Hi ho! It's me again! Sorry for the huge delay. I had gotten a part time job here and my time had gotten pretty slim due to holiday shifts being a pain in the ass. I do hope you can forgive!
Anyways, have an updated version of the this chapter! And also, Happy New Year to everyone reading this!
Oh! And also, as a special treat, Chapter 3 (Which is this, duh!) would have three parts to it, this being the first part. So expect to see more delightful, funny or weird moments before we dive deeper into the aftermath of 'The Incident'.
Until then, I'll see you guys next time!
Ciao!
Bonnie sighed as she placed her back against the wall behind her. She squatted down and curled up into a ball, hugging her knees as she had a sad look on her face. Behind her, she could hear the soft breathing of someone she knows, acting very antsy as sounds of button clicks filled the interior. She sighed yet again and looked at the floor to her left, eyeing the small tray full of baked goods that she had made; donuts, cookies, a small pie. She even brought along a cup of his favorite drink.
And yet, no matter what she did, it would all lead up to the same thing, which was currently happening at the moment. Utter rejection.
The door to the inside of the room was closed. As always. Though, she wasn't too surprised. The door has been kept closed every time he was at his shift. No matter how many times Bonnie or the rest of the gang for the matter of fact, they couldn't enter the place. It was just damn near impossible to trick him into opening the door for even the slightest moment. Not with his iPad that was linked to all the security cameras in the building.
There were times when Bonnie had went to coax him out. But as always, words couldn't get to him. And it was quite surprising that all of this happened all because of certain incident. The incident that changed everything.
Mike had heard from a worker that had worked here long before that the restaurant wasn't as great as it seemed to be. He had told Mike that long before, when the chain of restaurants had just started making business, there was a huge fault in the systems of the animatronics back then that sent the world into an uproar. It caused the robots to go haywire, go out of intended protocol and worst of all, had began to attack people at random.
He told Mike that behind the scenes, the one who had worked on the bots, the one who worked on Bonnie and the gang, was the very same that worked on the faulty robots. At first, Mike insisted that all he said was made up, but the man said there was no mistaking it and handed him an actual document of the very same engineer that worked on Bonnie and the gang. Shocked by the evidence, yet still skeptical, Mike demanded what he wanted.
Bonnie was nearby at the time and heard everything the guy spoke. He used to work as a guard at the time as well, both day and night shifts, and he had gotten attacked several times over and over again, barely making it out alive. He showed Mike the scars he bore and told him how the animatronics would attack people due to seeing them as a bare endoskeleton without a proper suit, which was against company protocol at the time. His eyes were cold and dead as he spoke to Mike.
After than, everything else was a blur for Bonnie. She remembered screaming and from out of anger, she attacked the man, much to their surprise.
It all went spiraling downwards after that. The gang had been involved, the man had ran away screaming for his life, but what affected Bonnie the most was that when everything blew over, Mike never saw her the same again. She cried out for him, but the man she loved kept backing away, his fears crawling up his spine as he turned around and ran for the hills.
Bonnie sighed at the memory. She was struck with grief for at least a week when the incident happened and she had, during that long week, reprimanded herself for going berserk. Everything he said was a lie. All of it. And she knew that, but she couldn't help but get mad at how someone would fabricate such things. But what made her snapped was one line that he spoke with dead certainty.
"All of this that you see just a mask. They are all plotting to kill you...Especially the purple one"
The single line.
The god damned line that caused her to go insane. How could he say such a thing?! She would never do such a thing! Never in her entire useful life! She loved Mike for who he was and everything about him. Nothing would give her the thought of killing him...
...
"...I hate myself..." Bonnie softly spoke, he voice was pained as a few droplet of tears fell from her face. She wiped them off and stood up, walking away from the room.
Eventually, the man that came to the restaurant had been caught by the police and was dutifully interrogated until he spilled the beans that every he said was indeed, a lie. But Mike never heard of the report that cam afterwards. He was still concerned about his life around the robots that he had shunned his involvement with any of the robots and gave the management the stink eye.
Bonnie took one last look at the room that her love was in before walking away. She hoped things would turn better. She hoped it would all go back to when everything was like a fairy tale. Especially that one night with Mike...
Especially that one night with Mike...Just the two of them, talking to each other as she was cuddled up in his arms...
=Flashback=
=Thursday: 12:48 PM=
"Alright. Here are your orders, Mr and Mrs Dree. A large, barbecue chicken bonanza with extra cheese, a glass of cold water and Dr Pepper" Bonnie read out the orders from the small slip of paper she was holding as she carefully placed down the pan with the pizza on the table, followed by the drinks. She then eyed the small boy beside his mother and smile as she retrieved a smaller pan from the tray she was holding. "And for little Max, a kid-sized pepperoni pizza with a cold glass of lemonade. Enjoy your meal!" She said with a smile as she casually walked back to where she went.
As she was heading back, her co-worker and friend, Chica, had intercepted her from entering the kitchen, signalling her to turn around. "I have no idea how you do it, Bon. But that family over there looks happier than before" She pointed out as both Bonnie and her watched the family happily eating together. The small kid had managed to spot Bonnie watching them and he stopped his munching for a moment to give her a huge wave, followed by a big smile. It was always heartwarming to see things like this. It never failed to give her a sudden, warm sensation inside of her.
"...-ea. I don't mind at all sir! I practically had nothing else to do back at my home, so I thought I might drop by"
Bonnie's ears twitched as she looked around with eyes wide open. That voice...It was unmistakably familiar to her. But she shook her head and few times, thinking that she must have just been hallucinating. Despite the advancements made to them, Bonnie and her friends were still able to feel 'tired'. This was often due to many different reasons such as their programming suddenly overheating, physical strain to certain parts and even dangerously low charge time. They were still, in more ways than one, robots. Mechanical beings brought to life with sentience. Meaning that errors and faults may occur from time to time.
She still remembered the time when Foxy started to fight objects he called, 'The Sandworms'. He just continued to charge at various objects in the room, yelling pirate profanities at every chance he got. Luckily, it was during their rest period, where they were allowed to sit back and do whatever they wanted. The management had to call in a repairwoman to try and find the problem, to which they found out was a sudden short circuit in his central processing compartment which caused his mind to start shooting out random, and potentially dangerous information around his body.
They all learned their lessons to take it easy after that.
"Hey Bon. You heard that didn't you?" Chica asked, looking at her friend.
So she wasn't hallucinating. Bonnie felt genuinely surprised. "Yea...I thought I just misheard something" Bonnie replied.
"Really, huh?" Chica raised a brow. "Sounds kinda familiar to me. Kind of like that one guy that came here for the interview, I think..." She hummed to herself, seemingly unsure.
Just then, a figure came into view from the doorway to the right. It was a guy, looking somewhere to be in his early to mid 20s, wearing a pair of dark jeans and a red polo shirt with a silver moon design on it and a very faint flag design that bore the colors of the American Flag on the top. He was currently speaking to another person, wearing a very formal brown business suit with a red tie who seemed to be in his early 30s. Both Chica and Bonnie knew the man in the suit, since he was the one in charge of the whole restaurant. But only Bonnie knew who he was speaking to.
It was Mike.
"Hahaha...It's no problem sir. Was kind of surprised when you called me here urgently" Mike said with a small smile.
"You have no idea, Mike" The manager said in a calm manner, though one could easily tell he was relieved from some sort of problem.
"Like I said, it's no problem" Mike replied, lifting his hands up so as to calm his boss down. "I honestly had nothing much to do back at home aside from work on a few projects. But those can be done later" He added, placing his right hand on his pelvis while the other hanging by his side.
"But still, thank you for coming. Sorry for the bother" The prim and proper manager spoke with a smile on his face. "I'll be taking my leave now. I still need to finish up on some more paper work. And after that, I still have to meet with my secretary to discuss about the restaurants finances. It can be a huge headache, I swear" The man sighed, rubbing his forehead. Mike merely chuckled before his boss joined in, his laughter roaring out.
"I know how that feels, sir. Took business as one of my courses back when I was studying before I dropped out and took medicine. I'm not a huge fan of numbers and finances, but it was recommended to me since my dad owns a small business. He wanted me to inherit apparently" Mike let out a sigh.
Bonnie's eyes dilated a little as she stored away the new founded information she had heard. She didn't really know all that much about Mike yet, so small bits as such were really interesting to note. She did want to get closer with him later during the night, but since he was here, she thought that perhaps she could bond a little more with him later on. She sighed as her eyes fixated onto him, her lips curled up at the ends as she could feel heat rising from within her. His laughter was music to her robotic ears and that smile of his often made her feel fuzzy.
"Bonnie...? Yo, Bonnie?" A familiar female voice called out her, snapping her out of the trance that she had gotten herself into. Bonnie looked around confusingly at first, until she realized Chica had been calling her all the while. She had a look of worry on her face, but was negated by the fact that she had one brow raised, sort of looking at her unamused.
"Sorry about that" Bonnie rubbed the back of her head, her ears dropping forward to show her embarrassment.
"Girl, you looked like you were about to overheat. Your face almost looked like a bright tomato!". Chica then placed a wing on her hip as she looked at Bonnie with a more confused look. "What's gotten into you?" She asked, her free wing was opened out in front of her to sign her to spill the beans.
"N-Nothing..." Bonnie replied, stuttering a little as her ears drooped even further. "It's nothing, I assure you!" She added, this time with more determination, as if vehemently trying to deny something.
Chica rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say, 'Mama'. I'll let it slide" She replied, using the nickname that Bonnie had earned, causing said bunny to blush a little.
Just then, the clatter of moving feet could be heard coming their way, causing both of the girls to look at the general direction of where it came from. Bonnie blushed slightly as she knew who was coming their way.
"Hey Bonnie" Mike greeted with a cheerful tone, smiling widely.
"H-Hello...Mike" Bonnie replied meekly, her face now turning slightly crimson. She couldn't help it. The mere thought of Mike would often lead her to remember the vow that they had made that one night. She was finding it hard to compose herself, both in front of her friend and the customers. Not to mention the kids as well.
"Heeeey! I know you!" Chica exclaimed as if finally remembering who he was. "Your that guy I bumped into that other time. You came here before for an interview, yeah?" She asked.
"Yea. A job interview for the night guard post" Mike replied chuckling a little. "Kind of surprised you remembered" He added.
"Of course I remember! You helped me to move around some stuff back then. I tell ya, if you weren't there, the job would have been waaaaay harder" Chica replied, emphasizing on key words to make her statement impact more. "Didn't get your name back then, didn't I? Names Mallory Chica, but folks just call me Chica" She put up her right wing towards him as if asking a handshake.
Mike, who was confused at first, realized what she was doing a while later. He then grabbed it and gave her a firm shake. "Mike. Mike Schmidt. And yea, I was kind of in a hurry back then" He confessed, letting a dry laugh as he rubbed the back of his head.
Bonnie had looked genuinely surprised at the conversation the both of them were having and was now slightly curious. So she decided to pry in a little. "The both of you met each other before?" She had asked, tilting her head slightly to convey her confusion. Both Mike and Chica had turned their heads and promptly looked at her, the both of them nodding almost simultaneously.
"Yep. Mike over here helped me move around some furniture that Freddy asked me to do. I was having huge problems beforehand, since my wings can't really grip onto objects that well" Chica replied, pointing one of her feathers over to Mike. "Sometimes I really envy you, Bonnie. At least you have hands" She whined, puffing her cheeks out in a cute fashion. Both Bonnie and Mike laughed to which Chica followed suit. Their joviality seemed to be infectious as everyone else who seemed to be watching them were chuckling.
After their laughter died down, Bonnie began a new conversation. "So, what brings you here Mike? I wasn't expecting you to be here during the day" Bonnie asked, a very faint tinge of red could be seen on her purple velvety fur. It seemed like she was hopeful of sorts.
"Oh! Well, about that..." Mike started, scratching the back of his head. "Mr Elsworth called me in today due to having not enough employees. Apparently, quite a number had to call in sick or went on leave for personal reasons so he had to call me in with a few others to replace them for a few days" He admitted, causing both Bonnie and Chica to look at each other for a while. It wasn't rare that these things happened, but from the way the manager looked relieved, it seemed to be a big problem for him.
"I'm filling in for a guy named Phillip Herring. I wasn't really informed of what he does during the day so I'm kind of confused as what to do" Mike added, obviously embarrassed by the look on his face.
The moment he said that name, Bonnie's internal memory cache started to whir and she soon recalled who he was. "Oh! I can help you with that" Bonnie said, catching the attention of Mike. "He normally works as the security guy during the day but I often see him zip around from place to place every once in a while. I guess you can find what you need to do in the office" She suggested, causing Mike to hum.
"Hmmm...Alright then. I'll be off then!" Mike gave them a small wave of a hand as he turned around and started to walk away. Before he was completely gone from sight, he turned around for a moment and faced Bonnie and Chica, giving them as smile. "Thanks for the chat! And thanks for the info Bonnie! I'll see you girls later!". And with that, he turned and left the room from the same corridor he came from.
Chica smiled. The guy was definitely nice. Rather handsome too and smiled a lot. She was beginning to like him a bit more.
"Say Bonnie...What do you thin-.." Chica said at first, turning her head to face her friend, only to stop half way. Bonnie had a droopy smile on her face with her cheeks now visibly crimson. She gave a loving sigh as she placed a hand on her face before promptly closing her eyes, as if letting her imaginations run wild. Chica, on the other hand, looked mildly concerned at her friend's obviously different behavior. "Uhhh...Bonnie? Are you ok?" Chica asked, waving a wing on front of her face and repeatedly hitting her on the face when she realized the first action was doing nothing.
"H-Huh! Wh-Whazat!?" Bonnie exclaimed, slurring a slight bit of her words together.
Chica raised a brow in questioning. "Are you sure you're all right?" She asked, pointing a feather in her direction. "Cos from the way I saw how you looked, it seems like you..." She said, placing emphasis on the word 'you'. "...are not telling me something I need to now"
Bonnie's ears stood upright as her eyes dilated. "N-N-Nothing! R-Really!" Bonnie exclaimed, having a hard time trying not to stutter. Her face was incredibly flushed now, which probably came from her sudden embarrassment. "U-U-Uhhhh...I...I...I n-nearly for-forgot!" She said, as if she remembered something she nearly forgot. "Uhhh...F-Freddy called me earlier and wanted to see me! I..Uhh...Should get going now!"
Chica was now confused. But before she could even mutter a single word, Bonnie had already started high tailing it, leaving Chica dumbfounded and rooted to the floor. "H-Hey!" She shouted, trying to call her out, but she was gone, her form disappearing when she took a left from the doorway. Chica sighed, placing a wing on her head and scrunched her face. Ever since Mike had came into the Fazbear Family, she had been acting strange every once in a while, which only grew worst when she was around with him. And during the night, Chica would find Bonnie with Mike in the security office most of the time.
She then crossed her wings and hummed, her eyes closed with her mind in deep thought. 'Perhaps the reason for this might be...that she likes him?' She asked herself, but she shook her head and dispelled it. That was apparent. Mike was a nice and helpful guy, so it wasn't too big of a surprise. Besides, she too like him. 'Then maybe...Something more?' She asked yet again, finding herself silent. Maybe...
Bonnie did seem a little lonely before Mike came into the picture. And she kept muttering to herself something about an emptiness that was inside of her.
...
"Nah!" Chica exclaimed, waving her hand in front of her as if trying to dispel some bad smoke. "Bonnie's never the one to take initiative over those kinds of things. Even if she did, she's too meek" Chica spoke to herself out loud, chuckling a little before shrugging her shoulders. "Oh well! Still need to help out in the kitchen" She said to no one in particular as she surveyed the sea of customers sitting down, standing up or walking about.
Just then, a small explosive sound popped into existence, causing everyone to look around worriedly. A trail of black smoke that came from the doorway heading to the kitchen had slowly creeped its way to the ceiling of the main hall, causing everyone to gasp. Not too long afterwards, a loud shriek followed by the exclamation of a certain individual had caused Chica's eyes to dilate.
"AHHHHHH! MY CAKE!"
Chica sighed as she gritted her beak together. She slapped her face with one of her wings before rushing over to the kitchen, whispering to herself that, "If my sister did something stupid I will bathe her in hot oil"
Everyone else who was looking at the speedy hen zoom by looked on worriedly, but gave off a sigh of relief. They all reminded themselves that it was nothing to be worried about, just that Chica's sister had screwed up ever so slightly.
Just ever so slightly.
=Meanwhile=
"Alright...just a few more sheets of paper..." Mike muttered to himself as he scribbled down the address code of the restaurant on a sheet of paper.
When Mike had left the room, he headed straight to the security office to check on whatever job he needed to do. Unluckily for him, the was a post it note pasted onto the security table which told him what to do. It was a list, going from 1 to 7. The guy was kind enough to write down instructions on how to do every single thing he had to do, from moving some boxes from which room to which to refurbishing the bulletin board just outside the room. Currently, he was on task 5, which he had to fill in some notes from the public about things such as food, safety of both the adults and the kids and stuff of the likes. Luckily though, there were some which gave Mike a good chuckle, so the time that passed by wasn't too excruciating.
"Let's see...Blah blah blah...Kids running around, yadda yadda yadda...Making a ruckus as well as a mess in the hallway heading to the toilets. Some had deliberately used crayons to draw on the walls, which would make for some unsightly graffiti" Mike read out the paper he held on. He hummed, thinking of a way to handle this. Perhaps make a sign that restricts kids from doing things in that corridor? "Ah well...I can ask my boss about this later" Mike said out loud, remembering that if he ever had problems, he could always consult with the manager.
Just then, a knock came from the right window of the room. Mike turned to look and found Bonnie standing outside, a small smile plastered onto her face. Mike grinned before standing up and walking over to the door, turning the knob and opening it. Next thing he knew, a purple bullet shot by and impacted him dead on his chest, causing him to stagger back. It had took all his will power to not get knocked down by the sheer force.
"Ughh...The hell Bonnie?!" Mike asked, gritting his teeth as he rubbed his head to try and ease the ringing pain. He felt his chest tighten slightly and looked down, seeing that Bonnie was giving him a hug. Despite the annoyance he had from the sudden event, he couldn't help but smile as Bonnie had buried her face into his chest, taking in a huge whiff before exhaling. Her body shook slightly, as if relishing his scent.
"Sorry...honey" Bonnie said happily, using the pet name that she had given him during that night.
As soon as she said that single word, every last ounce of anger he had from her at that point had vanished. He soon wrapped his arms around her rubbed the back of her head soothingly. "It's alright...dear" Mike replied softly, placing his face on top of her head, finding himself smelling the lavender aroma that seemed to radiate from her glossy hair. "I was just surprised...Just don't do that again, please?" Mike pleaded, letting go of his arms around her and placing his hand on her cheeks, bringing her face up so that she was looking straight at him.
As he stared into her magenta colored irises, he notice her give off a warm and pleasant smile, which caused him to smile in return. Bonnie removed her arms around him and placed a hand on one of his, her eyes never moving an inch. She moved her head closer to his, and his to hers, until finally their lips had made contact with each other. They both closed their eyes, relishing the taste each other as they felt like they were in heaven. But as quickly as it came, Bonnie retracted her head from his. They both opened their eyes and stared at each other once more before Bonnie finally spoke.
"Alright"
Bonnie said softly with a smile before she dived her head back in and gave him another kiss, which Mike returned the favor.
