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Bonnie followed Vanessa, in silence, staring at the back of her head as the two of them descended into Parts and Service. The hum of the elevator and the ambient, distant music of the Atrium, was the only noise they could hear now.

He didn't even feel scared anymore. He wasn't sure what he was feeling, if anything at all. Vanessa's face looked guilty and upset, but she proceeded to say nothing to the Bassist as the lift finally stopped. A small, roll-up door sat before them now, along with a large red circle. Empty space in the red shape left the characters 'B2' staring at the two of them.

In silence, Vanessa started off the lift and towards the door, which began opening after she'd scanned her Security Pass on the scanner beside it. Bonnie watched her for a moment, before following her, not saying a word. He couldn't bring himself to look up at the Parts and Service door. He felt like he was running out of power, even though he was fully charged.

His heavy footsteps echoed through the underground facility as they walked through a T-junction of doors, towards the door to Parts and Service. The atmosphere and feel the place was giving Bonnie a feeling polar opposite to the feeling it'd given him earlier, with Chica and Roxanne.

The bunny gritted his teeth as the doors to Parts and Service were pulled open from the inside. He ducked under the door slightly to stop his ears from hitting the top of the door frame, before stopping, looking up to see the head of Parts and Service standing there. He had a clipboard in his hands, looking up at the animatronic with a cold expression. Bonnie stared back at him silently, as the two technicians who'd opened the doors for him and Vanessa, walked to his sides

The Head of P&C's name was Joshua Rouse, and this was Bonnie's second time ever meeting him. The technicians were unfamiliar faces too, but he didn't care enough to take in their features. Instead, his lavender eyes were fixed on the dark-haired, well-dressed man who stood in the centre.

"Thank you, Vanessa." Joshua smiled, before looking up to Bonnie. "Hello, Bonnie." He smiled, looking now to the purple bunny that stood looming at the door.

"Why am I here?" He snarled. Joshua looked taken aback by the severity in Bonnie's voice.

"This was not my decision Bonnie... I want you to know that before we go any further." Joshua said, calming himself and looking down at his clipboard. The ambient humming of machinery and ventilation in the facility was almost deafening to the bot, and every subtle movement felt threatening. Bonnie said nothing, his eyes focused, unblinking, on Joshua.

"Management has decided to retire you." He said, without expression. Bonnie's face fell, and he unclenched his fists.

"T-They're retiring me? Why?" He asked, stepping back towards the door.

"I brought you here because we need to remove your Personality Chip for memory wiping, and reuse with a new character," Joshua said like he hadn't even heard Bonnie.

"You-... I-... Are you even listenin' to me?" Bonnie asked, frowning again.

"The rest of you will be recycled for use on new S.T.A.F.F bots. Monty will be permanently taking your place, and Bonnie Bowl will be closed and turned into a new attraction, currently undecided." He said. It was like he'd been programmed; scripted by management to say this, and only this. He was talking like Bonnie wasn't even conscious or aware of what was happening.

"Why!" Bonnie boomed. Joshua flinched a little but didn't look at the bunny.

"Either you corporate with us and make this quick, or we take it by force Bonnie. The choice is yours." The green-eyed man said, finally looking up to the animatronic with a sullen expression.

"I choose to go back to Rockstar Row and be on the stage again. If the choice is mine, then that's what I choose. I've been nothin' but loyal to you. Why are they doing this?" He responded frantically. Joshua stared up at him, sighing heavily.

"Either enter the Protective Cylinder quietly, or we will use force to take your chip. Recycling your endo and shell are only optional, but not required. The choice is yours." Joshua said, repeating himself like a broken record. He was so void of personality and expression, nothing like the first time they'd met.

"You can't do this..." Bonnie said sternly, straightening himself and clenching his fists, looking down on Joshua and the technicians.

"This is my personality and my body. You have no right taking it from me." He added, removing his glasses to show eyes full of fear, and distress.

"You are property of Fazbear entertainment, and they hold the right to do as they wish with their property. The only one who doesn't have a right here is you." Joshua said sharply. Bonnie faltered, falling back a little as his confidence sunk into the abyss of his being.

"I..." He started, but his voice disappeared. He couldn't process anything that was happening...

"Bring him in." Joshua said, before walking past Bonnie, with the two technicians following close behind as they headed to the door. Bonnie could do nothing, turning on his heel to look out the door at them as they left. He wanted to do something. He felt something in him that he'd not felt before, and it made no sense.

As he watched them leaving, his eyes met Vanessa's. She looked at the floor, swallowing nervously.

"You knew... Didn't you..." He stated, glaring at her. "And you didn't tell me..." He continued. She couldn't look at him, staring at the floor with a guilt-ridden expression.

"Vanessa... Please... You can't let 'em do this to me..." He muttered, taking a step to the door as it slowly began closing.

"Vanessa... Please!"

"Vanessa!"

Bonnie screamed as loudly as he could, shaking the very room he was in, but Vanessa turned away from him. He couldn't only watch as the doors closed behind him, the slam echoing around the empty Parts and Service Room.

Bonnie fell to his knees, a clang echoing around the facility as he planted his fist against the now sealed door in anguish. They were going to decommission him, after all, he'd done for the place.

He slid his glasses back onto his snout and sighed heavily. He was never going to his friends again. He was never going to hear Freddy's voice again, or taste Chica's cooking again, or hear Monty's stupid jokes again...

He'd never see Roxanne again... She'd be... No... He'd be alone... He'd never get to experience their company again.

He felt his insides wrenching as he began to sob, dragging his claws down the door as he curled into a tighter ball on the floor.

Then, the sudden sound of one of the Green Room Lifts arriving on their floor pulled his attention towards the back of the room. All of the lights above the lifts were illuminated red. Accept one.

Montgomery's.

Bonnie stared at it, a confused frown on his face as he pulled himself up from the ground. The doors slid open and revealed Monty, standing to attention, completely stiff. He started walking towards the purple bunny in a very systematic way, completely void of personality.

"Monty... Did you know about this too?" Bonnie asked. The gator said nothing as he stomped down the stairs, his head fixated on Bonnie, almost like he'd locked onto him.

"Monty? Can you hear me mate?" The bunny asked. Monty said nothing, rearing himself back once he'd neared Bonnie and throwing his fist at him. Bonnie reacted as quickly as he could, ducking under the punch. The gator briefly faltered under the momentum, but recovered quickly, turning to the original bassist with unsettling speed.

"W-What the hell!" He exclaimed, firing a glance over his shoulder as he backed himself against the Protective Cylinder. Monty gave no reaction and said nothing to Bonnie as he neared his target, speeding up as he reared back for another punch.

This time, Bonnie caught Monty's fist in his hand, holding the gator back as best he could. There was so much force behind his strike, and needless to say, Bonnie wasn't prepared for it. He slammed back against the wall of the Cylinder, Monty pinning him by the neck whilst also attempting to reach around to the small gap of his torso case.

Bonnie noticed this, however, and grabbed Monty's other wrist, shoving him back as hard as he could. The gator stumbled over his flailing tail and toppled to the floor with a heavy clatter.

"Monty! Speak to me will ya! 'The hell's going on!" Bonnie barked. The gator faltered this time as he pushed himself to his feet, his eyes looked hurt and sad, but only briefly. They suddenly became stark.

"I don't want to hurt you Monty-!" Bonnie cried, sidestepping the gator as he attempted another attack, but he was still knocked to his feet. Monty used his tail as a way to trip Bonnie, sending the purple bunny to the floor with a crash. Bonnie hit the floor hard, his glasses falling from his face and sliding a few feet across the floor.

Bonnie quickly shook himself and got back up as Monty began advancing again, grabbing his star shades from the floor and putting them back on as he did. He had to fight back! It felt wrong to do, and he hated the thought of even doing it, but he didn't have a choice.

It was only then that Bonnie remember the maintenance tunnels. If he could break through the door, he'd be able to get to the only other door in the Stage Elevator shaft. Once in the tunnels, he could lose Monty and whoever else might give chase, and get to the Green Rooms. He would have taken Monty's lift, but with the illuminated red light showing it now being locked, that option was off the table.

Bonnie got into a fighting stance and waited patiently for Monty to attack again. The gator launched himself forwards this time, hands outstretched and his jaw open wide. Bonnie was ready for this though, catching the bassist and using the carried momentum to spin and launch him towards one of the windows in the front wall of Parts and Service.

With a grunt, the gator demolished the window with his body, before smashing to the floor. He could hear the startled gasps of personnel who were waiting outside but didn't bother checking on any of them. Instead, he bolted through the empty window frame and down the hallway, not daring to look back.

Thundering footsteps filled the corridor as Bonnie sprinted as fast as he could to the security door. Monty wasn't yet giving chase, but he didn't want to waste any time. Prying his claws under the roll-up door, Bonnie forcefully pulled it up before rushing around the narrow walkway of the elevator shaft, and through the other door that led to the tunnels.

He didn't dare look back, and more heavy running steps signalled Monty had begun his pursuit. That wasn't Monty back there... Well, it was, but it wasn't. He'd been manually overridden by someone with very high clearance. Someone like Joshua. All the animatronics had the ability to be overridden and controlled manually by staff, but it was very, very rarely used.

Then, an abrupt and heavy slam ahead of him startled him from his thoughts, and he skidded to a halt at the foot of an enormous security door, blocking his original route. These doors were used in case of fires, to isolate them to one area and stop them from spreading, but now they were being used to cut him off, and corner him.

Clearly, Joshua must've had a feed pulled up on whatever he was controlling Monty from, allowing him to see what the gator saw. If that was the case, then as long as Bonnie could hide from Monty, he could hide for Joshua.

The large bunny fumbled as he bolted down the hallway to his left, not even bothering to check what the symbol painted on the floor was. He didn't know where he was going, and with the lights along with the ceiling constantly flickering on and off, he couldn't process anything around him. He fell into walls and tripped over his own feet trying to navigate the winding hallway, shoving through doors and kicking over piled boxes of who knows what as he went.

He rounded a corner, then another, then another, and passed through another door before arriving at the end of a long hallway. At the far end was a single sign above the opposite door, with the image of a fork and a knife painted on the wall above it.

He was heading for the Fazbear Automated Pizza Delivery Kitchen. If he could get to the Loading Docks through here, he'd be able to use the elevator on the floor above to get to the Food Court, and from there, he could get back to Rockstar Row.

He didn't waste any time, pushing off hard and sprinting down the long hallway, his feet clattering on the metal grate below him. The sound of Monty grunting and the door behind him being shoved open caused him to stumble a little, but he caught himself, not looking back as the kitchen doors got closer and closer.

Smashing his hands into the 'push to open' bars, Bonnie burst into the kitchen, stopping to try and figure out where he was, and how he could get out. Everything was a blur, and his processors were screaming to distinguish what was happening.

He'd hesitated for too long, however. Monty burst through the doors behind him, and Bonnie whipped around to see the gator lunging towards him. He dunk tackled Bonnie, grabbing him around the waist and lifting him into the air, before sprinting him into the back wall of the empty trash compactor. Bonnie's smashed hard into the back wall, Monty pinning him as hard as he could.

The bunny frantically slammed his fists down on the gator's back, but it did nothing. So, he lifted his foot and pressed it against the wall, before pushing off as hard as he could. Monty's feet slid along the metal base of the compactor, and Bonnie continue pressing him back.

Once they were both clear of the garbage compactor, Bonnie leaned back and swept his right leg under Monty's, manoeuvring his hand to be on the bassist's chest and shoving him down into the tiled floor.

The crash echoed around the kitchen, knocking plates and cutlery off a trolley that Monty's tail had clipped on the way down, but it didn't keep the new bot down for long. He swung one of his legs up, and Bonnie had to throw himself backwards to stop himself from getting hit by the kick, stumbling as he did.

Monty took this chance to get to his feet, before pressuring Bonnie again, swinging his sharp metal claws down at Bonnie's face. The bunny again reacted as quickly as he could. The strike narrowly missed his face, Montgomery's claws grazing his cheek and tearing off the paint.

Bonnie didn't want to hurt Monty. In fact, the very thought of it made him feel sick, but he didn't have a choice. With Monty doubled over from the sheer force he'd put into his attack, Bonnie took his chance, swinging a harsh right hook down on the gators head. His fist collided heavily with Monty's shell, sending the bot crashing to the floor with a grunt.

Bending down, Bonnie grabbed him under the arms, and after taking a small run-up, slid his replacement across the floor to put some distance between them.

"Snap out of it damn it!" Bonnie screamed, glancing around in hopes of seeing a staircase, or a door that could take him up to the level he needed to be on. However, that was enough time for Monty to have recovered, and already he was rushing Bonnie again.

With his face now inches from the bunnies as he pushed him back into the compactor, Bonnie could finally see Monty's eyes clearly again. For a brief moment, there was a flash of horror, and sadness in them again, but as quickly as it'd come, the emotion went, and they returned to the stark and empty husks from before. He knew Monty was in there somewhere, but nothing he could do would snap him out of this trance he was in.

As Bonnie tripped over the lip of the Trash Compactor floor, he saw Monty hit a button on the left side of the machine. A loud creaking and humming now met his ears, and looking to his right, he saw some of the trash bags in the storage bucket beginning to topple into the pit that lead to the sewers almost twenty feet below 'Basement 2'

Bonnie forced himself against Monty as hard as he could, his glasses dropping from his face amongst the immense struggle, but he was already at a disadvantage with the gator having forced him so far into the compactor already. The two boys servos strained and cried under the force they were putting on each other; both their arms were shaking under the strain, but the floor was too slippery from liquids that'd escaped the bin bags, and Bonnie lost his footing.

He felt his entire body give in, and his heart sink into a newly opened void inside him. All he could do was watch as Monty grew smaller and smaller, getting further and further away as he plummeted down the trash chute and into the pit.

His head slammed against the back wall, his right arm was crushed against the lip of a diagonal in the chute, and his vision was covered with red, small alarms blaring in his mind's ear as he fell. It hurt so badly, but it was such a constant pain that he couldn't even fully process it.

Then, finally, with an earth-shaking crash, Bonnie slid down the last few feet of the chute, and down a mountain of the trash before finally settling on a grate in the centre of the huge chamber he was in.

The sound echoed for a few seconds before silence fell, and all he could hear was the very faint humming of the closing storage buckets floor, and the running water somewhere deeper in the sewers.

He tried to move around, looking over his body to assess the damage. All his limbs were still attached, luckily, but they were scratched, cracked, and broken, some much more severe than others, his torso, arms and head being the most noticeable.

His right forearm and bicep had chunks snapped out of the casing, and the left side of his face was severely cracked being one of the first things to hit the floor when he landed.

All he could do was twitch as his tired body settled. The alarms in his ears faded into silence, and he stared up at the high ceiling, a handful of small lights illuminating the area where he now rested.

He was going to die down here. He couldn't move, and even if he could, he highly doubted there would be any charging stations down here. He couldn't scream for help, and there would be no service for him to signal his friends to come to his aid. His power was already down to two and a half out of five bars at this point, but he was unsure how long that would last.

His body cracked as he relaxed, doing his best to ignore the screaming pain he was feeling. He rolled his head to the side, looking into the wide and disgusting chute that had delivered him to his resting place. What had he done to deserve any of this?

He closed his eyes, and looked through the contact list that he'd brought up on his H.U.D. After spotting Freddy's name, he tried to send out a distress signal, but all he got was a message across his eyes.

'RADIO MODULE DAMAGED, SERVICE REQUIRED...

SIGNAL BOOSTER DISCONNECTED...'

"Great..." Bonnie moaned, slowly opening his eyes to stare back up at the ceiling. If he had any chance of communicating with his friends, or anyone he could trust, they'd have to be in the kitchen itself for him to be able to reach them. With no signal booster he was already at a major disadvantage, but with his radio module also damaged, he was royally screwed.

There was nothing he could do now. His best bet would be to enter rest mode and save his power, then, if he did a full reboot when he reactivated, he'd be able to find out what other parts of him might have sustained damage. Some of it could be fixed by him alone, but with none of the proper tools, most of it he'd be stuck with.

He let out a weak chuckle and he began preparing himself to go into rest mode. What a way to go out after all of this; being stranded in the trash pit, who knows how many feet below the Pizzaplex. What a life to live.

"Monty, what happened to you!"

Freddy's voice startled Roxanne from her daydream, and she sat bolt upright on her sofa, looking out of the open curtains to Monty and Freddy, who were standing outside.

Monty was a mess, covered in dirt and scratches with the back of his head very lightly cracked up. He clutched his stomach and winced as Freddy tried to straighten him up, grabbing the bears shoulder tightly.

"I... I don't know..." The southern gator groaned as both herself and Chica rushed from their green rooms and out to Freddy and Monty.

"You look like you got into a fight hun..." Chica stated, rushing to Monty's side and rubbing his back, supporting him as he drew himself up to full height. His joints creaked as he did, and he looked stunned.

"I... I don't know what happened... I woke up in the kitchen... The uhh... The one where people make their own pizzas?" He started. Freddy frowned and looked over at Roxanne, who could only stare back.

She'd never seen any of her friends in such a state before, and with Monty being the brand new bot on the block, it made even less sense to her. This was too much damage to have been a simple fall.

One thing she did notice, however, was purple paint that had rubbed off on Monty's arms and chest. On closer inspection, she noticed some red and tiny flecks of yellow too... Then again, if he'd fallen somewhere dirty, there was no knowing what might be on him.

"I know the one you mean..." Chica responded to what Monty had said. He nodded.

"Well... Officer Vanessa was there... She said I had a system malfunction and had fallen off the catwalk into the kitchen..." He explained.

"What? But... That does not make sense... Why were you down there?" Freddy asked curiously. Monty shrugged, his face is clearly distressed.

"I dunno! Vanessa never told me! She just said I needed to come back here, and that Parts and Service would come to collect me later." He explained, looking now to Roxanne, who rubbed her chin thoughtfully.

What sense would that make for him to have been down there? Not twenty minutes ago had she seen and heard him practising in his Green Room. How and when would he have left and gone there of all places.

"Hmm... Strange..." Freddy grumbled, his face very serious, and pondering. "Let us get you to your charging station. You should rest before Parts and Service come for you." He said, softening his tone and taking his arm over his shoulder, leading him away from the girls and towards his Green Room.

"Wait, Monty!" Roxanne called after him. He was holding something in his hand. Something yellow. The gator and the bear both stopped, looking back at her.

"What do you have there?" She asked, pointing down at his hand, her brow furrowing.

Monty frowned back, looking confused, before lifting his right hand, and opening it to reveal Bonnie glasses. They looked scuffed, and dirty, and in seeing them, Roxanne's insides felt as though they were crumbling to dust.

"They're Bonnie's... Why do you have those?" She asked, frowning at him more.

"I... I don't know..." Monty responded. He looked genuinely confused, and upset, but Roxanne didn't even care. Why did he have Bonnie's glasses?

"We'll talk about that later. He needs to rest." Freddy stated, patting Monty's back and leading him off towards his room again. Roxanne stared after him before turning to Chica

"I-I've never seen anything like that before..." Chica commented, walking over to Roxanne, who watched after Freddy and Montgomery.

"No..." Roxanne muttered, her voice low and quiet. Something inside her felt twisted and unnerved. Something felt very, very off about this.

"Did you not see that? Did you miss everything just then?" She added. Chica shifted uncomfortably.

"M-Maybe he ran into Bonnie on the way back to the bowling alley." Chica thought out loud. "Monty went quiet a little while before Bonnie left your room so... he might've seen him."

Roxanne looked at the floor, shaking her head.

"I suppose he could've... Try radio him and ask." Roxanne muttered, pulling up Bonnie's contact on her H.U.D.

"Hey, Bonnie. Just wondered if you'd seen Monty when you were walking back to the alley. He just got back all scratched up so, try get back to me asap." She said out loud, recording her voice and sending it to Bonnie as a voice message.

However, she was almost instantly met with a negative sounding chime, and the text 'Message unable to be received' flashed up on her H.U.D

"Huh..." She hummed, curiosity welling up inside her again.

"What?" Chica asked, picking up on the concern in her Canine friend's voice.

"It said the message is unable to be received... That's not right surely..." She said, looking over at Chica, her brow furrowing. Chica raised her eyelids, surprised.

"That is odd... I sent him a message last night before we went to visit him, so it can't be that management disabled it..." Chica muttered, turning and looking towards the roll-up door they'd walked through when last visiting Bonnie.

"You don't suppose..." Chica started, before shaking her head and sighing. "Never mind, that's stupid." She grumbled to herself. Roxanne wasn't really listening though. The message still blinking on her H.U.D. Bonnie had never disabled his communicator, nor had he ever blocked messaged from any of them. Roxanne wasn't even sure if that was a feature they had.

Something wasn't right...That was all she was sure of right now. What did Monty do...