Sometime during the PizzaPlex's prime-

GLAMROCK BONNIE

They had a kickass vinyl player in here. Like he said before; freakin' sweet digs.

Problem? The record wasn't any actual old music or even any of the good, REAL classic stuff- it's all Fazbear Entertainment approved CRAP. Can't play anything copyrighted here. No SIR.

Ah, what Bonnie would give to hear more music beyond what they have here... he dreamed that one day, he'd hear something outside of this place and maybe use some of the music outside of here as an inspiration. Wasn't the Fazbear crew not just a bunch of party bots, but musicians? Don't they MAKE music for themselves? Can't they be allowed that creativity? And wasn't creativity an extension of an intelligent being? Didn't they encourage better learning for these bots for most optimal, satisfactory experience with their patrons?

Ah, but sadly, it seems the Fazbear crew would be left to stagnate in this place and never get to hear music outside of their own. And even then, they can't even write their own music- which was depressing. They had show runners that did that for them! And those guys ran their sheets to management and asked what they think should sound good-

Bonnie HATED it- not that he actually ever told Freddy that.

Sometimes, he found plucking his bass a little harder some days. This was one of those days- where he didn't want to pick up an instrument AT ALL if he was harmonizing to someone else's beat. Why should he keep singing someone else's songs and be allowed to pass them off as his and Freddy's own? THAT AIN'T RIGHT. He wanted to MAKE his own thing. Why was that discouraged?

He should be on his personal stage right now, performing for the people in his alley. But here he was instead, fussing with the vinyl player and putting it on for the kiddies just so he can get some kind of vibe going. Sure, his nonchalant posture suggested relaxation and chiller aura; but his half-lidded, dazed, rather resigned expression bespoke otherwise. Nobody in here could see the disinterested, and perhaps slightly disheartened gaze he wore through his shades; no need for them to see he was just as unhappy in some aspects as THEY could be. That's against the rules.

He was leaning against the player itself; one paw tucked under his chin to support his head and the other very slowly pressing on the vinyl's button; and damn if his ears didn't DROOP today. The tips were almost in his eyes. He flipped through some of the Fazbear crew songs, blinking out of sync every other minute like he was trying to remember how to blink both eyes at the same time. The vinyl player was Fazbear Entertainment's way of going all out for the late 70's and 80's gimmick- but Bonnie could've swore a jukebox would've worked just as well. Ah well, he wasn't complaining about the device itself- the vinyl was nice. Maybe he can scratch it one day like DJ did!

He breathed- the sound crackling in tune with both his compressor and voice box; displaying some of his exasperation as he flipped through the songs until he found one that was okay to start the list with. He left it at "Rockin' Rabbit Rumble" before walking with his claw tips tucked into his plates like they're makeshift pockets. That particular song was one of the less annoying sounding pieces they had.

Kids dashed around tables in the dining area, pulling at their parents' hands and gesticulating in excitement at both the ice cream menu AND the fact the king of rabbits himself was hanging with the crowd today. Sometimes, some cute tater tots would run up and hug his legs; and Bonnie would have to walk with them hanging on and giggling like it was the merriest ride in the world (he walked real slow, of course). At least now no kids were doing that- as he was making his way to the counter. The ones that were here now, they KNEW what was coming:

Bonnie Bunny himself was gonna serve them the goods IN PERSON today! Oh, Happy days!

The Circus Baby-themed S.T.A.F.F bot there was on duty right now, but Bonnie planned on taking its place. He hated those things, as he felt they messed up orders more often than not. Some people would want some of the ingredients (like nuts) omitted from their vanilla serves- you know, peanut allergies and the like. But the stupid, endlessly dumb S.T.A.F.F bots wouldn't know how to serve the ice cream except in the EXACT way they're programmed to serve it- fully intact and with ALL its fixins'. They bug out with certain items like that. Management was trying to adjust them, but it was strangely slow going.

So, sometimes the Glamrocks were allowed to get in on the activities in their own pad- given they weren't due for a private party or a show. Bonnie served ice cream some days, Chica baked in her own bakery... As long as there wasn't anything pizza-flavored near her, she functioned just fine! And Monty? He filled orders at the Gator Grub at the gold course. He seemed to like it.

And you can wager Freddy would be sticking his nose ANYWHERE where anyone's under staffed and needed help- and he'd serve too at some of these food-focused spots. He'd need permission for some places first (like asking Chica if he can join her for baking- to which he always got an enthusiastic yes), but he'd get in on the fun. He especially adored making more elaborate deserts and cakes- and he did it with a flare that pleased the crowd who'd watch him!

Bonnie loved watching him and Chica flourish in that setting. It warmed his circuits in a way that felt organic. At that, he wistfully sighed. He was going to stick it out alone today- as he didn't want to impose on them, given they're doing something important.

Now, daydreaming aside, he lifted a panel on the back of the ice cream bot and held it still with his other paw so it wouldn't roll away. He stuck a claw STRAIGHT into the Baby bot like its a key; then turned clock-wise to engage a shut down on its back. It slumped over; making a comment about tampering with Fazbear Entertainment electronics-

"Yeah yeah, I know. Just take a nap for a while," He grumbled at it before dusting his paws off and stealing its apron. Ah! At least he can do the next thing he loved freely; ICE CREAM. Management can't yell at him about that, at least.

He perked up his ears; listening to, and you can't joke about this- but no less than 12 frantic pairs of small feet moving from various places in the alley. Some from the lanes, a couple form this dining area, and the rest from the arcade as soon as people noticed what he was up to. He perked his ears up more; doling out a smile to each face as it came into view. He recognized, logged, and sorted in his Hud EXACTLY what each person here liked. Some of the faces he knew from prior visits, and others were newer- to which he'd have to inquire about how'd they like their serves.

Nearby, the parents were laughing and watching, others were talking in more hushed tones, and there was one father who seemed to be sitting out on one of the benches down in the lanes; with his head tilted back against the wall and somehow snoring away. Someone would have to wake the poor guy up! Bonnie would have to prod him in a bit. As it was, the man's boy was bouncing happily right in front of him, so no worries- the rabbit can keep an eye out for the man.

Bonnie kept him in mind as he went about his business; talking it up with each of the excited munchkins and making sure to eye the adults from his periphery vision- always scanning each one, making sure there was nothing in the crime data-base with their name on it. He'd sometimes, albeit rarely, found a parent or two that had some sort of charge, but it was small stuff; petty theft maybe, at worst. No real predator or someone with a crime higher than a infraction would be allowed in here- and even then, those with said charge are scrutinized carefully.

Bonnie had no such reprobate in his company right now, to which he was glad for. He can relax a bit! All children were accounted for, and the adults were relaxing- and there was music going. Sweet vibes all around!

His ears rotated constantly; perking with certain conversations with the adults, more often than not. That was the other reason for this upgrade actually: For Bonnie to listen in to the people coming into the PizzaPlex and make sure no one would say anything incriminating- Then again, who WOULD want to talk about crime around him? You'd have to be thick in order to do something so senseless.

Still, even with the chiller atmosphere and relaxed vibes floating around, you'll always have that one person whose determined to make it a bit more exciting...

"Dad..."

"No, I'm telling you- they shouldn't be open at all! Why are we even here? We shouldn't even be givin' them our money!"

"Well, we're already in here now, so hush."

The elder snorted, "HUH. Doesn't anyone even remember about the disa-"

"DAD. Why are you hashing this in a public space, let alone here? Inside voices!"

Bonnie kept on smiling, blatantly ignoring what he was hearing. The old man was going on rather loudly- Mr. Herman, according to the guest profile. The woman he was talking to was his daughter, Trisha- and the mother to this boy here, Jeremiah- who was now taking his order of the Chunky Bonnie from Bonnie. He always loved the name, and it didn't seem to be a coincidence that the boy chose that ice cream. It was cute!

Jeremiah was a fluffy, brunette haired lad; round of face and doe-eyed in gaze (aw, kinda like a baby bunny in that facet!); and not unlike his mother actually. He was wearing a Bonnie-themed name shirt too, jumping up excitedly when the real-deal slid over his order with gusto. He practically had stars for eyes- which seemed to get bigger once he grabbed the bowl of hard-serve and bobble his head in thanks. He happily chirruped more or less like a squirrel after that; than walked briskly to his mother's side.

"Momma! Lookee! Lookee!"

"I know, hun. Sit up, and don't bounce so much! You'll drop it!"

"I won't, momma! I WON'T," he proclaimed with a confidence that got a bit loud.

"What the heck is this? Why are we givin' our money to THAT thing?"

Ouch, man. Harsh vibes much, Bonnie internally commented. Again, he ignored it.

"Dad... its his job?" Trisha replied in a tone that sounded more or less like a 'duh?'. "He's supposed to-"

"I don't get it. Why the heck are these things allowed to walk around so freely? They're dangerous! They used to be bolted down, you know- relegated to just stage shows. No, you don't know, child. You don't know-" he leaned in conspiratorially. "-These things have hurt people!"

"I KNOW. I've heard it all before, dad. Now please, stop," Trisha begged. She also added with increased annoyance, "Also, I don't think you should be talking like that where he can hear it? I'm pretty sure he can."

You have no idea, sweets. None.

"Is that right? Alright then," Now Mr. Herman lowered his voice, thank god. People were looking. But then, he muttered while making direct eye contact with the actual rabbit in the room, "Then tell me, Trisha: Why the heck is Bonnie still a character here? Huh? Why?"

"I dunno, dad. Because he's a classic? I like him too-"

"Classic! Classic CRIME of nature," He snorted derisively. "I mean, look at 'em. He's he's like 7 and a half feet tall- 8 feet? Killer, terminator second-times removed cousin of the easter bunny's that no one talks about. M'shocked they even kept him around! After all, it was a BONNIE that killed those kids-"

"DAD. Enough! Not around your grandson! Do I have to take you out to the car and get your meds? This is why we don't go out into public with you!"

Herman puckered his already thin lips, staring hard at Trisha and settling. All the while, Jeremiah hadn't even noticed, he was savoring his ice cream so much. In fact, he finished it and pushed the empty bowl at his mom, "More? Momma? I want more! We can share next one?"

Trisha mashed her lips and turned towards her boy. She smiled sweetly. "Sure, dear. Then we have to go-"

"AWWW. But MOOOOM-"

"If you'd let me finish," She cut off. "-We still have more of the PizzaPlex to see! And mommy wants to check out Chica's bakery!"

But by now, Bonnie wasn't even hearing them anymore. His expression was dead-eyed; staring out into space like someone just slapped him with a fish- or he was running a system error. Maybe the latter was apparent, because he couldn't even move his fingers anymore. His ears weren't twitching towards the hungry consumers, nor did he notice the odd skip at the vinyl player before it was auto-adjusted by the machine.

A Bonnie. A Bonnie killed...

What? Noooo. No way.

How come he didn't know of that? Oh right... look who his employer was.

Still, Bonnie was aware of the fact his past versions had flaws and may have... hurt, some folk before. But this? To have spilled innocent blood? That couldn't have grated on his circuits more. He finally budged; just then realizing that he should finish his work.

"Bun bun?"

"No bun, hun. That's BON," Said one other mother nearby.

"No no. Bun bun okay? He okay?"

Why the heck was a child asking him if HE was alright? Was he looking just that much like he was having a major malfunction? How embarrassing!

Bonnie straightened himself out, then turned towards the youngster who posed the question; Brigid. He smiled gently at her; bowing over the counter and finally passing the girl her slushie. "I'm so sorry. Bun bun was out in space for a moment there! Thank you for asking, doll! Its very kind of you," He said in a voice that could've been mixed with molasses and brown sugar. She was so cute.

Honestly, he loved ALL these kids- he just wished he didn't have to see most of them come only once- just to disappear out of his life forever after one visit to the PizzaPlex. He was designed to shower all with some sort of love and adoration- to protect them, always.

But the idea of never seeing them again somehow always hurt in ways he can't fathom. He can only imagine his friends felt the same.

And worse... now that he had heard that... the fact that a BONNIE would...

"Mr. Bonnie?"

Trisha's voice.

The rabbit turned to look at her, blinking once when he noticed her strangely concerned expression. Jeremiah was holding her hand next to her, their grandfather still at the dining table they left him at- thankfully quiet now. Bonnie perked a single ear, his right one staying its characteristic droop.

"I hear you want a second order?" He said, going right to it-

"-I'm so sorry about my dad," she suddenly and bluntly tossed out. She made sure to say this when all the other children were out of ear shot. "I mean... he's like, 70? He's all spit and vinegar now but- he doesn't really-"

"No ma'am. Please, no need to apologize on his behalf," Bonnie coaxed, holding both hands in a motion of submission. "I understand that he's uh... well, within reason, upset that some things have... remained. Around. For as long as they did... And I wager, seeing something like me around is an alarming aspect to some people- especially when I know that the people I work under are uh... a dubious bunch. I take no offense to it, nor will I say anything to my superiors about it. Really, no trouble!" He lowered his shades and looked her right in the eyes, "Don't sweat it, miss."

He pushed the bowl towards her, "Now don't tell anyone, but half price on this one. I'm not supposed to do that but... take it. I feel you need it!"

Trisha gently pulled it over, her warm gaze a summery light that Bonnie had to admit was quite pretty- definitely one of the patrons he liked more. Jeremiah was hopping up and down again, smiling between his mom and the rabbit.

"Thanks Bonnie!" He said for his mom.

"No prob, rockstar. You make sure not to huff it all down now! Share with her too!"

Trisha inhaled, held, and released. Then she said, "My dad. You wouldn't think so, but he was fan before. Big one. Sometimes, I wonder if, despite what he says, he still is. He still keeps his collector's edition Freddy and Friends lunch box with Foxy on it," She shrugged. "There must some reason why he didn't throw it away."

Bonnie cocked his head, "Oh?"

"Yeah... he's uh..." She picked up Jeremiah, helping him get into the bar stool and sitting at the other one. She nervously twiddled her spoon in the ice cream. Her son prodded her spoon a couple times with his own, then took a couple mouthfuls while his soft, dark eyes darted between them. "-He's just... He was super young when it happened. But apparently, he saw something he shouldn't as a kid? I dunno. All I can say is that I understand that he's anxious about being here... and he hasn't returned to a Freddy's establishment since he was so small. But his wife, my boy's grandma, encouraged he'd spend the day with us- and Jeremiah here wanted SO badly to come here so... I'm surprised he came out, really."

Bonnie rubbed at his jawline, his red eyes sliding slowly over to Herman. He frowned, "I don't wanna ask but... what was this thing he said a Bonnie-? I know I had older versions of me..." He raked his claws through his hair, nose twitching- a stressed motion he didn't realize he was indulging until he noticed her strange look. He promptly quit it, then inclined his head at Trisha, reminding her to eat. She did so before he went on, "I uh... see, we wouldn't know about this stuff because... I don't think its good for our programming. Fazbear Entertainment keeps our access to certain bits of information shushed up, even to us since we're constantly learning and adjusting. But, I'd also like context about why our customers are so unhappy... kinda part of the programming too: For feedback purposes, yunno? It helps improve our etiquette and general experience for all parties."

"Yeah, I do. I get it."

"So uh... I don't wanna ask but... what even was this incident? Should I be adjusting my behavior somehow-? Did I do something to offend? I don't want that man having such a hard time of it..."

She shook her head fast, then polished off the bowl with her son. Apparently, she refused to say around him- within reason. Bonnie understood, though it slightly bugged him that he would go without knowing.

"I'm so sorry-" She started again.

"No ma'am'. I'm the one that's sorry for causing any upset. Please, do not apologize again. It isn't needed," he returned in a lowered tone. He leaned over the counter and settled on his elbows, looking between mother and boy. He reached out once, letting Jeremiah touch his hand tentatively. The motion made Bonnie smile more- the boy's small, infinitely tiny hands trying to wrap around Bonnie's large digits. The size disparity was intimidating... so Herman wasn't wrong about that. Bonnie honestly WAS huge- and even he knew normal rabbits were diminutive, adorable, fluffy, and shy creatures. And some people, he knew had fear of animatronics and mannequins- so he sometimes wondered if he came off to loud or harsh and if he can fix it.

But this, he didn't think can be fixed in any way.

She looked up again with... huh. Anxiety? Hesitation? Sadness? He couldn't tell at that moment.

She looked like she wanted to say something else, but all that came out of her mouth was the customary, "Thank you" before she dipped her head and returned to the table with her boy. It seemed she got too-tongue-tied to try saying anything else.

"Bye bye, Bonnie!" Jeremiah called after him.

"Be a good boy, now!" He called back. "And you're always welcome back!"

Sadly, her expression would stay with Bonnie for the rest of the day- and her father's words, for the rest of his life. And it would take him MUCH longer to realize that her expression was, in fact, pity.

An inflection, he would one day HATE.

Later that night, Bonnie would be in his Green room on his couch again, staring absently at his ceiling with both arms under his head. No shades on; which meant he was in think mode. Its all he could do whenever he didn't want to play or rest. This was his serious face.

He couldn't help it. He'd rummaged through the main server and its database- but there was no such thing as an incident like that on record. To which it didn't surprise him. He always loathed how limited their access to information was; their intelligence so tightly controlled and manipulated in such a way- even his friends had noticed. But never had its disgusting limitations ever bogged him down so much. He knew their earlier versions have hurt some people...

But killed?

And killed CHILDREN, no less?

The thought of him touching a child in such a manner- he recoiled. If he could vomit, he would. Could a bot feel uneasy? He certainly knew he could- or at least, felt its best approximation. The fact he felt uncomfortable about his size and strength, it said enough. Freddy himself must've ALWAYS felt this way, and only now did Bonnie truly understand it. Bears were big and powerful- the apexiest apex, as people say. And Freddy, his strength was no joke- he's just ALWAYS programmed to hold back. And he'd hold back, even on principle. It was no coincidence he'd been used in that tunnel...

Anyways, the image of Jeremiah's tiny fingers trying to wrap around his own giant one was a warming, calming thought- and a sanctity of a child's trust was nothing he'd ever shatter in his right frame of mind. He continued to reflect on it, and all the times little kids would run up to say hello and excitedly try to get him to join in on their games; even though their bosses say the parents must pay for their time first. That, that was utter malarkey to them. ALL the Glamrocks loved playing with the children, free of charge. And if they could get away with it, they would.

He rolled over on his couch; now facing the back rest and squinting at it like it's going to talk back. He blinked as well, then searched his Hud for anything else. Of course, he still found nothing. If he had any hope of getting any decent information, he'd need access to resources outside this place- or look somewhere else within it and where the staff won't notice.

Now how to go about that? Not like he can just ask a security guard "Hey! I heard a past me killed some children. Tell me about it!" No. They'll think he's malfunctioning and take him to Parts and Service. And maybe delete his exposure to that conversation in the bowling alley. No, he HAD to keep that to himself.

Unable to come up with anything decent, Bonnie finally sat up and twitched an ear: Chica was shredding next door. Roxanne was... huh. Quiet. He wondered what she was up to, but he didn't feel like pressing her. Its bad enough they still haven't figured out what happened to Freddy that night...

And speaking of which.

That had Bonnie turning around and finally dragging his feet off the couch. He rested his elbows on his knees, eyes arrested on the floor. Freddy's disappearance and the fact his logs were deleted... only staff could've done that. SOMEONE here used him to tunnel into that place. Why? That couldn't be more obvious. The fact Freddy was dirty, missing shell on his paws, powered down from using so much energy... yeah, he was being used for a digging project. And whoever did it is erased themself from his record.

They HACKED him.

Bonnie managed to come down to this assumption that same night- and there was something else that bugged him: The fact those men vanished after they left the premises. And then, there was the fact a couple of the staff here also vanished- Sarah Winters and Mack Wallers, just normal staff, as of just a couple days ago. That was no accident.

He had to shelve Herman's gross words for now, however interesting the information was. He frowned, then got up with a mission in mind: To look around while he had the free-time. Heck, he'd even put himself into Safe Mode, if he had to.

Safe Mode was interesting for a plethora of reasons: as it puts certain 'guards' around the bots' programming. It's the default program for whenever they bots' were in a defensive position; as it protected other facets of themselves, and it helped make hacking a bit more difficult to attempt since their core programming became further encrypted.

Bonnie didn't want to be hacked. Now he was paranoid about it. He suspected Freddy was worse off- and in the week since the disappearance of Mendez and Gordon, there hadn't been another attempt (four staff... gone in ONE WEEK!). Perhaps the person was lying low now- given its the same culprit? It didn't matter, Bonnie didn't want to think that whoever was in that vent hacked his best friend- AND was responsible for these disappearances.

But... what if it was?

Regardless, if he caught them, Bonnie had to admit, he wanted them to pay for what they've done. He wouldn't kill them, per se, as that wasn't in his programming... but if he was in Security Mode on the other hand... well, he couldn't promise absolute restraint. The police would have to take this trespasser to the hospital first before carting them off to jail.

Nobody touches his friends like that and gets away with it- let alone what happened to those four people.

The rabbit got up, his gaze now narrowed into a squint as he left his room. Guess he was hunting tonight- as now he REALLY wanted to find that trespasser and drill them into confessing that they've hurt Freddy and the others in such a way. He couldn't just laze around now that he got himself all fired up!

Just as he passed Freddy's room with the intention of going to the atrium, his bestie stuck his head out of his room and waved at him rather demurely. "Heyo, Bonnie? You available for a moment?"

The bassist paused, passing Freddy an odd glance before his maroon eyes slid towards the exit out of Rockstar Row. "Er, I guess. But make it fast, man. Cuz I wanna-" He jabbed a claw over his shoulder.

"Oh! You're going out to watch the vent again?"

"Ya know that?"

"Course I do, Bun-butt! I KNOW you," Freddy jabbed a cerulean claw at him. Then it transformed into an inviting gesture waving him into the room. "Get in here a moment! Please."

"Er... sure?"

He did just that, entering with a little hesitation dogging his heavy feet. He stood in the middle of the room awkwardly, even though under normal circumstances, Bonnie would've made himself comfortable on the couch and kick it back. He sidled uncomfortably. "Sup," he said to his best friend.

Freddy made sure the curtains were closed, his expression grim. Not a good sign already. "I was checking over what else could've been edited and deleted for me... and I started asking the others if something similar has happened to them," He went right into it. No pandering around tonight. "-And they told me something concerning..."

"Oh lord. Don't tell me," Bonnie started.

"There was a couple blank spots for each of them, but nothing huge or major. Its like a missing time stamp interval of a few minutes, unlike me. But you were right... someone's been tampering with us," He moved to stand nearer, his paws slipping into each other to twist and pull at his creamy fingertips. Fidgeting. He's FIDGETING. "And I uh... I went to ask Monty and... well, he kinda just... growled at me? And said 'Not now'? So I don't know with him yet but... I do know there had been an attempt with Roxy and Chica."

"Want me to ask Godzilla Jr. what's up for you?"

Finger-guns was his first reply, "Bingo. Yes! He seems a bit more partial to you, so I'd appreciate it if you did the next time you see him! Pretty please?"

Bonnie waved it off, "No need to pretty up the please. I gotcha. I reckon I can get lizard lips to loosen up." Bonnie touched a claw to his chin, his mind wandering. "I hadn't been hacked yet but... I certainly don't want it to start now."

"No, and I'd want to know if such a thing DID..."

"But of course," the rabbit bobbed his shoulders. "If it does happen, I'll letcha know and put myself into Safe Mode. So uh, didja get anything else?"

"Yes actually... and I don't much like it. Now let's see.." Freddy moved past Bonnie and started moving around the room. Pacing? "Its just, I cannot help but wonder if that thing you've been hearing in the vent is related to all this. It makes me nervous that whoever's doing this may have access to our private messages... so if we talk about anything in our messages sent between each other..."

"They could learn we may be onto them."

"Correct!"

"Okay, so, we delete any incriminating messages sent even between each other. Got it. And only really discuss things in person, in our Green rooms. I gotcha, papa bear. Already ahead of you."

"Thank you, Bonnie. Really," Freddy smiled. "Now if I may ask one more thing?"

Bonnie nodded, shifting his weight onto one foot.

"I want to help with the search but... I'm afraid none of us have your ability to hear anything. Roxy can help with those eyes of her but... I dunno how fast she could be in a vent chase- given you found something in one and she squeezes in... though I don't think she could..."

The image of Roxy trapped in a vent cursing her head off suddenly popped into Bonnie's head, unprompted. It almost got a chuckle out of him. But yeah, he can see Freddy was right: Roxy, or Chica for that matter, wouldn't be able to fit some vents- let alone HIMSELF. So they were a no-go with the help.

"-So I wondered if perhaps, maybe, we can rope in someone whose quick, nimble, and can react faster than any of us could dream-" Freddy went on to say. "Someone whose built differently from us..."

"Awww man. You don't mean... Oh carrots," Bonnie muttered.

Freddy patted his friend on the back, meeting Bonnie's contrasting crimson gaze with his own Azul one. "I know we all find him to be an eccentric and sometimes exhausting individual, but Sun and Moon mean well! And Moon's out every hour regardless so... maybe he's got something? And he's small enough to help so..."

"Right... I gotcha. I'll go pester him for some help," Bonnie affirmed. "And maybe ask if there's been any hacking attempts with him. Honestly, you're right in that. Dunno why I didn't figure on asking him sooner..."

No, that was a lie. He knew why: Sun and Moon were, indeed, as Freddy said; exhausting to be around. They weren't bad! Just hard to keep up with. Something about Sun's frenetic, over exaggerated energy made Bonnie feel tired just looking at him. And Moon? Well... Moon wasn't super approachable. He tended to keep to himself, proving to be more introverted than anything. It was hard trying to find something to broach with him. It didn't help that the Daycare Attendant was so rarely seen outside of it beyond the hourly recharge cycle (and Bonnie was usually in a recharge station whenever that happened so, not like he COULD talk to him the times he leaves the daycare). Its almost like he went out of his way to stay away from the Glamrocks- and it simply left Bonnie with the impression that maybe he should respect Moon's space that way. There was no hostility there.

And... it baffled Bonnie that Sun and Moon were two people in one. THAT couldn't unnerve him more. Bonnie wasn't sure he'd be emotionally stable himself if he had a conflicting side and whole other personality to argue with day-to-day. He liked having his body to himself, thank you very much. He couldn't imagine what Sun and Moon had to endure. It made the others' heads spin, creating a rift in-between them.

Maybe, yeah... he should talk to Sun and Moon more, or at least make the effort to do so. Perhaps it'll help the guy improve in stability if he had more than kids and himself to talk to.

Freddy meanwhile patted Bonnie, then ushered him towards his door, "I'll let you go. Don't let me keep you from doing your job!"

"Nah, its chill, my bear brother. Don't worry," Bonnie shrugged off. "We'll get it done and dusted."

"I'd expect nothing less! And do feel free to ask me to help, given you find I can ACTUALLY render assistance." Freddy scratched at an ear- a character blueprint trait, "Perhaps I can look around at night too, though I doubt I'd be effective."

"Hey, anything goes. And I'd think we'd ALL appreciate it," the bassist assured.

Freddy smiled in the warmest way he could; and always, his expressions and tone always made someone feel like they were the center of the universe- and its an effect that even extended to the Glamrocks. He could hug with just his expression alone-

And, it still baffles Bonnie that Monty would dislike him. WHY? Sometimes, he wondered if the gator fell off the catwalks more often than just the one time and jarred his chip loose. Whatever the case, Bonnie went to the door, stopped, turned, and then just hugged the bear like he would a teddy stuffie. It made the rabbit feel a bit better too.

"When we're not busy, I do gotta tell ya about this er... thing, I heard today while on the clock. But later, okay?" Bonnie told him.

"Not now?"

"No, papa bear. I gotta watch the vents. But we'll talk later," He promised, pulling away and throwing a lazy hand over his shoulder.

Freddy waved after him, then shut the door behind him. Bonnie sighed, then meandered out of Rockstar Row with a new mission in mind: Operation, get Sunny-D and Moon-man in on the plan. All the while, keeping an ear out for those vents. AND, see if he can get Monty to comply with the questionnaire. Boy, Bonnie had no shortage of things to do- to which the rabbit just laughed it off.

"What's that charming saying," He grumbled, claws tucked into his pelvic chassis. "No rest for the weary? Or was it no rest for the wicked? Oh well! Either or works~"

He decided he was try haunting the atrium first, sending a casual message to Monty about trying to hang at some point. The gator didn't immediately respond, but when he did an hour after the message was sent, it was with a chipper 'Yeah, I'm free next night. Cleaning up some kid's mess in the course still leftover from today'. So, that's one rendezvous down. And from the nature of the messages, Bonnie figured there wasn't anything too incriminating in it for this... person, to look into.

As for Sun and Moon... well, guess he had to visit the daycare for that. He didn't want to send a message to Sun about it... as whoever this staff member whose doing could be, would know the Glamrocks don't tend to meet with him that often. Bonnie would also like to catch him in an area where there's no cameras, but that would prove hard. The only areas with no actual cameras were the personal rooms in Rockstar Row and... bathrooms. Ew.

Bonnie was sure there was other spots where he can chat with the bot, but he wasn't super sure about it. He'd have to review the fazmap again when he could. He never thought he'd ever have to sneak around like this! It felt wrong.

Still, he found himself in the atrium a short bit later, just trying to figure on how to get a hold of the daycare attendant (he may have to just send a private message and delete it after Sun or Moon read it). He meandered around the large room, aware of the fact that there was cameras in the artificial palm trees. He looked right into one, once, scowled at it, then passed it by. His over-sized feet would take him nearer to Fazerblast again, and there Bonnie would remain for some half hour.

To his disappointment (and profound lack of surprise), there was no vent banging. The culprit had been getting better about it, recently. But, he knew since the fact the culprit may have access to cameras as well, they may be choosing times when to move- as it would be intelligent to only move when the Glamrocks were in a recharge station. That made sense.

He sighed again, claw tips still buried in his chassis' slit and slumped his head over. He'd have to try Moon then, for this night. He'd probably have to give up his vent chasing for a brief time until he's sure he has someone to help with capturing the intruder-

"HI-"

"WAHHH- Oh my-" The rabbit leaned against fake tree's base, bracing himself for support like he almost fainted. DAMN that STUPID MAP BOT.

"Hi, free map! Take a map. Take a map. Take a-"

"SHUT UP ALREADY! And fine! I'll fucking take it! CARROTS," Bonnie snatched it, wondering why the hell the bot would do such a thing. And seriously, how did it sneak up on him? And for that matter, why was this thing ALLOWED to jump people like that?

It rolled away, saying "Thank you. Please enjoy. Free map!" as it did. Bonnie could see why Roxy liked smashing these things. He may take a leaf from her book and start doing the same thing.

"Honestly, the idea is tempting," He muttered to himself. He lifted the map and flipped it over, feeling himself frown when something else strange just hit him- Why DID the bot give him the map? He had his own internal ones... These things weren't programmed to give maps to THE GLAMROCKS. They're supposed to go after people-

Bonnie blinked, then found himself looking around the atrium: For some odd reason, he felt like he was being watched again. His ears swiveled around madly, only catching the whir of the other security bots rolling by and the security cameras moving on their-

Oh.

Bonnie looked up again; and right at the palm tree camera. Its light was on, indicating that someone was using it. Moreover, it was locked right onto him and would not move. The rabbit twitched his nose, glared at it, then did something so obscene, he knew he'd stop Freddy's motor from the sheer lunacy of it-

He flipped it off.

No joke, he literally flipped it off; middle claw raised as high it could, and waving his arm teasingly in circles like he was mocking whoever was on the other side of the lens. It was nasty, but it's something he learned form watching some teenagers this one time. He kept holding it up, waiting for either whoever was on the camera to cease with the recording- and finally, it did.

"Jeez, who the heck is supposed to be on Security tonight? Was it Vanessa?" He shook his head. "...Huh. Maybe I should start keeping better track of that... could help narrow this down. Now let's see here-"

He decided to open the map, seeing as the bot went out of its way to get it to him. That couldn't have been a coincidence-

And, grimly enough, the judgement was sound.

Bonnie felt his optics go completely round in its sockets, both ears pitching forward as if to listen to the map's contents itself. His jaw slumped a little ways open, his claws punching right through the corner of it. He was gaping at it for a solid minute too- not sure if the feeling he had in his personality chip should be making his nonexistent gut feel like its churning in circles. Suddenly, he was glad he didn't have a stomach.

Across the image of the directory, was a crudely done image of Bonnie's face with a red 'X' over it. And below that, was but five little words- messily scratched in black and blue paint:

Are we having fun yet?