Sometime during the PizzaPlex's prime-

GLAMROCK BONNIE

Night 1. Time stamp: 12:15 am.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

The hell was he going to say? Tell Moon to STOP just after he roped in the guy for the help days ago? No- he wasn't going to rescind that- maybe Bonnie can get a better advantage. But he also supposed his prior judgement on not asking for help from the others had been apt: He had no need to involve anyone else- its bad enough Moon was in this now. Hopefully, Bonnie can tell the guy to stay out of sight and look out where the psycho rabbit went while he played her game.

What the hell did this turn into? How long had she been here? When did she start doing this? Was she responsible for the workers too? And if she'd gotten Jeremiah... what're the odds she's been making other children vanish too? He didn't know what was going on in the world outside the PizzaPlex, but he heard parents muttering about lost children here and there-

He didn't want to think that could happen here.

But now, there's no telling how long its been happening right underneath their noses. Oh, just how much a fool were they all.

Bonnie was already running around like a headless chicken- no offense to Chica there. He stomped back into the atrium after the message, rapidly darting his eyes around and trying to identify what the fuck he could or should do to track her down. Despite Moon being able to help, he can only do so for some few short minutes every hour... Bonnie will be doing this almost entirely on his own. Not great in all actuality.

Okay. So, he had to break it down: She wanted him to try and find her. And he needed to make the game good to keep her indulged. He'd already been actively looking for her even before he knew officially she existed; but apparently it'd been boring for her. And she said she'd been dancing around right in front of his nose this entire time and he just didn't see her-

Hm. Wait... How come she'd be invisible to him, given its to be taken literally? Was there some sort of limiter somewhere? Was he programmed not to see her? Perhaps... but then, what can he do to fix it? He didn't know what program to target! He'd have to sit down for a couple hours and check all his subroutines. Something literally wasn't adding up here.

He sniffed, recalling her odd scent in that office. Laundry detergent; that suggested she washed that outfit recently after... what she did to Jeremiah, so that meant she's ALWAYS been here. Its likely she literally does just lives in the walls- a white rabbit that feeds off of death. A ghost in their tiny world-

And after what she's already wrought- that won't fly.

He needed to rearrange his protocols RIGHT NOW. He'd just have to do so while moving- and though his task allocation will be a bit cluttered, he believed he can manage it if he's careful. He'd have to be careful about running his motor though- as too many tasks at once put a lot of stress on their expensive bodies. Animatronics have a nasty tendency to run too hot and maybe kinda sorta combust in some cases. Now while the Glamrocks were sturdily built and meant to be more advanced than what's typical, Bonnie wasn't too sure what his limits entail before over-heating and total system shut-down. Again, he'd just have to be careful.

Back to this rabbit woman- he needed to find where she lived. He was pretty sure she was organic- a human. So it stood to reason she'd leave other trails elsewhere-maybe literal bread crumbs. She'd been rather extraordinarily good about eliminating her trails for the most part, but, there's a reason why he'd started to suspect this place to be haunted by some kind of ghost rabbit to begin with.

Huh. Ghost rabbit. Guess that's all he can say she is until he knew who she was-

"OH SHIT!" He stopped meandering, eyeing the stage before him like it was giving him his answer. Vanessa! She was supposed to be on guard duty tonight! And if he can't contact her... he couldn't help but wonder if this ghost rabbit would be responsible for the disappearance.

But still- Bonnie frowned when his whip-smart mind zeroed in on the fact that Vanessa had been alone here most nights and this ghost rabbit woman hadn't come to kill her during all that time. There'd been plenty of chances. Did that change? He needed to make sure- granted, there's also nothing here that said she MAY be the ghost rabbit herself; but adversely, there's nothing here that says she isn't either. The specter had access to security, the server itself, and likely the power grid... wouldn't Vanessa have noticed? For that matter, didn't that point fingers RIGHT at her?

Huh. Now that I think about it... Vanessa's been recommended to take the chief security guard position despite not having the prior qualifications- and it was done fast. Literally RIGHT after the chief vanished, he recalled. Why was she recommended when she missed all of this? Even weirder and more convenient, she hasn't been hurt by this menace despite all the time this ghost rabbit coulda done her in.

No way... but that'd be WAY too obvious. Or am I just over-thinking it? But... even if Vanessa is somehow this other rabbit, what's her motive? The hell does she get from all this? A promotion? All its doing is drawing attention to herself. Surely there's another means to an end here- whatever that entails.

He paused near a palm tree; looking up into it to see if the motion censor would pick up his position and activate. And upon doing so, if whoever's on the other side will check in on it-

And sure enough, it did. The camera blinked on and zeroed in on him, with Bonnie staring right into it. Was it Vanessa, or the ghost rabbit whose watching him? Was it possible that it's both? He didn't know, and that aggravated him- but he'd wager on the latter.

What's a rabbit without a good gamble? Weren't all rabbits gamblers by nature?

He breathed; the compressor whining once as it started to fight his motor already. He's running a lot of background tasks... he'd to take this real slow. "Okay then, ghost rabbit," he said into the camera. "Game on. I wonder if we can make this a little more fun somehow? Chasing games are fine and dandy, but they can get old fast, and you tell me you're bored." He pointed a claw at the lens, "And what am I but a good host? Its my job to entertain, after all. So I've been mussin' over an idea, see. You wager we can share another little moment together so I can tell you what it is? Nothing would excite me more!"

Okay. He needed his pep. Energy was magnetic, right? Its a crowd pleaser- bravado and confidence drew people in. If this worked, he can get this ghost woman to come to him- or at least, come near enough where he can start picking up clues. He could get her talking again- keep her attention and keep her from getting bored. He didn't want to, but if he had to, he had to pretend to enjoy this sick little game. If she wanted to string him along, so be it. He can play ball.

The camera moved away from him, curiously. It's light remained on however, the lens moving slowly and slowly still until it faced a certain direction in particular and wouldn't move again- huh. Was it pointing somewhere or was he reading too much into it?

He followed it, then it realized it was pointing to another camera in the tree near him. It too started to do the same- and on and on it went. Yes, it was leading him somewhere. He followed it, confused when it lead him into the elevator. He entered it, the doors sliding shut. He wondered if he should be pressing something, but he needn't bother. Because suddenly, her voice was on the speaker inside the elevator with him.

"If you wish to address me directly, head towards a security room- any of them. Find a fazwatch- as I suspect you wouldn't want me fiddling with your system during message exchange." Bonnie couldn't help but feel violated with the way she said it- why'd she have to say it like its a caress? "Keep in mind, there'll be... narrow windows in which you are allowed to do this, so use this chance wisely. I look forward to your little love note."

A scavenger hunt. Of course.

"What rabbit doesn't love an easter egg hunt?" He grumbled exaggeratedly, all the while rolling his eyes.

The elevator moved on its own- fucking hell, how much power did this abomination have? She can control how much in this place? Surely Vanessa and the other Glamrocks will notice-? No... she probably has a way to misdirect them. She's been doing it this whole time. Clever little ghost.

Bonnie glared as the door opened on the second floor again. He stepped out and turned around; El chips was nearby. As he eyed it, he considered what she was doing:

He can talk to her through SOME of the cameras. Not all picked up audio too well though. He didn't always know which ones either- and she can only talk back through speakers in some localized areas of the PizzaPlex, like the elevator he was just in. In order to get a back and forth going between them, the fazwatch was a necessary evil- as she was right; he didn't want her in his systems just for the sake of conversation.

Now he raised a metaphorical eyebrow: how come she hadn't tried hacking him? Why was he running free? Couldn't she have dispatched him sooner? Why do this? Was she really that bored and wanted to get him to play along? Couldn't she have done this with any of the Glamrocks? She had all the power in the world. The hell is even going through this ghost lady's head?

He crossed his arms, head lowering as he considered his background processes. He believed he had one answer already as he eyed them:

As it were, Bonnie had been rearranging a lot of priorities and was actively rewriting some variables in his system as he went- his A.I was advancing in intelligence, however minimal it was. If she tried hacking him, he'd know it immediately and react fast. He could override her control faster than she can fight back. She was organic- she cannot attack him when his brain is literally a computer and he can work faster and better than she can. The only reason his friends had been hacked at all was because they didn't expect it when it happened- And it only happened with each of them once. He wagered it happened during rest mode on top of all that- which was fucking underhanded.

His friends had been okay after that at least- no new blackouts or mysterious blanks in memory beyond the one time it happened. They were on GUARD now. He wondered if she was trialing a program that could override them however- and its something he started doubting less and less the more he pondered it. Its likely she can hack them, but it'd never be for long. Nor would she be able to do so efficiently and not have them put on guard again. The next time she hacked anyone, the program would have to work and keep working.

Okay. So she likely doesn't have as much control over them as he thought- at least not yet. That's something he can bank on. She may need test subjects though... so no doubt once she has the chance, she'll be trying it. Hacking his friends still wasn't out of the question if she can catch someone slacking off or too damaged to fight back.

Back to the matter at hand, he recalled there being an office near there; the one he just left a short bit ago that lies off his internal map. The prize counter office doubled as a safe room- which was the reason why he can't see it until he physically had to walk in while chasing the noise. He didn't want to bother with it again, seeing as when he got her message, he didn't see much of anything around. Granted, he'd been rightfully distracted at the time. He wondered if it was worth looking to see if there was a fazwatch discarded somewhere around, but he doubted it.

He sighed and gambled again that evening: He could check again. It'd only take him a minute.

He went into El chips and bumped his ears on the sliding door frame. Yup, still claustrophobic in here. All the Glamrocks were too big to be standing around the counter. For some reason, El chips' serving counter was always a little tiny but Bonnie never really took the time to notice. He snorted, took a second to cool off while scanning his tasks and Hud, then moved on. He hugged the counter and went left; heading into the dining area and then veering off towards the dully illuminated right hallway that's only lit by the neon cactus decor- the sliding door at its end opened and let him into Super Starcade.

This area was thankfully wider and easier to navigate than the Mexican style restaurant. He sniffled, ears flapping and swiveling all the while as he meandered around in plain view of the cameras. Its weird how Vanessa wasn't coming out to rag on him for behaving out of sorts- but this gun-ho method was already paying off in Bonnie's favor: It's telling him everything he needed to know. And if he played his own cards right, he can even confirm if Vanessa and the ghost rabbit were the same people in one night. The thought made him smirk for real.

This ghost rabbit was organic- and therefore, fallible.

He found the security office; thank god for the doors actually being labelled properly with the big shiny badge symbol on it. Sadly, Bonnie found it locked- leaving him with a frown. She locked it behind him- Why?

Of course the rabbit woman was going to bounce him around for fun. After all, she did say she was bored.

Best to play along, for now.

"Okay then... guess she really likes to play hard, huh? ...Oh carrots that sounded so wrong. That is NOT a joke to be taken out of context!" He sputtered sheepishly to the camera watching him.

A S.T.A.F.F bot had paused to look up at him.

He glared at it as he passed it, "And what're YOU lookin' at? Keep workin'. I'm doin' something here!"

As for the door, he could easily rip it off- no biggie for a bot his weight. But he didn't want to be hauled into Parts and Services the next day over for repairs on his behavior after inflicting willful property damage. If this ghost rabbit had as much power in that ward as he believed, its possible he could be tampered with back there by her personally the next time he went- just another reason to not get busted up. The technicians would already certainly catch he's been messing with his own systems. With this said, he moved on and clicked off his mental checklist office number one- the prize counter cubical.

Next nearest one was in Monty Golf or the Daycare's interior- which was something he wasn't sure about checking yet. If he went there now, Sun would ask what's wrong and start getting in his face about it- and there's cameras EVERYWHERE in there. He didn't need the ghost rabbit seeing Bonnie exchange words with Sun about shoving off. Not to mention, if he tried the security desk, Sun would badger him about breaking the rules. Worse case, he goes there anyways. He wasn't sure there'd be a watch there but its worth trying if Monty Golf fails.

With that said, he moved on while running his tasks; smirking when he shifted something around. Motor diagnostic read medium temperature, which was good so far. As long as he didn't try running too fast, it should stay that way.

He looked at the vent near the Starcade security door though, ears perking towards it for a cursory inspection. No noise, but, the grate was missing. No doubt she used it earlier. He bent down and sniffled; finding her aroma was definitely lining the tunnel. He logged it in his memory bank; detergent, faux fur, and hints of... cupcakes? Cupcake WHAT exactly? Was that some kind of hair conditioner scent she liked?

Another sniff.

Chica brand hair shampoo (Roxy's was usually grapes and something else). Good. Now he had a definitive smell I.D. He had one advantage now: he can use this to compare it to other human staff and narrow it down further- given he doesn't figure her out by the end of the night. His smile grew, the rabbit dragging a finger along the vent and rubbing at it. A dust layer been removed. He looked over his shoulder; smirking even more when he noticed no cameras actually had a direct eye on this location behind the arcade cabinets. This was an excellent spot to maneuver with- and she didn't catch him doing this. Another strike for him!

Okay, maybe he might start actually liking this game.

A cloud of steam nose from his nostrils as he stood back up. His Hud read out in one corner the varying programs he'd been installed with; Bonnie keeping an eye on each as they instantaneously blipped into view. A normal human trying to run diagnostics on him would've long since given up. His other eye focused on his path ahead- the bot walking to the escalator and towards the ground floor of the atrium.

He found his way to Monty Golf in short order; a little apprehensive of finding Monty inside. He didn't need the gator asking questions, or getting in the way. Bonnie ought to be glad his friends usually stayed in their rooms in Rockstar Row; so its likely he wouldn't see them tonight. Also good- but he had no idea where Monty hung out in the golf course beyond the catwalks. Did he like swimming around in the ball pit or hanging in the little shack in the center of the artificial bog? He felt like a jerk for never asking- and its something he'll have to amend at a later interval.

He entered the lobby, ignoring the party bot as it watched for people that wouldn't come until morning. He got inside the elevator, waited another second, then exited out into the golf course proper: and the first thing he did was startle when a gator head popped up out of the water across from him. He planted a paw on his chest as if to stem a heart attack, breathed another plume, then stepped out and smacked the stupid plastic prop in the jaw. Okay, he had to admit: that felt good.

"Seriously! Why is this okay?" He muttered as he turned his ears around, his head sometimes following the direction his appendages took. "Fucking stupid toys- they could scare one of the elderly or someone with a heart condition! Totally submitting a complaint..."

After doing so, he glanced around and started going down the stairway off to the left. His ears went pert as he tried to find Monty, but the ridiculous toys kept hissing and grumbling all around him. Worse, the sound of running water, birds, and ambient swamp noises had him frowning at the lack of sound on Monty's part. Where was he?

"Er...Monty? You uh, in here buddy? Hello? Not trying to step on any toes or nothing but... I'm kinda... just, gonna pass through if you don't mind!"

He narrowed his eyes when he got nothing. He shouldn't be in a recharge station for another half an hour. Where was he? All he did was spend his time in the golf course- Wouldn't he have gotten a greeting by now? The blue rabbit couldn't help but wonder if the ghost rabbit was leading the gator elsewhere so Bonnie can look around. He didn't eliminate the chance.

Now he looked up: The catwalks were shrouded in darkness and hanging vines; the sounds of the artificial environment kept Bonnie from properly discerning if the gator may be watching from above. He knew the gator loved it up there for some reason... but he wasn't hearing any clanging or moving- not beyond the cranking, gradual movement of the Gator Gondolas slowly creeping along like predatory shadows slipping into further obscurity as they moved through the pitch corners and thick trees.

Why did he feel like he was being watched again?

He started looking for the security cameras, noticing some of them were on occasion blinking on. He assumed Vanessa or the ghost rabbit (both?) knew he was there- but they didn't seem overtly concerned with him. Also strange. He decided to count his eggs and moved on towards the security office.

He actually had some fortune here: the office admitted him easily. The rabbit ducked his head to keep his ears from clipping the frame and glanced around the desks; grunting when there was no obvious fazwatch sitting in view. The fazcams however were all piled in random cluttered spots of the desk and floor. He started scouring the desk drawers; snarling in swears when he was greeted with nothing. Guess he counted his eggs too soon!

"CARROTS! Well color me stupid! The hell am I even doing? I'm struggling to communicate with her, and I'm MAKING it harder on myself," he muttered. He actually sat in the chair; not caring if it groaned warningly under his considerable weight. "I could send a message but that's stupid too! Like hell I'm doing that... Okay rabbit, think. What to do?"

He could just tell her his idea in the atrium... but he wanted to use the fazwatch because it afforded certain advantages of instantaneous communication- and it could give him a read on her somewhere if he could fiddle with it. Its possible he could not manage the latter, but it's worth trying. He doubted she was THAT messy, but one never knew.

Well, what other advantages did that stupid watch give? Security camera access. He can use it at a later juncture to hijack the program and eliminate the trace code from his own personal system- And with all the digital wrestling he'll likely have to pull off trying to get access from this ghost rabbit, he'd rather allocate his tasks to fighting her dedicatedly instead of fighting her AND using the cameras at once. That would push his body temperature to critical ranges in the wrong circumstances- multitasking was hard enough on the Glamrocks (which was partially why they had to have certain MODES enabled to dedicate their computation on those designated tasks).

So leaving himself some task allocating wiggle room mattered. And he didn't need the security camera app and control cluttering his memory when it can be done on a separate device- leaving him some memory leftover. He had enough going on in his body as it is. He can always dispose of the fazwatch too once the guards start noticing someone's in them. If he tried running the security program app from his own Hud, it could be tracked while he and its active- which would ALSO get him in trouble. A lot of his system (as well as the others) was already tracked and observed remotely by the technicians in Parts and Service as it is.

He drummed his claw tips as another cloud escaped his small nostrils. His ear swiveled when he thought he heard... something, down the hall the way he came. He craned his head in slow motion; frowning when it thumped a bit louder.

"Monty-?"

He got up, that feeling of being watched increasing ten fold. He ducked his head and stepped back out into the hall- in which he found nothing. Bonnie snuffled and chuffed; running a paw over his nose when his sensors prompted an artificial cue to enact an itch (behavioral rabbit-typical tic. It's supposed to make him cuter and a bit more realistic to the kids). The address to the itch his nose felt rewarding to do, though he couldn't understand why that was programmed into him. He supposed it simulated relief.

He walked back out into the golf course, ears turning every which way and then leading up. Surely, Monty was here? He couldn't help but be CERTAIN of it. But if that's true, maybe Bonnie should leave- as he knew there's no fazwatch in the office he just checked.

"-'Kay then, I'm going! Thanks for having me!" He said to empty air.

Left ear pivots back as a rush of air whistles sharply behind him-

It was all the warning he had: Prompting Bonnie to duck and land on his side and arm. He placed weight on where his nape sat at the base of his high collar; swinging his body like a break dancer with legs kicking out- his ankle meeting another bot's shin and throwing their weight out from under them. All this happened in less than 3.5 seconds.

The bot fell onto his front with an audible and baritone "Oomph!"; and a groan followed. Bonnie rolled over and jumped over a banded streak of limey neon colors as it swung wildly where his body once was. But the tail also changed trajectory so fast, that it whipped RIGHT back to him just as he touched ground again- and this time, it connected painfully. The pressure was so strong it would've shattered a person's arm completely; his tactile sensors blasting out garbage splashes of electrified triggers that briefly dizzied the already addled rabbit.

Bonnie grunted when it threw him off; no doubt the attack scratched paint. He crashed violently into the guard rail nearby; almost having been thrown into the ball pit at the center of the golf course. His Hud read out several error messages for a flickering second before showing the damage to a certain number of his tactile receptors. He didn't care; he moved again just as his ears caught the whir and grind of joints moving and jaws snapping.

"Mon- MONTY MY MAN, STOP!" He rolled out of the way, suddenly in a panic as he realized dully that Monty was actually attacking him.

He thought she couldn't do that yet!

His motor whined in protest; Bonnie pausing the task manager Hud and allowing himself computational room to enable Defense Mode. He was still in the 'really warm' stage, but he shouldn't jump higher than that so long as he made this quick. He held up both arms when the gator punched outward- and DAMN he hits hard! It cracked his forearms' chassis; pieces fraying and flying from the shock. Once again, error messages from several censors blanketed his vision for a second. He had no idea why their creators would make this gator so offensively powerful- He could no doubt throw Freddy across the room, let alone HIMSELF.

But Bonnie wasn't a weakling or an idiot by any means: He struck out just as fast as Monty; blocking and moving backward each time the gator started slugging. The rabbit dodged a mouthful of razors too; jaws snapping shut with an almighty CLANG that screeched steel. It was weirdly akin to the sound of swords clashing against each other. He then rolled and back-pedaled some more so to get some distance. And as soon as he figured he got somewhere, Monty closes in with that stupid gator lunge.

Ghost rabbit had him under control. How and when did she do that? Was Monty in rest mode when she did it? Most likely- its the only way she could've seized control at the moment.

Bonnie caught a fist, then kicked the gator in the gut. While Monty was powerful both up and down his body, Bonnie had the advantage of his legs, at least. A good rabbit never skips leg day, he always says. And it showed when his kick blasted Monty backwards with enough force to smash a clear indentation in the wall several meters away. The gator's stomach hatch caved in; but it was an empty region and the kick hadn't made any contact with anything sensitive- which was the intent. Bonnie didn't want to hurt him after all. He just needed distance.

Now he got it, and the rabbit did was he was best at; he ran. Monty hissed not too far away, sounding an awful lot like Godzilla's forgotten hell-spawn brood waking from a long sleep. A cloud of steam exited the gator's nose; adding to the snarl he produced as he surged back after his prey. He snapped teeth and whacked a security bot on the way over just for kicks.

He's running too hot! He'll either combust or that ghost woman will kill him at this rate!

Bonnie eyed the catwalks, glanced over his shoulder, then JUMPED. He was no slouch either; he managed to jump so well he got on top of the shack in the center of the golf course with no wasted movements. He repeated the motion, then latched his claws into the catwalks' grating on the bottom. He swung too; using his weight and inertia to swing onto the platform completely.

Monty followed- not what he was hoping for, but not unexpected.

"Why the fuck did they give him my SPRINGS?" Bonnie spat. "Seriously! Why can the local gator jump like a mad march hare on crack? SHIT."

He moved when Monty nearly landed on him. He growled; the thunderous, sonorous baritone so deep it can be felt. Bonnie flattened his ears to his head; then held up his dukes while scanning his Hud for an advantage. He could push Monty off but... he didn't want to do that. Its not likely the gator can correct himself in a fall. His tail was good for balance only when he's walking; not dropping like a rock.

Monty paused, smirked, then growled, "Rock and ROLL."

"Not-uh, my fine Florida man reject," Bonnie smirked back. "Its Rock and RUMBLE, baby! And you need to pump it up when you say it!" He emulated the rock symbol as he pronounced it, then turned towards one of the cameras he knew was focused on him. He knew she was watching as he said, "After all, a good entertainer needs to know how to play the crowd and not just the instrument!"

With that said, Bonnie continued to duck away as Monty swung like a wild man. He had no thought nor care in his strikes; his claws scouring anything they graze. The gator snapped teeth inches from Bonnie's ears too; the rabbit swinging and dancing as best he could. He leaned back on the rail and kicked up; clocking the gator in the jaw and throwing his head back. Something cracked or chipped- a piece of yellow flying off.

"SORRY DUDE! Not trying to hurt you, man!" Bonnie yammered before bolting again. He followed along the catwalk until he passed one of the turrets- turning sharply and yanking on it as he did. The turret groaned under the force; the rabbit taking that second to book it down another stretch of walkway.

The gator couldn't make the same turn; he slipped on his footing and fell on his side; tail flopping over the edge of the catwalk briefly. His claws saved him from the fall though; anchoring into the floor again and pulling him up. He went into a crouch- then leapt again and landed RIGHT in front of Bonnie-

And the rabbit crashed right into him.

Claws scrabbled; teeth grazed, bodies flopped and paint chipped. The two rolled around on the narrow path with heads hanging off the ledges and appendages flapping against railing. Bonnie snapped his muzzle too; though his only weapon was his buck teeth. Monty meanwhile had a mean mouth full of chainsaws snapping around him. Bonnie held up on arm and let Monty bite into it; and boy did it HURT. His sensors threw various error messages saying he lost contact with the sensors in his limb, but it didn't matter to him. He needed his arm to keep the gator from snapping into his face and neck.

Bonnie gritted his teeth and used his feet to keep whacking at Monty's quads; kicking the gator's weight out from under him when he took a dominant position over him. All the while he had the teeth still stuck in his arm, Bonnie rolled and reversed their position.

Monty growled in a way that'd make anyone's prey response scream in fear; there was something about the sound of an angry reptile that'd chilled even a bot- Bonnie wishing to do nothing more than to disengage and beat it. The gator munched on his offered limb, but his flailing claws were starting to find Bonnie's chest and rip into it. He shook his head wildly; and the force exerted was so great that it threw both the 440 pound and 480 pound bots over and over in tumbles across the catwalks. They almost fell off!

The death roll- he'd never seen it before but now he never wanted to see it again. It almost severed his arm; pulling it out of its socket and shooting needling pain as wires went offline from stress. Bonnie kicked down again; and it was strong enough to bend Monty's leg the wrong way. With his knee now inside out, the gator finally released his arm to yell out in pain and frustration; then he got Bonnie's right ear with a set of flying claws.

He felt pieces of his ear come off somewhere and fall a few stories below; Bonnie snapping his mouth shut with audible clicks as the pain rocketed from his scalp. Monty's claws also grazed his whiskers and the sensation that rocked him he wasn't prepared for; he didn't know how sensitive they can be, but damn if it didn't make him jerk his head back in surprise.

Startled and ready to flee, Bonnie jumped off the gator and turned-

Just for the gator to grab his ankle and sink his talons into him again.

The bassist hollered out a swear and fell over; then flipped his foot upwards and shook with the same amount of force in his legs as Monty had in his ridiculously powerful jaws-

And somehow, the gator got flipped over Bonnie's body entirely and over the ledge. WHOOPS. Over-estimated that kick!

"CRAP BASKETS- MONTY-!" Bonnie watched in blunt horror when the gator fell -and not for the first time he'd have to remind himself- to the bottom of the golf course.

There was a small blessing here; he fell into the ball pit. He still no doubt broken several somethings but he wasn't in a million pieces. The gator fell silent however; leaving the rabbit to wonder if he still just incidentally killed an up and rising Glamrock.

Bonnie lay on his belly far above; his broken arm tucked to his scratched chest and unable to move for a full minute. Literally, he couldn't move. His motor was too hot and he needed to wait until it cooled off before he tried movement again. The amount of force and speed their servos had to exert just now had been nothing but fruitless abuse. Bonnie already read out error messages on quite a few of his joints- not that he was really seeing them per se. He panted; clouds coming up over and over from his jaws.

"Monty-" He tried again, though his voice was weaker now. His compressor groaned and whined as he breathed; his fans spinning at max speed to help maximize the cooling rate. His voice box crackled static for a second, then auto corrected itself as he said, "MONTY! You hear me?"

"Urggg..."

"Shit! Shit fuck shit fuck-" He was up now; though not moving as fast as he would've liked. He looked around, wondered about attempting jumping down, then thought against it. He had to slip down as carefully as possible.

He went to where the catwalks touched trees, then jumped onto one and let his claws sink into the false trunk. He hated the sound and crunch of damage he was inflicting, but its not like anyone's going to see it in this darkness all the way up here. He slid slowly down, then let go and fell halfway to the shack. The ceiling almost gave out from beneath him, but held long enough until Bonnie slipped onto its patio. He sniffled; Monty was releasing some kind of fluid- coolant? Hydraulic fluid? He was in bad shape.

"Monty- MONTY!" He went into the ball pit and waded through it. He felt stupid, as the reptile may kick back to life at the wrong moment, but Bonnie didn't have the luxury of deciding to back out now that he was here.

He bent, his arm tucking back to his chest as he used the other good one to find him. He felt claws grab hold; gently. Finding this to be an improvement over a moment ago, he pulled Monty up and was eye-to-eye with a confused gator. He was blinking rapidly; with one eye fluttering out of sync with the other and holding his belly as if it was going to fall out of him. To be fair, Bonnie was no light weight with the kicks.

"The heck 'appened?" He slurred.

"You don't... recall?"

"Nah. Nah... but dang if it don't suck to be me right now," The gator slumped over warningly; Bonnie shooting out his broken arm to help brace him.

"Don't be passing out on me, Snow White. We need to get you repaired. I can't hold you up on my own. Can you... oh, stupid question I almost just asked," he paused when he looked at Monty's leg. Right, he kicked that in too.

The gator chortled, then slumped heavily into the bassist. "You. Dance pretty. Hehe."

"...I think I knocked your chip loose for a sec there," Bonnie winced. Small blessing- as it seemed to snap him out of whatever thrall he'd been in.

The two haphazardly waded through the ball pit and out onto solid flooring; flopping onto their bellies and not moving for a solid several minutes. Bonnie huffed and heaved in sync with Monty, than gritted his teeth. He hoped the ghost rabbit was entertained- because he certainly wasn't!

"What're we fighting about? Did I step on yer cotton tail?" Monty joked, though it came out weak.

"Nah, my man. You took my carrots and hid them from me. And what good rabbit can resist and easter hunt? Wait- coulda swore I used that line already."

"Its easter already? You and Chica gonna do a jig again? You both wore pretty colors."

"Man you're loopier than a toddler on a fizzy faz high. Haha!"

The two of them chortled for another second, then Monty braced himself on a guard rail and somehow got up. Bonnie was impressed. The gator's gaze went vacant though as he seemed to scan something on his own Hud.

"Crap. Hey, carrot-face, was I... hacked?"

"Looks like."

"...Who and why."

Bonnie's next sigh was a beleaguered one. "If I told you, I'd hafta finish the job. Hehe- But no seriously-" He frowned as he scanned around the area. He saw cameras, but he wasn't sure if there's any audio on them. "I can't say."

"...I get it. Aight, guess we visiting the bot doc."

"The 'butt' doc?"

"You deaf? The BOT doc- oh, right. I got your ear," Monty winced when he noticed.

"And my eye, I think?" Bonnie ran a finger along the bottom of his right one. He groaned when some black came off. "Daw! You ruined my makeup! Now I gotta make myself pretty again."

"...Fruit tart."

The two chuckled again as they got heavily to their feet. Monty braced a lot of his weight on Bonnie and his tail; hobbling as the rabbit took the lead out of the golf course.

Night 1. Time stamp: 3:30 am.

"I am so sorry man," Bonnie apologized again after he helped Monty inside the cylinder. There was no human staff or technicians here at the moment (as its respectively and ridiculously late), so Bonnie had to help Monty for right now. "I know this is some major bull but... shit."

Monty shrugged; though he wasn't keen on being prodded as much as he was right now by that grabby armature. "My fault for sleeping on the job. Literally. I let some weirdo get control of me!"

"Not just any weirdo, but a bunny woman. Real pretty thang, with white downy fur and a super evil, captivating set of red eyes like the stuff of nightmares! And her smile is absolutely killer!" He flashed his palms, then snapped them to his chest again and folded his arms. "I'm telling you. A real treat."

"You chasin' girls now? That's something we can do? Wait- you fought me for an actual GIRL BUNNY? Why is that hilarious?"

Bonnie threw back his head and laughed madly too. There was so many silly and stupid rabbit puns to be had from this whole messed scenario and he was tempted to crack them right now. What was that thing people said about them being symbols of 'promiscuity?' Not like he wanted to know in detail but damn if Monty's reaction and words couldn't make the situation more ridiculous.

"She's uh... well, on a more serious note, she's a problem," Bonnie's tone hardened. It was a sudden tone change but it had to be said, "She's the one who hacked Freddy several weeks ago- took him for a joy ride apparently. And she's been making people disappear everywhere. I need the proof but I'm damn sure she's been doing it. She..." He shut his eyes; severing Monty's own matched red set. His thoughts fell to the fluffy haired Jeremiah, "She... She hurt... she hurt a kid."

"Wha- WHAT?"

"She... she hurt him and... did worse. She-" He couldn't finish the sentence, feeling himself slump tiredly against the cylinder. He'd already visited the recharge station behind him a couple times but he still felt tired. His head slumped until his chin hit his breast plate. His unruly hair got in his face; Bonnie absently lifting a paw to fluff it down and run it along the length of his muzzle. Also an automatic prompt from his behavioral programming.

Thinking about Jeremiah was making him feel hot under the collar again. If Bonnie ever saw that woman in person, he doubted he's be able to hold back.

Monty was silent for a while after that; just letting the armature do its thing. Bonnie knew there was no security camera in this room, so it was one of the only places he can talk freely. He also sent out a ping to Moon, letting him know about what happened. The jester bot had sent him messages back saying he'd keep an expert watch on the vents and try to narrow down this woman's hiding places. He also explained he wanted a fazwatch- to which the jester questioned him about it, but Bonnie refused answers until the next time they can meet in his room.

To his fortune, the attendant had one. Apparently he'd found one after closing earlier last week and turned it in to Lost and Found; alongside a plethora of other children's toys. And while Bonnie didn't want to take any missing children's toys, he had to have the watch. He'd been stewing over another idea in mind for it after this Monty incident.

I must be crazy considering it... but... the watch. I think I can run backups of something it. Will have to tinker with it.

For right now though...

"She has me playing this game with her. Guess she likes me," He shrugged, expression dull and heavy-lidded despite his joking words. He started running his task manager again; running more diagnostics on his subroutines. He needed to be able to see her, dammit. So he kept running his tasks as he elaborated, "Its a fucked-up game of tag and she says I need to keep her enthralled. If I don't, she'll hurt others- us included! So I can't dawdle here for long."

"Let me at least fix ya up a bit," Monty said. "Turn off the machine, I'm fine now. Let's get you working again, then I can let you back at it. Mebbe I can help somehow?"

Bonnie bobbed his shoulders, then typed away.

Once Monty was out, he was looking at Bonnie like he grew a second head. He cocked his head slightly, then, "How you do that?"

"Hm? Do wha-?"

"Swear. how you do it? I didn't know you're the type of person to do that. You and Freddy are such fruit loops I wouldn't think you'd like swearing at all!"

The comment prompted a snort from the rabbit. He watched the gator, then, an idea hit him. "I think... if I teach you, you can use it to keep from being hacked again. I'm pretty sure the bunny lady hasn't hacked me because I can rearrange my behavioral pattern on a whim- and she knows this. Been changing my protocols and everything!"

"Oh man! Hot dog, teach me!" Monty pumped his arms in enthusiasm.

"Its real easy. Although, I gotta tell you..." Bonnie raised a cautionary finger. "I don't know how effective its going to be for you for long. It'll protect you until she gets better at hacking. I don't intend on letting her get that good though- wanna catch her before she does anything else. Also, I need to warn you about one other thing."

Bonnie glanced off to the side, his gaze heavy, "You MUST be careful doing this. It could mess up your personality if you rearrange too much shit. And the process itself may leave you unstable. You comprehend, my crazy compadre?"

"Got it, amigo. Tell me how I can help!"

"...Okay then. Where to start?"

Night 1. Time stamp: 4:15 am.

Bonnie stood in front of Glamrock Gifts, holding up the fazwatch and staring hard at the red-eyed figure beyond the tiny screen. Its as Moon said; Lost and Found had been his friend here. He just couldn't believe he didn't think of going there sooner. Of COURSE it doubled as a security office! And yes, he cheated, but she cheated too.

To which she was quick to comment, "You cheated." And it was doled out so candidly.

"So did you," Bonnie returned quick and stiffly. "And the saying goes, 'all's fair in love and war'. Ain't that correct? Granted, I'm sure that doesn't matter to you-" He leaned in, then smiled at the tiny lens, "I think you'd like this one better then: A good rabbit must always have tricks."

She was heard scoffing. Then she grumbled, "Whatever. For tonight, I'll let it slide. Your fight with Monty was much too delightful to miss. And I believe you said you had an idea to make this more fun?" She added that last part airily.

Bonnie matched her amusement with his own, "Of course. I wanted to up the ante, to take your own words from earlier. So, here's my wager: I learn your name- your real name, by the end of the week. And if I do this, you'd have to crawl out of your hole somewhere and meet me on the dance floor. Then we can finish the game of tag in style. And if I don't, I'll concede to your win."

He wasn't stupid enough to ask for her to just surrender or give up; he knew she wouldn't. She'll cheat too, even with this wager. So, maybe he can draw her out or get her near him? If she can hack bots, its likely THAT will be what he sees at the end instead of her. He wanted to meet her on a nearly level playing field- though he knew the word 'nearly' was being used very loosely here. Even if she came out of hiding, it'd only be if she thinks she has an advantage- something he'll have to learn to manipulate. They'll both be cheating along the way, on that note, but this game of tag will have to find SOME kind of conclusion.

And a small, infinitesimally small part of him figured this would be more fun that way.

She hummed, then raised a single finger, "Fine. We can share the dance floor eventually. That could be fun!"

"You fancy yourself a dancer?"

"The best," was her oily reply.

"I look forward to it then. We'll hafta see whose better, cuz I got a mean set of legs here."

"I noticed. Monty's face tells me so," she was seen fiddling something beyond the lens. Then, "-'Til next time, bun-bot."

Bonnie turned off the fazwatch, then slumped heavily against the glass window to Glamrock Gifts. His ears drooped heavily over his face; the bunny unable to move for a solid moment after she disconnected. His eyes stayed fixed on Freddy's statue too; taking that moment to lament the loss of not just one innocent life, but more. He fell heavily to the floor, pulled in his legs, and cried right there.

That's where Freddy himself would find him, come the following morning.