i'm just thinking up excuses to not write foxy's story cuz i hate him

this is another humanized oneshot, involing normal human mike and stupid bonnie. this is also another excuse to exploit but undying love for shipping lame, awkward bonnie with sweet and flirty chica. HI! im gay

the song bonnie sings is "i will" by the beatles, but i was inspired by the anthology version. look it up if you care, i only added one verse of it in so i wouldn't bore ya'll. but it's so heartfelt for being such a simple song, i thought it was something bonnie could write by himself but be too afraid to really show anyone.

AHHHHHnyway, enjoy!

A crumpled up paper ball was tossed across the congested security office and safely landed at the bottom of the waste basket. Mike gave himself a brief air pump before picking up his last piece of paper and narrowing his eyed on the target.

"Kobe!" With a flick of his wrist, Mike hurled the ball towards the garbage pail, watched as it rolled on the rim and finally landed inside. Chuckling to himself, Mike flexed his muscles, pretending he was in front of a stadium filled with adoring fans.

"Pardon?"

Mike swiveled around in his chair to face the west hallway entrance, eyes wide and lip quivering. "I-I wasn't doing anything." He blurted out, not knowing who was even there. He relaxed when he saw the lanky form of Bonnie tentatively step inside his office, looking shy. "Oh, hey Bonnie."

Bonnie nodded, his hair flopping as he did so nervously. "Yes, hello." He was gripping uneasily at his guitar strap that was securely held to his body along with his burgundy acoustic resting on his back. "This...may seem a bit awkward. I know we've hardly spoken and whatnot...heh."

If there was one thing Mike couldn't stand, is that he cannot be face to face and all alone with another equally socially awkward person. He's even worse than Foxy, but Foxy was a naturally quiet person, not much of a talker when it came to normal conversations. He became more animated when telling stories, but his overall presence was pleasing enough. With Bonnie, Mike felt obligated to look anywhere but his eyes, or that he should be the one to start up the conversation. The difference right now is that was the Bonnie starting the topic of discussion.

The young feeble man shuffled forward, occasionally fixing his suspenders that kept slipping down his bony arm. "I was wondering if you could...listen to a song I've been writing."

Mike quirked an eyebrow and for once looked him in the eye. He saw the desperation in them which was clashing horribly with the weak smile that was cracking across his pale lips.

"It's for someone...I want it to be as perfect as possible." He finished off mumbling, embarrassed to be admitting this.

Scratching his cheek, Mike jerked back and forth in his chair, thinking. "Uh, sure Bonnie. But I gotta tell ya, even though I love listening to music, I wouldn't know what makes a song great o-or any of that stuff." It was a pathetic excuse, but Mike wasn't sure if he could give a good critique of this song. He was never able to play an instrument correctly, write meaningful poems that could be turned into lyrics, or know if he'll get the same vibe Bonnie gets as he plays...was Bonnie even skilled? He's only heard this guy play the required kid friendly songs during the day; what was his real music taste? What was he about to play now? Does he sing?

"That's alright, heh," Bonnie readjusted his guitar so he was holding it in front of his body. "It's quite simple, really. Nothing mind blowing, if I do say so myself..." The guitarist glanced around him and found a rickety wooden chair left out in the hallway and pulled in inside, right underneath the door frame. Mike watched in astonishment as he observed the taller man get himself ready; how he held the guitar left handedly, how he crossed his thin legs in a way that was comfortable for holding his instrument, and him reaching inside of his breast pocket and pulling out two rather beaten up pieces of loose leaf paper with stains and rips and placed them on the desk. He wasn't facing the desk fully and would have to turn his head all the way to the left if he wanted to read what was written but Mike had a feeling this was only done for reassurance. Judging by the condition those papers were in, Bonnie must know this song front and back.

Mike leaned back in his chair and held his folded hands behind his head, waiting for the guy to start but was caught off guard when Bonnie paused.

"I-If you could, Mike...could you...not look at me while I sing? I'm not so...entirely confident with this yet." He sounded unsure, eyes darting to the ground.

Shrugging, Mike used his feet to push himself around, his back facing Bonnie. Before Bonnie could pluck a string, Mike glanced over his shoulder. "Hey, if you don't mind me asking...who is this for, anyway?"

His clean white skin made it painfully noticeable when a rosy blush painted his cheeks and the tips of his ears and Mike knew right away. "Just...s-someone."

Mike turned his attention back to staring at the wall, waiting for Bonnie to begin. Expecting it be a schmaltzy ballad, knowing how strange Bonnie could be, and now that this was a love song, Mike was dreading it.

Bonnie began strumming at his guitar with ease, head hung low as he started singing along with his sweet guitar notes. It sounded very...well, sweet. That was one word Mike thought of. Sweet and gentle. Bonnie's voice was not out of this world amazing, leaving him breathless like Chica's sultry one or Freddy's which could shake the room to it's core, but it was enjoyable. Soft and warm with a slight tremble to it, perfect for the way he was half singing and half speaking the lyrics. He was so focused on the sound of his voice, he wasn't actually listening to the contents of the songs. Mike was able to catch the next full verse, taking a quick peek over his shoulder in the process.

"Love you forever and forever

Love you with all my heart

Love you whenever we're together

Love you when we're apart."

Bonnie was subtly bobbing his head to the beat of his tapping shoe, his thin frame hunching over his guitar protectively. He didn't glance at the sheet music once in the few seconds Mike looked.

Mike slipped his eyes closed, feeling relaxed while listening to this love song. He thought he could fall asleep any moment...

"Da da da da da da da..." Bonnie finished off by improvising a few notes at the end, obviously not knowing how to truly finish the song yet and flubbing with his freestyle singing as the tone of his voice rose quickly but then came to a low stop. He pressed his palm against the strings and the security office was silent again. Mike heard Bonnie inhale deeply while waiting for some type of response. It took a couple of moments for Mike to fully wake up from his daze before he forced himself to spin back around to face Bonnie who was looking at the ground, chewing away at his lip.

"How was it?" He murmured and twisted in his chair.

Mike nodded slowly, puckering his bottom lip it. "Wow."

Bonnie perked up and titled his head, still looking worried. "Wow...?"

Mike gave a nervous snort and shook his head. "I didn't...know you were able to do that. I mean, I hear you play cheesy songs during the day and while I know you didn't write them, I didn't...know you could write and sing your own material. I think that's incredible itself. People who have the time and patience to create something like that...that's great. I liked how simple and short it was. It got the message across and it was heartfelt and...yeah, good job, Bon."

Bonnie looked as if he was going to burst with joy. He was breathing heavily, his cheeks flushed from the high praise and the wide, unshakable grin that broke out on his face got Mike smirking a bit. "Oh...oh, thank you Mike!" The man sprung from his seat and early shook the guard's hand. "Thank you, thank you! You made my evening!"

Mike kept smiling as he shook Bonnie's hand in return. "Hey, it was no problem."

Satisfied to the brink of more gushing and giggling, Bonnie started to take his leave, taking his guitar and the old chair with him.

"And hey," Mike spoke up, his smile faltering but not leaving, "I'm sure Chica will love it."

Bonnie spun around, his face beat red and sweat gathering at his brow. His mouth hung open as he was at a loss for words and he was staring at Mike right in the eyes. For a second, Mike thought he made a grave mistake but the softening look in the taller man's eyes and the barely noticeable smile tugging at the corner of his lips warmed Mike's chest up. In a tiny, hoarse voice just hardly above a whisper, Bonnie anxiously gripped at his guitar strap and leaned forward towards Mike.

"You think so?"

Mike gave a big, confident nod. "Totally."