised before getting madder "MAD? HE WASNT JUST MAD, HE ATTACKED ME, ALMOST KILLED ME!... ". Foxy Brought his hand to his hook and fiddled with it "you... Should... Know bonnie(zzz)... The b-bunny... He h-h-has... Always had... A b-bad.. Temper...".

The child looked stunned before looking frustrated "NO, I don't remember that, you wouldn't tell me". Foxy looked directly at the child "when you p-play-ed b-before.. People... Always c-called(screech)...(zzzz) girl... Got... M-mad..." He slowed down for a moment so his systems could settle and he could speak properly again, he made the mistake of speaking normal. "You... Were... N-nice... To him..(zzzz) bought...b-Bonnie... Guitar... Were friends..." He shifted to stand. The words confused the child to start with before making him remember that foxy was right. He had saved Bonnie from someone, he couldn't remember who, but he was mad at everyone because people thought he was a girl since he was purple and his name. The child had given him a bow tie like freddy's, he had made it himself so people would know he was a boy. That was about when he had joined the band and since Bonnie liked music, he got a guitar too. Of course this was all in the child head, but he remembered how mad Bonnie would get as well as how sad he really was inside. He craved attention and wanted everyone to see how awesome he was. In one way he was a version of the child if he had friends other then his invisible ones.

Bonnie must have been mad because the child had forgotten, because he was scared of the bunny, Bonnie played tricks but never meant to scare anyone too bad so he probably felt really awful. The child suddenly felt sorry for Bonnie and guilty for how he had tried to ignore him, he probably just wanted the child to say hello or something nice. He quickly decided that he would try and talk to the bunny tommorow since it was 5am now. "I'm sorry foxy.." He looked guilty at the foxy who cheered up a little at the words. "It's... Ok... M-me h-h-heartie(zzz)". The alarm clock then went off ending the night.