AU, Cyborg anthros, mild torture, non con, M\M, disturbing themes, dark themes, Possible typos, errors. Currently no Beta
Takes place during the gap between FNAF 2-3.
No humanizations and none of them are possessed
Thick clammy darkness swamped his mind, smothering him in its endless clutches. He struggled against the inky darkness, clawing his way rapidly towards the waking world with a ferocity he usually only reserved for his friends and family. Finally, the tattered veils of sleep parted, releasing his mind from the grip of unconsciousness and pushing him back into the world.
He opened his eyes a fraction, wincing at the sharp stab of dim light. It knifed through his skull and he turned his head to the side to escape it. The room swum sickeningly in response to the movement and he closed his eyes again. After a few moments, he risked opening his eyes again. This time the room remained motionless.
He looked around the room, eyes focusing on on the details of the bare walls and filthy matted carpet. Slowly he came to the realization he was not only laying on his belly, arms stretched out in front of him -he was on someone's bed.
Normally waking up in an unfamiliar location would have brought the fast, hard bite of confusion, but it was as if his mind was shrouded in a thick haze. His responses were slow, senses half dead.
Must have been drugged…...head hurts… how long was I out? Where the hell am I? Slowly he lifted one hand to gingerly feel at the back of his head only to realize he couldn't move his arm more than a few inches. Confused he looked down and noticed the chains leading from the metal frame of the bed to the thick leather cuffs wrapped around his wrists. While he couldn't turn his head enough to see, he assumed his ankles were bound in a similar manner.
He stared uncomprehending at the restraints for a moment then experimentally he tugged on his arms causing the thick chains that had been looped through the large D-rings to rattle.
Why the hell am I chained up?
"It's about time you woke up. I was beginning to worry I may have hit you too hard."
Bonnie jerked his head towards the voice and regretted it immediately when the room began to swim in a nauseating manner. Groaning he closed his eyes for a few moments then opened them again, Both eyes coming to focus on the figure standing in the doorway.
"You…." he hissed out, rage boiling to the surface, hands clenching into fists. "We trusted you!" He tried to push himself up with his shaking arms but the restraints severely limited his movements. Snarling he jerked at the chains, wanting to get up and wrap his hands around the man's throat and squeeze until his head popped off. "Why? Why did you kill them?" Bonnie blinked back the tears that pricked at the corners of his eyes.
"I had to do it. I didn't want to Bonnie but I had to, it was part of the deal. I couldn't let Cowry scrap my favorite rabbit." Mike smiled when the rabbit lunged at him causing the chains to rattle loudly and the bed frame to creak in protest. Every long guard hair on the rabbit's coat was standing on end making him resemble a giant purple puff ball. Bonnie would have been almost cute if it wasn't for the pinned back ears, the bared teeth and the expression on his features clearly showing how much he wanted to rip him limb from limb.
"Besides they weren't important. Only you. You've always been my favorite. Ever since I saw you I wanted you all to myself. " he reached out to touch the rabbit only to jerk back when the rabbit lunged at him with his jaws open. With a sigh he made his way over to the small nightstand and retrieved a large complex looking muzzle.
"Important? How am I important?" Bonnie turned his head, keeping a close eye on the human they once trusted, a low growl spilling from his throat when he caught sight of the strange mass of thick leather straps and metal buckles dangling from the former night guard's hand.
Mike ignored the question. "The restraints are temporary Bonnie. I had to make sure you wouldn't hurt yourself or try to attack me. Once I break you they will come off." Mike smiled when the rabbit's enraged expression morphed into fear and confusion for a moment.
"Break me?" Bonnie stared at him in open fear, rage draining away. He forced the fear down and let out a rumbling growl, lips curling into a snarl. "You won't break me." The only response he got was a chilling chuckle.
"I will in time." Mike stepped to the head of the bed and before the rabbit could react, slipped the thick loop of leather over his muzzle. Ignoring the muffled protests and curses, he deftly slid the straps over the struggling rabbit's head. He was pleased to see how much fight the rabbit still had in him. It would make it all the more fun to break him.
Despite the pain Bonnie viciously shook his head, trying to free himself from the muzzle only to feel the straps around the back of his head being tightened. Growling he rubbed his head against his arm then against the bed trying to loosen the straps.
"I'll loosen it up later so you can talk but for now it has to be tight. I can't risk you trying to bite me while I tend to your injury." He forced Bonnie's large head down to get a better look at the wound, frowning when he discovered a deep laceration under the matted fur. Deep enough to require a few stitches.
Sighing he got up and walked back over to the nightstand and retrieved a large syringe filled with a clear fluid. "I know you won't believe me when I say this but I really didn't want to hurt you. I still feel bad about hitting you in the back of the head but I had no choice."
You're right. I don't believe you. Bonnie glared at the human, if looks could kill the night-guard would have been a smoldering pile of ash. You murdered my family, kidnapped me and tied me up! Why should I believe anything you sa- wait….what are you doing with that? Crimson eyes widened at the sight of the syringe.
"It's just a mild sedative. Something to help you sleep while I tend to that wound." Mike took the cap off the syringe and tapped it a few times to make sure there were no air bubbles before he slipped the needle into the crook of the rabbits arm, depressing the plunger and pushing roughly half the sedative into the struggling rabbit. "Don't fight it. You've had a long trying day and need rest so you can heal and recover." One hand gently stroked the thick soft fur on the back of the lavender and purple rabbit's neck. He watched Bonnie struggle weakly against the restraints for a moment before sagging against bed, large eyes fluttering shut.
"You were always my favorite." Once he was sure the rabbit was deeply asleep he double checked the restraints before going to the small dingy bathroom to retrieve the first aid kit. After carefully cleaning the artificial blood off he stitched the deep wound closed. Once done he put the first aid kit back then pulled a blanket over the resting rabbit.
His dark eyes lingered on the sleeping form for a moment, oily lust slowly coiling deep in his belly. Mike shook his head and shoved the sensations away. Now wasn't the time, he needed to introduce things slowly to the rabbit, wear down his resistance.
With a smile he slowly walked out of the room, lingering in the doorway for a moment to stare at his prize. Bonnie would likely sleep well into tomorrow. Still smiling he made his way to the small living room and plopped down on a couch that was more duct tape then worn leather. He fished the remote out from between the cushions and turned the TV on.
Tomorrow was another day.