Author's notes: So. I always wanted to do a Five Nights fic, so here we are.

I've wanted to do once since... eh, maybe since FNAF 2 several years ago. Never could come up with anything good (and the fandom probably has exhausted everything else so, yeah. Hopefully not treading on any toes here). But Security Breach's choppy, messily done, clumsy, flawed and absolutely horrendous methods in story telling gave me some incentive to try 'fixing it' while still somehow sticking to what we know about it. A wonderful writing challenge that both gives me freedom to write as I can while being within a certain limit! I also love Security Breach despite its stitched up, patchy, horrible mess so... yeah. Here we are. With an opener. Nice. Dreams do come true. :D

This story will be told with certain POV shifts- not unlike my past fics but a little different this time. There will be past events (like this one here), that lead into what's going on into the future- into RUIN. In fact, this story takes place in RUIN- and POV's like this one here will be at an undetermined time in the past. Hopefully they make sense and help build up what's going on- as I am working with a chopped up skeleton of a wreck that was considered a finished game.

IMPORTANT TO NOTE: I have NOT read the books. I don't want to. I won't even use the material that may be in them. I don't like them. If that isn't your cup of tea, well, you've been warned. I'm sticking with what I do know and the game itself, and what Scott used over the course of the other games to try and sew up this monster mess in a different way. I considered using the whole GGY thing to some extent, but couldn't find a way to tie it in well and I did say I don't like the books so... yeah. Its not like I read it so much as I youtube'd summaries.

OH WELL.

Also, I will be taking certain liberties with the characters- whatever seems realistic in terms of reaction instead of just shock value like the games so much like to hinge on. Some reactions will change- some may not. You will have to see for yourself. I'm sure you guys understand that. With that said-

Onto the show!

Sometime during the Pizzaplex's prime-

GLAMROCK BONNIE

He'd always been able to hear everything.

Not a lot of people knew it, but he had fantastic hearing. Guess it came with being a rabbit character. Even now, his ears were pivoting to and fro; catching whatever nuance the building made whenever the ambient music fizzled to a low drone and the lights dimmed. An apprehensive, imposing quietude engulfed the PizzaPlex in its entirety. Once the people was gone, every hour, the Daycare Attendant was allowed to roam the place about as much as Security was (if for a short few minutes for the attendant's case)- and the Glamrocks can join the fun in patrolling the place (if they wanted) and having the liberty to take some time to themselves.

After all, as thinking, sentient beings, they should be allowed some recreational opportunities too, right? Even they get bored! If there was a break-in, Bonnie would definitely hear it. But he also roamed the building simply doing what he wanted for fun! No harm, no foul. He patrolled, got a nice jaunt out of it, visited the other attractions for said recreation since he had time for some self-love, why not take it? Especially considering since his day was tightly controlled by scheduled birthdays, concerts, and autograph ops. His 'shift', if one considered it that way, was full to bursting with activity. No time to think at all.

When he'd been given this ability to listen, it was originally to help him keep track of rhythm and the number of beats in their music. He could help keep 'time' in their songs, seeing as they had no bass drummer beyond the vibrating synth-wave/rock hybrid nature of their music to go by. With this hearing, he can very acutely pick up deviations in their music and lightly correct the others during rehearsals with small motions of his ears and the occasional glance. And if there's a note missing, he can cover it easy within a nanosecond of notice; his bass overlap smothering any notable error during live performances. Freddy sometimes covered it with his voice, or the others with their own respective instruments if the others made any kind of mistake-

It was beautiful synergy. Magnificent in every measure, almost literally, in a sense!

But now we go back to other ulterior use of his hearing: Call it a curse. Mayhaps a blessing in equal measure. Most often, it can be perceived as a mixed bag. But as of lately, its sad to say that Glamrock Bonnie only ever saw it as a burden- an irritating notion that continued to besiege him with oddly organic thoughts of frustration and mounting anger. Because now, he thought he was still hearing things. Its bad enough that, certain loud noises make him jumpy and stun him. One time, Chica's experimental voice box upgrade forced him into a hard restart. Talk about a disaster!

The other funny thing about working in a Fazbear-owned joint was that its 'rules' were strangely not unlike Disney world if you consider the one particular demand that is required of the characters here: To never break your character, per se (and this includes the other human personnel too in some measure) and act as accommodating to the customer as possible- as the customer is always right. Human or bot must remain cool and welcoming under fire- and the bots themselves had to behave as according to their assigned personalities as much as possible.

In other words, they should act as much like the original variations of that character as could be (with the exception of the newer characters like Monty and Roxy, since they're their own new variant). It helped that they were programmed to behave a certain way: as it's always been a part of their base code. Literally, their personality chips were the very backbone of their core selves. Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica had this rule applied to them that they should somewhat behave as the originals, with this behavior a sort of acting blueprint. After all, it was as the CEO of Fazbear Entertainment himself said many decades ago:

"These characters shall live on... they shall live on."

So yeah, that quote extends FAR into the future. The character and their 'character'. What makes them them. THAT was what people would remember of them. Why the company somewhat managed to scrape by on. Character was the key word, and by far one of the important words here in this place.

Freddy had his warm, almost paternal, familiar role model-like mannerisms- he was the pinnacle of a guardian if there was any misbehaved children. He was the LEAD of them, after all. He HAD to be perfect. Everyone and their mom knew that.

Chica was as bubbly socially as a shaken up Fizzy Faz; carbonated CHARM in a can that stood 7 feet tall and could manage to convince you that overly greasy pizza was in fact HEALTHY for you. She was higher energy, and it was meant to stand in vibrant, colorful contrast to Bonnie's cooler demeanor. It helped make the trio stand out from each other further when their characters was formed on paper eons ago.

Bonnie himself? Well, he should be the relaxed one: Easy going, leisurely but not lazy, and even given a mild sort of voice that matches the 'chill' he's supposed to exhume against the higher velocity of Roxy and Chica. His voice was also a slight couple notches higher than Freddy's baritone- but something that was easy to deal with in case of- you guessed it, an angry customer. Bonnie can deal with difficult consumers and made it an art. In retrospect, they ALL were capable of it, but SOMEONE had to have the somewhat additional layer of charm in a different measure when everyone else is dancing to a different beat!

Okay, so maybe he was preening himself there. Bad Bonnie.

Anyways, mild deviations in logic and reasoning beyond that baseline weren't so bad as long the decisions made during their adaptive phases weren't terribly disrupted- and decisions were that the aforementioned originals would theoretically make themselves, in a way (like in the cartoon they show in the theater). So even if the rule is to not act differently than usual, its not like they could deviate from the norm too much-

That is, until Bonnie realized he could, in fact, do so within a certain parameter and start to break logic down bit by bit.

Suddenly, the rabbit took pause from his musings: He cocked his head and pitched an ear towards the direction of Fazerblast. There was always a small commotion of sounds there, even during the night- which was a bit annoying for his hearing, but he never said anything to Freddy about it. He thought he heard that thunk thunk noise telling of the air vent vocalizing its complaint again, but nope: it's literally just an inanely inadequate S.T.A.F.F bot rolling into a wall. Likely a small malfunction in its pathing. Routine maintenance was due soon anyways so... its whatever to him. The bot already was correcting itself and slithering away towards the Kids Cove for some reason.

Anyways. As to his observation-

There was a bug in their programming; an error or oversight on the engineer and programmer's parts that allowed this to shift ever-so-slightly. A grievous, tragically horrifying flaw that he detected lately as these anomalies across the PizzaPlex began to make themselves know to him and stir within him a newer series of complexities to his developing emotions. The baser forms of his usual non-complex, overly relaxed and welcoming personality had shifted throughout time- as their A.I allowed them the capacity to learn and adapt to the greater nuances of 'the human condition'- to grow in accordance to the demands of the consumers in order to be 'relevant' and familiar to people in order to get them to come back and spend more. There was a weird program within him (as well as them all) that allowed him to learn greater behaviors than what they were first created with (the blueprint personality was their default settings, if one recalls- and they were simply adding to it with this kind of learning). Its something he'd never thought of before until this one incident-

He'd have to thank Chica for the observation, but he never came clean about this error in their programming to her just yet. He felt like telling anyone right now would have the technicians would dragging all the animatronics back to Parts and Services for an enormous overhaul of their already disastrously horrible breach in protocol. And frankly, Bonnie would like to retain some form of his independent outlook until he grew to better understand it and share his observations with his besties. He knew he was something more complex than just being a kid's source of entertainment and most expensive 'toy' ever conceived.

He- no, they- were true A.I. They weren't just basic kids' party bots anymore- and they hadn't been since the Mega PizzaPlex was built. This was something no other bot in pre-established locations didn't have the benefit of being, seeing as technology only allowed for so much intelligence in earlier history of the Fazbear Entertainment franchise. If there were intelligent A.I then, Bonnie didn't know of it. In retrospect, he and the other Glamrocks were the most convoluted and expensive bots ever built for a reason. They were ART made real. And while their personalities had been so much less than what it was now when they were first made, it had swiftly grew in a manner not unlike humans- they sponged information as a toddler did and consumed. They GREW, even if it wasn't in physical appearance. It was a dynamic both fascinating and disorienting-

But he digressed. Learning was... strange, if done too fast.

Back to the main matter at hand- as the things he'd been 'hearing' and changing based upon what Chica's done, they tie into one-another. A lot of what he was feeling now was a new curiosity that kept on giving: To begin this process of thought, one must consider what was established with the bots- as each was special and had a 'role' of sorts in the PizzPlex itself beyond just being a late 70's or 80's themed punk rock band.

Chica was well-known to be a food fanatic, and not just of pizza, despite the latter being her favorite. As it is, she has the Bakery and MAZErcise all to herself. Two areas of the PizzaPlex were all hers to represent. And in both areas, food was the primary motivation for her image (if one recounts the use of MAZErcise was an elaborate 'get fit' scheme that makes one hungry after a supposed work-out): She was supposed to advertise the food, no matter what it was they sold (minus the ice cream parlor Bonnie himself oversaw). Chica ate pizza with the kids, made it look like she was enjoying it with them- ingratiated herself with an energetic gusto that drew people in and prompted them to buy MORE food. She was, in some way, a master of advertising food. THAT was her greatest power and biggest role here. And no other character can fill that.

Chica even in older locations always advertised food. It was even written on her bibs she'd worn on older variants. Food was Chica's whole image. FOOD was her leading role, funnily enough. Chica was also well-versed in advertising it- and advertising was, in some aspect, mild deceit. But most successful advertisements were based in deceit so... one cannot blame her for what the company told her to do. She was actually a master of deceit in some respect- and not anyone would ever suspect her of it.

But then, this is where it got tricky:

All the bots here were programmed to prioritize the safety of the children too. If a child was in danger, no matter what, they must be taken to a first aid station or to an adult (or the Attendant, worse case) for care. And, worst scenario, certain safety protocols were dropped so they can protect that child from pressing dangers. That had been an absolute since the first complex animatronics were made.

So why did Chica attack patrons for their pizza or pizza-flavored articles?

As Bonnie meandered around the atrium with his ears perked, his processor mulled over these strings of information within milliseconds. He folded his azure limbs over his immaculate (and recently buffed) crimson chassis. His maroon eyes scanned the neon-lit walls, but it was his ears he was using right now; not his basic, RGB camera eyes that saw no more than an average person's eyes did. He was listening; listening for those mysterious noises again. His thoughts reviewed the recent accident with Chica in greater detail as he observed the for-now quiet atrium all the while.

Apparently, the 'bug' in their programming was in the lapse of priority: Its like the techs couldn't decide whether or not Chica should be prioritizing the safety of her patrons first or she should continue to behave within the realms of her programming and eat food so to make it seem more appetizing to others- to eat and prioritize making it look good as she RELISHED it (as Fazbear Entertainment has always been so obsessed with... making their products and themselves look good in general. Go figure). Her priority to 'advertise' superseded the child safety protocols sometimes. Literally, her programs swapped out in terms of importance and task allocation when certain situations were met became iffy. Lines blurred. It came down to what mattered more: Safety of her patrons, or do as commanded and eat all things pizza because she was programmed to eat it and advertise it?

It was so obscenely stupid. A poor oversight all-in-all.

But oh-so interesting to note.

Chica seemed to get confused about what her programing dictated sometimes- the poor, slightly addled hen. And while she is clearly sentient and could make decisions on her own volition, her chip and certain parts of her programming had been damaged thanks to her repeated exposure to Monty's Mystery Mix. Repairs had been made, but they were only temporary until she gets into the food again and the cycle rinses and repeats. She starts to malfunction, albeit briefly, and charges towards anyone with pizza-ANYTHING in their grasp. Scarily enough, this had became something ever-so organic: an ADDICTION, albeit quite severe. This love-hate relationship between her and the food imposed upon her upon consumption of the mix made her programming variables (somehow) glitch.

But.

BUT.

It was because she can interchangeably rewrite what priority mattered more- even if it was unconscious or no- that had him thinking that he can maybe, just MAYBE, do the same with his own programming- to change what mattered more willfully.

They have the potential to rewrite themselves thanks to these oversights. To truly develop as true A.I. They can adapt faster and in more complicated ways than once previously thought. Their 'adaptive' programming that allowed them to make certain decisions and learn with their organic patrons and fellow staff- it was what enabled this ability. Chica bugging out after eating the mix helped cement this hunch.

What a strange, glaring, horrible, but intriguing actuality. They can change whatever they wanted so long as it doesn't completely break the 'rules' of their character so far imposed upon them. There was some wiggle room here to be had.

And a good rockstar always should, by custom, bend some rules.

Glamrock Bonnie's right ear always drooped a bit more than the left; perhaps a character-based habit of being a Bonnie. Not because his ears were broken or weaker than the other. However, it elevated and swiveled again on rolling joints as he thought he heard that irritating clang clang in the vents AGAIN. For the MILLIONTH time.

CARROTS that was annoying!

He spat a curse- something he wouldn't ever do around Freddy (not that he'd dream of cursing around his best buddy in general). As of recently, the ability to swear had JUST been enabled to him: As he'd been pondering Chica's swap of priorities, he wondered if he could bypass or remove that annoying swear filter in their programming by shifting certain priorities around. They CAN'T swear around children- that was the baseline of that rule. But if there's no children present then... he figured he could put this experiment to the test in an harmless manner by moving some priorities based upon importance. As of only RECENTLY, as in just this WEEK, he realized he can, in fact, SWEAR.

So, he said in answer to those annoying noises, "Fuck fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck-y fuck-y fucking HELL."

Beautiful English right there. Wonderful Rockstar-worthy vocabulary. The epitome of punk rock vocalization. After all, he WAS supposed to behave as much like a rocker as possible while being child friendly, yes? So, just don't swear around widdle kids. Easy Peasy. Nice easy lapse of priorities.

Anyways, whatever was in those vents now was TEASING him. Whatever or whoever was in them KNEW he was listening. NOTHING ever escaped HIS ears. Nothing.

How'd he know there's someone in there? Well, he could hear the bangs and thumps move. Bonnie had been gifted with an extremely acute augmented auditory emitters not just in his cranium, but in his ears too- the additional surface area of his lapine appendages allowed more sensors to be installed- and because of which, he can hear things no other bot can. Why was this case? Well, why did Chica have the ability to taste and smell? Why does Roxy have night vision? Why does the redneck gator get an amazing 'lunge' ability and obscene strength and somehow essentially makes him inadvertently dangerous?

Simply put, it gave the bots an edge when it comes to security. Bonnie for instance can use his ears to detect what Roxy's eyes could not. He can hear something as subtle as a heartbeat from all the way across Rockstar Row from its opposite side in the right setting.

So now we go back to his earlier panderings of this hearing being a curse:

He was hearing weird things in those vents. Lots of banging, scraping, and movement as it traveled- yes TRAVELED- down their length. He was the bot who first DETECTED this abnormality and reported it to the staff in the first damn place. They called the Low-budget Vent contractors next day and got them to arrive during their next Maintenance period (which can last roughly 5 days to a week, depending on whatever issues arose), but of course, they said they found nothing after a brief look-over their huge and labyrinthine ventilation system.

Why does the company constantly insist on these low-budget solutions? SERIOUSLY. What made them think these guys could FIND anything in a ventilation system so vast someone could go YEARS without being discovered in them?

So now, despite Bonnie's endless complaints, they haven't essentially done anything about the clanging. And now, he was SURE he can hear MOVEMENT in them. Like something was scraping along the walls to unseen parts of the PizzaPlex. As he listened now, make no mistake, he can hear the clanging as it sidled along not too far away from Fazerblast-

In fact, one could say, it was moving towards it.

The beeps, boops, and starship-like drone that emanated from inside the laser-tag-on-steroids attraction was loud to him, but that banging was now SO MUCH LOUDER.

He could track it.

He can FIND IT.

And he will.

"You haven't lost me yet," he grumbled lowly to himself as he began trekking towards Freddy's (somewhat biased) favorite attraction. Bonnie felt his teeth, however small and few he had, brandish themselves in a full, wide grin as he hunched and crept towards the source of the whumps and wanging-

And then, just then, his focus completely arrested on that travelling ruckus, was shattered when a joyous, whole-and-hale and hearty "HELLO!" broke his gaze and made the somewhat skittish animatronic jump a whopping 2 feet into the air out of sheer FRIGHT.

Yes. Bonnie was skittish. He absolutely HATED that inadvertent personality feature- but he supposed it was another consequence of having hearing so good that he thought he can hear rodents humping in the walls in the kitchens (or maybe it was a blueprint personality quirk-? He'd have to double check that). Roxy had her confidence issues despite her bravado, Monty had his social ineptitude despite his strangely wide grin and boisterous welcomes, Chica had her strangely odd and developing habit of eating things she shouldn't to demonstrate her stress- The list goes on. Thank some of their upgrades and buggy programming for these chaotic traits.

"Peter-freaking-Cottontail FREDDY," he bristled when the noise stopped. Yes, it stopped right when his best friend walked up and smacked him on the back. He also had to make sure he didn't sputter any unsavory words around the orange bear to begin with- so, back to the annoying rabbit-related swears.

Why did the company program their language to such a weird and CORNY extent? Questions for later, he figured.

"Bonnie! We'd been looking for you- you're late, you know!"

Freddy's wonderfully and woefully charming warmth could douse anyone's conflagration of roiling irritation in SECONDS- but not in this instant. Bonnie felt his left eye twitch out of sync with his other- one ear, cocked higher than the other sagged halfway down.

This mutinous expression had the bear's smile disappear in record time. "My goodness, did I frighten you that badly? Again?"

"Nuh- er- erg-"

English, rabbit.

"Nerr- no. No. I ain't scared at all. Nup, not-uh. Not me, Freddo. Nope. Never."

"You are a brazen liar and it tickles me to think you can get away with that with me," Freddy almost chortled, although the slant of his eye lids and the nuanced sag of his ears gave another of the impression of his unease at having inadvertently annoying his bestest bud.

Bonnie cracked a static-y grunt, a gesture once learned from the observation of beleaguered parents dealing with whatever unsaid worries they clearly shouldered. He inclined his head slightly, his unruly mop of cerulean hair bouncing at it.

"You were hearing it again, weren't you?"

The blue bunny didn't answer immediately, ears swiveling next towards Fazerblast- and to his great disappointment, the sound didn't happen again. Mayhaps whatever's in it knew he was watching? It didn't help that the atrium had an annoying habit of augmenting Freddy's already orotund baritone. No doubt they heard him and knew he and the bear were here. But... there's no way they can hear that that well, right?

He couldn't dwell on that passively intrusive observation for long- as Bonnie's lack of reply was apparently answer enough. Freddy huffed in a mirrored variation of Bonnie's own sigh and bopped his back again, "I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was being annoying-"

His camera eyes blinked again, the gaze somewhat dazed as he briefly checked the main system for any recent trips- to which he still found none. Frustrated, he harrumphed and focused on the bear. "Nah, man. Come off it. You ain't annoyin' me for shi- snitchzel sticks-" he hissed when he realized he almost used a no-no word around his friend. "I was... likely... gonna lose it again anyways. Like always. Whateve's, man! So, you were sayin' I was late for what now-?"

"A-HEM," Freddy mimicked a cough almost perfectly there.

"...Oh crap baskets. Yeah. Apparently I did..." The rabbit gave a sheepish look here as he checked a missed notification blipped in front of his visons. He was missing their play date. EMBARRASSING.

Another bop- Freddy's visage giving a more easy smile here- with the artificial ursine turning towards the escalator going to the floors above. "Gracious, Bonnie. You're driving yourself insane with that ventilation problem. The contractors already looked it over- and while I understand and usually emphasize the importance of safety and functionality in an environment like this, built for children no less-" He waved a blue-tip claw around nonchalantly before flattening it in an open palm, "-It unsettles me to see you so upset over it for so long now! Why not unwind with us for once, hm? A rousing round Merry-Go-Cade!"

For context, the game was where the animatronics would go onto as many of the arcade machines on a single floor at the Fazcade and get the highest scores on a certain number of cabinets. Whoever had the most high scores on the most devices won that. It was an interesting and silly waste of time but helped burn the night off whenever the bots had no rehearsals or patrol to get to-

Bonnie smiled, his mechanical visage convincing, for all intents and purposes. But somehow, even a stiff-lipped bot could betray some level of complexity and uneasiness in his face despite the lack of movement from their muzzles and brows. The rest of their gestures and emotive displays showed in their tone, fingers, posture, and various appendages (given they had any). In Bonnie's case, his sagging ears gave away a lot more than what his face could. Monty had his tail to account for, and Roxanne had her own-

Freddy and Chica's tells were in their eyes, fingers, and posture. No extra appendages to account for. And speaking of which-

"Your ears are droopy."

"They always droop."

"Not like that."

Now he perked them up, "There. Better?"

Freddy stopped on the second floor, waiting until Bonnie have moseyed off the escalator to face him. Now his expression gave that oddly weird, almost solemn look. And great jumping jack-rabbits, it bugged Bonnie to see it. It made him feel like he just disappointed his OWN parent despite having never had any. He winced at the sight of it.

"Bonnie, if you're not feeling up for it, you can just say so. And before you say anything-" he pointed a blue tipped claw at the equally as blue rabbit, he went on with, "-I know you want to concentrate on that possible safety violation, and I apologize for impeding you for it, but it feels like you've bent out of shape over it for quite some time. I must emphasize that you take it easy for once. You've been doing this on and off and its made the others worry. I'm just shocked you find this to be so pertinent-"

Beyond the other gross, horrifying blatant safety and OSHA violations everywhere else (which they can't seem to help beyond filing complaints), Bonnie can see the bear's building point. He remained stonily silent as Freddy went on.

"-At any rate, you yourself told Roxy to apply a little self-care once in a while! A little extra pep talk, and some time to relax never hurt. And what with our busy day-to-day, I have to concrete to you- the relaxed one around here- to take a break for one night with us. Come be my melon felon partner in crime and slay some dragons as a bunbarian brother-in-arms! What do you say? Chica and Roxy are waiting for us!"

Bonnie frowned, then cocked his head again, ears crooked upon his mop-top. "What uh.. what about Alligator-Dundee?"

Freddy's muzzle moved in a clench; imitating the idea of mashing lips as he weighed that query, "He said... he needed to clean up the golf course... but it was already clean when I checked in on him...? And when he insisted he still had work to do, I asked him if we could help and make a game out of it! But... he just grunted and waved me off? It was odd."

Only odd if you haven't considered that the gator doesn't like you.

Bonnie narrowed his maroon eyes, but he didn't say that part aloud. He already observed that Monty doesn't seem too keen on Freddy for SOME unforeseeable reason. He had no idea why, but it rubbed the rabbit the wrong way. He didn't have the heart to tell Freddy that it was possible Monty disliked him. EVENTUALLY he felt he should say something, but he wasn't sure when.

He waved it off, "Don't matter. Maybe he's afraid of losing again? I mean, I don't want to strut around in a Orville Elephant mask again for a day as a result of losing..."

Here Freddy's smile was oddly acidic- an oily bloom that spread on clear water. Absolutely MALICIOUS in expression. The stare had Bonnie twitching already.

"Then you won't like what the cost of this round's Merry-Go-Cade is gonna be-"

"Ah HECK no. Don't tell me its Mr. Hippo related-?"

Freddy continued to smirk, then suddenly, he was turning to DASH towards the Fazcade.

"The one with the worst score has to wear the magnet on his chassis for a WEEK. COME BEAT ME, BONNIE! OR YOU'RE THE ONE WEARING IT NEXT DAY!"

Blink blink. Blink.

"Oh HECK'S nah. Not cool, man!" The rabbit thundered at Freddy's retreating back. Boy that bear can run!

He only paused once more mid-stride to listen for that noise again, but was disappointed when it didn't happen. He sighed, narrowed his eyes, and beat it to the over-bloated arcade. Maybe, he'll get whoever's causing that noise another night. After all, he wouldn't mind watching Roxanne spit fire and razor blades when she had to adorn that awful magnet. She was always more herself when she was fired up!

A soft 'beep' indicated that the motion sensor caught that that annoying, pompous rabbit was FINALLY moving away. She pressed a button on the side of her Fazwatch, the screen going dark after she double checked to make sure Bonnie wouldn't be lingering too near. The last thing she needed was his nose to catch what his ears or eyes missed.

Why were these stupid Glamrocks so advanced? Its bad enough their animal-like features made them so unforgivably irritating to circumvent.

The patchwork rabbit chuffed, snickered, and ducked her head. Behind her, she was pulling a modestly small, black trash-bag in her wake. Its dead weight was annoying to slither around with in this cramped space, but it wasn't like she was going to get any clearance to properly dispose of it until she passed the atrium in its entirety. She had to use the vents this evening to bypass the meandering bots first-

But that other rabbit... he will no doubt continue to be a problem for Vanny. She didn't know what to do with him yet, nor if she even COULD get him off her tail, in theory- but she had to mull over her options first.

For now, the mission was back on.

With the bag tied painfully to her ankle, she continued on, intending to get rid of it before it started to stink. Her quarry had been especially evasive this eve, but its not like her prey ever won any of their games. She ALWAYS found a way.

She was always the winner in these types of games- and that was an absolute.