I wake up to the familiar shouting of Golden's "G'mornin'!" Moss groans next to me, 'cause nobody likes to wake up to a shouting golden bear with a dang country accent! Seriously.
"Bonnie, c'mon, really?" Golden complains. "Will ya' just stop bein' annoyin'!" Bonnie, as you can see by Golden's complaining, is pretending to still be asleep. Golden playfully grabs Bonnie's head, veering it towards the wall, stopping only a few centimeters from it. Bonnie, throughout the entire process, has been screaming like a girl.
"Golden, you didn't need to do that!" Bonnie shouts, reaching out to slap Golden straight across the face. Golden catches it, though, laughing his head off at Bonnie's expression.
"Stop laughing!" Bonnie whines, trying to hit Golden, but failing. Everyone is laughing some sort of way, may it be giggling or full out laughing. He even managed to get me to crack a smile.
"I'm s-sorry, but just the l-look on your f-face, I just c-couldn't," Golden says breathless from laughing, with tears starting to form in his eyes. He doubles over, nearly falling, from laughing so hard.
Red's cracking up so hard that he has to lean on Freddy for support, as he says, "B-Bonnie, do you n-need those vocal c-chords checked? 'C-cause you scream like a g-girl!" The look on Bonnie's face was priceless. Everyone bursts out laughing. Even I'm shaking from it, fully unable to breath.
I try to catch my breath, gasping for air. By now, I've been leaning on the counter for support. Don't question our logic, but that really got to us, for some reason.
"What gotcha' guys laughing so hard?" I hear Scott say. The others try to stifle their laughter, failing when they look at Bonnie again. Scott just stands there, confused.
"B-Bonnie wouldn't-" I try to say, interrupted by a fit of giggles. "Golden tried to b-bash *heh* his face in, and Red r-roasted him. You should've seen the *heh* look on his face!" It takes a moment for Scott to process this, but a grin spreads across his face. He seems to have seen this situation before, or he's just really good at imagining things.
He chuckles, saying, "It's always him. Anything that happens, just blame it on Bonnie." I nod in agreement. Bonnie, on the other hand, has taken this comment the total wrong way. Freddy's having trouble holding him back, and Foxy has to come out to help him, just so he doesn't kill Scott. Golden's doubled over on the floor, laughing hysterically, and basically looking like he's dying. Even Chica, Bonnie's "significant other" is clutching her stomach, face red from the lack of air. (Yes, our creators were stupid enough to make us need air. They probably wanted to make the robots more lifelike.)
Golden eventually pulls himself together enough to say, "W-we should p-probably get ready f-for the day." He dissolves in a fit of laughter afterwards, leaving the rest of us to get ready.
"I'll do the checks today, Olive. I know you're not used to this," Scott says. "Some of 'em are a bit obnoxious. But, they grow on you." Ya' sure? I don't think Ti-Chi will ever grow on me. Or Benny, probably.
"I don't think so…" I mutter, before realizing what I just said. I'm disappointed with myself. Severely disappointed.
"Oh c'mon! You should talk to some of 'em! There are a few that are like you," Scott ways, chuckling. "Red and Golden'll both listen to your problems, Foxy's antisocial, and Chica's a sweet girl." Huh. I'm still not trusting Red or Golden yet. Chica, I don't know much about her. But Foxy's fine.
"Oh! You'd like Jeremy. He has bad anxiety problems, but he's really a nice guy," he adds. Okay? I don't know this guy, but I'm not gonna ask. I don't want to sound rude.
"And what about Freddy?" I ask shyly. Worry flashes across his face so fast that I barely even notice it. But I saw it. I don't like it.
"He's a nice guy. But he's kinda hard to talk to. He's very distant," Scott says. "Also, he's not the type to get a crush easily. The last one he had was 'bout ten years ago!"
"Huh," I mutter. Not that I have a crush on him or anything, but it's interesting to know. Nice to know that he's like me in another weird way. Doesn't have crushes very often. I'm demisexual, which means you don't have crushes very often. Around one or two per year on average. I've literally only had two in my life, in the span of, like, three years. (Though, keep this in mind, that I know that the first one was a crush, but the second one I couldn't place because I just wanted to be near them at all times, but I never thought of them as an object of my fancy, if that still counts as a crush. And, I refuse to say who I had these crushes on.)
Scott starts walking off, as he says, "I should probably get to doing the checks. Been nice chatting with ya'." He whistles has he goes, walking towards Bonnie, who has been turned off by Red. Probably was getting to hard to keep him still.
"Hey, Olive," Moss says from on his wheel.
"Yeah Moss?" I answer, looking down at him.
"Can I go talk to Bon-Bon?" he asks.
"Sure," I answer. I'm fine with him talking to her. I don't know much about her, but I doubt she'd hurt him. If she does, though, it's not gonna end well for her.
As I watch him run upstairs, to where the Funtimes are located, and where Bon-Bon is. Now that I think about it, why is that the first person that he wants to go to? He has so many other people he's friends with. I don't think he's in love. He's too young. But, anything can happen when your an animatronic. But I still think it's just his weird mind, where it picks the first friend it can think of. That's basically the way his mind works.
"Hey!" I hear Benny shout in my ear, making me jump, and shaking me from my thoughts. My instincts tell me to punch him straight in the face, but I somehow don't obey them, amazingly, with my psychopath brain.
"What the heck was that for!" I shout, before muttering, "You jerk," under my breath. He doesn't hear the last part. Thankfully.
"I just needed to," Benny says, snickering. Oooh, I really want to punch you right now, but I know that everyone would see it, so I can't. But I still really want to break your face, exoskeleton, endoskeleton, all of it.
Benny notices that I'm just moments away from punching him, and he starts slinking away.
"I'm just gonna…" he says. He turns around, walking to stand beside Red, who's walked off the stage, and standing, bored.
Benny whispers something to Red. I'm only able to catch snippets, but it's something along the lines of, "Afton kills only the best. I'm not sure she qualifies." Okay, that's it. That's the last straw. I can't take it anymore. This stupid a-hole has gone too far this time.
"If I don't qualify, then why did he kill you? The one who's let his ambitions be worth the most!" I screech in pure rage. His smug look stays on his face. He just want to hurt me. To hurt the ones I love.
I stare straight in his eyes, as I say, my voice menacingly calm, and laced with poison, "You've let the ones you've loved down. You think of them as nothing. You're just like him. If AFTON only picks the best, then why did he pick you?" Just like that, the smug look is wiped straight off Benny's face. Anger starts seeping into his veins. Red leans over and whispers something worriedly in his ear.
"Just because she has depression doesn't mean she can get away with that!" Benny shouts. "She doesn't even have anything to be depressed about!"
"Actually…" I say voice rising every minute. "You're a jerk, I've probably ruined any friendships I had with anyone here, I died along with seven other kids and I could have done something to save them, I have depression, freaking William Afton is part of me, and I can't trust anybody in this entire dang pizzeria!" All eyes are turned towards me now, if they weren't already watching me. But I don't care. They don't give a crap about how I feel, so why should I give a crap about them. It looks like I broke Benny, which means I gave him what he deserves.
Benny says, trying to hide his shock, "We've already heard all t-that." He stumbled. Heh, really got him hard, huh?
Everyone starts to get over the initial shock, but worry still hangs in the air. And I can feel myself radiating dark emotions. I stare at him, feeling a sadistic feeling sweeping over me. He take a step back, under my gaze.
"What do ye' mean that ye' 'ave ruined yer friendships with me mateys?" Foxy says, aghast and very confuzzled. Well, I broke Bonnie, mentally and physically. Freddy saw it, right in front of him. You guys seem to go with what he says. He hates me, so you do to.
"I went mad, and, quite literally, almost murdered your friend over there. Why would you want to take your chance with someone like that?" I explain. "You can stop pretending like you actually care. Because I can see that you don't." And there goes another wave of shock across the room. Heh, they're still pretending. Still trying to keep up your façade there, aren't cha. Trying to keep your mask up. Well, you're failing.
"You should stop pretending that I'm not the monster I really am. I could snap at any moment, and kill every. Single. Person. You. Love. Why should you trust that?" I say, trying to find their weak spots, and manipulating the words to hit them the hardest.
My sadistic aura cracks just a bit, as I say, "Maybe you should just get rid of me. Put me back in the basement, rotting, where I should belong. It's not like you want me here in the first place." Why should they keep me? Golden looks like he's thinking, before he leans over to Freddy and whispers something into his ear. Freddy nods slowly. I know they're talking about me. But I'm not going to hurt him. I can't. Besides, I've already revealed too much. They have a yes or no choice now. It's their choice. Heh.
"Okay, screw the checks! Olive, you've got the day off. Freddy, go escort her downstairs," Scott exclaims. Shoot. I'm stuck with the person the hates me the most.
Freddy walks up to me, his face grim. He doesn't say anything. He just leads me downstairs, to my room.
"Remember, you can always come to me if you need help," he says, comfortingly. Heh, that's funny. It's coming from the one who saw me torture his crush.
"M'kay." I'm trying to hold back so many different words right now. He seems to realize this, as proved by his sympathetic face. Like he could ever understand what I'm going through. I doubt he even cares.
Before he leaves, he says, "You should probably get some sleep." He closes the door quietly as he exits. He's hiding what Golden told him. I need to know what it is. What have they been saying about me? Why have they been talking about me?
As much as I would like not to, sleeping is the best idea, as Freddy said. There's nothing else to do.
I lie down on my bed, facing the door. Images from my life before I died flash through my mind. They're too fast too see, going from one picture to the next in a split second.
The last one I see before I doze off is a picture of Scraptrap from the sixth game. I don't think much of it. It's useless. That single image stays in my brain for a few minutes, before I fall asleep.