Disappointed at being left by herself, Princess began putting away the board game and scowled. One piece, two pieces, three pieces, four.
Princess sighed, honestly wanting to go home.
She picked up a set of cards after stacking Pizza Party on top of Monopoly and shuffled the cards. She liked the noise they made. She snapped a rubber band around them.
She tapped a nail on a game box, finding the noise calming after all that craziness.
Princess turned, taking the bobby pins out of her hair. She placed them on the table, taking the orange scrunchies out of her hair.
She fluffed her bangs, calming down for the night.
She loved heels, regularly practiced walking in them even before working for Fazbear's, but damn, they were just killing her!
Princess had to be honest, her feet, while more comfortable bare, looked pretty nasty from years of ballet. She sat and rubbed them, considering just walking home.
The lights flickered out.
Annoyed, Princess stumbled under the string lights and found her flashlight in her bags and turned it on.
Was that breathing she could hear?
She turned and saw a wall of fake fur just inches from her and led the flashlight up higher to see the grinning face of Bonnie the bunny.
"What the?!"
His red eyes leered down at her as he lurched forward with a gurgle.
Princess launched over the table and rolled under it, hoping to find a good hiding place from there.
Princess quickly searched for an opening and a better hiding spot. She flattened herself under the table, fingers tightly pressed against the black and white tiles. Her breath caught when she saw a hatch on the stage.
Princess grinned and baby-crawled as fast as she could, cursing in her head when the door quietly creaked.
Bonnie, who'd had his furry back to her, turned his head, grinning as she quietly snapped the door shut.
Princess hid under the stage.
She listened to her rough breathing, trying to deepen it like Raina taught her to before a performance.
Come to think of it, this was the first year since Raina's death that Princess would perform without her.
A loud thumb made Princess let out a bark as Bonnie's voice leaked from a broken speaker next to her.
Princess's eyes darted to a set of monitors stashed under the stage with her.
Why would these be here?
"Why are you blue? You know I'll be true," Bonnie sang. She could feel him banging on the tiny door she was barricading with her entire body, thumping around as he sang the song of a twisted romantic. "When I make slivers, right out of youuuuu!"
Princess, ignoring the advances, checked the monitors, trying to understand what they could be for. She tried to concentrate as her head grated the low ceiling.
"So good to see you again, my truest of friends," Princess needed a weapon, but she needed to lay low for now. "But now your life must end."
Princess wished she could burst through the door and save the day. Surely the others were encountering something similar?
In her startled jump, Princess's bare foot smacked the clunky keyboard.
An error message flooded a monitor's screen along with loud, crunchy noises and flashing lights.
Access Denied.
Access to what?
This sound and sudden monitor beeping encouraged the fluffy bunny to sing louder, pounding on the door, "What a fine day, to come here and say, your face, I'll filet."
Princess tried to gulp back another scream as the shelter was penetrated with another resounding slam. She lurched forward from the sheer force of a metal rabbit.
Maybe if she put the right code into one of the monitors, the security grate covering the exits would come up?
"What a treat to come here and meet, I'll sing you a song, as your face hits concrete!"
Princess screamed, then gulped. She slammed the door closed and forced her back into it.
Thumps of footsteps, then silence.
He was gone.
She panted, eyes stinging.
Princess rested her head against the door, she closed her eyes, fear subsiding. She crept to the keyboard and typed in the code found upon entering the dining hall by Dollface just minutes ago.
93-78? Or maybe 87-78?
What was the code?! Princess couldn't remember! Maybe it was the door code so that they could leave instead of access to the computers? The rusty metal grates had gone down over the doors outside, meaning that those would have to be compromised in order to escape.
Princess slumped over the keyboard, beeping becoming more frantic as cameras panned over the showstage.
Princess sat still for a few moments, unsure of where to go next. At this point, she wasn't even using the numbers found on a post-it note, just whatever came into her head. Princess stared at the screens left uncompromised in front of her, the monitor still angrily beeping. The views were too blurry and static-filled to be useful.
What was that in the corner moving?
A furry blue-violet fist slammed through the flimsy door, grabbing her with a stifled scream.
"Let go! Let go!" Princess tried to summon another burst of energy but fizzled out as she struggled. Bonnie's fist held tight to her ratty blue hair. The Aqua-Net only made a better grip.
"Let go!" Princess screamed, ripping free from the oversized bunny.
Bonnie looked at the fistful of hair in his phunphur paw, then at Princess.
Bonnie giggled like a little boy who knew he had just done something bad and grabbed the girl by her neck. Princess kicked, just barely breathing and blood seeping down her hair and face like something from a Stephen King horror novel. She could hear gunshots that rattled her eardrums and screaming from somewhere, but she was too busy being dragged to a backroom that smelled like rotting death.
Bonnie leered in her face as he threw her into a suit.
Princess panted, crown left somewhere in the showroom.
Bonnie stuffed her into the suit, then, once satisfied at how his new toy was positioned, tottered into the showroom to wait.
She panted, teeth gritted.
Princess tried to see in the tunnel vision of the suit that smelled like bad breath and cheap cologne and listened to the screaming of her friends just outside the room. Pots and pans crashed to the floor in the kitchen as something blasted away inside the laser tag arena.
She panted, trying to remember what Henry had told her during orientation.
Water and fast movements would activate the springlocks made from discarded pneumatics.
Princess wiggled her fingers, thinking through her plans. The suit had already been stretched around a wooden frame and stuffed with cotton padding, meaning that it was no longer safe to wear as a costume.
Princess began to slowly slip her arm free of the suit, hand barely moving. Her finger hit a trigger.
She twitched, a finger nearly impaled, then heard a series of bangs. She was too late, her arm was ripped to pieces.
She let out a loud cry of pain, realizing that her entire right arm had been impaled with over a dozen pieces of machinery. She could feel the nerve damage setting in as blood trickled from the costume's arm joints, soaking the purple fur.
Most of her remaining skin on that arm was reminiscent of uncooked hamburger meat.
Princess tried to stay still, but a round of what sounded like gunfire sounded from inside the laser tag ring, and she jumped.
Princess let out a howl as her throat was penetrated with a metal rod, eyes skewered by similar mechanical pieces. She could feel as she gurgled a pair of new, plastic eyes cram themselves into the gaping holes in her face. Her teeth tumbled from her mouth, the pressure from a magnetic plate crushing her face.
As blood wildly sprayed in a chorus of snaps and screams, Bonnie watched from the doorway.
When no sounds came, he tapped the rabbit in front of him, jaws unhinging. He cocked his head, ears flopping. He dragged his floppy animatronic twin's body into the hallway and stared.
His mirror lay sprawled on the floor, blood oozing from all openings. He ripped the head to face him and placed a rubbery vinyl faceplate onto the metal skull that now covered his companion's. He stretched it, letting its underplating shape the fleshy skin with rosy red cheeks.
Bonnie patted it, petting the rabbit's fur. It wasn't as soft as the hair he'd ripped out.
"Wake up, it's me," He prodded.
No response. The eyes were wide open and stared at the ceiling, doll-like.
"Are we still friends?"