"Gotta say, I don't think I'll ever get over how life-like the animatronics here are. Makes you wonder how much programming it takes for them to interact with almost every possible social interaction."
"Maybe the secret is that they're not actually robots, but costumed performers in robot suits."
"No, have you seen some of the things they've done? They're either robots or superhuman."
"Kinda wish they were performers since a part of me wants to ask the bunny girl out."
"Upgraded from Lola Bunny, huh?"
"Shut up."
"The way you're thinking right now, you'd be disappointed when the costume comes off since you prefer the persona than the person beneath the façade."
"Geez, it was just an invasive thought."
"Better keep your distance from the bunny girl for a whole then; I can't see close physical proximity ending well for you right now."
Two workers had just finished their shift and are leaving for home. Unbeknownst to them, someone was listening to their conversation from the ventilation system above them.
Sitting alone in one of her favorite secret methods of travel, Spring-Bonnie fiddled with her long golden ears and repeatedly poked her arms.
"Human performers in a robot costume…? Do some people actually think that's what we may be?"
Stewing on that for a minute, the golden bunny girl ultimately decided to shrug and move on. The workers were already gone and they seemed to be the last of the employees tonight.
They were pretty cute though…
A blissful smile filled her face, and her cheeks were faintly glowing red.
"Still… This is pretty much all, huh? Hmmm… Ah well, time to go."
Spring-Bonnie continued her daily pilgrimage through the ventilation system before finally reaching an entrance without a cover. Slowly and catiously, she stuck her head through the opening and looked around.
In this dimly lit room, she could saw boxes and many tools meant to help carry them around.
"There's no one in here."
Hearing that voice, Spring-Bonnie couldn't help but smile. She looked up at the figure now standing next to her and joked, "Guess you don't count as someone, Fredbear?"
There was a curious look on Fredbear's face as she watched her sister slide out into the Loading Bay and excitedly hop on her feet.
"Speaking of which, how'd you get here before me again?" Spring-Bonnie questioned. "I've never really seen you move fast outside of performances that require speed."
"I just made my way here. That's all." Fredbear replied in her usual quiet tone.
"Seriously? If we were ever racing, then I'd call you out for cheating somehow."
Fredbear didn't offer a response this time. With a blank look on her face, she turned and looked around.
"We should get going," she said.
"Alright, Alright…" Spring-Bonnie relented.
On a certain spot in the Loading Bay, there was a button. That button would not work no matter how many times one of the workers pressed it.
It was a special button that only worked for those with permission to.
"After you, Sis," Spring-Bonnie encouraged.
With just a simple gaze from Fredbear, the button lit up. She pressed the button, causing a secret entrance in the wall to open. As they walked through, the entrance slowly closed behind them.
"And now we're officially clocked out," Spring-Bonnie said yawn.
"Why are you pretending to yawn?" Fredbear asked.
"Why not? Seems right after another eventful day of work."
"It wasn't any different from any other day."
"Every day's an eventful day when we're involved."
"Speaking of eventful and involved, why have you been doing that thing you've been doing lately?"
Curiosity filled Spring-Bonnie as she asked, "What thing?"
"That thing with adult human males that you do. Henry called it 'flirting'."
"Why?" Spring-Bonnie's face lit and she rested it on her hands. Well 1): Because there are a lot of cute guys that come here are really cute and 2): They flirt with me."
The two soon stopped in front of a pair elevator doors and Spring-Bonnie pressed a button next to them.
"I don't understand this 'flirting' thing," Fredbear admitted. "Is it supposed to be some part of the human copulation ritual? If that's the case, I don't understand why they would do that with you."
"Hang on… Are you saying I'm not worth flirting with?!"
"If it's part of the human mating process, I don't understand why a human would engage in it with a highly advanced robotic being, especially one that's in the guise of an anthropomorphic golden bunny."
"Does something like that even matter?" Spring-Bonnie pouted. "Besides, haven't humans been flirting with you too?"
"I don't get it… This 'flirting' thing…"
At that very moment, the elevator doors opened, prompting the two to step inside.
"It's not that difficult to get. Maybe I should give you a crash course of the things I've learned about from watching the customers," Spring-Bonnie offered.
"No thank you. I'm not really interested in human copulation."
"Not that… There's many other things you ought to learn about humans. I mean, there's only so much Henry can teach us."
With a tired sigh, Spring-Bonnie crossed her arms and closed her eyes. She heard the doors shut behind them and could feel car being pulled down.
"And after that I tried to pry some information from her about always showing up to places before me when it comes to stealth."
She opened her eyes, taking in the surprised stares of her fellow animatronics.
"Fredbear really didn't know what flirting was back then?" BB asked.
"She knew what it was, she just didn't get the point of it between us and the customers. She actually responded pretty awkwardly to it at first. That's what happens when you're the first and aren't given a crash course on human behavior."
Mike adjusted his cap as he pondered that that story. Picking up flirting… Hmm.
"But hey, don't forget you all were pretty awkward around humans at first," Spring-Bonnie continued with a knowing smile. "No matter how much you tried to hide it."
"It was pretty weird back then…" Bonnie agreed. "Waking up and then being handed a job in front of so many people was kind of confusing."
"Though we did pick up on flow of it pretty quickly for the most part," Chica acknowledged.
To Mike, it sounded like a mother bird urging their young to fly. Either they're ready to fly or they will fall and suffering an unceremonious end.
But considering their initial purpose, perhaps the latter wasn't a real worry. But that would be ignoring the fact that they're alive as anyone else and thus suffer from any worries and doubts anyone would. Could their newborn status be the thing that kept any negatives of the entertainment business from happening in the first place?
The moment he finished that thought, Mike felt someone tapping on his shoulder. Marionette was standing next to him, her face glowing with interest.
"Does that sound different from what humans go through when they are born, Mike?" she asked.
"I'm not exactly sure of the psychology of the growing child, but I'm fairly certain that humans are always learning from the moment they are born. That's why when we are old enough to have expectations set on us, we're usually able to function enough to perform basic tasks as we learn to meet those expectations."
"Huh, so we've had it worse than most new borns… Figures," Spring-Bonnie playfully whined.
"But I guess that's why Henry wanted us to be good and gentle with the visiting children…" Mangle thought aloud. "So that they don't pick up any bad habits from is."
Words such as those would have usually caused a pause for thought, but any chance of that happening was stripped away the moment the the elevators door opened, revealing another dimly lit hallway.
Mike felt like his mind should be wondering where this new path leads, but instead, something on the elevator floor caught his eye.
"That's right, we don't arrive right at it…" BB mused.
Just as Mike realized what it was that he found on the ground, he felt BB's arm wrap around his.
"Come on, we're almost there!"
Before he had a chance to respond, Mike was quickly pulled out of the elevator and dragged into a dim and narrow corridor. Before long, he found himself stepping into a dark room.
"BB?"
The excited animatronic girl that dragged him into the darkness was no longer holding on to him.
Suddenly, a bright light illuminated the room. It stung a little, but Mike was somewhat used to dramatic changes in lightning.
The moment his eyes had finally adjusted, Mike was finally able to get a clear look at his surroundings.
In the center of the notably large area was a couch and a few inches from him was a large TV hanging on the wall. Other notable points on the wall were hand made drawings, various posters and paintings that were directly etched into the wall.
He then noticed a hook embedded into part of the wall. A rope was tightly wrapped around the end and, following the rope down with his eyes, Mike found a hammock hanging in the air next to a dusty bookcase.
He then turned his gaze to the floor. It was littered with video games, DVDs, board games and other miscellaneous items.
"This is…"
BB jumped in front of him and announced, "Welcome to the Fazbear Underground Resistance Camp!"
"Nay!" Foxy's voice filled the room as she jumped over the two and into the hammock. "We're in Fazbear's cove.
The tranquil look on Foxy's face quickly vanished the moment she heard what sounded like tearing sheets. Before long, she fell through the hammock and landed on a row of pillows.
From the corner of his eyes, Mike could see a hand outstretched towards Foxy.
"We have a name?" Marionette wondered aloud.
"I'm pretty sure we've never agreed on one," Freddy recalled.
"Wrong," Spring-Bonnie chimed in. "There is a name for this area, you all just kept ignoring it."
"What was it again?" Bonnie queried. "I can't remember."
"Golden Stars' Retreat."
"I doubt Fredbear agreed to that," Freddy replied.
"Fredbear didn't care, she just didn't understand why our room needed a name. Anyway…" Spring-Bonnie turned her gaze to Mike. With a giant smile, she gave an ecstatic, "Welcome to our old room, Mike."
Mike didn't offer a response to that warm greeting. His mind filled with various thoughts, Mike continued to look around, taking note of additional corridors and the blankets resting in front of them.
A secret underground series of tunnels and rooms…
"Miiiike?"
"Hm?"
The moment he was brought back to reality, Mike found Spring-Bonnie standing in front of him with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"First time in a girl's room, Mike, let alone several?"
"Would the stages upstairs meet that requisite?" Mike questioned.
"Urk-! Uhm…"
As Spring-Bonnie continued to fumble over her words, Mike instinctively approached an image of a clown painted on the wall before him. Before he knew it, his right hand was already tightly placed against it.
A place to yourself away from all prying eyes and making it clear that it's your own…
"Something catch your eye, Mike?" Freddy asked.
"…I was just thinking that this area is like the club houses kids sometimes wished they had."
"Our old room is like a clubhouse?" BB wondered aloud.
"You thought it was like that, remember?" Chica pointed out.
"Eh, that merriment didn't last forever," Spring-Bonnie said with a shrug.
"Have you ever had a clubhouse, Mike?" Bonnie asked.
Mike shook his head. "I'm fairly certain I haven't. I vaguely recall my friend and I wanting to do that back then but, like a lot of things, it hasn't come into fruition."
"Is that the same person from your dreams you never see?" Marionette questioned.
"Maybe… I think they might be."
"Are you talking about the same person who helped you as a kid?" Mangle asked.
"…Yes. They were my friend; my one and only friend as a kid."
"What happened to them?" Freddy asked.
Mike solemnly shook his head.
"…I don't know, I can't really remember much about them. What their name was, what they looked like; I just can't recall any of those facts. All I can remember is fragmentary at best and hardly ever concrete. Really, sometimes it feels like I only remember through feelings of nostalgia because no matter how I try to, that mist that hides those memories, I can never see through."
Mike sighed before looking back at the others. To his great surprise, their faces were all filed with sorrow.
I may have said too much at the wrong time again…
"You really can't remember someone that close to you?" Bonnie asked.
"I don't . It's been suggested that I might be locking them away myself and sometimes I wonder whether or not I should be even try to remember or not?"
"Wow, not remembering someone that close to you…" Spring-Bonnie shook her head. "I don't think I could bear with that myself."
Once again, Mike didn't offer a word in response. Taking note of this, Spring-Bonnie slowly approached Mike and loudly slammed her hands against the wall, locking Mike in between them.
Looking him square in the eye, a familiar smile soon crossed the golden animatronic's face. "…Kiss me."
"Pardon?"
One of many social phrases Mike never thought he would have directed at him, just hearing left him utterly befuddled.
"Come on, what's wrong with kissing while you're so down right now? I guarantee that it'll cheer us both up."
"Ah… I've n- I don't think…"
Mike could feel his his heart racing as Spring-Bonnie's face inched closer to his own.
"Just one kiss…"
Spring-Bonnie closed her eyes as she leaned in closer. She stopped suddenly and giggled.
"Knew it."
She opened her eyes and quickly looked to her left. As she expected, Mike had quickly escaped from her grasp.
"Knew that would get you out of your funk," she said with a wink. "Bet you're not feeling nowhere near upset now."
"That's… not wrong."
The smile on Spring-Bonnie's face grew bigger upon seeing Mike's flustered face."Good, no frowny faces on my tour."
"Since when did this become your tour?" Freddy playfully challenged.
"Since I'm oldest and most knowledgeable of the whole Fazbear initiative, plus…" Spring-Bonnie jumped up and pulled down a map. "I have a map."
"Do we really need a map for down here though?"
"Hey, don't discount our little sister's work."
"It's fine," Mangle assured them. "I only made this one for completionist's sake and because Foxy suggested that I should."
"When ye make a map, always make it as reliable as possible," Foxy proclaimed.
"Oh wow, it forgot you drew the slides from Marionette's locked boxes," BB admired.
"And then there's the lifts from our stages," Bonnie pointed. "Remember when we used to use those for emergency exits?"
"You mean our 'spontaneous malfunctions'?" Chica giggled.
"I've tried that before, but it didn't really go well…" Marionette lamented. "Sadly, that kind of movement is expected from a puppet. At least, I have the slides."
"Sometimes I wish my ride down was a slide…" Foxy thought aloud.
"You would definitely surf down it like you were grinding on something," Freddy chuckled.
"That's sounds so fun!" BB gushed. "Can we get slides instead?"
"Wouldn't the lift place need to be moved if we changed it into a slide?" Bonnie questioned.
"And wouldn't it be better if it's a simple lift?" Mangle added. "I really think that we'll get tired of a slide after a while."
"Who'd get tired of slides?" BB gasped.
"I actually got a little tired of them. Being forced to take a quick escape when not needing to take one can get tedious," Marionette admitted.
"Actually, should we get slides for my room?" BB mused.
"Are you planning on slingshotting off it?" Freddy questioned.
"On to soft things," BB defended.
"Nay, if you want the true experience, then you need to be fired out of a cannon," Foxy explained.
"I didn't get to do that for the circus act!" BB whined. "When's the next one?"
"You know, BB, I get the feeling that if we ever do that again, we wouldn't be allowed the cannon firing act again…" Freddy said.
"But that was a freak accident and it looked so fun…" BB lamented.
"Speaking of events, when's the next gaming tournament?" Bonnie wondered.
"Looking forward to crushing the competition again?" Chica asked.
"I don't know if it'll turn out that way."
"When you can beat arcade games in a unstable overclock mode, I think crushing the competition is fairly expected," Freddy said with a chuckle.
"That and you've never lost one here," BB added. "The only video games I've seen you lose are ones that are completely RNG or motion controlled which kinda fits with the first but in real life."
"I don't know… Sometimes it feels like motion-controlled fails are my fault," Bonnie admitted.
"I don't think you should be using Wii baseball as an example, Bonnie," Freddy argued. "The AI there seems pretty sporadic."
"Maybe they're like us, and are secretly alive," BB suggested.
"Like a Toy Story thing?" Mangle proposed.
"Well, we're kind of a Toy Story thing," Bonnie pointed out.
"You ever think we'll see other animatronics that are secretly alive like us," BB wondered aloud.
"I'm fairly certain it will be like that one episode from My Life as a Teenage Robot," Chica brought up.
"You mean the one with the Disney World parody? That made me temporarily question the nature of my existence for a while," Bonnie said with a shiver.
"Funny enough, another episode showed that other robots did have the possibility for free will if they were allowed the opportunity," Freddy recalled.
"But weren't those made by genius scientist compared to entertainment animatronics?" Chica pointed out.
"Whatever the case, it wasn't until the special where we see robots as advanced and lively as Jenny and they were aliens. Really makes you think we're they came from."
"GUYS!" Spring-Bonnie's voice echoed throughout the make-shift room. "What the heck; first it looked like you were going to point out everything on the map before I got a chance to do so and now we've all gone off on a strange tangent to almost every subject off the top of our heads.
I like a good conversation like the rest but one of us has to clock out eventually."
"Sorry, Spring-Bonnie," Bonnie apologized.
"Geez… You guys already covered pretty much most of it, but I'll try to wing it…
Spring-Bonnie cleared her throat and focused her gaze on Mike.
"Once upon a time, there was a man with a dream; a dream to bring entertainment to the world. To realize that dream, he worked tirelessly in order to create the ultimate entertainment lifeforms. Well, he got Fredbear and me, so close enough.
After becoming popular and making money that man invested some of it for this underground space you stand in now. To the world, it's simply the place to store things at. In reality, that's pretty much what it became.
There were plans for stairs, but that was too much temptation. So other than the makeshift room we all ended up sharing as more of us came, there isn't really much down here. You've kinda seen the main event first… weshouldnothavetakentheloadingdockelvatordownhere."
"You gotta admit, Spring-Bonnie, the hype was purely the fact we were showing Mike something secret. Your presentation was nice, though," Freddy consoled.
"Ugh… I guess there's is the memorabilia, but I get the feeling that's not going to impress. There's also those other rooms but we don't have access to them. Especially irritating that we don't have access to what's pretty much our hospital room."
"Hospital? You mean that the room where repairs would be made…?" Mike asked.
"It's been sealed off forever. Just another forbidden room…" Spring-Bonnie sighed.
"I see."
"To be fair, we've never actually had free access to the repair room anyway," Bonnie explained. "Henry didn't want us to do something that would hurt ourselves."
"You do one thing and it's held over everyone's head forever…" Spring-Bonnie said with a pout.
"Not like it's a place we should like going to…" Freddy argued.
"Still… It's what it represents," Spring-Bonnie fumed. "Really, we should figure out how to do stuff in there considering Henry isn't interested in that 90% of the time."
"Then let's go inside and see what we can work with!" Foxy loudly declared.
"How? We can't get in there."
A knowing smirk was on Foxy's face, shocking her elder sister. "Once again you underestimate Captain Foxy."
"You… You know the password to get in there, Foxy!?" Spring-Bonnie exclaimed.
Foxy let out a hearty laugh and she tightly grasped Mike's free hand. "To the relief room!"
With that, she dragged Mike down one of the corridors, quickly vanishing from sight.
"…That can be interpreted so many way…" Freddy mumbled under her breath.
"Foxy and BB can drag Mike around just fine, but when I do just, it's bad?" Spring-Bonnie groaned.
"What are you waiting for mateys; secrets abound!" Foxy yelled back.
By the time the rest caught up with them, Foxy was already fiddling with a keypad housed next with one of the many familiar metal doors. Soon after she was finished, the doors slowly opened.
"Whoa, you really did know how to get in there, Foxy!" BB marveled.
"Now let's see what secrets that were left behind in dis' here hideout," Foxy declared with a grin.
"Is there really secrets in the repair room, Foxy?" Marionette asked.
"Why else would Henry seal it?" Foxy pointed out.
"What Bon-Bon said before?" Freddy hypothesized.
"Only one way to verify it," Foxy gleefully said before dashing into the room.
A bright light soon spilled out of the room as if inviting the others in. Naturally, the others accepted that invitation.
It was the moment when Mike followed them inside that he understood the true reason why Spring-Bonnie referred to it as hospital.
I'm surprised though… I would think she'd consider this a abandoned hospital.
Aside from the bright light, the room he was standing in resembled every abandoned hospital he's ever encountered in fiction. There were empty drawers barely hanging on their hinges, papers spread across the floor and dust covering almost everything it could.
I wonder what could have happened here.
The crumbled down aesthetic of the area sent chills down his spine. Was it really the look of the room? Was it the ominous atmosphere and where he currently stood? Mike couldn't really tell, but something caused him to feel unease.
There's not going to be another bucket of glue with my name on it again, is there?
Just thinking that increased the dread Mike felt. For some reason, it reminded him of what he felt upon stumbling across a clown drawing in his dreams. It reminded him of-
"Dust, dust and even more dust." Mike watched Spring-Bonnie spin around on an operating chair, creating a whirlwind of dust.
"Hm."
It was strange, seeing everyone else curiously inspect a dilapidated room inspired him to at least move around.
However, the second he took that first step, Mike felt something brush against his foot. Mike curiously looked down and saw what he could only describe as a small mass of tentacles.
What's this?
As he reached for it, another hand picked it up first. There was a blank expression on Marionette as she eyed the mass.
"Oh," Spotting the faint glimmer of interest in Mike's eyes, she held the mass out for him to see. "This my old hand."
"Your hand?" Mike glanced at the hands holding what Marionette claimed to be her old hand.
"Mm-hmm. I didn't always look the way that I do now."
Mike kept his mouth shut. He was pretty sure that nothing he could say in response would be correct or at the very least, nothing he could think of or properly verbalize.
"See?"
Marionette led Mike to a wall that held images of the girls.
Blueprints? Should I really be looking at these?
"Right here."
Marionette guided Mike's attention towards a photo that rested next to her own blueprint.
What he saw barely resembled the Marionette he knew now. He saw long tendril like fingers, empty eye sockets and an unnerving smile. Her hair was also very messy and unkempt.
"Hm."
Peeking back at Marionette, it was clear that his calm disposition was not the reaction she was expecting.
"You're not shocked?" Marionette marveled.
"Not really."
The puppet inspired animatronic cocked her head in surprise. But before another word could be said, Foxy's landed in between them.
"Anyone find anything yet?" she asked.
"I found Henry's Tape Player," Bonnie announced.
"He really didn't care for more contemporary music alternatives, did he?" Freddy recalled.
"Maybe he cleared out everything we'd consider interesting here," Bonnie suggested.
"Only one way to find out!" Foxy declared before continuing the search.
"Honestly, considering everything, I'm surprised we even found his tape recorder," Freddy admitted.
"Maybe he just forgot it?" Bonnie theorized.
Once again remaining silent, Mike suddenly found himself looking back at the blueprints.
Should I really be looking at these? Would this possibly equate to looking at elicit photographs?
No sooner than that thought crossed his mind, Mike found himself drawn to a blueprint depicting Spring-Bonnie. There was something about it that filled Mike with curiosity and potential shame.
"Geez, Mike," From the corner of his eyes, Mike watched as Spring-Bonnie stepped beside him. "You keep staring at my blueprint like that and I'm gonna get flustered."
Mike rubbed the back of his neck amid Spring-Bonnie's giggles.
"Actually…"
Mike looked back at the blueprint and, against his better judgment, placed his hand over the drawing's chest, leaving the golden bunny puzzled by the sudden action.
"Um, Mike, is there something you need to tell me?"
Accepting that words were pointless in this situation., Mike gently pried the blueprint from the wall and reached behind it. Retracting his hand, Mike held out a rectangular object for all to see.
"A cassette tape?"
Spring-Bonnie eyed the tape for a full minute then shifted her gaze to her blueprint. She then looked back at the tape then back at her blueprint.
"…Was there seriously a cassette tape behind my blueprint's chest?" Spring-Bonnie sputtered. "I don't know how to feel about that."
"Aha!" Foxy was in front of Mike in a flash and lifted Mike's hand up. "A hidden object almost in plain sight!"
"Why would there be a cassette tape hidden behind Spring-Bonnie blueprint?" Freddy asked aloud.
"I know why…" Spring-Bonnie muttered.
She rolled her eyes as she recalled all the times she asked to listen to her creator's old cassette tapes, only to be rebuffed every time.
"He started hiding them and he tried to hide them in a place I wouldn't think off…" A devious smirk appeared on the trembling's bunny's face as she slowly retrieved the tape from Mike. "I finally get to listen to one of these!"
Spring-Bonnie wasted no time inserting the tape into the tape recorder and eagerly pressed play.
After a few seconds of static, the room was soon filled with a familiar voice.
"June 26th, xxxx.
My name is Henry and this is the first entry of my personal log or at least my new set for this part of my life. I'm currently drawing up designs for our principal performers.
'Principal', I say that as if I can afford more than Fredbear and Spring-Bonnie. If this doesn't work, I'm… I would be the worst father to do this to my daughter. Well, it's not as if I already sunk my money into this yet.
Either way, I'm currently continuing to work on the initial sketches. I have to say, I don't even know how I was convinced to go with such large breasts on the entertainment, especially Spring-Bonnie's."
"Haven't heard complaints before…" Spring-Bonnie muttered. "And you made Chica's pretty big too…"
"I have to admit, I didn't really think this would work out the way that it did. When the initial sketches were made for the two of them… Spring-Bonnie wouldn't like to hear me say this, but I thought bunnies were played out."
"What…?" Spring-Bonnie moaned.
"Played out? Does that really mean I'm cliché?" Bonnie fretted.
"Bunnies were too expected as mascot animal characters. It's almost a cliché."
"Oh…" Bonnie hung her head in defeat.
"Though she changed my mind on that. She has her own energy that sets her apart from other rabbit icons. Granted, I can't help but wonder if that has anything to do with that flirting habit she's picked up. All of a sudden, she can't help but start flirting with the male customers. I tried to explain to her that she can't do that for several reasons, but it goes in one floppy ear and out the other.
Besides that, she's great with the customers and knows how to liven things up.
Then there's Fredbear. She's a real paradox that one. When performing, she's has the visage of an idol, but when offstage she's really confused and curious. Spring-Bonnie picked up on human habits and social norms pretty quickly and while Fredbear understands that she has to abide by them, she doesn't seem to really 'get it'.
Just the other day I had to explain the purpose of flirting with her. It's understandable that she wouldn't get any of this all things considered, I guess I just expected her to pick up on things as quickly as Spring-Bonnie has.
But she'll get there one day. I know she will. Those two are special and not just because I somehow stumbled my way into giving them life.
Ah, I better end things here before Spring-Bonnie rushes in here after a hard day's work. I still have to figure out whether or not it's actually feasible to… 'Create more?' 'Bring more to life?' ...I'm not really sure what the most sensitive phrase would be and that's assuming I can actually stumble upon that achievement again.
Well, we'll get to that when we get to that…
…I wonder what the next design should be."
With those final words, the tape came to an end. The room was filled with silence as if no one knew what to say.
Spring-Bonnie approached the tape recorder and retrieved the tape from it.
"That was so important that he needed to hide it behind my blueprint's breasts?" she said, bemused. "We've totally got jibbed on this treasure hunt."
With a shrug, Spring-Bonnie casually walked out of the room without another word.
There was a distinct heavy atmosphere that hung over everyone after her sudden departure. Mike recognized what it was and once again could emphasize with what caused it.
…
….
…
….
"Special…"
Fredbear's doubtful voice echoed throughout the quiet space she occupied.
"What's on your mind now-?"