Vanna's eyes widened as she listened to the animatronic speak. Beside her, Mike's horror became forlorn and empty when he realized he no longer heard his brother's faint Irish brogue. The blood in Greg's face drained a little more with every word. It was a voice he knew well, from her living days to the pre-recorded lines that still played after her passing.
"...Bon?" he managed. "The real Bon?"
Over on the stage, Will managed to free his other arm from under Chica, and tried to pull himself out from under her. Upon hearing what Greg said, he wriggled out just enough to see over the animatronic pile to witness the scene.
To try to see her.
"In-in-the flesh, s-s-so to speak," crackled the voicebox.
Will bit back a small pang of hurt at hearing Bonnie's voice. He believed Mike and Vanna's earlier claims of the hauntings. Seeing even just Spring Bonnie's head and shoulders from behind the animatronic pile, moving in its decrepit state…
He forced back the thoughts of the old wounds and focused on freeing himself. On top of him, Will felt something shift on its own. The movement encouraged him to keep working on his freedom.
Spring Bonnie's voice box crackled again. It was static and frayed at first, but it gained more clarity with continued use.
"Don't you ever th-thre-e-e-eaten-threaten my niece again."
Greg's eyes slowly widened as he tried to peer over Spring Bonnie's head, tilting his own to see behind the one good ear. He looked down at the spot where he strangled Bonnie Wicke's doppelganger.
The doppelganger was gone, but in her place, a smaller form shifted in and out of view. A little ghost girl in a pale blue party dress and black Mary Janes floated above the tile. Her wavy black hair was done up in pigtails, and her slightly-too-long limbs were strangely positioned, as though suspended by strings. Her partially-morphed hands, empty eyes, furious snarl, and constant stream of tears down her face unnerved him the most, especially the glare she formed.
In another moment, she disappeared.
Greg felt his heart stop when he recognized her, paling as the truth of the first "Bonnie Wickes" dawned on him: that there had been two of them, and one of them got away.
His epiphany was short-lived as the real Bonnie Wickes channeled the entirety of Spring Bonnie's strength to forcefully shake him, then slam him into a nearby wall. Pain spread over the back of Greg's head on impact, before it snapped forward in an awful, dizzying bounce.
"You killed-killed me," Bonnie snarled.
"I didn't-!" Greg attempted to say.
She slammed him again, daring him to lie to her a second time. Mike and Vanna both winced at the sight.
"...So he started with her," Mike whispered.
Vanna didn't comment. She just watched Greg struggle in the animatronic's grip.
"My last m-m-m-moments fade in and-and out," Bonnie Wickes said, "but I remember-ember you let me b-b-bleed. All because I wouldn't-wouldn't have you."
Spring Bonnie's nose shoved into Greg's, giving him an excellent view of the old silver discs, downturned eyelids, and empty sockets behind them. Two ghostly lights seemed to burn with fire as they stared him down. He gagged on the sudden smell of rust and rot assaulting his senses.
"More than that-that," Bonnie said, furiously, "I can access-access the maintenance history, Gr-Gregory. M-m-my safety measures were all-were all dis-is-is-disabled."
If the rabbit's face wasn't already a masterpiece of fury, the silvery discs would have blazed with fire.
"And the internal mem-memory and video feed shows you were the o-o-one who tampered with it!"
All around them, the building lights swiftly cut in and out as if to undertone Bonnie Wickes' fury. Several of the video games suddenly turned on, filling the room with an instant cacophony of bright lights and noise. Mike held up a hand to protect his eyes from the sudden strobe effects. Vanna focused on Spring Bonnie to allow her vision to adjust.
"I didn't know what to do!" Greg cried, trying to be heard over the din. He shut his eyes tightly to avoid being blinded. "Freddy was dead. Everyone knew it! You wouldn't even give me a chance! You'd rather be drunk and miserable than happy with me!"
Another furious scream erupted from Spring Bonnie's voice box before she spoke again.
"I'd rather-rather be ALIVE!"
While Bonnie Wickes made her accusations, Mike caught movement by the stage. He watched carefully though with the visual chaos to be sure. The purple Bonnie still stared forward, watching the room with his sleepy, unseeing gaze. Freddy rolled over, his heavy torso still folded over Chica, under whom Will was still pinned. Mike looked to Vanna, who nodded to confirm she caught it too. A silent agreement made, the two of them carefully crawled out from behind the prize counter.
"I d-didn't want to!" Greg gasped, once more trying to move the fingers and kick the hollow yellow chest. "You forced my hand!"
The animatronic's feet dug into the tile. Spring Bonnie's weight shifted to counter Greg's attempts to free himself.
"You killed-killed me," Bonnie Wickes repeated, "and hurt my family, all be-e-e-because you didn't-didn't get your way."
The rabbit's good ear straightened, and the animatronic's eyelids lifted in realization, before they lowered back into the glare. The video game cabinets around them errored out. The screens rapidly flickered in a visual turmoil of color and code. Several of them droned loudly, while others' sound effects cut in and out.
"Is that why you were-you were trying to steal my work too, Gr-Gr-Gregory?"
Mike and Vanna ducked behind some of the still-standing tables as they crawled across the room. The floor-length tablecloths provided some reprieve from the video games, at least. As they got closer, they saw Will wriggling under Chica. He almost had his hand free.
"I was trying to hel-!"
Spring Bonnie slammed him again, unwilling to listen to anymore of his lies. The lights stabilized and the video game cabinets simply showed blank screens.
"You wanted me away-away from here," she said. "To destroy m-m-m-my dream. Our dream! You wanted to destroy everything Fr-Fr-Freddy and I built together!"
Greg let go of the rabbit's wrists in shock, dangling for a moment in the animatronic's grip. He coughed and choked for a few seconds as he scrambled to grab on again. A small sound of tearing cloth reached his ears. Something hard and sharp lightly scraped his skin. Greg tightened his grip as he waited for some of the pain to subside. His head spun, and he briefly wondered he gained a minor concussion.
Mike reached the stage first and shot a glance behind him to see Spring Bonnie still pinning Greg against the wall. He winced a little from the video game lights, having lost the tables' protection. Vanna gently tapped his shoulder to remind him of their task.
"You were...obsessed," Greg managed, blinking a few times to readjust to the now-still lights. "When you could have had-"
Spring Bonnie's voice box dangerously lowered in volume as Bonnie Wickes spoke. She pressed the mascot's nose to his again.
"I had everything I could have-could have wanted," she growled. "The only thing I w-w-wanted more was Freddy by my-by my side."
Over on the stage, a metallic groan echoed throughout the dining room as Mike and Vanna pushed Freddy off of Chica. The bear rolled forward, awkwardly landing on his side. His microphone slipped from his hand and rolled away.
Spring Bonnie's hands twisted outward, pulling on Greg's collar while slowly digging the large animatronic fists into his neck. The tearing sounds continued as the sharpness pushed into his flesh. Greg gritted his teeth, but adjusted his position as best he could. If he suspected correctly...
"And you t-t-took him too, didn't you?" Bonnie Wickes said.
She let the murderer choke and struggle, though she took care to let him still breathe. Greg refused to answers her.
"Where-where is he, Gregory?" the old rabbit demanded. "Where's my Freddy-bear?"
The video games flashed, then settled. Many of them only showed code and broken segments of pixels. Greg simply shook his head. He lifted himself and tried to bring his weight down. He felt the fabric of his collar give a little more. Spring Bonnie's stance shifted again. The joints tightened and locked into place as Bonnie Wickes pressed the fists a little more into his neck.
"That's n-n-n-not going to work, Greg-Gregory. I'm stronger than you."
Greg gritted his teeth as he collar tightened, but as he hoped, the fabric caught on the edges of what he suspected were the mirror shards caught between the animatronic's knuckles. If Bonnie Wickes noticed, she paid it no heed, content she still had him in her grasp.
With Freddy out of their way, Vanna took one of Chica's shoulders, and let Mike situate himself on her other side. The two of them started to heave her forward and make the chicken sit...only for Vanna to feel a sharp yank as Chica pulled her arm away from her. As she let go, she heard a set of padded footsteps behind her, the soft hiss of servos. The purple Bonnie abandoned his guitar and quietly made his way down the stage.
A groan caught her attention as Mike pulled Will away from Chica.
"M'fine," Will whispered. "Just really sore."
Greg's collar tightened further. His arms strained to keep his weight from completely dragging him down. The sharpness at his neck continued to scrape.
"I won't-I won't ask nicely again, Gregory," Bonnie Wickes continued. "Where's. My. Freddy-bear?"
Greg braced his feet against the wall in an attempt to relieve some of the stress on his arms. He shifted his hold on Spring Bonnie's forearms, trying to ensure his collar caught on the sharp points he felt. With a heave, he pulled himself up as much as he could, still kicking and struggling. A second later, he let go, throwing his weight down as he fell. As he hoped, the cloth tore further, releasing the collar from his shirt. Greg's skin snagged on the sharp glass points, drawing blood as he fell. With one more a quick twist, he was free.
Spring Bonnie let go of the collar and quickly loosened her joints grab for him, but he slipped right through her fingers, making a mad dash for the back room.
A long hook shot out from behind the curtains as he passed by Pirate Cove and snagged the back of his shirt. Greg found himself pulled back and his feet suddenly dangling in the air as Foxy hoisted him up. His yellow eyes glowed, and much like Spring Bonnie, they narrowed into a wrathful expression. The fox's sharp, shiny teeth glinted as a loud, furious screech erupted from his throat.
Got ye now, lubber! Knew I'd get th' right one someday!
Mike, Vanna, and Will all covered their ears at the screech. Greg cried out as he was caught and lifted, kicking at the air. Spring Bonnie started her approach.
"Nice c-c-catch, Foxy," she said menacingly. "Just like a-like a worm on a hook."
The screech died out. Foxy grinned.
Couldn't've said it better meself.
From the main stage, Will lowered his hands from his ears and smirked.
"Firs' one I got back up," he said, quietly. "That torn ol' costume made it easy to get to th' wiring."
Foxy tilted his head as he looked Greg over. A familiar crackling sound came from behind the curtains.
"S...Sm...m…"
The audio clips sounded similar to the accented voice Mike and Vanna heard when Foxy spoke to them.
"Sm...Smilin'...Smilin' M-Man."
Greg dangled from the hook, wriggling as he tried to make the back of his uniform tear off it.
"...Wh-what?" he asked, stopping just long enough to glance at Foxy.
He immediately looked away from the sharp metal teeth.
The purple Bonnie had since reached Pirate Cove and stood in front of Greg, blocking his path should he manage to get free. The rabbit's hands were raised, poised with anticipation to catch any running prey. Another speaker crackle joined the others, this one much softer, both thanks to the more regular upkeep and Greg's tune-up earlier.
"...Smiling...Man…" came Bonnie's gentle tenor.
Spring Bonnie casually kept pace from behind Greg, blocking off the west hallway. Bonnie Wickes' quiet laughter came from the speakers, just as broken and stilted as her speech.
"What do you mean?" Greg asked, still trying to free his shirt from the hook. "Me?"
Foxy shook him to keep him from freeing himself.
"Smilin' Man," he said, simply.
The sound of hissing servos and metal joints moving surrounded Mike and Vanna as Freddy and Chica both pushed themselves back onto their feet. They tromped down from the stage, Freddy in the lead, his microphone forgotten. The tables that remained standing in all the prior tussles were casually shoved aside as the bear and the chicken joined their robotic brethren, making the front entrance inaccessible to Greg as well.
Both of their voice boxes crackled on. Freddy's deep baritone and Chica's high-pitched soprano joined the chant.
"Smiling...Man…"
Foxy lifted Greg a little higher. All of the animatronic voice boxes began to sync. Beside Spring Bonnie, a faint blue light formed as Vesper Belrose took form again. She rested a ghostly hand partially through Spring Bonnie's and joined her friends in the chant.
"Smiling Man. Smiling Man. Smiling Man. Smiling Man."
The lights above flickered again. Many of the video games stabilized, once more only showing dark, blank screens.
"We're a-all-a-a-all here, Gregory," Spring Bonnie's voice box crackled once more. "Every soul you mur-m-m-murdered."
At last, came Freddy's baritone, above the continued chanting. After all these years.
Our patience paid off, Chica added.
And this time, Bonnie finished, he won't get away.
Foxy turned his hook, giving Greg a look to each angry animatronic face, from the purple Bonnie's glowing red eyes, to Freddy's furious grimace, to Chica's open beak longing to bite, to Spring Bonnie's mocking laughter. All of them continued their chant.
"Smiling man. Smiling man. Smiling man. Smiling man."
Over on the main stage, Mike, Vanna, and Will all managed to get to their feet. Will used Vanna as a brace on his pained and shaking legs, with one arm around his stomach. If he could be grateful to Greg for anything, the chill of the fridge kept back a lot of the pain that was flooding in now.
The three of them watched the scene unfold before them. The elevated stage gave even Mike a good look at Greg's sheer terror as he struggled to free himself. Will hesitated, wondering if he should do something.
"What're those critters gonna do to 'im?" he whispered.
Mike recalled the nightly phone calls he got the first half of the week.
"...We probably don't want to know," he said, quietly.
Greg wouldn't struggle for long as the purple Bonnie reached out and grabbed his left arm. Freddy and Chica followed in succession, taking his legs. Foxy grabbed his right arm with his metal hand, then released his hook from the back of Greg's shirt, hooking it over his arm. He stepped down from the Pirate's Cove stage to be more level with his brethren.
"Smiling man," the chant continued. "Smiling man..."
The murderer cried out as the hook tip dug into his skin. He tried to pull himself free, but the animatronic hands held strong. He quickly scanned the room for something, anything to put their focus on. Between Bonnie and Freddy, Greg caught the figures on the stage.
"Wait! Stop!" he cried.
Greg struggled to point at Mike, turning his wrist almost painfully to do so in Bonnie's tight grip.
"He's a guard too!" he screamed, trying to be heard over the chanting. "He's involved!"
Once upon a time, that might have worked, Freddy said, not bothering to look at the stage. Not anymore.
Sometimes found, and sometimes lost, Chica sang cheerfully. The greatest ones are worth the cost.
Even as they spoke, their physical speakers kept chanting. Vanna didn't bother to hold back her snorted laughter at Chica's mocking song. Mike simply smirked as the animatronics' attention remained on Greg.
"They don't remember...faces," he said coolly, ignoring the ache in his ribs. "Only...only uniforms."
He gestured to his hatless head and light blue shirt, pulling the badge from the pocket as he did. Mike calmly let the metal piece fall to the floor.
"And wouldn't you...kn-know it?" he asked. "I'm not in...uniform."
Watching Greg's eyes bulge filled him with glee, and almost made it worth the pain it took to speak.
"N-no!" Greg cried. "You're a guard too!"
I can let this one pass, Foxy jovially added. I've grown fond of th' lad.
He hears us, Bonnie said. You don't.
Will glanced at the animatronics. While he couldn't hear them speak either, he noticed their decided indifference as they kept Greg bound.
"I think the critters are the judges o'that," he said to Greg. "Mike doesn't seem to be pingin' their criteria."
Spring Bonnie's laughter ceased. She glanced down at Vesper, who flickered in and out of view. Spring Bonnie's hand mimed a gentle stroke of her hair, before the golden animatronic started to approach Greg. The chanting finally stopped as Freddy and Chica both got down on one knee, allowing Greg to use their shoulders as a makeshift seat as they held fast to his legs. Bonnie and Foxy remained standing, keeping their grips on his arms. The four of them almost seemed to be offering him as a sacrifice to Spring Bonnie. Greg tried again to free himself from their grip, only to feel their metal hands tighten around his limbs.
"What's-what's the matter, Gr-Greg-Gr-Gregory?" Bonnie Wickes asked. "Did your t-t-tampering come back-come back to bite you?"
Greg glared at her, finally giving up his fruitless effort to free himself.
"Go to Hell," he said.
"I'm already there," Bonnie Wickes shot back.
She brought a finger to the suit's mouth, pondering.
"In fact…"
A clear note of amusement rang in her voice.
"...You'll be j-join-joining me soon."
Spring Bonnie's hands reached up to grip the sides of the mask. Her ghostly pupils shone brighter with a newly-determined purpose. She savored how Greg's eyes widened when two soft clicks released on either side, how he shrank back when she took a step forward, how his mouth gaped in a loss for words.
"What was it you told-told Mr. Schmidt ear-earlier?" Bonnie Wickes asked as she lifted the old head from the animatronic's shoulders. Its jaws still moved as it spoke, and her eyes still glowed from behind the silver discs. "That he would-he would un-u-u-understand exactly what happened to Jeremy Fitzg-g-g-gerald?"
Will quickly pulled away from Vanna and stumbled down the steps of the stage, taking pained breaths with every movement. Vanna tried to stop him, but found herself following him instead, with Mike not far behind her.
"Bon!" Will cried. "B-Bon, wait! You don't have to-to do this!"
Spring Bonnie turned the head in her hands to let it face Will. The ghostly eyes flared, and the jaw clicked up and down with each word. Will stepped back. Vanna and Mike joined him on either side.
"I've waited over t-t-t-two decades, William," Bonnie Wickes snarled. "I've been-been trapped here as he r-r-ruined everything I've built, used my-my creations to destroy lives!"
Spring Bonnie moved the head to one hand and used the other to point to Vesper, and more specifically, the tears constantly streaming down her cheeks.
"M-m-my nieces never got to grow up-grow up together," she continued. "Their childhoods were-were st-st-stolen from them, as were the other childrens'. All because this selfish-selfish cad didn't get his way!"
She turned the head to face Greg.
"That's why-why you did all this," Bonnie Wickes said. "You couldn't have what you-what you wanted, so no one could!"
Greg simply smirked from his animatronic prison.
"Whatever you want to do to me, Bon," he said, "it won't matter. I've already won. This place wasn't going to last the year, and now it might not last the month."
You've won nothing, Freddy growled, his jaw clenching tightly.
Greg winced in pain as the four sets of metal hands tightened around his limbs again, barely allowing him any circulation. It didn't stop his grin.
"And you legacy dies with it," Greg said, coolly.
Spring Bonnie glowered and started to approach him again.
"That doesn't matter anymore," she said. "It ends-ends-ends tonight."
"Aunt Bunny!"
Spring Bonnie stopped. She turned the head until its eyes found Vanna. The glowing pinpricks dimmed to something softer.
"...Vanna," she said, quietly, her voice temporarily soft and warm. The jaw still creaked as it moved. "You probably-probably don't remember me, do you-do you? Oh, you've grown-grown so beautifully."
Spring Bonnie moved the head to properly look her over.
"It's h-h-heartbreaking to see what-see what Vesper could have become."
Vanna's eyes momentarily went to her sister's ghost, then back to the golden rabbit, and the disembodied head in its hands. A bitter smile formed on her lips.
"Will's right," Vanna said, trying to keep her voice from wavering. "You don't have to do this."
Spring Bonnie briefly looked behind her, where Vesper's ghost still quietly lingered and shifted. The rabbit beckoned the ghost to join her, and Vesper obeyed, hovering just above the tiles.
"You and your sister meant-meant the w-w-world to me," Bonnie said. "So much that hearing-hearing your name helped me to wake."
"Then stay that way," Vanna pleaded, stepping toward her. "I don't have many memories of you, but the few I have are sweet. I don't..."
She glanced to Greg, then back at Spring Bonnie.
"...I want him to pay for what he did just as much as you do," Vanna said. "We can call the police. He'll still be trapped in a prison."
She watched Spring Bonnie lift a hand and bring it to her face. Vanna winced a little at the rough old cloth and the broken metal tips brushed against her cheek. Something pressed against her hands. Vanna looked down to find herself holding Spring Bonnie's mask. She bit back her disgust at the feel of the hard metal skull underneath the grungy cloth and tried not to imagine how much of Jeremy's blood mingled with the dust and grime that covered it.
Spring Bonnie's body turned away, heading back towards her animatronic creations.
"I'm sorry-sorry, Vanna," she said.
It took Vanna all of her willpower to not drop the mask as its jaw moved. The suit's hands raised to crack its knuckles. A few pieces of glass broke away and slipped to the floor.
"I want him to s-s-suffer," Bonnie Wicke said, "just like we all did."
The headless suit started to approach the other animatronics and their prisoner. Mike quickly stepped in her way. He started to say something, but not a single word fell from his lips before Spring Bonnie shoved him aside. The sheer force from the suit made him lose his balance and directly slam into one of the overturned tables. The mask in Vanna's hands moved again.
"I don't-don't want to hurt any of you," Bonnie Wickes said, "but I w-w-won't let you get in my way."
Spring Bonnie turned to other animatronics.
"F-Foxy, Bonnie" she said, sternly. "Grab his l-l-legs. Freddy, Chica-Chica, you two come here."
The animatronics did as they were told. Greg tried to pull away the second Freddy and Chica let go, but the purple Bonnie's strong grip and Foxy's hook now piercing into his calf made any attempts short-lived. Spring Bonnie's headless body pointed to the remaining humans.
"Keep-keep them back."
Mike crawled off the fallen table and backed away as Chica unhooked Dulcie from her hand and set him on the edge of Foxy's stage before she approached Mike, her arms outstretched.
Please don't force my hand, Mikey.
"You don't have to do this," Mike said.
Then stay back, she said. Let us handle the Smiling Man.
Vanna dropped Spring Bonnie's head and ran over to Mike to help him stand. She held him to her as she helped him walk to the prize counter. Freddy got directly into Will's path, and worked to herd him towards the counter as well.
We need only keep you back, Freddy said. Don't make this any harder than it needs to be.
The three humans huddled together as Freddy and Chica cornered them, positioning themselves like guards only enough to keep them against the prize counter. Behind them, Spring Bonnie's body knelt down on one knee as Bonnie and Foxy hoisted Greg up.
"Stop!" he screamed. "Leave me alone!"
"And h-how many of your victims-victims said the same thing, Gregory?" crackled Spring Bonnie's voice box. "Did my-did my Freddy-bear beg for mercy too?"
Greg tried again to free himself, but the animatronics held firm. Several winding sounds came from inside Spring Bonnie's body, followed by a series of gentle clicks as the animatronic parts secured in place. The back of the suit creaked open, the normally smooth surface folding in at either side to leave plenty of room for a human to climb in. The purple Bonnie forced in the leg he held first, making sure to grip Greg's knee so he couldn't kick. Foxy assisted on the other side, with the Spring Bonnie suit standing as Greg's legs slid inside to ensure she held him properly.
The murderer fought to pull his legs out, but the purple Bonnie pushed firmly against the back of his pelvis, forcing his hips to align with Spring Bonnie's and prevent any further escape attempts. A few metal clicks came from Spring Bonnie, the metal pieces pressing just enough into Greg's legs that trying to pull them out would shred them. Greg tried to pull away as Bonnie and Foxy repeated the process with his arms. His shoulders proved to be too broad to fit into the chest cavity. As a solution, his animatronic captors simply dislocated his shoulders to make them fit the sleeves. They ignored his sharp scream as the back of the suit barely closed around his large chest.
Once the prisoner was situated, Spring Bonnie stood at attention like a tin soldier, keeping Greg bound.
"L-l-l-last chance, Gregory," Bonnie Wickes said. "Where's Freddy?"
"Where you always thought he was," Greg said, coldly.
A small, bitter laugh crackled through the speaker. The game cabinets flickered with code again as the lights above went in and out.
"Then join us among-among the d-d-d-damned."
Vesper disappeared, not wanting to watch the horror. Vanna gasped and covered her mouth with one hand as she watched, and held Mike tightly with the other. Mike looked away and rested his head in the crook of her shoulder, unwilling to watch the gruesome scene unfold. Will crossed his arms and reached up to pull his brim down over his eyes. Neither Chica nor Freddy turned to look, mostly to keep watch over their charges.
It'll be over soon, Chica promised.
He won't hurt anyone else ever again, Freddy said.
Spring Bonnie, now with Greg inside, walked over to pick up the mask. Greg winced and whimpered with each movement against his ill-fitting body. He watched as the golden hands picked up the mask and adjusted it. They forced his own hands to move with them to lift it up over his head and adjust it properly, blocking out his view of the world save for the two silver discs in front of him. He gagged at the stench of dust, rot, and years' old blood. Greg barely kept himself from vomiting.
"T-t-take your last breath, Gregory," Bonnie Wickes ordered, "and savor it, because it's the only-only mercy you get."
He felt the metal pieces Spring Bonnie used to hold him in place wind back, readying to snap. Greg obeyed, sucking in a breath as they quivered with the threat of release. He held it for as long as he could, for the moment he breathed again was the moment he died.
His lungs caved. The metal pieces shifted against his skin. All at once, the entire suit jolted, forcing Greg to scream as sharp metal pieces cut into his body. The Spring Bonnie suit stumbled forward, as though something threw it off balance, and it tried to regain it.
From the prize counter, Vanna gasped and buried her face in Mike's hair, holding him tightly with both hands now. He returned her embrace, then dared to peek up from her arms. Will just turned away, letting Freddy serve as a shield to block his view.
Mike watched the Spring Bonnie suit stagger and try to right itself again. After a long moment, he gently tugged Vanna's sleeve to get her attention and pointed to it. It took another moment for them to realize that Greg's cries held no labor to them, that no blood poured from between the metal joints, that they never actually heard the sound of metal springs breaking through bone.
Spring Bonnie's voice box faltered, sputtering as Bonnie Wickes tried to speak.
"St-st-stop figh-"
It crackled into white noise, preventing her from saying anything else. Now and again, she managed a syllable or two, but the white noise made even those indistinguishable.
Spring Bonnie barely regained its balance, its hands clawing into the sides of its head.
No, came a male voice with an Irish brogue. I won't let you do this!