Bonnie grimaced when he felt panic swell in his mechanical chest. The animatronic often was nervous, so this was nothing new, but Freddy and Chica were beside him, and he couldn't do anything to calm his panic attack without them noticing.

Something in his circuits, or perhaps just his personality chip, made him super nervous all the time. Bonnie had been having panic attacks ever since their diner got shut down and they were placed out of order. Back in that dark room, where everyone was in a sort of spaced out state, know one had noticed. Bonnie had always tried to hide his nervousness. Once Freddy had gone all gruff, Bonnie tried to be the best brother he could, and that included staying happy all the time. Even when the were put back in order, he still was anxious. When he felt a panic attack start, he would go hide somewhere, usually the Supply Closet, and wait it out. So that's what he decided to do now. Once his mind wandered away on it's own, all he could do was wait and try to relax. Most of the times, these attacks were out of the blue.

"I'll be right back," the rabbit excused himself from his conversation with Freddy and Chica. Chica nodded cheerily, talking with Freddy, while the bear glanced at him suspiciously, but said nothing else. Hopping off the edge of the stage, he snatched his guitar, which usually helped to sooth him, and walked towards the west hall to his closet.

Upon entering his safe haven, he was surprised to see The Marionette sitting up in his box. He usually kept his box shut so no one would get in, but there he was, the Endoskeleton sitting right beside him.

"Uh...hi.." Bonnie trailed off uncertainly, fiddling with his guitar, feeling a jolt of anxiety run through him.

"What." Jack answered, sounding bored. Bonnie was very uncomfortable, what with the Endoskeleton staring with an unwavering gaze.

"I was wondering...if...I could stay in here for a bit?"

"No."

"But...it's my closet..." Bonnie stuttered, getting more upset now, which wasn't helping with his panic.

"No, it's mine. Freddy put me in this closet and now it's mine. I only allow you to stay here sometimes." Jack leaned against the side of his box, his strings all tangled up.

"So..."

"Get out, Bonnie." the puppet pointed away, and Bonnie sighed, leaving.

He shut the door on his way out, and looked around the hallway, feeling short of breath...even though he didn't need to breath. Bonnie knew he was going to feel even worse if he didn't relax soon, but he couldn't go hide anywhere else. Freddy and Chica wouldn't come into his closet without absolutely having to, because they were both a little claustrophobic (and would probably get stuck in the closet), but they didn't mind about going anywhere else in the pizzeria. He had to find someplace to hide, quickly.

Making his way to the office, Bonnie peeked slowly around the corner, catching sight of Mike. After seeing Bonnie was in the doorway, the human closed the door without asking questions, and Bonnie had to back into the hallway to avoid being hit. They had stopped trying to catch him after he survived a week and a half, but Mike still didn't trust him.

'What if Mike tells on us and we get shut down again?!' his mind asked, and Bonnie felt his chest tighten even more, as if he were being suffocated. He quickly waddled away, holding tightly to his orange guitar. He needed someplace to relax before he had a total meltdown.

Trying to think of someplace to hide before he freaked out, he stumbled back into the Dining Area, just now remembering Freddy and Chica were in there, but thankfully, they were on the stage, their backs turned toward him. That helped some, but still, Bonnie's anxiety was worsening. Grabbing onto one of his ears and pulling, he whined at the sharp pain he felt, trying to clear his head enough to think of a place to hide.

"'Ey...Bonnie." the rabbit jolted and snapped his head around to see Foxy, peeking out of his cove, just barley.

"Ya look like yer havin' a proper freak..." the fox commented, shaking his head when Bonnie just stared, wide eyed. "Come in, before Fazbeard sees'ya." ducking back inside. Bonnie hopped to follow.

It was dimmer inside the cove then out in the Dining Hall, but now Bonnie was grateful for that. All the lights dangling from the curtains were off, as well as the various machines, which were almost never off.

"Jus' lay down o'er there," Foxy instructed smoothly, pointing his hook mechanically at the lowest level of crates in the back, as if he had been through this a million times before. Bonnie had long since been stunned into silence, and he followed his friends instruction without a word.

Laying back on the line of boxes, he curled on his side around his guitar, staring blankly at the wooden floor, trying to calm his racing mind and tightening chest. He barely noticed when Foxy approached him, some extra curtains in his hand, which Bonnie guessed he now used as blankets. The star covered cloth was thrown gently around the rabbit, and Foxy disappeared once more, this time reappearing with a lumpy old pillow, which he put under Bonnie's head.

Standing back and seeing the rabbit was still wide eyed, and now trembling a little bit, Foxy sighed, his voice box cracking. Stepping closer to Bonnie, he sat down next to him on the edge of the crates, reaching over and rubbing his back with his good hand, looking at him in sympathy.

"There, there... it's okay Bonnie.." the fox soothed, all the while patting his head gently. "It's okay. Everythin's okay..."

They stayed like that for what seemed like forever. Bonnie had finally calmed down after awhile, and was slowly drifting off to sleep.

"Hey...Foxy?" the rabbit blinked slowly, making Foxy, who thought he was asleep, jump.

"Hmm?" the pirate answered, his gravely voice soft.

"How did you know what to do?" Bonnie asked, watching Foxy closely, as if he were going to leave.

"...I've had a bit o' experience myself with those types o' things..." the fox answered uneasily, thinking he was going to get grilled for answers, but instead, Bonnie just closed his eyes again.

"Thank you, Foxy."

"Yer welcome, Bonnie."

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I dunno if this is a shipping chapter or not. Anyway. My Bonnie's has a weird personality. He's really happy and egotistical on the outside but panics constantly. He's like Jeremy but...worse? Idk. :P I just wanted to write something.