WARNING: FEELS

{ Bonnie }

Eventually the sun began to peek over the horizon, stretching its golden rays across the ground. Bonnie's bloody knuckles had dried, and the pain was reduced to a dull throb. The pain in her chest was much worse. Her cheeks were clammy and cold from her tears, and her eyes were half open. She didn't sleep all night, in fear of falling of the tree and breaking an arm or leg.

Bonnie stretched sightly and shifted her guitar, allowing her to move her legs. She forced herself not to cry again, not to have another fit of rage. She forced herself to bottle up all of her emotions like she had gotten so good at doing over the years. Slowly and carefully, she stood up on the branch and sighed, looking through the leaves. Her stomach rumbled slightly and she smacked her lips. What she would give for a cup of coffee right then.

The sun had barely gotten up into the sky when kids started arriving. Bonnie watched them run and play, chasing each other, playing hide and seek, throwing a baseball back and forth. It reminded her of her childhood, when she and Foxy used to play pirates together. They would go out to recess everyday and act like Captain Foxy and his first mate, the dangerous outlaw Bone Busting Bonnie. She had so much fun back then...

Bonnie forcefully shook off the thought. "No," she growled to herself. "Forget him." Her guitar was pretty much useless with its three broken strings, so Bonnie hung it up on one of the branches that had been above her head whilst the was sitting. She then sat down and dangled her legs off of the branch, watching the children quietly.

One child caught her eye. He was a bit older than the rest, wearing a blue and red striped beanie and shirt. He had casual blue jeans, brown sneakers, and light brown hair. BB. What was he doing here?

He had one earbud in, noncholantly making his way through the park. He came under the tree right where she was. She shifted slightly and the leaves trembled. When he looked up and spotted her, she cursed in her mind and forced her face into a normal expression.

They just stood there for a few minutes, staring at each other. Finally BB took out his earbud and spoke. "Gee, that scar is real bad, a'int it?" he said, cocking his head to the side a bit to get a better view.

"Thanks," Bonnie muttered sarcastically. All her crying last night must have washed her makeup off, revealing the hideous scar that stretched across her cheek and up by her temple. Even so, pointing it out wasn't exacly a polite thing to do.

"Whatcha doin in that tree?" BB asked, holding his beanie on his head as he looked up at her.

"Why are you in the park?"

"Lookin' for you."

"Who are you with?"

"Nobody."

"You walked here?"

"Yup."

Bonnie slowly slid down onto one of the lower branches so she could see him closer. He didn't seem to be carrying a phone or anything to alert the others, just his iPod which he had haphazardly shoved into his pocket when he had seen her.

"What about the others?" she asked warily, her gaze never leaving his.

"Those teenagers made a huge mess. They're cleaning up the house and kicking out anyone that crashed there overnight."

She nodded in understanding and finally slid down to the ground. He was pretty tall, especially for his age, but she was still almost a head taller than he was. "So what are you going to do? Try to convince me to come home? Tell me it wasn't Foxy's fault and that I should listen to him?"

BB shook his head. "Nah, I just came to talk to you," he assured her. "I want to hear what happened from your perspective. I already heard Foxy's side of the story."

"I see. Well, I walked in and they were making out. That's all there is to it."

"Did you ever ask him why?"

"No, I left."

"Did you ever consider other things that he could have been doing?"

"They were making out, there's literally no other normal thing that could have been going on."

BB let out a low whistle. "A'ight. If that's how you feel. I ain't going to force you to talk to Foxy. Or make you get back together with him."

Bonnie sighed in relief. "Thanks, BB. You know, I'm really hungry and I want some coffee. I'll be willing to go home, but I still don't want to talk to Foxy."

"I understand," BB said with a nod and a small smile. "I'll walk with you." And with that, they started home, talking quietly.

"So, is there a girl back in Georgia that strikes your fancy?" Bonnie asked.

BB's cheeks flushed pink and he turned away, shoving his hands into his pockets. "No," he said lamely, not facing her.

She chuckled and elbowed him. "Oh, come on," she said. "I'm not dumb. I can tell when you like a girl. I'm a girl myself, I can give you a few pointers."

BB turned back to her, his cheeks red. "Okay, well uh..." he trailed off, looking at his shoes.

"Let's start simple. What's her name?"

"Maria," BB said dreamily, letting out a sigh. "She has bleach blonde hair with pink highlights, and the most beautiful amber eyes." He was swooning a lot by now. He started walking on the curb, holding his hands out like an airplane for balance. "She reminds me of Mangle, my favorite animatronic back home. She's really quiet and sweet and they have matcing eyes. One time I called her Mangle by mistake. Boy was that embarassing."

Bonnie smiled. "Have you said anything about liking her?" she asked, watching him walk on the curb and occasionally jump into the street and back onto the curb.

He shook his head. "Nah, I'm too chicken," he said with a chuckle.

"You need to tell her," Bonnie told him, watching as he walked along the curb.

"I will... someday," he said. His gaze landed on something in the middle of street. It looked like a piece of paper. "Hey! That's a fifty dollar bill!" He jumped off the curb and ran towards the bill, scooping it up.

Then everything happened in slow motion.

A car rounded the bend, skidding on the road. It was at a dangerous speed. The driver was obviously drunk, his expression vacuous and empty beer bottles sitting on the dash. The passenger next to him was just as intoxicated. BB was in the middle of the road, holding up the bill and looking at Bonnie with a wide grin on his face. She yelled out in a hoarse voice for him to move. Confused, he turned and saw the car, but it was too late.

With a sickening crunch, the car hit BB in the ribs. He flew through the air because of the car's speed. As he flew, Bonnie caught a glimpse of his face. His blue eyes were wide in terror and pain, and his mouth was hanging open. Due to the angle, he hit the curb with a thud and lay still. A loud, slurred curse was heard from the driver of the car, and then they drove off at the same dangerous speed as it had come. The car turned another corner, and was gone.

"BILLY!" Bonnie's scream ripped itself from her throat as she ran over to his body slumped against the curb, screaming out a string of curses. She yanked her phone out of her pocket and fumbled with it, shaking fingers punching in Chica's number. Tears started spilling out of her eyes as she pressed the phone to her ear. Chica picked up on the second ring.

"Bonnie?"

"Chica... I-It's BB."

"What's wrong?"

"H-he was hit by a car."

"What?! Where are you?"

"At the corner of James and Arnold street. Come quick, and call 911."

"Okay, we'll be there soon."

She ended the call and put her phone back into her pocket, crouching down by BB. His eyes were looking up into the sky, a thin line of blood running from his mouth down his chin. He took in raspy breaths, fighting to stay alive. Other than the slight rise and fall of his chest, he was absolutely still. His ribs were definitely broken, and the way he hit the curb probably broke his back.

Bonnie felt renewed tears run down her face. "Billy... stay with me," she sobbed, putting one hand to his cheek. His eyes slowly came down and met her own. She could see the pain there, the fear. They stayed there, BB fighting for breath, Bonnie sobbing. She felt anger bubble up in her veins and she screeched in the direction the car had gone, even though they were much too far to hear her.

"F**K YOU!"

Throat sore, she looked back at BB, laying her head on his chest and crying. Eventually the others showed up, including Foxy and Jenny.

Mari was the first to get to BB. He fell to his knees on the other side of the broken boy. His mask was absent again, his mulberry-colored birthmark in the sunlight looking like his face had a burn, resembing Harvey Dent. "No," he whispered, tears starting to run down his face. "No," he said louder, his black hair falling onto his forehead. "Billy you can't leave me. We're best friends. I've known you since you were a baby," his sobs were racking his body by now, his voice coming out choked. Everyone was absolutely silent. Chica was sobbing into her hands, Freddy wrapping one arm around her shoulder as he too wiped tears from his eyes.

"Billy, no! Stay with me you dipstick!" Mari screamed, for he had closed his eyes halfway. Sirens could be heard faintly in the distance. The ambulence was coming. Mari's lower lip trembled and his face contorted into a grimace, tears flowing down his face. He punched the concrete with such force Bonnie flinched. Knuckles bleeding, Mari wiped away some of his tears.

BB turned his head to face Mari, his lips curling up in a half smile, making him look almost insane. "You're my best friend too, Mar," he said in just above a whisper. Mari sobbed again, tears making a pool on the concrete below him.

"You can't die," he whispered, taking one of BB's hands in his own. "You can't," he repeated over and over, hiccuping.

BB took a shuddering breath as the sirens drew closer, agonizingly slow. "Tell... tell Maria..." he rasped, his breathing coming in short gasps.

"Tell Maria what?" Mari asked, biting his lip so hard a drop of blood began to form. He was sobbing forcefully, hunched over his friend protectively like an animal.

"Tell Maria... that I love her."

BB took one last breath, and the light in his eyes faded, his hand slipping out of Mari's grasp as the ambulence arrived.