Author's Notes: Saying ahead of time: I don't know anything about animatronics in real life. Trying my best here to make due with what fiction hands us. I DID do some research beyond simple googling, but a lot of the sites that come up were for FNAF tutorials and what-not. It was hard finding anything. I'll try to do better in the future. But if anyone here is a tech wizard, I'd love to hear what you know about it!

Also sorry about the LENGTH. I got a little too into it. XD

Sometime during the PizzaPlex's prime-

GLAMROCK BONNIE

He was no couch potato, not by ANY means- but damn if it didn't feel good to just kick it back like a hard-core stoner with not a single care in the world.

He had to admit, he moved around a LOT despite having the default blueprint personality that said he's supposed to be nigh-on lazy. He's constantly moving around the PizzaPlex; tending birthdays, single-handedly manning the bowling alley and its inner facets (like the ice cream parlor and personal stage), and he's supposed to- or more like, required- to interact with the people in the lanes in-between serving them the ice cream and doing the stage performances. Its a LOT, but he needed to be as social as possible. He needed to make the company feel friendlier at face value-

-Even though he knew that's a bald-face lie.

But they programmed him to do it. And if he didn't comply, they'll assume there's something wrong with him and cart him off to Parts and Service again. Not fun. A day at the bot-doctors isn't a way to spend his holiday.

And if he wasn't tending his own section of the PizzaPlex, he's being dragged off by one of the other Glamrocks for some kind of hare-brained (ha! PUNS) game- or a concert. Or, on one rare occasion, Monty himself for some harmless golfing. Now the latter was a story for another time- but this was before Bonnie learned Monty disliked Freddy. All in-all, Bonnie was needed for a LOT of things even outside the bowling alley, let alone in it. And further, that wasn't even ALL the things he needed to do in weekly routine.

So even a bot could feel exhausted by it all- and he couldn't imagine how Freddy felt; seeing as the bear was generally favored by most and was being constantly dragged off by someone or another. He was the main attraction after all: and more often than not, his name was often dropped when it came to Glam-Deluxe Birthday Bashes. He was tending birthdays just a bit more than the others, but even then its still more than what Bonnie thought he could deal with. The bear was also a bit more social than he was... so maybe he didn't count this as work in his books. But still, Bonnie digressed.

For now though, he was sitting on his couch in his Green room; not haunting his dressing room in the alley looking for a little reprieve and the spare moment to hide away. He had a greater sense of privacy then what was programmed- something he just developed over time naturally as a consequence of his developing A.I. Not a loner, but something close to it. He liked keeping to himself the rare times he was allowed the luxury.

On a side note, each Glamrock had a little extra something-something across the PizzaPlex: Chica had MAZErcise and the Bakery, Freddy had Fazerblast and parts of the Fazcade, Roxy had her raceway and beauty salon- Bonnie himself? He had a personal show stage, creamery and an entire vibed-out bowling alley all wrapped into one. Pretty sweet digs!

And, that's not including the fact he had two rooms to himself.

He wondered if the owner of this building was an old, classic Bonnie fan and if he was biased towards the rabbit character. Nah, maybe that's just Bonnie's own ego telling him that after a point... but he had two rooms. TWO. How come Freddy didn't? How come Bonnie had two stages to perform in? One with his Glam-brother and sisters and one to HIMSELF? There's GOTTA be some bias somewhere higher up. You can't tell him that it wasn't coincidence.

He wondered about Monty sometimes. Monty had the golf course, and it was pretty damn wicked, if the rabbit dare say so himself (and he's complimented Monty on it too- to which the gator gave his best approximation of an awkward smile). They were working on a gator gondola upgrade to make the rides flow everywhere across the golf course- and Monty had a stage to himself too even though he wasn't programmed to be a performer, per se (nor was he a certified Glamrock bot, but hey, he showed some talent).

It wasn't so bad though- in fact, the kids dig the wild, tangled jungle of his naturalistic residence and his dinosaurian look. Everybody loved dinosaurs! Your kid loved a dinosaur, your boyfriend loves dinosaurs, bitches love dinosaurs- HELL, even Bonnie thought dinosaurs were cool. And it helped that Monty could've passed as one, so yeah. He was growing in popularity. Good for him! Really. Bonnie wasn't being sarcastic about that. Its nice Monty was being adored for his own merit and not because he performed with the Glamrocks.

But still... all that silliness aside. Monty had the golf course and its attractions, of course, but nothing else can be seen of him across the PizzaPlex beyond the drawings kids leave of him. If one didn't like golfing, they could easily pass right by him and not know he resided in the PizzaPlex too unless he walked out and passed you by. It's honestly a little sad.

The gator was so studious about keeping his course clean (as clean as a forested mess could be) and interesting on the side. He'd been pitching some ideas for it too, showing a creativity Bonnie commended. Kudos to the reptile even though he was a supreme pain in the tail socially. Its a shame he dislikes Freddy! Now if only he knew why...

Anyways. Where was he? Oh yeah. He was kicking it. Why does he go off tangent like an old man? He knew the Bonnie character was ancient but come on man. He didn't need to go off like that.

Right now, he was kicking it so hard, that his couch had sunken considerably with him. He was still wearing his shades despite the low, weird, ambient blue lighting of his 'Green' room. So much for the name! He was smirking absently at the ceiling like it was some middle-aged lady gossiping about her day; one paw was under his head, supporting it, and the other rested lazily on his chest like he was waiting to be offered a shot or a bong. He felt good.

Chiller.

Even better, Rockstar Row was QUIET for once during this day. No people here now, no weird ventilation noises. Roxy wasn't around. Chica wasn't shredding next door... It was the Maintenance period; so no visitors until repairs and check-ups on every bot and attraction was finished. Which also meant Bonnie could BE as lazy as the sleepy-eyed, purple variant of him was in the cartoon.

Absolutely wonderful. He can be LAZY!

He could literally sit here and nod off. In fact, why not just INDULGE the whim for once? Didn't he deserve it? Hell YEAH he did. Rest mode sounded dandy.

"Self-love, baby," he muttered to no one in particular. He finally put the paw resting on his breast plate under his unruly scalp too; joining it with the other. He threw one long leg over the other; reclined further on the couch, and mimed breathing. "Nuthin' wrong with a little self-love. It's its own vibe~" he somewhat sang to himself at the end.

He yawned. Yes, he could pretend to yawn. He liked the leisurely appearance of it (and it could've also been an extension of his character blueprint as well as an organic behavior emulated from observation of people). He drew in the air well enough into a very narrow tertiary throat pipe; this pipe more tube than anything; leading down into a small compressor that eventually lead into a needle valve that blasted the now slightly cooler and more powerful air at the fans in his motor. They spun faster, which kept literally him a little ways cooler. It didn't impact his battery life too much at all. With this motion to sucking down air, it kept the fans moving without him having to supply any electricity to make them spin manually, beyond making the compressor work.

He supposed the feature was leftover from older variants of the characters to simulate something like breathing. To make them more human despite the animal-skins and traits. It was strangely backwards with humans- trying to draw something human from a metal beast automaton.

Ah well. He was a genius piece of art. Why should he complain about it? He was BONNIE. Not just any Bonnie; but GLAMROCK BONNIE. And while he'd been based off an older model, Bonnie knew he was unique from the elder versions in a plethora of ways- beyond the superficial. He was superior to them.

He was art made 'flesh', as the charming saying goes. Forgive the use of the word 'flesh' in this instance. But he was truest version of himself he felt he COULD be. There was beauty and pride to have in that. He shared the name and legacy and base personality traits, but he couldn't be more different from the purple rabbit in the cartoon.

His older versions- he knew their dirty secret. He called himself superior to them, because he knew some of these versions of ALL the characters have hurt someone in earlier history. He was better than that- he'd NEVER hurt a person.

Never.

He inhaled again; felt himself literally chill out more, and slipped into rest mode. He didn't dream- that was a completely organic concept. He just replayed images from past experiences to artificially simulate dreams (something he did for shits and giggles). Dreams were beyond him and his friends; and the rare times he's heard both patron and staff talk about their dreams, they seemed to be gross, kooky and/or WEIRD exaggerations of reality turned into utter and inane implausibilities. People don't fly in real life, but they dream of it.

That baffled him. And honestly, a small part of him envied it. He can feel complex emotions and grow in both intelligence and inflection, but there will always be limits to his organic-based characteristics. And seriously, he wasn't ignorant of the fact that REAL rabbits were apparently known for being very... promiscuous creatures with a short and hard life-span. And the last time he checked, he didn't have any unconscious desires for some of the stranger facets of flesh, blood and bone. His only desires were his music, friends, and taking the time to chill. Maybe sample his own ice cream on occasion... but a bot can dream to eat.

Huh. Stoner thoughts. Guess he could dream SOMETHING after all. Maybe actually eating... he kind of wished he could enjoy food the way humans did. Chica did but... she didn't PROCESS the food like they can- and he doubted she can taste or smell as they could. If there was a way they can have an artificial stomach to go with their artificial desire to eat, then he wouldn't complain. Surely, someone out there designed some kind of fake gut for a bot? And if they did, Bonnie would take them up on the idea of testing it- he had all that extra space in his chest cavity. Why NOT try it, if the chance arose? Chica can certainly do with an artificial stomach herself- as it would help inadvertently prevent damage to her endo if that food actually had somewhere to GO.

...Seriously. Why didn't they design their food mascot with a fake stomach? WHY omit that precious detail? That could've saved them some extra money trying to repair and replace her cheese-laden innards and soda-drenched wires.

At any rate, he remained in rest mode for some blessed 2 hours, 36 minutes and 23 seconds while dwelling on Chica's penchant to eat as a way to 'dream'. He only stirred when one ear went pert and swiveled towards his door. Both eyes remained closed, but he could hear Vanessa coming to his dwelling. Her gait, breathing, and the disgruntled commentary gave her away. He flicked his head, letting his shades fall further over his eyes to completely hide them from view.

She banged on his door; BANGED on it. Which was annoying. He frowned as best he could with no moving eyebrows, inhaling gustily again as if to sigh. He ignored her actually; didn't say anything, didn't even toss out a permission to come in. He knew she'd just barge in-

And barge in she did. She was waving her light around, spitting swears like a drunken sailor and stomping over to him with squared shoulders and bared teeth. She bore over him, shined the light at his face, and groaned.

"I KNOW you can hear me. Ignoring a fellow staff member is damn RUDE yunno!"

Bonnie yawned again. Then he drawled in the slowest, most relaxed tone possible, "Chill out, Summer-eyes. If I wanted to ignore you, I woulda locked my door and feigned being in here." He took a paw and pressed it against his shades; forcing them ever closer to his face with a single graceful claw tip. In hindsight, he WAS trying to ignore the annoying, stupid, blatantly disrespectful way she was brandishing that light. He resisted the temptation to mention it. Did she put more powerful batteries in it? It could've stun-locked Roxy! And yet she was waving it at his FACE- right into his eyes, no less- like its an interrogation not two seconds into being in his room? Did she WANT to put him into a system restart?

Yup. Holiday over. He was getting seriously vibe-checked and he HATED it- not that Bonnie was someone that'd ever vocalize it.

Vanessa spat then; sounding a lot like a cat getting its tail stepped on upon hearing his new nickname for her. She snarled, "CHILL OUT? How can I chill out if we're all in a damn tizzy?!" She squinted, leaning over further to see if his eyes were open- to which she couldn't tell. In actuality, Bonnie had only slightly opened one so to gauge her facial nuances more accurately (he's always game for better understanding of human faces. So many colorful expressions!). "-I'm only in here bothering you cuz I can't find Freddy! NOBODY'S been able to find him! And guess what? You two bro-hoes are so close together its a SHOCK you're not Siamese twins!"

"We're Siamese twins in soul, baby. At heart. Ya might as well flatter me more on the matter! And really-" He cracked a hard laugh, "-'Bro-hoes'? Oh that's good. That's honestly the best thing ever! I don't think anyone's called us anything like that yet!"

"Oh lord- Boastful, blundering, braggart Bugs-Bunny reject FUCK-UP. NOW GET UP!" She kicked his couch- prompting a sharp "Hey!" from him in-turn and he sitting up in mild protest. "Help me find him already! We looked in ALL his usual haunts, and we got NOTHING. We can't even get a read on his signal! What's worse-" She slapped a hand to her head and finally relented some of her fire. She suddenly looked genuinely worn- the expression almost prompting some manner of sympathy from Bonnie-

Almost.

"-What's worse," she said again. "-There's issues in the Raceway. AGAIN. Roxy's being an idiot and impeding the construction workers-" That got a glance of annoyance from the rabbit. "-And there's more and more cracks in the track all the time! This week, they're scheduled to put in some sorta elevator in the very back of the raceway so we can get to the bottom of the pit. Looks like its gonna be closed for a LOT longer."

"Bummer," he deadpanned, although Bonnie wasn't trying to sound super disrespectful towards Roxy's pride and joy. He knew she passionately loved that raceway- but he didn't know how else to reply beyond just staying silent. On the other matter, Freddy's lack of presence WAS admittedly disconcerting. The rabbit couldn't help but feel a little unnerved about it.

He blinked, then moved his shades down a bit to take in Vanessa's gaze directly. "Alright alright... I'll help. I can help calm Roxy's jets and find our missing Frederick Fredbear. No biggie. Just-" He raised both his hands towards her, "-Put the light down, and relax. Breathe, woman."

She gawped at him, frowned prettily, and sat back on her heels while pinching the flesh between her eyes. She did only one of the prior requests; taking that second to breathe.

Bonnie meanwhile slowly climbed to his fullest height; swiveling his neck in place to readjust whatever wiring moved and settled in the time he'd been lying there. The couch's arm rest didn't bother him, but it didn't all the way agree with his joints. It tended to bunch up wires too, which was a bit more irritating.

He raised a finger at her to silence her next, moving his ears to and fro again. He found nothing in Rockstar Row that indicated that Freddy was around. No sounds above the usual silence he's been accompanied by for the last 2 hours. Come to think of it, Freddy hadn't come to bother him about something... That WAS weird.

He shook his head, "Huh. You have a Fazwatch or something on you? I can ping you if I hear anything."

Vanessa held out her wrist to show it, then sent a digital request for direct contact to Bonnie's own Hud. He allowed the permissions, and his icon showed up on the watch with a blue dot accompanying it. She FINALLY lowered her light after that. She turned to leave right then, not even leaving a parting word in edgewise beyond the professional, "Keep me posted."

Bonnie couldn't be more GLAD she was going, but he was a bit vexed about Roxy and Freddy. "They owe me a day off," he muttered not one moment later, heading towards the door as well with a slow and deliberate gait set in place.

The rabbit found himself in the atrium a few moments later. He kept his ears going; eyes dull and heavy-lidded as if tired. He SHOULD see a recharge station shortly, but beyond that, he was fine. He still had his secondary reserve battery to chew through. Meanwhile, he was trying to discern any other odd noises- and it seems whoever's been in the ventilation isn't pestering him today, so that's a plus. But from his position in the atrium's heart, he can hear the noises in the raceway. He craned his head to glance at the second floor, then, bent his knees-

And if anyone's seen Monty jump like a crackhead astronaut whose never skipped leg day, then they'd know what they're dealing with here. Of course the resident RABBIT can do that too- and with more accuracy.

He managed to get to the second floor, landed with an almighty bang that was thankfully softened by the carpeting, and straightened up again. "Nailed it," he patted himself on the back. He faked dusting himself off, then proceeded towards the raceway's main entrance.

He frowned when the large sliding door didn't open. He stared for maybe a half a minute before he shrugged and grunted an "Eh" in lew of the predicament. He turned next towards the claustrophobic red walled area off to his right- with pictures of Helpi on the walls warning for tourists to stop and pick a different attraction. He ignored it, hands stuck to his hips, his thumbs' claw tips resting on the area where the pelvic section of his chassis met the abdominal one. It was like walking with your hands in your pockets; minus not having pockets.

He followed the guided path, then found himself in the raceway proper shortly thereafter. With a tilt of his head and his right ear flopping more heavily then the left, he blinked (out of sync, mind you) at the twisted disaster that was a road- and found a few cement mixtures churning nearby. Human voices rose up, the machines whirring a slight vibration on his sensors due to the intensity of it. The concerts were louder though, so it was bearable white noise to him. He just swaggered in with no worry despite Vanessa's earlier words.

He was confident in his friends- knowing that whatever Freddy got into, the bear would be fine. He still worried a little bit about the lack of signal- as that suggested he may be powered down. He might've missed the recharge cycle again... but it was something both he and Bonnie tended to do sometimes on accident after being preoccupied or busy with something important. Not too unusual in hind-sight.

Roxy meanwhile was a mass of nervous, frenetic energy on steroids when it came to excitement in the raceway though- but even then, she was the epitome of 'unstoppable force'. And when her 'unstoppable force' meets 'immovable object'... well, immovable object suddenly became a lot more mobile. He loved that about her! But sometimes, her wild kinetic aura made him feel a bit more tightly coiled in-turn and it wasn't exactly a comfortable experience. So since he knew where SHE was and Freddy wasn't, he decided to find her quickly and get her out of the way. Maybe rope her in to help him find their lead singer. It was a pragmatic decision.

Bonnie's nonchalant air however promptly dried up when he saw no Roxy and some workers garbling and pointing at the gaping wound in the foundation of the building as if she might've...

"Ah nah. Nah nah nah. Oh CARROTS," he muttered. "She didn't-?"

Freddy briefly fled his mind as his claw tips slipped out of the cracks of his chassis. He stopped beside the two workers; his steps just barely audible over the cement mixers. They darted their heads towards him, the two mens' expressions akin to panic upon taking him in. Now why was that?

"Fellas," Bonnie greeted. He ran a brief facial scan- one of these guys had a son who came here once, from what he could recall. The Gordon family. The other he hadn't seen around before. Once his Hud let his know they had no pre-existing history of crime as well, he internally made and submitted a guest profile for Mendez and passed a smile at them. He flicked his head, "I've been told you're having issues with my lost pooch and I came to find her? I got her leash somewheres-" He tried to ease.

There was no answering chuckle- jeez. Tough crowd. They only slowly looked between him and the pit. Then, broke the terse silence with, "Roxy's... She uh... She came in, twitchy about the track and er-"

"I'm gonna hazard a guess that she was croaking something about you guys messing up her 'baby'," Bonnie air-quoted.

There was a shaky nod from both- to which Bonnie sighed and slumped his head. Of course Roxanne was being annoying about it today. Why? Can't she just chill for once?

"We've been green-lit to place some new structures around the place," The other worker, Mendez went on to say. "A service elevator... and some scaffolding and supports for the less stable areas. And we need to put it as far out of sight as possible..."

Gordon added, "She said that wasn't good enough. And asked why we can't fill the holes in like usual-"

"-And we explained that it wasn't going to be that easy, see," Continued Mendez. "There's been some kinda issue that arose with the filling again. We keep getting more holes, and there was some weird... er, wires leading into this big-ass hole." He waved at the yawning pit before them, scratching his head over it. "So, we lowered in a ladder- only to realize it's too short to touch bottom- and then we had to send some S.T.A.F.F bots down there to track the wires' source and add some another ladder and some wooden platform as a sort of check-point down... but none had came back up or reported in. And that's not all-" The man waved around, "-We heard a HUGE boom from beneath us. Like the ground wanted to give out! And after that, some crashing and banging-?"

"Which we think may be the S.T.A.F.F bots getting broken..." Gordon added at the end. "We haven't been able to check. And the pit down is a bit curved so we can't see directly down there. I was going to go down there myself, but that's when Roxy appeared and-"

Bonnie started putting two-and-two together when he realized something before they even finished, "..So it slowed your work to a stop, Roxy showed up, got impatient, figured she'd 'help' by jumping into this death hole after the S.T.A.F.F bots, and hasn't come back up. Moreover, you two fellas are afraid you'd get in trouble if anything happens to her and its why you haven't reported any new progress on the track to the current security officer on sight."

They said nothing to that, their expressions mixed and... gods, PAINFUL in appearance. He almost winced at the sight of it.

Bonnie knew the drill: If anything DID happen to Roxy, these guys' paychecks would be affected. And as it happened, Bonnie knew Gordon's boy here. That was food and bills taken out of the family's- and the boy's- mouth. He didn't know details on Mendez so much, but one can assume its a similar problem.

The rabbit sighed. Then, "Okay fellas. Guess what? Its your lucky day. I can check it out and listen for Roxy, and any new dangers." He flicked an index at his lazy, half-bent ears. "If I detect anything alarming, I can hear it ahead of time and book it. And I'll be able to find Roxy real easy. No sweat. Just, stay away from the hole 'til I return-" He moseyed past them, then glanced over his shoulder, "Also, don't tell Officer Vanessa I jumped in either. Just blame it all Roxy! Heheh. Cuz technically it IS her fault."

Bonnie turned back towards the hole, eyed it carefully, then removed his shades. He placed them inside his chest cavity and turned on the LED lights in his optics. He produced another static grunt, then, just casually walked off the ledge and into the death hole- not even noticing the mens' alarmed expressions behind him.

The descent was steeper than anticipated and curvier then figured- and Bonnie knew Roxy could see better and further than he can. But, Bonnie wasn't without some kind of advantage during his drop: He turned towards the wall, sank his claws in it to slow down, then hopped off it onto the opposing wall. He repeated the motions, and it continued to slow him down further. The ladders were seen along the way- but understandably weren't much use when they graze certain inclines in the walls. He didn't grab them though- knowing they weren't stable or fixed completely into the walls yet. And frankly, while the ladders can support humans and S.T.A.F.F bots, they couldn't support a 440 pound steel-based animatronic like himself. So, he went down the Spiderman way; stylishly.

The hole depth was... from what he could infer, a lot further down than anticipated. He landed at its floor with a fist on the ground and his heavy body bent double. He thanked his reinforced steel spine and straightened up, shining his eyes around and noting the broken S.T.A.F.F bots lying quite close to his over-sized feet. Just as the workers said; broken after having fallen off the ladders. They were still hissing from their broken motors- their pneumatic cylinders bent and warped in whatever exposed portions of their mangled bodies he could see. Strange. Could a fall really do all that?

He squinted and bent down, grazing a claw along the floor when he noticed scraped indentations in the dirt- It was recent. Roxy maybe? No, she didn't do this. She showed up AFTER the bots were broken- and while she has a history of ripping the bots apart for funsies, he knew she wasn't responsible for this.

He stood again and fitted his claws into the joints of his plates again; then meandered forward in a saunter despite his spiking anxiety. What was this place? Why was it so IMMENSE? He didn't know there'd been a big-ass hole THIS deep underneath them! Its BEEN hollow. They'd need way too much concrete to fill this monster in- and even then that's more than what Fazbear Entertainment are willing to pay for (not that they couldn't afford it...).

He went over the building's specs in his head, looking back on any documents that the bots were actually allowed to have access to. There didn't seem to have any sight evaluations in the past... Huh. Lodging a complaint there. After logging it, he figured he should contact Vanessa- but no, he didn't want to hear her rag on him about jumping into this place until AFTER he found Freddy and Roxy. He put the idea out of his mind. He did just tell those men to not mention him doing something so stupid and reckless.

He enabled his optic camera feature next; recording what he was seeing so to review it later on and submit it to staff. Between the LED lights for vision and the camera feature, he knew he was chewing through some power in his reserve battery. He should've hit a recharge station before doing this, but oh well. He'd just have to make this quick.

"Roxy!" He called once, leaning one ear forward while the other slowly moved in a half-circle above his head. No reply greeted him back, minus some weird... droning. What? This place was droning? No... more like a weird, low, barely-heard thrum. It was so subtle, Bonnie easily missed it as first-

But he knew the sounds of electricity going through some wiring. Anyone whose been near a powerful cable and box would know the noise. The thrum was indeed subtle- and not something he would've heard at the surface. He flicked an ear towards it, then looked at the ground- and sure enough, he saw imprints in the soil from Roxy's paws. She's definitely been here.

But, he also saw a second set of paws. Now THAT got him raising a metaphorical brow. His half-lidded eyes moved in speculative nuance, following both sets forward and sniffing. His nose worked, but it wasn't like Roxy's or Freddy's. Both of them had better smell than he did- with the former's being 5x better than the latter's. Bonnie assumed real life bears had a good sense of smell as wolves did- but its not like he can confirm that if they're extinct.

Anyways. Tangent tangents... where was he going with this? Oh yeah. Their smell.

Freddy smelled like birthday cake a lot of the time, which made sense since he tended to serve cakes to children. His other smell was of... oranges? Oranges. Not super fruity but... something mixed. Orange butter-cream icing? Orange fizzy-Faz? Artificial oranges? It was tangy... He didn't have the olfactory experience and enough aromas logged to make an accurate comparison. He assumed if he had a lot more exposure to other smells he'd be able to explain it.

Roxy smelled like her conditioner a lot of the time. Grape flavoring followed her too- but sometimes when she's been in the raceway, the very faint scent of engine oil would trail in her wake. She was obsessed with making herself look and SMELL good, but engine oil she didn't seem to mind despite its greasy touch. An odd quirk, but he supposed it was something she wore proudly and represented her love of racing.

But with these identifying markers that made his friends so distinctive, it made detecting them a bit easier if he had to rely on his actual senses and not his pings. He bent over a bit, sniffed, stared, and moved his ears accordingly. He was alarmed to notice that Freddy's aroma was amongst the chaos of prints... though fainter. As if he passed here HOURS ago. None of his tracks led back out either. Why?

Was Freddy ACTUALLY down here too? Was that why Roxy hadn't left this hole? Because she found his scent as well? That'd make sense... she might've seen as well as smelled something Bonnie couldn't. And if Freddy was powered down, he wouldn't make a noise. Roxy's eyes were essentially better to utilize in this cave than Bonnie's ears in that scenario. He'd never be able to find Freddy by himself down here with sight alone.

Bonnie sent out a ping towards Roxy's signal- and yes, he finally found it. Its a short ways away, and she seemed to be active. Good. Freddy's however remained unresponsive... not so good.

And thank goodness- she pinged back.

"Bonnie?" He heard her say over the transmission.

"There ya are, Rox-and-Roller! The heck are you? You're doin' me a concern!" He chirruped jovially, despite his unease.

"..Sorry." Wow. She actually sounded sheepish there for once. "I was... was... uh, surely you smelled Freddy too?"

"Yah... I smell him. Not as well as you can though. I came to find him and you. Vanessa told me Freddy's been missing for hours..." He briefly recounted. "-I can't hear nuthin' but electricity humming along too... something's active down here. Dang weird."

"The workers pointed out the wires... some sort of power cable. Its feeding something here... I couldn't just ignore it. There'd been a brown-out last night so, I think we can link this wire to that incident."

Bonnie frowned again, stopped, and eyed the area he was in. Tunnel. And it was claustrophobic and RIDDLED with debris from an old building. That had him clenching his jaw. Roxy was right though... he thought last night had been a bit strange. But power fluctuations weren't so weird when you considered the ridiculous amount of energy that went into a PizzaPlex THIS big and it was poorly designed and wired like it was jury-rigged from parts from an old junkyard.

"How far ahead are you-?" he queried, looking back down at the ground and noticing what looked like remains of asphalt from an old parking lot. He glanced around, noticing an odd assortment of recently disturbed rocks and a skeletal series of broken foundation and billboard pole. There was a MASSIVE, classic Freddy head here too. That had him gawping.

What is this? Some old location...? Are we built OVER an old location?

He darted his head around- some sort of noise emanated from the wall itself, prompting a sharp look from him. He narrowed his crimson eyes, ears lowering briefly to his neck before jumping back forward in a motion so fast that the brackets in his head groaned. He almost missed Roxy's next response.

"Not far," she replied. "-Went into this tunnel- got stopped by some hunks of wall and boulders. I can't move them... Oh!"

"I wouldn't bother. We should just focus on finding our favorite bear-" Bonnie asserted, eyes unmoving as they focused on the wall utterly.

"That's just it- I think I see him beyond this wall-? His smell stops here-"

"Wha- Oh? Coming over!"

Bonnie decided to put the noise out of mind and walked around the piled up remains of the giant bear head; looking down a ways into the narrow tunnel. He saw more of the wires the workers told him about, and it seem they've been fed to this point. Curious- and something he thought looked especially suspicious and out of place here. The cable was new... Someone was trying to do something here, but what?

He didn't dwell on it at the moment, his limited vision falling upon Roxy down a ways and what appeared to be a near huge wall of cracked granite rock- though said wall looked oddly and recently displaced; as if it caved in within the last few hours. It barred the way further in- completely barricading a hunk of building that still, miraculously, had its roof. Bonnie eyed it and carefully approached it and the wolf beneath. He felt his mouth come open at some point.

"This place..." He muttered aloud as he stopped next to her.

"Yeah... I couldn't exactly turn around after I stuck my nose in here," She said, ears flicking towards him but keeping her amber gaze on her singular objective: forward. "I wanted to check it out- didn't help Freddy's scent is just beyond here."

"Well, the charming saying goes-" Bonnie waggled a claw. "Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back! And I wish to satisfy myself! Now, let's get this moving!"

They both meandered around the rock wall and peered into the cracks beyond- but even with their light-up LED eyes, visibility was too poor. Bonnie jumped when water hit his nose; prompting Roxy to glance at him once and look up. Her yellow eyes fixed on some point in the ceiling; as if to make sure there's no danger of being swept away by some surprise ground water, and then returned her attention to the rubble. She worked her green claws around the cracks to see what she can displace. Rocks creaked, crumbled, rolled as she did so. The noise bounced everywhere in the cavernous spaces-

Shhhhhaaaaaa-

Bonnie froze and found himself staring over his shoulder. He didn't move in the least; not even his ears. Roxy paused and frowned at him, snapped her claws to get his attention, then jabbed a jade-tipped thumb at the wall. "Yo, we're saving Freddy; not sight-seeing. I wanna get out of here, so hurry it up!"

"I thought I- yeah, okay," He conceded. He kept his ears facing the direction he heard the noise from though, ignoring Roxy's glances.

Not two minutes passed before Bonnie had a bit more luck- he found a large enough boulder they can both push- but they have to move some of the smaller (but no less heavy) rocks around. "How the heck did he even get in here-?" He mumbled after a minute.

"Heck if I know," Roxy harrumphed, annoyed when some rocks chipped the green paint off her claws. She grunted, snarled, then barked, "But Freddy will be on his KNEES thanking us for this! And he owes me a manicure."

"-And me a day off," Bonnie smiled. He also raised a paw, "I also damaged my claws on the way down. So I suppose he owes me a mani too. Need a new coat of carmine paint!" Despite the gesture he still couldn't help but wonder what this whole strange situation meant. They'd have to grill Freddy for this predicament and ask what the heck he was doing here.

"You... you mean red?"

"Carmine, my dear. Its more interesting than plain red!"

"You're so fruity," she rolled her eyes again before moving into position.

"Says the girl who uses spring green and jade."

She said nothing to that, merely grunting in something akin to a chuckle.

The two then stood side-to-side; with Roxy grunting something about Monty's strength being better used for this, and fixed her talons onto one side of the boulder. Bonnie had to lean slightly over her to grip it; and they pulled in unison without any need for a countdown. The boulder resisted them; but both bots weren't exactly weak. Bonnie didn't have Monty's augmented strength, but he was still on par with Roxy in terms of ability. When the rock moved, it caused a ripple effect; with the boulders around it sliding out of place and falling around them. Some of the debris fell along their limbs and scratched paint; and another hit poor Roxy right in the nose. She yelped once, but didn't let go of the rock.

Once it was moved, they found they can climb over it and into the space beyond. Bonnie eyed Roxy as she touched her muzzle; wincing when he noticed it was dented. "You okay?" He asked, though the question was stupid. She had a TON of sensors fixed to the chassis' walls in her snout as well as additional ones in her endo- more than the others by a mile. She definitely felt something akin to pain. Pain was electrified energy, right? That's how people described it. He figured it was something like a surge in such a confined space on her visage.

"Its fine!" She spat, then shoved her way stubbornly over the crumbled wall. "Lets just grab Freddy and get out! This place is stupid creepy as it is."

Bonnie bobbed his shoulders, then followed her over.

As they stumbled down the other side, pebbles crackled and shifted with them. Bonnie knew he and Roxy were covered in scratches by now, but at least it wasn't so bad. Their claws were pretty much the only things so far damaged- not that he cared too much about his appearance as much as Roxy did. He looked at the tips in some manner of concern though, sighing when he realized he can't play his bass until the tips were replaced. So no shows or practice anytime soon.

Meanwhile, they found Freddy only a little ways away; sitting in front of what appeared to be the building's face- or more like, kneeling in front of it with his head bowed towards its doors as if in prayer. His arms were sagged to his sides; his cracked back to them. There was still some debris where its doors were, further barring the way forward; but Bonnie wasn't concerned about that so much as he was concerned about the bear in question. Roxy spat something like a censored variant of a swear (her voice coming out in garbled static for said censor), the pair heading over and inspecting him:

If they thought themselves scuffed up, it was nothing compared to their friend. Freddy was missing the shell on his paws entirely; finger and claw tips bare and absent of any of his signature blue paint and creamy paw pads. His arms were dented in several places; and his chest cavity was caved in enough to impede the opening mechanisms. The repairs on his shell would have the workers sawing his chest off in order to remove it. His face looked okay, but he was definitely covered in dust and scratches. The back of his head was cracked here and there, but not too bad. Some new paint and a buff could cover that.

His feet were covered in blankets of soil and scratches; a couple toes missing their shell as well. Paint was missing in several places, shins were dented inward- and on the back of his right foot, some kind of black printing was partially exposed. Bonnie couldn't quite make it out- paint had covered it at some point, alongside a strip of industrial adhesive tape with the same color scheme as his paw pads. The tape was in strings now; but stubbornly stuck in place by what could've been rubber cement- as if their creators really didn't want this tape and paint coming off. There was a word there beneath the tape strip, but he couldn't tell what it was and decided it was best to ask about it later.

He bent next to his friend and waved a paw in front of the bear's muzzle; even honked his nose to wake him up- nothing. Roxy was lifting his arms and inspecting him with a pinched notch of her lip line and furrowed lids. She then navigated to Freddy's front and attempted to pry the chest open- but of course, was met with resistance.

"I want to check his battery and maybe jump him," she started to Bonnie. "-Or I can lend him my reserve battery until we get to the surface. I ain't keen on dragging his behind back up... we have no way out if we're carrying him."

"Oh... good point. Yeah, I'd lend mine but I haven't visited a recharge station..."

Roxy rolled her eyes, "You bleeding idiot! Why do you and Freddy do that?! JEEZ. How much charge do you have left?"

"Er... 20-ish minutes? Less?"

"Oh my god you stupid son of a- Never mind," she spat acidly. "Just help me get his stomach hatch open! And DON'T do anything else that spends more energy!"

Bonnie and Roxy both had to stick claws into him- something both were adverse to doing but was required to do no less. They literally had to rip Freddy apart in order to get into him; his abdominal sliding hatch tossed to the ground and body tilted somewhat back so Roxy can look in him. She grumbled, then reached into his motor and eyed the area apprehensively. Her finely tipped claws were thankfully narrow enough to slip around Freddy's wiring without touching anything, but she can't force his battery pack out. She sputtered in static a few times- more unheard swears.

Shhhhhhaaaa-

Bonnie meanwhile straightened; back rigid and ears erect when he thought he heard something in the distance AGAIN. He turned his head, eyes no longer their distinct half-liddedness. He stopped watching Roxy; gaze arrested on the area beyond the debris they climbed over.

"Almost done," Roxy suddenly muttered, taking out her spare battery and placing it inside Freddy's own slot. She took his battery pack and placed it inside herself; no need to throw it away. It just needed to be charged. "Just need to turn him on-"

"Didn't you hear that?"

"No, I don't have your ears," She retorted candidly. She leaned Freddy forward again, her hand inside his body cavity still, but working its way to his back. There was some sort of emergency switch there on his endo... if she can get it, she can turn him back on.

Bonnie inhaled and held; ears completely straight atop his scalp as his maroon gaze stayed fixated on a certain area of wall in particular. The sound had originated from within it- not from the tunnel they came through. His nose started twitching constantly. He definitely had the frightened doe-in-headlights look.

"Got it," Roxy triumphantly grunted, taking her paw out from inside Freddy's chest. She hadn't noticed Bonnie's shift in expression.

Freddy switched on, thankfully. His eyes blinked on; his LEDS kicking up in the low lighting automatically. His head and posture straightened, then he furrowed his eyes and stared at Roxy and Bonnie. "You-?" he mumbled, blinking several times fast before recognition hit him. "Oh! Friends! Hello there!"

He jolted when Roxy seized his bow tie and yanked him forward, "You stupid pain in my tail! You have ANY idea what you owe us!? The heck you even doing down here anyway!?"

"Roxy, shut it," Bonnie hissed- his tone containing his only warning.

The wolf turned to bite something back- only just then noticing her friend's face. She promptly released the ursine and slowly crept back to her feet. Freddy very carefully did the same, his expression one of concern.

The sound from before was lower now but... Bonnie couldn't help but freeze when he thought he heard something more insidious from beyond the wall. His small nose twitched to a speed its never had before- straining to catch whatever his ears may miss, not that he could smell more than damp rock and rust.

It was muffled; more distant, thankfully. But the sounds- his mouth had slipped open at some point, the rabbit ducking his head and tucking low to the ground as if to hide. Ears fell flat to his head.

The noise. Scraping. Grinding. Broken, crumbling metal meeting granite and rock. The screaming-

Screaming.

Screaming; a blustery, whispery, chaotic maelstrom bounced and scraped across unseen halls beyond the one they sat at- dying down to something akin to a whisper before long. It was fading away but... there was so many screams!

Many voices. Many. Too many YOUNG voices. They were a something primal and shrill; ripping stridently through the deathly vigil of the underground. A violent, angry, cacophonous chorus. It wasn't a sound no one would think any human capable of producing unless in great pain-

Even worse- the fact he even acquainted the noise to something human- that was strange enough. He thought it didn't belong to anything familiar at first until he really listened-

The source was fading now, fading to a dull, murmured, disorderly shhhhaaa as it slid away. The sound pitched and punctuated at odd intervals- but it was only because of the narrow nature of the tunnels likely surrounding them. The owner- or owners of the numerous voices slithered away as one- the grinding of broken steel and iron vanishing along with it. Its only until the sound was gone completely did he finally raise his head again.

"Bonnie?" Freddy said, only speaking when he saw his friend move to sit up again.

"Its... gone now," he said, steadily moving to stand. He frowned, ears swinging in circles atop his scalp. "I think... I think we should leave. Right now."

"What did you hear-?" Roxy queried, cocking her head at him.

"Er- later. Don't wanna stay to find out what that belonged to," he muttered in reply.

Freddy and Roxy glanced at each other, then followed the rabbit over the debris again. Roxy kept her gaze ahead, but trusted Bonnie's hearing over her sight in this instance. She helped Freddy over the rock wall- as it seemed the bear was struggling to find some purchase since one of his feet was missing shell in some place. Nobody bothered to speak; letting the rabbit lead the way out of hell's personal warren.

Bonnie didn't hear the noise again, but he still couldn't help but feel like they weren't the only ones whose here. Even now, even when his ears and Roxy's eyes didn't snag anything interesting, he thought something watched them as they leapt from the pizzeria's crypt. No, bots didn't have instincts- that was an organic quality. But even then, Bonnie thought something still watched them leave, no less. He didn't bother asking Freddy what happened, or enlightened his friends on the nature of the sound he heard-

Its bad enough only he had been the one to hear it.

When his friends would later query him on what he heard, he couldn't even begin to properly describe it. He had to review the footage in his head from recording- and sent them a copy of it. And the weird part was? He DID manage to catch the sound on it- But it sadly wasn't clear. It came out more like subtle static being further distorted. There was groaning in it... low-pitched and...

It was disturbing.

But at the very least, he'd caught something of it... small consolation that was.

He'd tell them not to speak of this outside of the three of them. Freddy was reluctant as well as Roxy, but they swore never to open their muzzles unless necessary. Management was already bad about covering things up... this much they knew already. They might as well keep this under wraps for NOW.

As to how Freddy got down there... well, that remained a mystery. The bear couldn't recall what happened. "Memory data corruption," he'd say. "I also see I have some logs that look like they've been, actively deleted-?"

That was one issue out of many, it seemed. The cables they followed down disappeared into the wall of the cave apparently- and no one could track where. Vanessa deemed it fit to close the Raceway down entirely- something that pissed Roxanne off rightly. She bitched and railed at the security guard, but Vanessa was, to her credit, not at all put off by an angry 350 pound metal wolf with a working set of teeth yelling into her face. Granted, Roxanne would eventually concede that Vanessa's decision was sound- not that she wanted to admit it.

The damages the animatronics had to themselves, well, still came out of the workers' paychecks. That rightly pissed Bonnie off-

But the thing that really got him, was the fact that the day those two men went home, their loved ones reported they never arrived. Mendez and Gordon weren't heard from again-

And their disappearance was only two, of many more, it seemed.

All of this, was only the beginning of Bonnie's troubles.