Chapter 10- The rest of the night.
Looking, Emmet could have caught him and avoided this whole mess.
Then again, his hand was hurting like crazy from when Bon Bon had bitten him. And his
What's done was done.
Of course, he could do it again if needed to keep the truth quiet. It really just depended on who exactly found out. He could always just replace a Minirrena or Biddybab, but if it was one the major ones, he might have a problem.
On second thought... I'll just wipe their memories. It's better that way.
He took off the nametag. It was probably the best to remove that thing off before it compromised again.
He looked back at the stall.
He'll be okay...I'm sure he'll see why I did this soon.
He felt a faint itch from his hand. Emmet looked down and saw that the bite mark he had gained earlier had stopped bleeding for the most part, with a thin scab forming over the fresh wound.
And besides...I should clean up and disinfect this cut.
He turned to the sink and began cleaning himself up. Hissing when the soap stung the bite marks.
"Are you okay?" a voice called from behind.
He glanced back at the stall.
"It's not as painful as it sounds," he answered.
A few metallic clicking noises came from the stall.
"You're closing your eyes and hissing." The voice from the stall said "And according to my programming, that's usually a sign that somebody's in pain."
He glanced back.
"Don't worry my little cut Bon Bon, worry about yourself! You've got a giant dent in your face from that fall."
He heard a few clinks coming from the stall before a metal hand-puppet hobbled out of the stall on its conical bottom.
He still couldn't believe that he moved his arm away from the toilet bowl before he dropped Bon Bon. He could have done it. Nobody could have stopped him from silencing Bon Bon.
Yet when he was about to let go, he seemed unable to do it.
Maybe it was the memory that Emmet had of that day-shift employee at Freddy Fazbear's from years ago that made him stop his act. Or, Bon Bon had actually gotten into his head.
Either way, his arm had moved seconds before he felt his thumb give out from holding a ten pound puppet for several minutes.
While Bon Bon didn't die in a shallow, unsanitary and watery grave, he didn't completely escape from his demise unscathed. His head had banged the lip of the bowl when he fell, causing a large and uncomfortable dent in right side of his head.
"Now that I think about it, how does it feel to have a giant dent in your face?" He asked vigorously scrubbing his hands.
"A little weird..." he said, running his small hand through the thick dent underneath his right eye. "Is it replaceable?"
"Probably."
Bon Bon made no comment as he washed his hands. Hearing faint clicks as Bon Bon waddled forward on his conical bottom. Moments later, he felt a tug near his ankle.
"Yes?" he asked, looking down.
"Can...Can I ask why you didn't...you know...kill me?" He stammered.
He kept scrubbing. His mind a blank for answering Bon Bon's question.
Now that I think about it...I'm not sure why I stopped...
"Not sure." He answered while drying his hands with some paper towels. "Maybe you managed to get into my head, maybe it was guilt if I did go through with it. Personally, I have no idea."
He didn't respond to Emmet. He then turned off the sink, balled up the paper towel and threw it into a nearby trash can.
"I...I don't know how to thank you." Bon Bon added.
"I can think of one way." He answered, balling up the paper and throwing it away.
"What do you- Oh..."
"Yeah. You know what I'm talking about."
The hand puppet sighed like a teenager being lectured.
"I promise I won't tell anybody." He answered. Raising his right hand and crossing his hand over his heart.
Bon Bon's promise did sound good. In fact, it was exactly what Emmet wanted to hear. However it felt...forced. More specifically, he felt like the puppet was merely just saying what he wanted to hear. That way, when he wasn't paying attention, he could show him for who he really was.
Of course, every kid, teenager and adult (Emmet included) had done this before. And of course, Emmet doubted his promise.
I need more than just a promise from him... He thought I need him under my thumb and him actually WANTING to promise...
Fortunately, it wasn't too hard to think of something that he could use. He had thought about when Bon Bon had mentioned it. All that was left, of course, was for Emmet to actually act it out. Which would be easy, given that Emmet was uncannily good at acting and drama in college.
He bent over, shook Bon Bon's tiny plastic hand (Which couldn't have been larger than his pinky or ring finger)
"At least that's out of the way…." He acted sadly. Doing his best to try and get the bunny's attention.
"Are unhappy with something?"
"No..." He answered, not bothering to try and mask his act as upset.
"Stop lying."
He internally he sneered. Bon Bon bought the act. Now all that was needed was to get him hooked...
"Is it really that obvious?" He answered. Continuing his act of being sad.
"It kind of is," Bon Bon said "Are you all right?"
He made a heavy sighed.
"Remember how you said that Baby will find out this and that I won't get away with what I'm doing?"
"Yes..." He answered "Why?"
"Well... I've been thinking about what you said and I've come to realize that I really can't do this forever."
Bon Bon shot a raised eyebrow at him. It wasn't much, but then again, his attention was all the he really needed
"What are you saying?"
"I...I just don't think I...I can't lie to Baby forever." He admitted "It's like you said, She'll get suspicious about me. And sooner or later. She will find out..."
The blue hand puppet didn't respond or retort to his remark. His green eyes remained focused on him with an undivided attention. Which was all he needed to tip the scales in his favor.
"And...the more thought about it, I figured that perhaps it's better if it's too late. At least, before I find myself dead..." He acted.
"Leave?!"
He nodded sadly. Yet internally, Emmet had an evil grin that spread from eye to eye as Bon Bon continued to buy the act.
Hooked'em. Now, time to reel him in...
"Maybe after tonight." He acted "It's better that way. She'll forget about me soon..."
"T-tonight?!" Bon Bon outbursted "W-why?!"
He looked over.
"Do you think I want to leave Bon Bon?"
Bon Bon had a blank face for a few seconds.
"Um...No?" he answered.
"Exactly," He answered "But could you imagine how devastated Baby would be if she found out that her 'older brother' was a lie this entire time?"
The bunny raised a tiny finger, only to lower it back down and started on his nails(?). He saw that he was muttering something just faintly out of his hearing. Something about "No...Not again...never again...I-I don't wanna see Baby angry or sad again..."
While he wanted to dive deeper into what it was like to have Baby angry or sad, since he could only speculate from the Biddybabs and now Bon Bon, but he figured it could wait. Right now, he just needed to get the argument in his favor and shake on it Before Bon Bon caught onto what he was doing.
He quickly stopped muttering to himself and turned to Emmet with a look of desperation.
"E-Emmet, I'm sorry for trying to bust you, okay? But in case you haven't noticed, life down here is awful."
He raised a quizzical eyebrow.
This is new...
"Awful?" he asked
Bon Bon nodded.
"But...you look happy." He commented
"I am."
"Then why did you say that you're not?"
"Cause it's...never mind...let's just say that you've given this place something that we haven't felt in a long time. And I-well, everybody if they were here- don't want that to go away. This place just has been so much better with you around."
"I've been here for less than 12 hours."
"So what?! Those twelve hours we spent together were better than the months we spent imprisoned here!"
Imprisoned?
That was a new word. Of course, he knew what it meant, but considering how Bon Bon used it to describe this place made Emmet pull a mental emergency brake. (In the daylight of course.).
"Imprisoned?" He asked "What's so imprisoning about this place?"
"None of us are willing to say it, but this place is perhaps second place to a prison till you came." He answered "We've...we've never seen the sky or sun, only concrete walls. W-we perform on a strict schedule and can't perform the way we want to. And if we try to go outside or do something out of script, they- or you in this case- would give us a controlled shock. Or worse, get scooped.."
Once again, he heard that phrase- scooped- and was still clueless on what it actually meant. However, based off of the way Bon Bon had used it, he could only assume that it was something far worse than getting a controlled shock. Which begged to raise the question: why threaten the robots if their job was to perform? If they failed, then why not replace them rather than give them death threats?
Unless, they weren't really robots...
Perhaps there's something more going on down here than robots coming to life...Something darker...
Before he could ditch Bon Bon and start searching through his boss' file cabinets for anything incriminating about the information, he stopped himself.
Hold your curiosity He thought You need to win the argument. All you need is a deal in your favor, and in then you can get curious.
He retained his composure, and looked at Bon Bon with as hopeful as a gaze as he could pull off.
"Bon Bon," He called.
"What?"
"Can...Can I really trust you to keep my identity a secret?"
Bon Bon's eyes snapped open with a look of a desperate hope .
"O-of course! You have my word!"
"Really?" He asked
"I promise!" he said with far more passion than when he had promised earlier "I swear won't tell anybody about your identity or what happened as long as you don't leave! Please! Please stay!"
He felt smirk to grow on his face. Bon Bon's pleas were like music to his ears as it fit so snugly and perfectly into his act. He had convinced Bon Bon to bargain for a win-win situation for him (Or a lose-lose situation from Bon Bon's unaware view.)
All the pieces had fallen into place, and all that remained was actually agreeing to Bon Bon's deal.
"Let's shake on it," He said.
"Deal!" Bon Bon agreed.
He then shook the puppet's small plastic hand. Emmet smiling from how the bunny was completely unaware that now, Emmet had power over him. Even better, the puppet didn't appear to notice the lose-lose situation that he had gotten himself into by agreeing both not to tell his identity and that he could stay.
Needless to say, it was a masterful deceit at its finest.
"Well...now that that's cleared up, let's forget this ever happened, okay?" He purposed
"What?" Bon Bon asked "Did something happen tonight?"
"I don't know..." He answered "Now, let's get out of this bathroom and go to someplace more enjoyable."
He picked him up. This time, carrying him like a cat or small child rather than picking him up by the ears or neck like earlier. He walked out of the bathroom, and instead of going straight to the elevator to the underground restaurant, he took a right to the front entrance.
"Uh...where are we going?" Bon Bon asked as Emmet walked to the front door.
"You said you've never seen the outside."
Suddenly. Bon Bon's eyes lit up.
"Emmet...It's a stupid idea. Maybe you should just let it go..."
"Hey, I thought wearing makeup and pretending to be Baby's older brother was stupid, and look how that turned out,"
"You left your nametag on where anybody could see it."
"You get the idea." He said putting him down on a table while fumbling for his keys "Besides, I need some fresh air."
"But...isn't that breaking the rules?"
"We've played over two hours of Mariokart on company hours and I let the robots roam around the building without administering a controlled shock. I think we broke the rules long ago."
Bon Bon made a blank face before he spoke.
"Well...what if we're locked out?"
"I have the keys if we do." He answered. Jingling the key ring to further his point.
Bon Bon's green eyes searched for some sort of excuse.
"I..Uh..."
"You're out of excuses."
He saw Bon Bon bite the bottom of his plastic lip. And was he...red from embarrassment?
That's new...
While Emmet doubted that colors could change on their plastic plates, he could see Bon Bon's face turn a bit red, with the tips of his ears actually turning pink and his body temperature increasing.
Guess you learn something new every day...
"Fine...but...can it be quick?"
"We can stay all night if you want to." He answered. "But we probably should be short. Baby and everything..."
He saw Bon Bon glance back again.
"And, you're okay with this?" He asked as they walked to the glass front door of the restaurant.
"If I wasn't, I'd be giving you a controlled shock right about now."
He thought he could see a faint grin grow on Bon Bon.
"Need a moment before we go outside?" He asked
Bon Bon nodded.
"Just a little nervous."
"Then let's go before you have any second thoughts."
"Yeah...Wait-"
He pushed opened the door with his shoulder, feeling a blast of chilly air blow through as he exited the restaurant.
It was a clear night with stars filling up the sky and the moon hanging high in the night sky. Had Bon Bon not been in his hands, he might have gotten his phone to take a picture.
However pretty it was, he wasn't here for himself: he was doing this for Bon Bon.
He walked away until he was in the middle of the empty of the parking lot.
"Go nuts." He said. Raising Bon Bon up to the night sky Simba-style.
Of course, light pollution, the atmosphere and God knows what-else did limit the number of stars actually visible. Nonetheless, Bon Bon seemed to absorbing as much of the night sky as he could. He didn't speak. He didn't appear to be making any satirical comments nor any sort of snarky remarks. He seemed to be totally and engrossed with the night sky and all of its vastness.
"Wow..." Bon Bon mouthed. "Incredible..."
"So...what do you think?" He asked.
"It's...its better than I could have ever imagined." He answered "A little colder and darker than I thought though..."
"Hey, it's four AM in February. Of course it's going to be colder and darker compared to the rest of the day."
"There's a day too?!"
"Of course! You should see the sky when it's sunny! Arguably prettier than the night sky."
He saw that Bon Bon was in awe. Perhaps for the first time in his life.
He was actually getting kind of worried. His arms, though strong, were starting to get a little tired from holding him up for so long.
It wasn't until a few minutes later that Bon Bon finally turned his head.
"Thank you Emmet." He answered "I'm... I'm glad that you're staying. I'm glad that I finally saw the outside. I...I wish Ballora, Baby, Fox- I mean- Funtime Foxy and Freddy could see this.."
He never thought about bringing them. He doubted it was impossible, but then again, he would need an excuse for bringing them out. Or at least, a place where they could blend in...
He pondered Bon Bon's words as he too found himself looking at the sky for several minutes, attempting to remember constellations.
"Come on Bon Bon." He said "Let's go."
"Alright..." he answered "I've seen the sky for one night...Thank you Emmet."
He then re-entered the building and re-entered the elevator. The doors to the elevator then closed with a FWOOSH followed by the powerful jerk of the shaky elevator dropping down. Moments later, the elevator slowed until it finally halted on the bottom floor. Emmet didn't hear the AI speak, so he just went through the vent as he normally did.
After crawling for some time, he finally poked his head out of the grate and found that the main control module, which had previously been empty when he had left, was now filled up by Ballora, Baby, and Both Funtime Foxy and Freddy.
When he popped out of the elevator, their heads swiveled to his direction (Baby's performing a full 180 degree turn followed by the rest of her body a few seconds later.)
"Where were you?!" Baby asked. Her green eyes flaring up like copper put in fire. "And why are you holding Bon Bon?!"
"Oh...um...that..." He answered "Minor debugging."
He saw Baby's green flames quickly extinguish from his explanation. Funtime Freddy, however, looked horrified.
"Bon Bon!" He yelled "What happened to your face?!"
Freddy's statement caught him off guard. But luckily, he was able to come up with a reasonable excuse that involved at least some of the truth.
"Yeah...I accidently knocked him over in the debugging process. Took a while before my motor functions were disabled..."
He looked like a concerned parent or some sort of collector who just had one of his items damaged.
"Is it reversible?" He asked.
"Of course." He answered "I'll be able to fix him before my shif- I mean- before management takes me back up for diagnostics and stuff."
He felt a wave of heat wash over him. His nerves on the fringe as he feared that he might have blown his identity.
Luckily, Funtime Freddy didn't appear to have noticed what he said. However, he saw his gaze focus on the puppet. Who in turn, looked moved his eyes and tried to smile like a kid who just broke a window.
"Bon Bon. How did you disconnect without me knowing?" he demanded.
He suddenly saw Bon Bon turn a bit red like earlier.
"Well...you see...You were really chatting it up with Funtime Foxy earlier and...well, I got bored. So I detached from your hand to see if there was anything else going on."
Freddy didn't answer to his answer. Only giving a scolding expression to the puppet.
"Big Brother," He asked "Can you hand Bon Bon over to me?"
He wasn't in the mood to argue with Freddy, so he gave Bon Bon over to Freddy, where he then reattached Bon Bon to his stump hand.
"Please don't do that to me again Bon Bon," Freddy said with relief and scorn "Or at least, tell me where you're going to go before you do..."
Bon Bon didn't answer but he saw him nod to his statement. The puppet too looking relieved as Freddy was.
"Okay then..." Baby interrupted. "Now that that's cleared up, do you wanna play videogames?"
"Sure! But just out of curiosity, what time is it?" He asked
"Just a sec," Baby said. Her eyes briefly closing before re-opening again.
"Currently, it's about four-twenty." she answered
He snickered.
Oh...so many weed jokes I should make at this time...but then again, Baby's here. And I'm not sure if Ballora is able to tolerate any language or suggestions above PG.
"Okay then...that leaves...about an hour to an hour an twenty minutes of pure raw playtime." He answered "Which gives us with the wonderful options of Fallout 3, 4, and New Vegas, Mariokart, Prop hunt, Civ five and Smash bros. And since most of the games feature single-player games over rated T, I'm assuming were doing Mariokart."
"Yes," Ballora assured him.
"Figures...I'll start up the game." He said.
"Big Brother?" She asked "Are you certain that this time there will not be any similar actions like the last time?"
"Nope." He answered "But I did disable the blue shell function, which I can guarantee will create far less rage than last time.
"Thank ye lad!" Funtime Foxy rejoiced "Ye have no idea how much I'd dislike them things!"
"I hated them too." He responded "Way too much power for a single item."
"Exactly..." She answered. Her voice slipping into the deep grumble of a sailor for a brief second.
Okay then... He thought. Taken back by her sudden and rather strange masculine voice that she was capable of "So...everybody up for round two?"
"Ye bet yer lucky stars lad!" She answered.
"I guess I had nothing better to do tonight..." Freddy added.
"I shall take this time to relish in freedom while it exists." Ballora chimed.
"Count me in!" Baby cheered. "Besides, It'll get boring really fast if I'm the only one not playing with everybody."
"Alright then..." He said cracking his knuckles and a few joints in his neck. Hearing and feeling a satisfying crack as they popped. "Let's do this."
The system started up quickly. And soon, everybody had a Wii pro controller (Emmet took one for the team and stuck with his lowly and uncomfortable Wii remote) and had picked out their cars and selected their course. This time, Emmet knew they would have fun, since there were no pesky blue shells to ruin anybody's day or night or whatever weird category 4:24 AM fell into.
He looked over at the robots, eyes on the screen, air tense before the start, and realized something, something he never really thought about much until Bon Bon had told him about this place.
They...they've made me as happy as I have made them.
It was kind of hard for Emmet to deny the change that he had just realized. Prior to entering this place, he saw himself as a rather sadistic and sarcastic person who was haunted by his failure from way long ago. Now, however, he saw himself as more social, and generally a much more friendlier (Though still sarcastic) person. Of course, he was still horrified by his actions (more specifically his lack of it) yet all that seemed to melt away as he played with them.
He figured if having fun with them kept him as happy as he had been these past two days, he would gladly stay.
"Just cause we'd be friends again, it don't mean that I'd be a'goin easier on ye." Funtime Foxy said to her Funtime counterpart.
"Yeah. Keep saying that while losing." Funtime Freddy snarked.
He smirked and realized that he couldn't have asked for a better job.
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