Chapter 3

Ken sneezed again, making it the third time in a minutes. "Are you okay? I think you're sick…" Bonnie said as he put an arm around Ken. "I'm fine," Ken responded, "I'm fine." Bonnie took note of the way Ken was shivering. "Let me go get you a blanket." Bonnie responded as he walked off. Shit, It's so cold. Why the hell is it so cold? Bonnie returned and placed the blanket around Ken's shoulders, causing him to jump. "Don't worry, we're not going to hurt you. Remember?"

Bonnie sat back down next to him on the stage. "My name's Bonnie, in case you didn't know." Bonnie paused. "You….Don't trust us do you?" Bonnie asked quietly. Ken didn't bother looking in his direction as he quickly replies "Not exactly, No." Bonnie sighed. "What can I do to prove to you that we're not going to hurt you?"

"Nothing at the moment. But if you're going to kill me, do it when I'm not looking please." Ken asked politely. "K-kill you? Why would I or, for that matter, anyone want to kill you?" Bonnie asked, distress in his voice. "I don't know, and I don't want to know." Ken stated coldly. "Well you don't have to worry about that. None of us are out to get you."

An Idea popped into Bonnie's head. "Wait here." He said as he went backstage to grab something. Ken waited patiently, and pondered how he would get out of the pizzeria. So far they didn't seem to attempt to hurt him or do anything of the such, but you couldn't be too certain. Ken looked towards the door. He could make a bolt for it, but once again, if he fucked up that was it. Game over. Upon closer inspection, he realized there was no way he was actually getting out. Snow piled on the door, causing it to mostly seem white. Great, snowed in. Damn blizzard. He wrapped the blanket even harder around him just thinking about the cold. Bonnie appeared behind Ken, carrying something in his hand. "Is that-"

"Yeah, a guitar." Bonnie finished Ken's sentence for him. "Don't you remember? I play it all the time. I even played you a special song on your 5th birthday! There were no words though. You don't remember?" Bonnie asked in disbelief. Ken shook his head. "How is that possible if I've never been here? I seriously think you guys might have me confused with another kid. Once you realize you've got the wrong guy, I'm food for the fishes."

"We have technology that allows us to remember each childs face. It's special, to help the kids feel like we were there friends. We were, don't get me wrong, but it helped to have the facial recognition. See? I do recognize you, you're in my databanks. You may be older but you've gotten all of the visual components."

"So that's how you knew my name? But I've never been here, I promise you. Seriously, If I have, I don't remember it. I'm sorry, Bonnie." Ken stated. Bonnie looked sad for a moment. "Oh….Wait! Maybe if I play you the song on your birthday, you might remember?" He asked. "Er, go for it I guess."

Bonnie sat up, now prioritizing a new objective. He began to tune his guitar to a certain tune. Once all his strings were tuned, he looked at Ken. Instantly his hands began to strum the guitar, playing a melody that started at very quiet, before growing louder. Soon, there was a beat that began to pick up in speed and sound.

The song's strums were perfectly in sync with each other, creating a beautiful melody that had really upbeat parts and strums that seemed to create a sense of peace. After the upbeat parts, it came down, still rocking but calmer at the same time. It then prepared for the upbeat part before repeating again.

Bonnie played passionately, hoping to get Ken to remember the animatronics. Ken seemed to enjoy the tune, as he was closing his eyes and nodding his head to the melody. Bonnie continued to play the music, and out of the corner of his eye, saw Foxy. Foxy gave him the thumbs up, apparently enjoying the song too. Soon afterwards, he went back into his cove.

Bonnie finally finished. "Did that bring back any memories?" He asked, excited. Much to Bonnies disbelief, Ken replied "No." Bonnie looked down, sad that he could not remind his old friend of him. "It was nice though. I really liked it." Bonnie looked back up to see Ken giving a faint smile. Bonnie looked over to Ken, taking the guitar off. "Your father helped me plan it out."

Ken looked in disbelief. Why the hell do they keep talking to me about my father? He died years ago. He decided to voice his disbelief. "He did work here, though. He couldn't have died. I remember him perfectly." And so, Bonnie went on to describe his fathers appearance. The weird part was that it seemed to fit the description of his father. "That sounds like him….Wait, no! I told you already, He died a long time ago! We moved around the time you described him working here, and he was already dead!" Ken exclaimed. "What kind of mind tricks are you playing?"

Bonnie sighed. "That's fine, don't believe us. Maybe you hit your head and got amnesia or something." He poked Ken's head, causing him to pull back. "Relax. C'mon, lets go get you some food." Bonnie stood up. Ken got up briefly before falling. Luckily, Bonnie was quick and caught him. "Woah, are you okay?" He asked, concerned. "I-I don't know. I can't feel my legs. Here, let me try to walk."

Bonnie slowly let go of Ken as he tried to walk. He could, but he couldn't keep his balance. Bonnie caught him once again. "Here, I'll carry you." He said. Bonnie picked up Ken, using the bridal carry technique, much to Ken's protests. "I don't need it, I'm fine." He started before feeling lightheaded.

"Don't worry, I got you." Something said. Ken looked at his surroundings. "Where am I?" He asked. He looked up at a rabbit. "W-who are you?" He asked the thing. The area around him began to feel foggy as he shook uncontrollably. "Ken, are you okay?" He heard a voice. "Ken? Hey, you're going to be okay."

"Listen to me, try and stay awake. FREDDY!"

Ken looked around, sleep tugging at his eyelids. "Where am I?" He whispered. The rabbit who, upon closer inspection, seemed to be a robot held him in his arms. Ken could had sworn he saw it speak. Or heard. He wasn't sure what was happening. All he knew is that he was cold and tired.

"Stay awake, Ken." He heard. Who's Ken?

"I-" can't stay awake. "What?" Did he say that out loud or did he think it. It suddenly became very hot. He felt like he was on fire.

It's "Hot." But he could still feel himself shaking. Why was he shaking.

"Freddy, Chica, Foxy, anyone! I need help!" A voice rang somewhere. Did he know that voice? "Stay awake, Ken. Please, you have to." He felt himself being held closer and tighter. He tried to speak, but words had lost their meaning to him. He felt tired. Nap.

He closed his eyes, barely being able to hear something call out for a name.

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