***Hello, my friends. Thank you to the person who corrected me and said that the Phone Guy talks to you until two AM instead of one AM. Anyways, the good stuff belongs to Scott Cawthon, the other stuff belongs to me, and let's get rolling!

Chapter Two: Bonnie

My second trip to Freddy Fazbear's was a bit less dreadful. Chica's friendship was nice, yes. But no amount of fun would possibly erase the memories of the past.

Still, I went inside the establishment, sitting down at my desk in the security office at 11:57. Almost immediately did Chica go missing from the camera. That disappearance was okay. I put my monitor down and waited.

Chica indeed ran back into the security office with me. However, there was a panicked look on her luckily-already-human face. "Shut the door! Shut the door! Bonnie was chasing me in animatronic form and-" She didn't get to finish her sentence.

Bonnie charged into the office, letting out a deafening shriek once he was inside. In a blind moment of panic, I grabbed the nearest item-the small fan on the desk-and threw it as hard as I could with my left hand. It was a perfect hit. Bonnie fell over from the impact.

Chica seemed mildly impressed. "Strong left arm," she remarked. I looked awkwardly. "Adrenaline, I guess. I'm right-handed, though," I said.

"Ah, jeez, that's gonna leave a mark," a voice said. Bonnie stood up. But now, he looked much different. First of all, he was human. He was taller than both Chica and myself by a mile. Both his eyes and his hair were purple. But while his eyes had a slight glimmer, his messy hair didn't shared such a luster. He wore a shirt that matched his hair and dark jeans with purple running shoes. His eye was already beginning to blacken.

"I thought you said your brothers didn't like taking human forms," I recalled from the previous night. "We don't. But if we get hurt, we stay human for at least a short amount of time," Bonnie expanded. Chica nodded to confirm. There was no doubt that such information would prove useful later on.

"Anyways," Bonnie said, "come on, Chica. If we're gonna spare her life, at least we can go back to the stage." Chica pulled away. "No. You're not the boss of me," she protested. "I technically am. You're at the bottom of the totem pole when it comes to ages. Freddy, then me, then Foxy, then you. So come on," Bonnie ordered. "I came here because Alison promised not to hurt us. Don't you want that too? Someone who wants to give us a chance?" Chica asked. Bonnie contemplated it for several moments. At long last, he sighed. "I do want that. Yes. But what I don't want is to have desk fans thrown at my face. Never do that again," he said.

"Got it. Come on, I got a job to do," I said. Chica shared my chair by sitting on my lap. Bonnie took the spare one for himself. "Why are you wearing gloves and a hoodie at this time of the year?" he asked.

"I'm not gonna talk about it. It happened twenty years ago, for God's sakes," I grumbled, not looking away from the monitor. "Touchy," Bonnie commented.

I could hear the sound of Chica slapping him.

XxX

5:56 AM. Luckily, Bonnie no longer hated me, which was a victory in itself. Freddy and Foxy both stayed in place by some sort of miracle.

"Chica, we got four minutes. Let's go on back," Bonnie said. "Okay. Bye!" Chica said, wrapping her arms around me in a tight hug before going into animatronic form and clunking off.

"It was nice to meet you, Alison. Aside from the fan," Bonnie said. "I'm sorry about that," I apologized once again. "It's fine now. Just don't throw anything else at me. Tomorrow night?" Bonnie asked. I high-fived his extended hand. "Tomorrow night," I agreed. With that, Bonnie left.

At six, I clocked out and started driving home. During that drive, I couldn't help but wonder. At this rate, who would be coming tomorrow? Freddy...or Foxy?

***And that would be that for this chapter. Leave a review on the way out and I'll see you in the next one! Bye!