{ Bonnie's POV }

The robots had come looking for her a while ago, they had announced they were coming about a minute ago. She had closed the door to the room and moved some boxes in front of it in an attempt to keep them out.

The room she had chosen to hide in was pitch black. After rummaging around the shelves and on the floor for a while, she finally found a flashlight. It was dim and most likely about to run out of battery, but it was better than darkness.

Flipping it on, she felt a rush of fear and adrenaline pump through her body, though she had learned to never show it on her face. Standing in the room were 3 animatronic animals. A bunny, a chicken, and a bear. She probably would have screamed and cowered, but after years of bottling up all of that, she couldn't. Her logical mind quickly took in some major details of the scenario.

One. The animatronics were semi-new and much shinier than the ones Gold had brought with him. They were not the same ones.

Two. The bunny was a completely different color, and it had a much different face, as did the other two.

Three. They weren't moving.

Bonnie stepped forward and ran a hand down the chicken's bib, which said "Let's Party!" Instead of "Let's Eat!" Like the other one did. She was also more curvy than the other chicken, as was her bottom half covered up by what seemed to be underwear. It was as if a pervert had designed this chicken. Bonnie couldn't help but shake her head in disgust for the state of their society these days.

A loud bang from the hallway caused her to whip around and face the door, her eyes never leaving it. From somewhere across the building she heard four loud thumps, like large objects banging onto the floor. A smaller thump. A pair of light footsteps followed by a robotic roar and a pair of thumping footsteps. She wasn't sure who was running from what, but she hoped her friends were okay. She wouldn't know what she would do if she lost any of them, especially Foxy.

Turns out Foxy had liked her for a while. She had liked him too, of course, but how could she not pick up on the fact that he felt the same way?

She shook her head and mentally shamed herself. Thinking about her love life in a crisis like this. She heard some more loud thumps and heard Foxy grunt from somewhere. She bit her bottom lip, hoping he would be alright.

But she had her own problems.

The door to the small closet she was in was banged on loudly, the boxes shifting slightly from the force. Bonnie's throat wet dry. Trying not to panic, she looked around for something to defend herself with if need be. She had only found a pair of scissors when the door lock busted and skittered across the floor. Bonnie scrambled to stand up, holding the flashlight with the beam on the door and the scissors out defensively, ready to fight. Anything to get to Chica.

The door then bust open, the boxes falling and tumbling across the floor. The shadow beam landed on the purple bunny animatronic from earlier, its mouth still wide open in an odd smile. Its pink eyes glowed slightly, reflecting the light from the flashlight.

"You shouldn't shine-ine-ine that in pe-pe-people's eyes." The bunny advised in a tone obviously meant for kids. It only made it more ominous.

The bunny lunged at her and used one if its cold, metal hands to wrap around her throat. She let out a choked gasp and dropped the flashlight. She fought to remain calm and lashed out with the scissors as hard as she could. The blade caught the wires in between the shoulder and the beginning if the arm. With a rip and a few sparks, the hold on her neck fell away as the bunny's left arm clattered to the floor, severed.

It roared, whether in rage or pain Bonnie wasn't sure. Robots couldn't feel pain, but these were nothing like normal robots. It was hard to see anything, the flashlight had fallen and was now shining against the wall, so everything in the room was just shadowy outlines aside from the bunny's glowing eyes.

Bonnie dodged as the bunny reared back a foot to kick her and instead kicked the wall as she jumped to the side. Its strong foot broke through the plaster, and when it dug the foot back out, the suit had mostly ripped off, revealing the exoskeleton inside. Obviously off balance without its left arm, the bunny stumbled and faced Bonnie again, its eyes glowing menacingly.

With another roar, it swung around its right arm to try to hit Bonnie in the head. Bonnie ducked and it staggered. She took the opportunity to jab the scissors into its legs, making multiple holes.

The bunny backed up and looked down at itself. It realized just how broken and battered it was because of Bonnie. It looked back up at her wig renewed hatred in its eyes; then noticed her scissors. Something seemed to click in its processor and it lunged for the scissors.

Bonnie, caught off guard, yelped as the scissors were knocked out of her hand and the bunny tackled her to the floor with incredible strength. She wriggled and squirmed but the bunny was complete metal, thus extremely heavy.

The scissors were out if her reach and she knew the bunny would kill her if she didn't at fast. She looked back at its face. Suddenly she noticed a small rip on it's head, most likely separating the face mask from the rest of the body.

She wriggled one arm out from under the bunny, who was twitching, trying to adapt to having one arm. She uh her fingers into the small rip and pried forward with all her might. With some satisfying pops and sparks, the face ripped off, leaving nothing but wires, two red glowing lights, and the bottom jaw. All the effort left her drained.

Now the bunny was raging mad. It sat up, still straddling her stomach and keeping her down. The bunny felt the empty hole where its face used to be with its arm.

"tHaTs NoT nIcE-iCe-IcE" it said, its voice box malfunctioning extremely bad now. It reached over and swiped the scissors from the floor. Bonnie tried to grab them, but the bunny used the scissors to swipe a cut into her hand. She yelped and pulled back her stinging hand.

"sEe YoU lAtEr KiDs, AnD tHaNkS fOr J-j-JoInInG uS At fReDdY fAzBeArsSsS pIzZa" The bunny said. It looked like it was about to power down. Before it could, it brought the scissors down on her face. It made a deep, jagged cut from her forehead, down right next to her eye by her ear, and stopped right above her mouth.

Bonnie couldn't take it. The pain was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Blood seeped from the wound into her right eye, half-blinding her. As the bunny shut down and rolled off of her, she let out the loudest scream she had ever screamed in her life, hoping someone would find her and take the pain away.

It seemed like an eternity of lying on the floor, fighting for conciousness, when Bonnie heard footsteps thundering down the hall. She used the rest of her strength to turn her head, looking out of her eye that wasn't full of blood. Her friends were sprinting towards her. Coming to save her.

She knew she was safe. A hysterical giggle bubbled up out of her chest, and she slipped into unconciousness.