{Angel's POV}
"Mom don't worry. I'll be fine. No, these guys aren't like the kitties. I went there today and met them. They actually seem nice. Yes I have the gun. And the taser. Yes, I also have the kevlar vest, relax! I'm bringing all of my stuff with me. 12 to 6. In the morning. I'll be home in time, I promise. No, I am not bringing Gaia! I don't know how they act after hours, besides being able to walk around. She'll be staying with my brother. Okay, love you. Bye," My mom worries. Even though I'm twenty-five she still likes to check in on me.
I pulled into the parking lot at Freddy's, turned off the car, and just sat there. 11:50. I still had ten minutes before they started moving. I tried to relax, but I just couldn't get my heart to stop racing. If I said I wasn't scared I would be lying. I checked my pocket. Yes, the pills were there. Grabbing the duffel bag on the passenger seat, I left the car.
12:00. I was sitting at one of the tables in the middle, typing on my laptop. Order form for replacement fur, eyes, etc. For the past ten minutes my heart had been racing; I was looking up at the stage and to Pirate's Cove at least once a minute. Okay, pink fur...do do-do do-do...out of stock?! What?! Assholes. I don't like going to the other seller. The boss will kill me if I get supplies from them! Oh well. He's the one who wants this form tomorrow. Not my fault if he has a hissy fit. I finished typing the info into the form, and sent it to my boss. I looked up at the stage, and broke into a cold sweat. All three animatronics were gone.
It's okay Angel. You're just seeing things. They're aren't really gone. You...just fell asleep, and this is all a dream. All a very, very...dark, sweaty dream in which you feel like you're…like you're being watched. I pinched myself, gave myself a tick-bite. No waking up, no sudden realization that I was back at the factory (not that I would really want to be there), nothing. I sat there, tapping the sides of the laptop, when I got an idea. I went on my laptop and looked up a black screen. There, standing behind me, was...just Bonnie and Chica?
I was about to turn around when the top was closed by a hand, that was one shade darker than beige. Taking slow, deep breaths, I looked up. Slow, deep breathing gave way to fast breathing that was pretty damn close to hyperventilating. Not breaking eye contact with Freddy, I drooped in the chair. My heart was racing, my dinner threatening to re-appear. Freddy reached his hand out to touch my face. My hands shot up, blocking him from my view. Ten long seconds ticked by before I peeked out from behind my hands to see him watching me with a look of heartbreak on his face, (now you might say that's impossible, but these animatronics have the most high-tech A.I. possible at this time, so they were just a few steps short of human beings), slowly drawing his hand back. He looked at the others behind me, showing faces of what looked to be puzzlement. He looked back to me, partially on/off the chair, breathing hard.
"It's okay Angel. You're safe here," So Freddy has a southern accent. That's something I haven't seen before. I laboriously began to right myself in the chair, my loss of breath not helping from all the hyperventilating. I eyed Freddy warily.
"We're not going to hurt you," I began to quickly look over my shoulder to check my surroundings. My duffel bag was just out of reach. Freddy began patting the table as a welcoming gesture.
"You're okay Angel, you're all...Bonnie, now is not a good time," I turned around to find the purple rabbit standing right behind me. I jumped to a crouching position on the chair and vaulted over the table, grabbing the duffel bag after I landed. I pulled out a gun, cocked it, and waited for the robots to make their move.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare her…" Freddy shushed Bonnie. The bear started slowly walking towards me, hands outstretched in an effort to calm me down. I pointed the gun at him, and pulled the trigger. The gun clicked in my hand, unloaded. I brought my hand to my mouth just as my stomach attempted to relieve itself of my evening meal. Acid burning my throat, I forced it down, wincing in the process. I shifted my gaze to Freddy, who was now backing away, shaking his head.
"Guys, we should give her some space," Freddy informed the others.
"But, are you sure we can't…"
"Bonnie, she's scared out of her wits, she almost threw up just then."
"Oh, okay...um, whatever you say," I watched the rabbit and chicken, who had remained silent during this episode, follow Freddy, off to the stage, or wherever, I didn't see where they ended up. I, however, ended up in the bathroom, bent over a toilet, puking up that which I had forced down. Washing up my face in the sink, I admitted the positive. I was alive, nothing was broken, I only puked once. I did, however, plan on taking an anxiety pill when I got back out there. And checking to see that I brought the right gun with me. That would be great.
Turns out I did bring the right gun with me. I just didn't grab it. Taser's there, good. Kevlar vest, that is going on right now. As I strapped it over my body, I noticed the rabbit watching me. I waved. She waved back. She walked a little closer to the table. I focused my eyes on her while my hands finished strapping the vest.
"You feeling better?" she asked. I nodded. Wait. That was not a girl's voice. I looked at the bunny. She/he smiled.
"Isn't your name Bonnie?" I asked. She/he nodded.
"I had the wrong voice box put in," he said, smiling sheepishly.
"So, you're a he," he nodded.
"Okay. At first I thought you were a girl, because of your name, so thank you for clearing that up for me" he gave a little nod.
"I'm sorry if I scared you, before. I didn't mean too," he apologized quickly.
"Don't worry about it. I've been scared before. I'm used to it," he nodded again. I looked at him, taking in his features this time. Purple fur, purple eyes, long ears, cute face in general. The way he held himself made him seem a little shy. Sort of like Lucky. NO, bad Angel! I roughly fished bottle of pills from my pocket, and grabbed my water bottle. Bonnie watched me with interest as I plopped a pill in my mouth and washed it down with a swig of water.
"What was that?" he asked.
"A pill," I answered.
"For what?" he asked again.
"Anxiety" I replied.
"I feel like I've heard that word before. It is similar to being nervous or scared?" he inquired.
"Yes, exactly. Except it's all the time, and just thinking about a certain time or thing can trigger it. It sucks," I answered.
"Why do you take them?"
"Because every day I go to a place where I have to watch my back for ten hours straight, because I have five animatronic bitches who could literally rip my head off any second coming after me. And a perverted boss who spends his entire day looking at porn, tasering animatronics and secretly dreaming about raping me, again, walking past me, touching me inappropriately, and making sexual comments that make me quit. In which I'm going to soon, " I spat. Bonnie put his hands up in a sign of peace.
"I'm sorry, but I have been meaning to get that out for the past year and a half," I muttered, trying to calm myself. He nodded slowly in understanding.
"That's..where you work?" he asked quietly.
"It's my own personal hell. Yes, that's where I work," I drank some more water to give something else to do but think of the factory.
"Do you work the night shift there?"
"I did," He's one inquisitive bunny.
"Why did you leave?"
"I grew a set of brains and left. Now I'm working here," His ears twitched up in response.
"Will you be working here for a while?" he asked.
"At most, I will work here as a source of some income until I find a job that I actually like and where people are actually nice to me for once. Who knows? I might stay," I smiled at him. He smiled back, and blushed a little.
"As long as you don't attack me," I added, all traces of a smile gone. I sat down and opened my laptop, typing in the password.
"And that includes stuffing me into a suit," I ignored Bonnie's look of shock as I logged into the factory's website.
I walked back to the table, finishing up a little mini-tour of the place. It gave me goosebumps during the day in general, but at night, damn this place was creepy! I can't believe the 'tronics here can call this place home.
I checked on the factory website, sitting down, relieving my legs from all the walking. I saw A-1 walking around, as always, looking creepy as fuck. A-2 and A-3 were huddled in a darkened corner, obviously hiding from A-1. Lucky was wandering the enormous storeroom, her patchwork-fur standing out. Checking on another camera, I could see Greg walking along the emergency staircase, flashlight on, gun and taser at his belt. I was thankful that the taser appeared to be unused. I saw no-one else.
I heard a whistle, and looked up to see Freddy standing a few tables away, watching me carefully.
"You doing okay, darlin'?" he asked. I nodded.
"Yes. Thank you for, being so understanding, with giving me space and all," I sighed.
"I don't usually act like that," I continued. "I have anxiety, and today I made the mistake of not controlling my thoughts, and I just lost it," I closed my laptop. Rubbing my face with my hands, I took a deep breath and collected myself.
"Were you afraid of anything in particular?" Freddy asked. I scoffed. Afraid.
"I was afraid of losing another being that I love, in the sense of me dying" I opened my laptop to the opening screen. There was a picture of me and Gaia. I turned it around so that Freddy could see. He moved about a table or so closer to get a better look. He smiled.
"Your sister?" he wondered aloud.
"Daughter," I answered back. He looked at me. "Really?" he looked almost confused. I was rather young, and looked it too.
"I had her when I was nineteen. I'll be turning twenty-six this November. She will be seven next year ," he nodded in understanding.
"What's her name?"
"Gaia. It means 'of the Earth' in some, older language," He looked slightly confused by this, but didn't say anything.
"Bonnie said to me that you mentioned 'stuffing into suits' as a form of us attacking you. What made you think that?" he requested, leaning forward and placing his hands on the table. He was actually a little intimidating.
"I have a friend who works here. Dan Sy. Last I checked he's a repairman." Freddy paused for a moment. He straightened from his hunched over position.
"Who was the other loved one that you lost?" Suspicious change of topic, hmmm. Interesting.
"My husband. He disappeared three months ago. We haven't seen or heard from his since," I watched the bear with concern. The way he was staring at me gave me the jitters.
"Will you be joining us tomorrow night?" his eyes were traveling up and down my body as he asked this, stopping at my well-muscled arms, midsection, and chest before flicking up to look me in the face. What the fuck? I uncomfortably crossed my arms over my chest.
"...Yes?..." Smiling this really...alluring smile, he opened his mouth to say something else when an alarm sounded, signaling that it was the end of my shift, six A.M.
"See you tomorrow, Ms. Montgomery," He tipped his hat to me, and shooting me a wink before walking back to the stage. Why did he just remind me of my boss? Which is not a good thing, in any way, shape or form, mind you. I quickly packed up my stuff, watching as the other two 'tronics walked to the stage.
"Bye Angel," I looked up to see Bonnie waving at me. I smiled a small smile and waved back. I nodded at Chica, hoping for some response other than silence. She also smiled a small smile, and then sadly looked at her feet before taking her position on stage. Hmm, strange. I checked my watch. 6:02.
{Bonnie's POV}
We watched as Angel walked out the front doors, got into her car, and drove away. A minute of silence went by.
"I don't trust her," Freddy's voice broke the silence, cutting it like a knife.
"She seems nice enough," Chica said quietly.
"I just don't trust her."
"But, why Freddy? What about her don't you like?" I asked with concern. I saw the way he was staring at her earlier, but now his attitude was starting to freak me out. He turned his head to look at me.
"Because, Bonnie, firstly she came here tonight with several weapons that she could have hurt us with, secondly she walks around like she owns this place, which last I checked she doesn't, and thirdly, she knows about our secret. That's why I don't trust her," he didn't seem happy at the moment. I was wondering how he would act with the kids today.
"Who doesn't know? So many people know now it isn't even a secret anymore! Why do you still call it…"
"Bonnie, if I catch you, either of you," he turned his head to look at Chica, and then back to me. "near her tomorrow, you will be paying hell for it," He sounded angry now. He looked at his hand, adjusting the mike in it. "I'll catch her when she isn't looking, deal with her quick…"
"You don't mean to kill her?!" I exclaimed.
"Yes, I do," he turned his head to me. "Why, is that a problem?"
"I won't let you," I tried to sound intimidating, but he just scoffed.
"The last time someone tried that Bonnie, he was sent into more disrepair," we looked at Pirate's Cove, wondering if Foxy could hear us. He chuckled, then went serious.
"Stay out of my way Bonnie. I would appreciate it if I could deal with this without hurting you."
"I'd rather you hurt me than her," I tried again. I wanted to see if I could change his mind.
"Awww, you're gonna sacwafice yoursewlf for Angel, how sweet," He was not…
"If you mock me one more time…" I flinched my head away as he raised his arm to hit me. But the blow that I expected never came.
"That's right," he purred. I slowly peeked my head around to see him returning to his 'singing position', and Chica looked at me with worry. I opened my mouth to speak.
"Don't you dare say anything. Next time I won't fake it. I will actually hit you," I looked away from Freddy, hoping that he would stop with his angry tone. He wasn't usually like this.
"By the way," Freddy began. "If she comes today, look as long as you can, Bonnie." I sighed with irritation.
"Why?"
"Because I have a special place reserved just for her," he said slowly, a smile creeping across his face.
"A suit, yes we know," I reply, now rather tired of his games. I see him shaking his head.
"Where then?" I ask, my irritation turning to fear.
"The dumpster."