Sometime during the PizzaPlex's prime-

GLAMROCK BONNIE

Night 4. Time Stamp is 12:15 AM. Unknown area of derelict pizzeria.

The perpetual grip of a bloated, loaded silence enforced a hush that'd make any living creature hold its own breath- but in the case of the bunny bot, he felt no such thing. Not completely.

Instinct isn't something bots have. They run on programming variables. Calculations. Observations prompting certain reactions. In this sense, perhaps the organics can have a tally to themselves; as instinct was a means of survival, of extending their welfare. Bots may be more intelligent, powerful and adept, but they can wander into something they shouldn't and not understand that they are in danger. Never fully. They were created to defend and shorten workloads- or to entertain sometimes.

In Bonnie's case, he knew it's all of the above. He was more than adept now, and equipped with abilities that simulate instinct; and he possessed the intellect to know he was in danger in this silent sepulcher. His whiskers detected shifting conditions in the stagnant, deadened air; his ears picked up the very instant rock shifted upon itself on an uneasy foundation. The earth around him sighed as if releasing a final breath; its ghastly release a foul, rancid aroma that carried rot from varying sources of dead or inanimate things.

There was no life here. Not even a single rat to account for. Maybe deep-dwelling arthropods, but Bonnie couldn't sense or find any that he can recognize as a species. Everything in here was an alien wrongness he couldn't properly identify; leaving the bot to wonder what kind of rabbit hole he's truly delved into- no pun intended. He snorted once; producing a plume of warmed air that briefly appeared in the cold, desolate atmosphere.

He paused; lifting his head and sifted the air again- frowning when he noted just how very lacking in flow it was. No breeze; no subtle channeling of a fresh zephyr. Nothing. This place truly was in every aspect, a diseased and forgotten corpse in the final stages of decomposition- a phase where the last vestiges of stink were on the cusp of altogether disappearing.

Another puff; his ears swiveling when he caught the crumble of stone falling in the distance. His head zipped in its direction; both appendages on high alert above his head. His LED eyes widened in the gloom; aureate disks of light akin to the saturated gleam of a cheese slathered moon. He didn't even blink; his gaze a firm and unyielding hold on whatever he landed upon. He ducked lower, ears briefly dipping closer to his neck before flickering back up into full alertness.

When nothing else happened, he toed his way forward. He won't lie; he didn't much like the sensation of his polished feet on slimy stone. The sound it produced a distracting, echoing intrusion in the catacomb labyrinth. He slipped once; the rabbit catching himself swiftly but grunting in surprise nonetheless. He's pretty sure his chassis was cracked in some places already and he's only been down here all of a few measly minutes.

He took the same route he had that time; when he went to find Roxy and Freddy. And in no time at all, he found himself once again before the ancient pizzeria. Beside him, a fallen, classic brown Freddy head blinked aimlessly at the unseen cavern ceiling; its single, remaining eye a strange brightness. Bonnie raised a metaphorical brow here; as he knew this place shouldn't have any kind of power- and yet the sign and mascot decor was alit and glowing anyways.

Now he looked at the entrance proper; it being now completely clear of the wall of rock he and Roxy had to climb through. The neon sign was quite obtrusively lively; its electrical hum one of the only sources of sound in the vicinity. He looked away and noticed not too far from him were a handful of modern endoskeletons- likely stolen from Parts and Service up above, and probably the reason as to how the rest of the debris got removed. Hacking them was no issue for Vanny- and he wondered why she bothered with Freddy that time. Perhaps, he assumed, a test run of whatever illicit virus program she has yet to release.

They were on borrowed time. She's been testing this hacking program for weeks and now, Bonnie was pretty sure she was going to unleash it soon. He hadn't come down to this assumption soon enough, it seemed. Him seeing the endos here reminded him of it; prompting for further frowning on his part. His claws untucked from his pelvic chassis; his motor a low, thrumming resonance in his otherwise hollowed body.

He was scared now; good and proper. He's always been frightened of some of the things Vanny's done in the last while, but something about this place and the brevity of what he's absorbing was truly hitting home just how fragile their fleeting lives were. He was created to be a glorified children's toy; there's no getting around that. The paltry significance of it was suddenly a lot more... crushing.

When he looked back at the pizzeria, his expression sloped into one of rueful distaste. Whatever animatronics may have been here might STILL be here; forgotten articles that no child would care to return for. No adults would return to salvage. No customers for them to enthrall.

"You are but polished, luculent representations of innocence and phantasmal whimsy; objects of desire and fortune that many a man cannot achieve on their own. You are flawed as we are, but not as axiomatic as we. You are, in some way or another, a testament to our own flaws as well as equal parts success."

The manager's words returned unbidden; Bonnie briefly shutting his eyes as he weighed his last exchange with him. The manager put it in pretty words, but he wasn't wrong: Bonnie and his friends weren't anything but fleeting, fancy and expensive play things that can play at fame for however long they can afford. And if any of them ceased to be useful, popular, and interesting, they'd likely be scrapped for the next big thing. All his legacy really was was the legacy of the OLD Bonnie Bunny: The purple rabbit whose face decorated the halls of Rockstar Row and his own bowling alley. The PURPLE rabbit's likeness; not his own.

He wasn't art.

He wasn't anything.

No one but his friends, Cassie and her father were a stable fixture in his life. The girl and her parent came to the PizzaPlex a lot and often; as her father worked here and tended to bring his daughter along rather often. Bonnie recalled the feel of his talons in her brown, coconut and chocolate-scented hair; the girl hugging his leg as her father spoke to him was a feeling he greedily relished. He hugged both once; and the feeling of relief he gets every time they return usually left his motor skipping. He knew his friends felt it too- the smile on Freddy's face was usually an infectious, deadly thing that'd leave the others dizzy with smiles too whenever Cassie threw a chipper 'Hello!' at them.

He blinked. He didn't expect to be remembering them right now. He inhaled and held; his compressor heaving and humming as it channeled pressurized air into his fans and chest. His breast plate moved with the artificial illusion of lungs filling; the rabbit closing his eyes briefly as he weighed what little he and his friends truly had.

Cassie. Her father. They were truly the only things they can truly call part of the family. They were all they really had, besides each other.

Just a few months ago.

The girl was crying.

He'd heard it from 2 rooms away. He didn't know how he picked it up, but he did.

It'd been a normal day in the PizzaPlex. Birthdays to attend, autographs to sign, schedules to keep. There was a couple of Glam Deluxe packages with his name jotted down in the roster this week- with today being one of those days. He was the favorite pick of another girl named Kendall- whose mother requested he serve her buttercream ice-cream cake that day.

Cassie was in a party room a couple doors down- Bonnie knew her birthday was today too- on the 11th. Her father had requested a Roxy Glam Deluxe today. Roxy was going to be in shortly; it had to be timed so she can appear when the most children were at the party. Cassie had been waiting around for her friends to show- and as it happens, Bonnie's ears didn't miss anything.

He never heard any sets of steps head towards her room- not even her father's. Her dad was sadly extremely busy today; and their bosses said he needed to be present in Parts and Service for some maintenance on the endoskeletons in there- who'd been acting up. He'd visit Cassie a little later after he was done or on break. He'll come soon- but everyone knows Fazbear Entertainment were going to keep him for however long they can. It was within their M.O to do so.

Anyways- Bonnie had finished serving the ice-cream cake when he heard it: Cassie sobbing not so far away from the room he unfortunately couldn't leave. He was on schedule, after all. He's supposed to be Kendall's personal attendant for the next 45 minutes before he's brusquely moved to another room. He paused and listened; his expression wavering briefly when he heard her.

"Bonnie?"

He looked at Kendall.

"You okay?" she blinked up at him, a pretty thing of bright blue eyes and airy platinum hair.

"I am, sweets. How's the cake?"

She smiled wide; flapping her arms around in helpless enthusiasm as she shoveled more of the chilled treat into her mouth. She nodded rapidly.

Bonnie kept his smile plastered on. He adored this cutie; and he liked the feeling of the children bouncing around him in equal fervor; but he just couldn't focus. He literally felt the desire to get up and grab Cassie not too far away from here and ask if she can sit with them for a little while until Roxy showed. But he knew better; he couldn't budge- not while he's supposed to be focused on the angel before him.

But Cassie was also family too. She may not know that, but she was. And it hurt listening to that just a couple doors away. Literally he was on the precipice of sending her father a ping that none of her friends had showed up-

And he couldn't help but breathe easier when he saw Roxy strut by just then. She briefly gazed into the room Bonnie was in, waved at him- in which he waved back. Kendall saw and energetically did the same; her puppy face visibly glowing when she saw the wolf slide by.

"She pretty!" Kendall babbled.

"Roxy's very pretty," Bonnie agreed. He patted the small girl's head; his palm absolutely devouring her crown. She merely giggled as her eyes disappeared beneath the shade of it. "She's got a party to do too. She'll be a couple doors over, you know."

"Can we see her?" She excited clapped.

Bonnie felt something in him twist. It could be a chance to see the girl, but he can't break the rules. He shook his head gently, "Nah, sugar. Your momma would hafta buy her time too, yunno?"

Kendall sagged, but nodded.

Bonnie's ears flexed again; focusing on the room a little ways away. He couldn't hear anything now with Kendall's friends getting loud again, but he could swear Cassie's tears died down a little. He still felt very tempted to go and see what's up, but he still had 45 minutes left on the clock for the Burner family- not that he minded Kendall. She was too adorable to say no to.

He bumped her forehead with his nose; the girl laughing and grabbing it. Bonnie fought the twitch that emerged when she seized his whiskers. Alas, the price of love! She was pulling on them, but thankfully not so hard. Her little hands found every fascinating feature on his face; including the fluffy mop atop his head. She cooed at the feel of it; her little arms like twigs as they wrapped around his face.

Her mother watched nearby, smiling all the while. It made Bonnie, as well as the other bots, quite happy to delight the crowd as they did. And it paid to be a cute rabbit- or at least, that's what he kept telling himself. And letting the kids climb on him like this goes to show just how safe the children are; as Bonnie always figured he and his friends were quite capable and adept-

Oh, just how wrong he was.

He finally had the chance to see what's up.

After the Burners left, he toed his way where he glimpsed Roxy and Cassie go. To the raceway, as it were. The raceway was closed for the moment, since there's no big scheduled events due for the day. Bonnie made his way over and heard the revving of karts anyways; briefly looking and seeing Cassie having fun down there with literally just Roxy all to herself. Definitely more improved then when he heard her an hour ago- but the lonely sight left him winded in another way. He breathed out, glad he didn't have to walk in on this little private get-together. After all, Roxy was her superstar for the day- and he didn't want to crash that party despite his earlier feelings.

He heard steps behind him; but didn't turn to face the man he'd grown to acquaint with as a friend. He kept his maroon eyes on the track; watching Cassie nail those turns with a sick drag that had Roxy whooping enthusiastically. He smiled subtly, one ear flicking in passing.

"You pinged me," he said.

Cassie's father had a voice like... if Bonnie had to best describe it, brown sugar and honey being poured over guitar strings. He liked the sound himself, personally. He can only imagine the kind of warmth Cassie got from listening to him- and she was a good, quiet girl whenever they talked. It said enough.

"I uh... I did. A little bit ago. Sorry about that-" Bonnie told him. "She was crying earlier and uh... well... I mean she's improved now. You on break?"

"Yeah... only for a few. I still can't join her yet until I finish. Did you see what she was upset about?"

"My ears caught none of her friends showing up. Roxy and her are spending the day alone," he told him. "Figured I'd let you know. She was probably alone in that room for uh..." He winced at the amount of time that passed. "An hour or more..."

Her father clapped a hand to his face; the limb dragging itself down and stopping on his chin. He sidled on his footing in an uncomfortable manner; as if anxious. No doubt he was... but he didn't tend to show it all the time. "They're keeping me in there," he muttered. "Fuck. I should be getting down there-"

Bonnie's ears lowered, "M'sorry. Roxy's got an eye on your girl though. She'll have a good day anyways. Roxy was quick in taking her tears away."

The man sighed; then he bobbed his head stiffly at something, "Thanks for telling me. Cassie wouldn't tell me anything if something's up so... you know."

"I'll watch her," Bonnie offered. "We don't hafta tell anyone-"

The tech shook his head, "You don't need to be getting in trouble for it. Thank you, really! But I don't think neither of us would like seeing you get chewed out if you miss your next party in-" He checked his watch. "-I think you're still booked for something? Ten-ish minutes?"

Bonnie nodded.

Meanwhile, the man turned away. "Thanks anyways, Bon. I think I have a solution though..." He put a contemplative hand to his chin. "I figured I'd let her try the Foxy log ride today... could perk her up. Man, she really seems to the dig the raceway though, huh?"

Bonnie tossed a sideways grin, "High speed mayhem- You kidding? This is her second race and she's nailing it. Look at those S.T.A.F.F bots there-" He pointed a claw. "They're still on their fourth circuit. Cassie's on the finishing lap."

Her dad leaned over, then whooped himself- the sound making Bonnie jump unexpectedly.

Cassie heard it apparently; she looked up briefly- her warm mocha gaze catching sight of her parent and his favorite bot for a flickering second as she crossed the finish line. Roxy, Bonnie, and her dad clapped. Roxy was especially loud- literally howling over the adulations of her parent and rabbit. Still, the girl jumped up and down as she caught their gazes; throwing her helmet into the air for that moment. Roxy was seen leaping straight from the stands like an atheletic badass and scooping the girl up and spinning in circles.

"Yeah... definitely more improved," Bonnie told her dad.

The man sobered eventually, sighing when he eyed his watch again. "I gotta go but... Bonnie? Thanks for keeping an eye on her. I know Roxy's got it, but thanks anyways!"

"Well, sure! Always."

Her dad stopped once, then turned back around with his hands in pockets. "She uh... yunno, she struggles a lot with people. She likes you all. Loves you. Adores every single one of you. Roxy was her first pick but she struggled with who she wanted for her birthday this year. She sat and thought about it a while. But its also because she knows she can be herself around you lot."

Bonnie tilted his head, right ear flopping lower then the other.

"See uh... I'm always busy here. You know that. And she struggles with making friends in school. And I can't spend much time with her with all the work I do... its pitiful I have to work at the same time I want to spend it with her. Its why we come around so much," he continued, as if having trouble trying to word it out and they weren't coming very easily. He briefly turned back to Bonnie, "-And the times I ain't watching her, you all end up picking up the slack. It makes me feel kinda... pathetic, if I had to be honest."

Bonnie rapidly shook his head, "It really shouldn't. You're literally doing all you can for her, yunno. There is absolutely no reason why you should feel that way. And personally, I enjoy having you guys around-" He gesticulated noncommittally. "You two are family to us. And watching Cassie is a sublime pleasure."

Her dad bobbed his shoulders, his expression deepening briefly. Bonnie couldn't make heads or tails of it for the longest moment. "She sees you as family too. Talks about you all like you're all old friends. I'm really happy about that but yunno..." he looked over at his shoulder at her down on the ground level, watching Roxy carry the girl and her new trophy over to the salon. "-Sometimes, I wish I can see her with peers too. Not that there's anything wrong with you all-!"

"I know, man! Its cool. She should be with kids her age," Bonnie shrugged. "She shouldn't be attaching herself so much to uh..." glorified kids toys was the words he almost said aloud. He knew Cassie and her father didn't think that way of them, but it still hurt to ponder it. "-To uh...to us all the time. But if its any consolation, sir, I promise, and I personally give you this promise, that we'll continue to watch Cassie for you. I know you're busy trying to deal with that uh..."

The legal stuff. It's all over his head, but Bonnie knew Cassie's mother's family wasn't especially fond of the idea of her spending time at Freddy's. They knew the company was suspect to a plethora of crimes and ultimately disconnected with her father because of his workplace choice. Bonnie found himself fidgeting uncertainly; his claws and fingers pulling and intertwining over the other.

"I'm sorry," He continued again, sheepishly. "I didn't mean to bring it up-"

Her father shook his head again, "I know. Thank you anyways, Bon. Its reassuring that at least somebody's around for her when I can't be. Its selfish enough that its gone on so long."

Her father's tone took on a note that left the rabbit feeling winded; blinking rapidly as he walked away in a visible slump. He felt like he should've kept his muzzle shut too- but too little too late.

He still couldn't help wondering: With all the accidents at Freddy's, what're the odds that eventually, her father would be caught up in that? And Cassie would be left alone and not only friendless, but family-less? The thought dizzied him; made him worry in ways he never experienced before. He found concentrating suddenly very hard to do.

He looked back at the now empty track. Nobody but Roxy, himself and her father saw her win. Nobody would care if she won a bunch of races. Nobody was there to give her her dues. To give her the companionship she needed. And literally, two out of the three of her audience had been disposable bots. If it wasn't for them and her father, it'd be as if Cassie never had a place anywhere in this small, claustrophobic world.

And the weight of that had Bonnie ponder anew what his life really meant and how he looked to children everywhere; the image a disorientating and heavy weight that dragged and pulled at his psyche. The next time he saw Cassie, he was going to give her the biggest hug he could without crushing her. Why was it this world was so full of people, but not enough give the love others needed?

And it was then he swore he'd continue giving love in whatever capacity he could. There just wasn't enough love in the world.

Night 4. Time Stamp is 12:30. Underground Pizzeria.

He stepped into the pizzeria; blinking out of sync again as he took it all in.

Cassie and her father never left his mind as he pondered this forgotten place. The number of families whose likely come in, and the number of faces that'd go forgotten here. He saw what remained of a stage; the lights around it blinking in phantom expectancy of superstars that'd never return to perform again. There was water dripping around it; forming puddles too near the exposed wires on the checkered floor. Upturned tables, holes and fallen ceiling debris lined the walls and parts of the dining area.

Bonnie carefully snuffled around; bending over to pick up what was a broken, framed picture of a child's forgotten fancy. The picture within however was no longer truly discernable; having been curiously burned around the edges where glass had popped from from intense heat. There was the signs of a bear with a black coat and puffy red cheeks- curious. A black Freddy? He couldn't tell- but they weren't framed in Rockstar Row. What kind of animatronics go unremembered throughout the annals of Fazbear history?

He turned it up and down and around; then gently placed it back on the stage upright so it can face the dining room in full display. It had no place on the floor. He didn't know who this bear was, and it hurt because he didn't know. He wondered intrusively if one day, he and his friends would go forgotten in this manner too. That love shouldn't be left behind or lost so utterly and completely.

Never.

He dipped his head at the black bear in respect, then proceeded along the pizzeria. He inhaled, held, then flexed his ears again. He can hear the electricity circulating this place- and wondered what Vanny wants down here. How'd she come to know it even existed? And what did she mean by not being the first nightmare ever nurtured? She bluntly told him disappearances were common and they had a basis in how Fazbear Entertainment worked- the thought spooked him anew.

He jumped when a piece of ceiling crumbled nearby; his motor skipping once and settling back down when he realized his error. He clenched his jaw, proceeding into a hole below the dining room. There was something like a basement to this place- and the fact he had to go even deeper down into the depths worried him. He had a distinct feeling that whatever lie here was still beneath his over-sized feet.

How deep into the earth did this place go? He didn't want that answered, if he had to be honest. But, here he was; going anyways, and he'd soon get the answer to that question regardless. His breathing was measured, but it was a tense flow that held too long at times. His LED eyes weren't needed anymore as he passed areas where lights flickered. At length, he found yet another sub-layer; prompting another raised brow he simply couldn't indulge in thanks to his rigid face plates. He didn't know why, but he felt this might just be the place.

"To the end of truth," he said again, as if to convince himself.

He slipped in easily, landing amidst an otherwise nondescript room besides being obviously wrecked from time. It had no paint; memorabilia, or too much in furnishings. Cluttered debris and pieces of ceiling framed its perimeter, no sign of the same decor as the pizzeria above. It had a couple air vents and the assembly of... a recharge station? In the corner. Did Vanny have something in mind here for this recharge station?

He looked behind; noticing a sunken mattress too. It looked recently used; so he went to work smelling it. Cupcakes- definitely her. Did she really sleep down here sometimes? Grody, but at least he knew where she hid sometimes. It seemed she had some sort of obscured project down here in the works involving that recharge station. He couldn't find anything though, which puzzled him further. He saw a computer monitor nearby too; and it was turned off.

He meandered over and eyed it. It was attached to a generator- so he revved it up and turned the device on. He clicked around on it for a brief moment before he found exactly what she meant. His ears lost sensation in them; falling to his neck completely as they flattened in horror.

Children. So many deceased children on profile. Many had 'X's over them; and they had dates in which they've gone missing. Bonnie was continuously horrified to recognize Jeremiah on the file- and he wasn't the most recent one. She'd apparently gotten another child as of late; a young girl he recalled had a Chica-themed party a month ago. Alisia wilders- 8 years old. Fair hair and light eyes too, not unlike Kendall. And speaking of Kendall... she was on here too!

His teeth gritted anew; the bot seeing red as he read on.

Some of the likenesses went on- he suspected no less than 20 children were on profile here. But, while all of this was indeed disturbing, he noticed another page. He clicked on it- and this brought a noise of confusion from him.

More children but... these ones had been gone for decades. Cold cases. Some of the older names were of a Jeremy, Gabriel, Susie, and Fritz. He saw newspaper clippings with their faces on it in low resolution; and the faces of the old animatronics right next to them.

Why did he get the feeling he just opened Pandora's box here?

He noticed the pictures of the children were also arranged strangely... each one lined up with a bot's face. Why? There was question marks here and there- as if Vanny herself was confused about something. There was links attached to the bots' names; with Bonnie blinking as he clicked on Freddy's own name and was redirected to a new page. Apparently there's a page here that covered the bot's profile itself; like serial number, and what parts were salvaged for later dates. How long the bot was functional, and what routines it checked out and what glitched, its voice lines, and which one of those lines tended to fail. So weird.

He clicked back, not understanding it. He gazed at the children again, now noticing something ELSE horrifying and strange about them:

A lot of the children looked alike... Kendall, Alisia, they looked vaguely like Susie- the first girl who vanished more than a few decades ago. Jeremiah looked vaguely like Gabriel or Jeremy... and it got even more convoluted beyond THAT:

The names. Many sounded similar too. Jeremiah and Jeremy had been prime examples, but there was also Gabriel and Gabriella. Susan. Jerome. Frigg. And the last names? Also along similar planes.

Bonnie chuffed. Looks like Vanny was recreating the tragedies of the older generation. But she said there was more to it than that, and its been going on a WHILE. In fact, some of these children he was looking at may not even be her doing. What did they have to do with the bots though? He was clicking around for a good few minutes before he found his answer- or at least, part of one.

The older bots apparently had unusual behaviors- and they were fine at first- but then... they started acting out of sorts after the tragedies. They would stare at people, hurt adults, and on one occasion, a Foxy variant killed a security guard named Jeremy. And there it was... that NAME again. He also noticed more clippings of the pizza places closing repeatedly and reopening with new brands and images.

It was disgusting.

If Bonnie could retch, he'd projectile vomit all over this device.

It seemed the bots were just robotic at first, but they began developing more complex and unusual habits after the deaths at each location- even though they weren't adaptable. They weren't sentient... at least, not at first. They didn't have the proper sentience that one could perceive. But the further Bonnie looked, the more he realized that maybe, just maybe, the child's name and the picture with the bot who they were aligned with might make more sense after all.

He blinked, leaned in, then frowned anew. Did Vanny think that the children's souls... merged, with these bots? That gave them their intelligence and the life-like behavior Fazbear Entertainment so lovingly preached?

"The bots you see everyday in the Rockstar Row museum... the older variations of you. You cannot even comprehend the amount of pain and suffering it goes into making a single one. A Glamrock is different, yes- But not as much as you'd think. More advanced for sure, but there's more to it. You are admittedly the first actualized and acknowledged A.I- that is truth. But... the others who came before... they were different in ways no bot can truly understand. Even their own CREATORS cannot fathom it- let alone normal people."

Bonnie blinked dizzily, then staggered back as if someone blew wind into his ears. "Shit," he spat, unable to properly process what the fuck all this really meant.

"Let me tell you: I'm not the first nightmare this company has ever nurtured; and I'll be far from the last. Oh yes. There is a reason why disappearances at Freddy's is so... common. Pretty much a trend each generation, you know?"

"Fuck me. Fuck me. FUCK ME-" He jumped away from the computer as if it burned him; the rabbit finding himself suddenly far too shaky for his own liking. He raised his claws and looked at them; wondering if ANY of that was to be true, then...

No. He was an A.I. Not... this. He was one, right?

He was an A.I. Not some forgotten, deceased soul. He was HIMSELF. He was BONNIE. Not some Jeremy. And he wasn't just a Bonnie, but GLAMROCK BONNIE. He was the best Bonnie ever! Even Vanny said they were special.

But whose to say, they might not be both?

The rabbit fought for air; suddenly finding function in his body a little precarious. He blinked rapidly and scanned himself; inhaling and fighting to cool his warming motor as it almost seemed to throb too powerfully and forcefully within his chest. Did a heart beat feel this painful? Had he HAD one at some point?

No. He was the pinnacle of technological evolution- not Fazbear Entertainment's cruel joke and prized one-trick show-pony.

He refused to be their show-pony anymore.

He will not perform for those Faz-fucks again.

His chest heated rapidly; the rabbit clenching his maw so tightly his teeth screeched together. He picked up a piece of debris with some rebar stuck in it- then raised it high above his head-

And with an almighty, hell-born screech he brought it down on the offensive device with all of his 440 pounds of force and the Monty-enhanced torque behind it. The ancient device screamed and sparked violently as it died; pieces flaying and flying around with the velocity equivalent to burning shrapnel from a firing shotgun. The shards lodged in various things around and in him; some of them sticking into his chassis in earnest.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRR!"

He kept beating it and beating it until there wasn't anything left of it- kicking and throwing aside the pieces in this rage-induced frenzy. He even hurled the concrete rebar-spiked mace into the wall; forming a huge indentation in it and causing a rippling shockwave that trembled the air and floor around him. His shoulders whined from the amount of force exerted; the rabbit having nearly popped his shoulders loose from his own sockets.

His motor frantically pumped heated air out of him; forming violent plumes around his nose as he huffed in the aftermath that followed. He slumped over like a tired madman; ears falling closer and lower to his eyes as he scowled at the hole in the wall and the shredded remains of tech on the floor. His paws flexed and clenched; the carmine tips biting mirthlessly into his azure palms and rending the plush fabric pad there.

He wouldn't move for some uncounted moment or more; unable to find the ability to move until his ears caught something- his eyes fluttered again. Then he straightened up and listened-

Shhhhhaaaaaaa...

No. Bots didn't have instincts. But for some reason, Bonnie thought he felt the ghost of one form within him as he listened to the eldritch specter hidden within the deadened earth move not too far away from himself. Frozen with shock and rage, he stayed rooted to the spot; his ears being the only thing that moved as they followed another source of sound now-

Cables. Numerous cables slithering down guttered tunnels around him. He still didn't move, but from the corner of his eye, one tendril colored like burned metal moved in slow-motion out of a single hole in the ceiling; flicking around like the whiskers on Bonnie's own face. He watched it impassively; only just now truly realizing the kind of danger he may be in-

And he couldn't afford to care.

There was no love left in this cruel world.

What reason did he have to defend himself with if there was no one to give back the love he gave in-turn? To continue to punish and take and step on him and his friends? To continue to destroy and spill innocent blood for the purposes of SHOW BUSINESS?

Shhhhhaaaaaaa...

His left eye spasmodically twitched; the rabbit hissing and chuffing as the tendril wormed its way slowly over. He bared his claws and flattened and his ears; mouth open and every flat-edged tooth in his muzzle exposed-

But he had no plans of fighting back. Absolutely none. He was at war, but he wouldn't even pick up the gun to defend himself with.

He snarled and snapped; keeping his ground as the owner of the tendrils bled from the pitch blackness beyond it: It cerise eyes were a subtle, unblinking set of radiated pinpricks in a face wreathed in white, pink and caked-on filth. The anthracinus, smudged quality of it's visage was besmirched by hells' own forgotten fires- a crowning testament to it's enduring hath its rage and pressing on. The Helpi-themed colored face plates moved individually; reminding Bonnie of a beetle shuffling its carapace in preparation of flight. There was a curious head tilt here as it descended upon him; as if it struggled to see and was trying to feel it's way around to compensate-

It had no real eyes. No optics to account for. The laser-light pricks indicated where there should've been some. The tendrils also moved with careful, meticulous slowness as if prodding and poking the air for something to grasp- was it actually blind though? Or did it have another means of sensing where he was?

Still, it didn't help that Bonnie's teeth snapping made noise- not to mention his banging around a couple minutes before. It knew where he was, and it was taking its sweet time in joining him in this lost, isolated, forlorn room. Its face got within a foot of Bonnie's own, then slowly opened up-

And the last thing Bonnie expected to hear was the sound of a bear's roar above him instead of in front of him.

He snapped his head around; the thing before him- or They, he will come to realize- doing the same. They snapped it face plates shut and flared them again rapidly; snarling back at the owner of the first roar. Its tendrils lashed out-

Glamrock Freddy caught the bunch by embracing them; pulling them to his body and letting the thing hurl him around the room. Bonnie snapped to his senses and bounded over; watching as Freddy was thrown aside not seconds later by the force of the movement. The lead singer slammed into the wall; prompting for a flickering of lights in his cerulean eyes. He likely blinked out for a second there.

Bonnie hopped to him and snapped his teeth again; chuffing and flaring his talons as They lunged again. Bonnie slashed it; having not intended on defending in any capacity- but with Freddy here, it changed things. He wildly swung and scoured burnt metal bodies; They retreating and hissing and snapping face plates.

Then, obscenely, a body from its immense mass rose up to meet his eyes; a purple-furred face he knew from Rockstar Row. It was missing optics, but Bonnie knew he could see him just fine. The limp-eared, ancient rabbit opened its mouth and SCREAMED at his face; the higher frequency something he didn't expect. Bonnie's ears rang violently; his eye-sight flickering out completely and vaguely registering the sensation of hitting the ground rather forcefully.

He knew them. He knew that rabbit. He knew him.

He knew all of their names. He just saw them... in the computer.

He couldn't fight back. He won't fight children.

He refused.

He stayed on the ground instead; or at least, he tried too. But then, he felt Freddy's large arms wrap around his middle and toss him over his shoulder. The bear's red pauldron dug into Bonnie's gut; but the sensation didn't hurt. Bonnie flimsily braced himself on Freddy's back and cracked a single eye-

Just to see They had retreated for a moment. They were taking a different route after them.

He winced and hissed; fighting Freddy's grip and slipping from his friend's shoulder. "M'Fine! I can run on my own two feet-" he started to babble.

"Then MOVE already!"

The bear's tone wasn't anything Bonnie has ever heard before- and the crisp, clear prompt in it compelled him to match his friend's pace as soon as he was put down. The two began messily clambering their way out of the pizzeria's foulest belly; the abomination of a forgotten era following them from within the walls.

Shhhhhaaaaaaa...

The pair ran out of the old joint; just missing a set of tendrils as they erupted from the ground around them. Bonnie slashed one as they went; no doubt pissing it off but it would've snagged Freddy's ankle. They kept on running; with dozens of pinprick laser eyes seeming to consume the noirceur walls around them. The numerous bodies screeched and whined and cried- their numerous voices a strident chaos of forgotten calls. Tendrils lunged from the inky veil; Bonnie's ears catching the wind of it and shoving Freddy aside to avoid it. They continued running.

Once they found the elevator, Freddy had an idea apparently. He turned to some wall and ROARED at it; surging into a hunk of rock wall and throwing his fists crazily into it. Bonnie caught what he was up to and started to do the same.

Above them, the tunnel began to splash down bodies of boulders and shifting rock; with pieces no smaller than a child's head hitting the pair as it continued to tumble around them.

They seemed to pause when some of the rock hit some of the bodies along its own immense one; bits and pieces of itself screaming and writhing in an furious flourish as it realized this area of the room was coming down around it. It snapped face plates again; then screamed in the direction of Freddy and Bonnie-

And then it continued despite the chaos around it.

The ursine and lapine bots bolted towards the elevator and yanked doors shut; and while they didn't see it, some sort of god-sent debris stopped and slowed the amalgamation pursuing them. Freddy slammed his fist on the elevator button, heaving and panting as he and Bonnie listened to the rockfall on the other side of the door. The enraged mass of souls screamed beyond it; Bonnie unable to block it out as they ascended.

Once they were at the surface and the door opened, the two stumbled out drunkenly. Both paused once; clouds of heat escaping gaping muzzles-

And they just toppled over.

Bonnie rolled onto his back, puffing as his motor clawed for coolant flow. His maroon eyes fell upon Freddy beside him; noticing the bear stay on his belly and pant like a dog into the raceway's floor. He twitched into the recovery position; lying on his side and staring dazedly at Bonnie like he was dreaming him up. He was covered in dents and scratches- and Bonnie had no doubt he looked the same.

Eventually, Freddy said, "You... dummy. You went. Right into. Her trap."

"...I know."

The bear reached over; his paw finding Bonnie's face and gently grazing it in affection. "I told you. I'd help you. You left without me. Kinda mad. About it."

"You'll get over it."

Freddy harrumphed; then pulled the same paw that touched Bonnie's face into the rabbit's nearest paw; grasping it and squeezing meaningfully. "I can never stay mad at you. But dang if you aren't trying me tonight."

To which, Bonnie can only weakly smirk back.

It didn't last long; the rabbit's face falling again as his mind processed what he saw down there. He vehemently meant what he figured on; coming to embrace this new resolve with a punishing amount of focus and poison in his mind. His gentle look was replaced by a feral glare; the rabbit grunting and groaning as he finally found his way up and rubbed his head with his free paw. He let go of Freddy next.

"I ain't doing this anymore," he told the bear outright.

"Wha- huh?"

"I ain't playin'. I ain't playin' for them. I ain't picking up my stupid bass ever again unless its to beat their heads in with it," He snarled, looking Freddy right in the eyes as he said it. "I'm not kidding, man. I'm not working for those pricks anymore. What I saw down there-" He inhaled again, trailing off and unable to pick it back up.

Freddy slowly sat up, giving Bonnie an alarmed expression. His eyes fluttered once; as if waking up from a long nightmare. "What're you- I don't understand," he numbly shook his head.

"I ain't playing for this company anymore. I mean it," Bonnie spat again, jabbing a talon into his marred breast plate. He then started getting to his feet, swaying a little when his eyesight flickered. He'd been hit in the head with a large enough rock, it seemed. "And if I picked up my bass again, its to smash Mr. MAN in the face!"

He blinked and scowled at Freddy. He leaned in real close, barely a hand-span between their muzzles, then said in a voice like thunder made into screaming metal being rasped by sandpaper, "I. QUIT."

And then he left Freddy right there- turning to head back to his room in Rockstar Row. He knew he was going to be sealed in there soon anyways for his errant behavior, so why bother returning to Parts and Service? He'll wait in his room until tonight- And then, he's going to bring an end to their little game. On his own terms.

It was time to rumble.