Heya everyone, things are a little different in this Chapter.
So, I've recently tried to make my writing style a bit more descriptive and try new things... Whiiiiich ended up with me writing the entirety of this Chapter in 1st person.

It's more of an experiment to see what works and what doesn't, so If you all like it, I'll keep the story like this, if not then I mainly use it for situations you can only get in the first person.

Anyways, please enjoy!


"Ladies and gentlemen, We appreciate the fact you've waited so long. But now, the show can finally begin! Now, we'd like you to put your hands together, for the one, the only..."

"Freddy Fazbear!"

...

You know, I had never really appreciated it until now. The whole Performing thing, I mean.

The lights were always blaring around, noisiness was at an all-time high, and crowds of people were everywhere... It's basically everything I hate in one spot, being a horror attraction and all.

And yet, here I am, getting ready to watch one of them despite those very glaring annoyances.

I suppose it could be attributed to seeing how excited the four were for the show, it was their last go at it before we close for the month, soooo... That or their enjoyment of loud spaces is somehow rubbing off on me, God forbid.

Still, it feels almost touching to see them performing their hearts out on stage. Happiness was abundant throughout the entire hall, hell, even the Staff Bots seemed to be enjoying it... I think? I can't really tell underneath those cold, dead stares.

I watched in slight amusement as the screen behind them lit up, flashing the names of the band in a cool 80's like font. It was still strange to watch the main four go at it when you know them all pretty well, you really see how different they act. The masks they put on when they pick up those instruments... Even if the joy of performing was there, it was temporary and... it honestly felt bittersweet, at least for Freddy.

With so much going on beneath the surface, and so many emotions that remained hidden by a fake smile. I couldn't help but sigh, allowing my own lack of energy to consume my body, forcing me to try resting my eyes.

It wasn't like I had a choice in the matter of showing up, since a certain chicken would've bugged me about it until the sun rose.

...

I opened my eyes as the main part of the show began, the four band members being raised into the air by mechanical lifts. I simply look at the spectacle before me, shaking my head in slight disbelief. Fazbear Entertainment had way too much money in their pockets if they were using it on that...

You know what, Since I'm gonna be stuck here, might as well have fun with what I've got.

I looked to my left, seeing a notepad and pen that a security guard had left behind on the glass table, I grip both with a slight grin before thinking of what to draw.

Eh, might as well draw the gang, can't think of anything else thanks to the blaring speakers anyway. But who to start on...

Eh, might as well go in order.

The first was Monty, the resident Alligator of the group. Monty was by far the most playful of them, always coming up with new ways to have fun, even if the fun was to the annoyance of another. Still though, he meant well. We'd often go golfing since it's a pretty enjoyable pass time.

Plus he liked annoying Roxanne, which was a hobby I could get behind.

With a pen in hand, I sketched the face of the Alligator man with a goofy grin, intentionally making it look silly in the hopes of making myself laugh, I then ended up drawing his name in the same font I saw on the big screen next to the goofy Monty head before flipping the page to the something blank.

And now for the wolf.

If he could describe her in one word, it'd be Stubborn. Roxanne was extremely ignorant of others she deemed beneath her, almost acting in a cruel fashion that drove a lot of the staff members to treat her as if she were ruling the Pizzaplex with an Iron fist.

So, when I didn't give the same luxury, it obviously didn't exactly go over well.

You see, Narcissists are like cats. If you give them the attention they want they'll act like they don't care, but if you ignore them they'll do whatever they can to try and get that attention back.

Safe to say Roxanne is no different. I'm not the type of guy to just bend over and do whatever is requested of me, and because of that Roxy has made it her own personal goal to try and control the one thing she can't. Still, can't deny that messing with each other is pretty fun given that she always provided a funny reaction no matter what I did.

EEEeexcept that time I went too far.

Tried to do that once, could've sworn she was gonna bite my head off.

...

I ended up giving Roxanne the same treatment as Monty but instead of a Banana grin, all I did was give her a really long snout.

*Snort*

"Okay, that's pretty funny. Might show that to her later."

Will that probably end in injury and or death? Oh, absolutely.

Will I regret it? No, of course not.

After drawing her name in the same font, I flicked to another blank page.

And then there was Chica... I'll be honest, despite the people I hang out with, I much prefer being alone. There was always such bliss in that silence, to just be alone with my thoughts and just wander around the gigantic areas of the Pizzaplex with nothing to do but explore.

And Chica was unbelievably determined to make sure I never ever got to experience that bliss again, simply because she was too social with everyone else to understand the concept of alone time.

It almost got to the point where I'd have to sneak around her just to get some time to myself because I knew that the moment she saw me was the moment I'd get dragged around the Atrium, stuck forever listening to the empathetic chicken's favourite Pizza topping combinations.

Which was all of them by the way.

Although, I didn't exactly mind it. I just... you know, would just prefer to do other things rather than talk to people. It's always how I've functioned, even on my first day here.

With Chica, it was difficult, there weren't a lot of things I could draw Chica as... Until I realised I could draw her as the one thing she loved the most.

With a mile-wide grin, I began drawing the Chica slice, I looked back to the stage for a second, only to catch the eyes of the very person I'm turning into an abomination. I waved awkwardly towards her, and she waved back excitedly before getting back to playing her Guitar for her fans.

Oh, Chica... You sweet summer child, if only you knew.

After finally finishing my magnum opus, I struggle to stop myself from laughing at the stupidest thing I had ever seen. All it was, was Chica's face drawn onto a Pizza slice with a slight look of disapproval. The sheer idiocy of such a piece was truly a site to behold, something for future generations to talk about for millenniums to come!

Okay, enough of being dumb. Time to send this thing back to the depths of hell where it belongs.

Not wanting to laugh further, I hastily drew Chica's name on the page, before desperately flicking the next page over, finally escaping the demon I created.

Gonna see these drawings in my sleep, I can already see it.

And then, finally, there was the man of the hour, Freddy Fazbear.

Freddy was by far the most... mature of the group, which made sense for a leader. He'd often have to tell off others for bad behaviour, he'd be the one to help make plans for events, basically every big event the building went through, Freddy would probably already have extensive knowledge of and have an entire manual on how to handle it.

He's also pretty nice to talk with, unlike the others where things get complicated right off the bat, Freddy was a very good listener, polite and genuinely invested in the conversation. Now, that didn't mean Freddy wasn't also a bit... What's the word, 'Quirky?'

A lot of more 'Inappropriate' jokes end up flying over his head, he's pretty strict when it comes to when it comes to swearing, even in private and well, by most people's standards he's pretty naïve in his judgement of situations he has no experience in.

...There was also the entire situation with the original Bonnie, which made talking to him increasingly difficult at first. Still can't imagine what it'd be like to lose a friend all of a sudden, and then have a replacement of him show up at your doorstep with no prior memory of who you are nor the same personality.

Despite that though, Freddy was by far the only one of the Glamrocks that I know semi-personally. It's mainly due to me being essentially another version of his best friend, which made it easy to confide in me, but it still felt preeeetty awkward.

But yeah, Freddy's cool, not gonna stop me from twisting his image into something horrifying though.

...

Ah, I got it.

I turn Freddy into a manual.

There were no survivors.

With a heavy heart and shivers down my spine, I open my eyes and look at my masterpiece, completely awe-stricken by its sheer beauty. Now this, THIS, is art.

...

"God, what is wrong with me?" I say out loud, throwing the notepad to the side after I finish drawing his name. This was by far the weirdest evening I have ever experienced in the two months I've been awake. Looking towards the stage reminded me that a Show was going on earlier, which still seemed to be the case as the animatronics were lowered down by the platforms they stood on.

I simply sat there and watched, pretending that I didn't just use ten minutes of my day to draw the most unholy things to ever grace the earth. The show seemed to be coming to a stop, the music serving more as a background element to the band interacting with the hordes of people, performing callouts and simply enjoying the show for what it was.

They truly were at home on Stage, he could tell.

...

Now that I think about it... I never did a drawing of myself.

...

God damn it. Really can't help myself, can I?

With an annoyed sigh, my hand outstretched for the notepad and pen again, moving to a new page. Gripping the end, I move my hand to the corner of the page, writing my name on the paper...

Dreadbonnie.


A few hours later...

...

"Well, this is boring."

Thinking about it beforehand, this entire process was just a huge bother. Why were there only two Elevators out of the Atrium? Especially for a place like this, which pulls in a couple of thousands every day. Seemed almost counterintuitive.

Regardless, It's left me with nothing to do except stand there and watch, since shoving past the crowd was a no-go and getting seen would probably land him a grounding by Cross. The attraction still hadn't opened yet after all, so I'm essentially stuck in the shadows until then.

...

Really wanted to get out early before one of the others come and sweep me away into some strange obnoxious situation again. Around this time is the only chance I ever got to actually get some exploring done. But nope. In the week I've been awake I haven't even got the chance to explore the floors below the Auditorium.

I can see Chica and Freddy helping the people get organised... Well, more like only Freddy was. Chica had a kid on her shoulders, running around and acting like an aeroplane. She almost feels like a Child in the body of an animatronic at times, it's genuinely uncanny sometimes.

Monty is nowhere to be seen, as usual. He usually disappeared after big shows like that, no one could ever figure out why. Most of the Staff simply chalked it up to Monty simply being... Himself.

And as for Roxy... Where was- She was standing... Right next to me?

I hadn't even noticed her, but Roxy seemed to be waiting for the crowd to leave as well. Was Roxy Ra-

Yup, Roxy Raceway was on the other side. She probably wants to go and mess with the engines of some of the karts before their grand reopening. Caught er' doing that at some points.

"Heya Rox-Pox."

"I thought I told you not to call me that."

"I know. I'm doing it because it's funny... You trying to go to the raceway?"

"I would be if this huge ass line wasn't in the way. Now, I'm stuck talking to you."

"Oh coooome on, Everyone knows we're the best of friends!"

"Do the 'best of friends' go out of their way to scare each other?"

...

Noted. She's still mad about that.

At least their 'Friendship' was a little less malicious now, if you could even call it that. It's better than what it was when they met a week ago.

"Aren't you supposed to still be in that rodent-infested bowling alley?"

"Attraction. And where on earth did you see rats in there?"

"Probably the same place they found you."

Mmmm, Funny.

"Anyways, I got bored. Left about thirty minutes ago."

"Because leaving when Mr Cross specifically told you not to is such a good idea."

"Mhmmm."

"Seriously, wouldn't waiting until night just be easier?"

"Uh-huh. Coming from the girl who's constantly asking when her raceway is gonna reopen? Don't think you have a footing in the 'be patient' department."

Roxanne almost immediately snapped her gaze onto me, a frustrated growl emerged from her maw as I slowly smiled.

I win. Even if you'll never admit it.

...

"Well, that line ain't clearing anytime soon. I'm gonna go for a walk. I know that if I get seen before my debut, stuff is going to suck."

"Aww- big demon rabbit scared of some kid seeing his weird monster teeth?"

Demon... Might wanna add that to the list, We've got Monster, Demon, Corpse Rabbit, Idiot, Moron and probably a lot of others I've completely forgotten... I need to start writing these down.

"As if, I'll-"

"Bonnie."

...

...Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

With a warped smile on my face, I slowwwwly but surely turn around to face my inevitable demise. Secretly praying that I wasn't about to see the person I was thinking of...

...

And as I saw the black security hat and blonde hair, my prayers were silenced and then trampled upon as if they were nothing.

It truly feels like the world is working against me today.

"...Hey, Vanessa. Nice-... weather we- You and I are having... R-Right?"

...

"Ahem."

...

Hehehe... I'm so screwed.

"How many times am I going to catch you outside? What is this, the third time this week?"

"W-What can I say? I'm a free spirit."

Smooth.

"You're free to head back to Fazbear's Frights, Bonnie. Speaking of which-"

Vanessa turned to Roxanne, folding her arms. I looked over at the wolf, who didn't exactly seem to be paying attention at the time.
"Roxanne, could you walk him back, Please?"

Roxy shook her head, mouth agape with eyes full of all sorts of negative emotions. I'm not one to wish pain upon another...

But this was hilarious.

"Wha- I'm not this asshole's babysitter; Why the hell should I have to do anything?"

"Roxanne, you were the first to see him outside of his attraction and you're the one he was talking to! Please don't argue with me on thi-"

"That doesn't mean shit! I already tolerate him enough as is, get Chica to do it! She's the one pulling him around all the time!"

Wow. Love you too, Roxanne.

Still, not exactly thrilled about Chica explaining the mathematic equations on how to get the best theoretical Pizza topping combination to me again. Gonna need to bounce soon.

Hmmm...

...

Sorry, wolfie. You're gonna have to take one for the team here.

Step, step, step, step.

"Chica is in the middle of playing with those children and Freddy is helping everyone leave-"

"Why don't you walk him back?! Why am I being singled out?"

Step, step, step, step.

"...Listen, Just-... All you have to do is- Oh my god, where did he go?"

Step, step, step, step, step

"Wah- BONNIE! Where are you- Get back here!" Vanessa yelled after me, which gave me the funny idea to laugh like a supervillain as I ran.

"You'll never take me alive!" I yelled in triumph as I make off with the greatest heist of all time. The grand treasure I stole being my right to freedom.

Now all I have to do is avoid everyone else like the plague and I'll be home free!

Might actually get away with this!

...

Wishful thinking, me, very wishful thinking.

Grrrrr, come on...

...

Snap

... I'm going to kill someone. I swear to god.

...

Snap

...

Deep breathes, deep breath-

Snap

I immediately launch the guitar over the glass railing, sending it sailing through the air until it smashed into a Staff bots head, cracking in two as it fell limply on the ground. The staff bot had seemingly befell the same fate, which forced me to grimace.

Totally getting yelled at later. Whatever.

Alright, time for Guitar number three.

Still don't understand why there was just a crate full of Broken Guitars and Basses down here, but at least it gives me something to do. Better than all the nothing I've found on this 'Expedition' into the underbelly of the Pizzaplex. And certainly better than if I actually listened to Mrs Go-back-to-your-room and let Roxy drag me all the way back to Fazbear's Frights.

You can only play Butter vs Pickles so many times before you realise how absolutely bored you are.

With a slight amount of reservation, I pull out the next instrument, silently apologising to it for the grim fate it was probably about to befall. Like most of the others, the strings that connected from the bridge to the end were incredibly loose, and because I, for some reason, wanted to try my hand at Guitar, I'm here trying to restring them.

Why am I doing this again? Oh, right, cuz I'm an idiot.

...

Now that I think about it, this'd probably be way easier if I just looked for new strings...

I look around myself at the immense piles of crates around me, all sealed tight with a crap ton of screws. Unless this thing works as a crowbar, I ain't getting into those anytime soon.

Instead, I grit my teeth and return to the meticulous process of gripping the metal wire and winding it tightly into the tuner before pulling back, allowing the rusty wires to poke out. Applying cautionary stability to them seems to do no help, but if I don't then the string'll snap like all of the other millions of times I've tried to do this.

...

Okay, not what I wanted.

One of the string's ends was jutting out of a hole in the Guitar's body, I guess I should expect these things to have holes in them... The big question is how the hell do I get that string to-Well, y'know, not do that.

Pressing against it seems to have the opposite effect, feels like the damn thing is just avoiding me. This is the last guitar in the box too, so can't exactly afford to mess this up.

Just- Come on! Just move it back in Bonnie, it's not that hard.

"Grrrr..."

God damn, maybe it is 'that hard.'

...

Making progress, just gotta-

"YES! Okay, finally. Now I just have to-"

"Dreadbonnie?"

Snap.

...

Are you-...

"So this is were you went after the- Is that one of my old Guitars?"

Never in my life have I wanted nothing more than to eat Fried Chicken right now.

I silently place down the Guitar with one hand before turning towards my feathered friend with the biggest fake smile I could muster, trying my absolute damndest to make it seem like I don't want her dead.

I don't, but I'm really damn close.

"Heyyyyy Chica! How are youuuuu? I'm fucking GREAT!"

"...Y-You seem stressed, did I come at a bad time?"

"Whaaaaaat?-Nooooo, I'm here just you know, doing... stuff and... things..."

...

Her face.

I know that face.

Something is wrong.

"J-Just- What do you need Chica?"

"B-But I don't wanna bother you if you're stressed! Then both of us are going to feel horrible!"

"I'm not stressed, I just-"

"That's what a stressed person who doesn't want people to know they're stressed would say!"

...

What?

Chica simply pouted at me before turning away from me and folding her arms, every part of her movements being overly exaggerated. I couldn't help but facepalm, instead pushing myself off of the box I was sitting on.

"Listen, Chica, I get that you hate bothering people, but refusing to tell someone just because they look angry isn't going to get rid of those thoughts either. Just tell me what's up."

"B-But I-"

I stare at her expectantly, arms raised slightly in a 'Come on, spill it.' way. After a few more seconds of shaking her head, she finally caves and sighs, refusing to look me in the eye.

Well, it's progress at least. Usually, she just flat-out refuses or denies the very idea of something being wrong, despite the contrary being very obvious.

"I-I was playing tag with some k-kids and... I-I didn't mean to, I swear!"

"Chica, what-"

"NO! You don't understand! It j-just happened! I didn't-"

"You need to tell me what happened before I can-"

The chicken pushes my hand away when I try to place it on her shoulder, instead of backing up with a guilty look on her face, something is very clearly wrong here. Chica never not shares her feelings about things, so either this is something extremely serious or...

You know what? Thinking about this isn't getting us anywhere.

"Did one of the kids get into an accident?"

"Aa-I- I didn't mean to trip Charlie, I swear!"

Ah hah. Gotcha.

She threw her hands into my face, attempting to block my vision. I simply grip her wrists and put them down, staring at her with an unamused look.

"Were you seriously that torn up over accidentally tripping a kid on a soft carpet?"

"B-But I-"

"Seriously, you really need to learn how to let go. Was Charlie alright?"

"Y-Yes... But his Mother was really angry! Mrs Vanessa and her argued because of me! A-And she said she wasn't ever taking him here again... So I got sad and-... ended up finding you here."

So that's why she's so torn up about this. Chica and that boy were pretty good friends from what I could tell, mainly because their names were similar. She always knew how to bond with the kids pretty damn well, the most I could ever manage is try to make myself as least threatening as possible.

Still, Angry moms were pretty commonplace round here, and an accident is an accident.

"...Well, at least he didn't get hurt right?"

"B-But now I'll never see him again!"

"You really think that woman is gonna be able to keep her son away from this place? It's the only entertainment people have for miles, everything you could ever want in a Mall IS here. Plus, you and the little kid are friends right?"

"Y-Yeah."

"Then he'll probably nag his mom into bringing him back. Y'know, kinda like you whenever I say I'm too busy to get dragged around."

"Wha- Rude! Why do you go from helpful to mean so often?"

"Cuz it's my job to be unpredictable. It's the only way I won't get swept up in some dumb situation, speaking of which- Mind helping with these damn strings? My nails keep breaking them."

"There's an open box of them over there..."

...

Son of a fucking bitch.

I grab the guitar and throw it at the box, causing both of them to tumble away. Chica's eyes simply widened as I immediately walk in the other direction.

"Stupid Guitar... with its stupid strings."

I can hear Chica catch up to me, but I'm too engrossed in my own petty frustration to pay her any mind, I simply keep sulking as she lets out a small giggle, clearly finding my childish whimpering amusing.

Something tells me this is gonna go on for a while.

Whatever, at least I managed to get down here this time, I never get this far normally when wandering, so there's probably more I could mess around with.

Worst comes to Worst, an attempt to beat the high scores in the West Arcade. Still don't know how those got so high, but I've got all damn night to try and usurp the holder. While I'm at it, try and finally beat Monty at Mini Golf...

Yeah, I wish.


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WORD COUNT: 4081

I'm back!... Again.

For like the 3rd time.

God I suck at writing on time.

Anyways, thanks for reading! Lemme know if you enjoyed it or not! Criticisms are always appreciated!

Also, tip of the day: remember to brush your teeth and use mouthwash. Ya breath is musty as freak.