FNAF Security Breach: Ruination

by FrostByterFang

Cassie's descent into the bowels of the PizzaPlex's depths posed numerous ramifications. After Gregory's supposed betrayal, she needs to find a way out of the derelict building with the assistance of the broken-down animatronics. Gregory meanwhile attempts to rescue his friend from the depths of the PizzaPlex. FULL summary inside. Main character focus is Cassie & Glamrock Bonnie.

19. Rockin' Rabbit Rumble

Sometime during the PizzaPlex's prime-

Final Day.

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GLAMROCK BONNIE

~In the wake of Night 4. Time stamp is roughly around 10 in the morning~

The look on Freddy's face never left his mind.

But Bonnie meant it: He quit. He didn't know how he's going to do it, but he officially quit- And no doubt his treacherous words will reach management. He HOPED it did. He had no intention of playing anymore for people who kill children for entertainment purposes- who went above and beyond in their fanatical ways to make the animatronics as life-like as possible. Bonnie didn't want to give them credit, but they achieved it in the case of the Glamrocks.

Still, the final question remained: Was he truly an A.I as much as he liked to believe, or was he some restless soul lost in this mortal coil whose bound to a metal body? Was he perhaps both? Bonnie prayed he was just an A.I and not anything else. With how far technology has gone in the decades past, its possible that that was the truth in his case.

However, the intrusive plausibility that he was a person killed to become a bunny bot bassist was so twisted he didn't dare want to entertain it- no pun intended. He didn't want to think that maybe, just maybe, he HAD a human life at some point. He didn't FEEL like he'd been one. Had he been an adult man who was killed by accident? Did he see too much and Fazbear Entertainment said 'fuck you' and knocked him off like Gordon and Mendez? Has he had any children of his own like they did? Did he have a LIFE and he just can't remember it?

This was so maddening that he felt he was going to puke again- and again, he wished he had a gut to use so he can relieve that awful sensation. Making his compressor work was already proving hard- was that what strangulated lungs feel like?

Even then, he just didn't want to think about it more- but that's all he's been doing ever since he returned to his room last night. He's spent so much of his life trying to become an actualized 'person'- to learn to be someone with a heart and complex feelings. He was still A.I at his core, no doubt about that- but the fact he could've had a life before this one mingled wrong with the concept of being an A.I. It's clear that he shouldn't have learned about this at ALL. The paranormal, the spectral, the intangible; it simply clashed with his logistical side and how he was raised.

It still didn't eliminate the chance that his FRIENDS could've been people either- and that scared him. All of this scared him. Scared, and scarred.

And the lack of KNOWING was wedging nails into his power box.

He banged his head on his wall several times; unable to do much else but think in the time he's locked HIMSELF into his own room. He's been in here since maybe 1 or 2 AM last night- and it's nearing noon now. And in all that time he's spent in here, he's been trying to absorb what he's seen. He's clawed the walls; and he didn't even remember doing it. He ripped his plushies apart and scattered their pieces all over his floor. He turned over his vanity and punched holes into his chair- He didn't touch any of the Freddy stuff though. He had enough sense to leave his Freddy merch alone. He would resume head banging afterward; unable to get his reeling mind under control.

He only stopped when he had to charge. He went to his back room and banged his head on the porthole window sometimes in the few minutes he'd be in the pod. He mouthed swears and obscenities to himself; begging and praying and wishing he was JUST an A.I and not some boy or man who lost out on an entire life thanks to greed.

He had family now... He had Freddy, Chica, Roxy, and even that stupid gator. Monty was growing on him- and he had DJ too! And Sun? He proved to be okay in the end. He also had those kids he's come to know loved him for who he is- the kids who enjoyed his company and came to the PizzaPlex for him. He also had Cassie and her father; the only real connections he had outside of this damnable place. That was his only saving graces; the only reasons why he didn't start clawing his own innards out right now.

Vanny was right. He didn't want to admit it, but she was right in knowing this truth twisted a knife into his nonexistent heart and wrenched it something fierce. The pain was hot and wild; and it was so powerful he thought he could FEEL it. His talons went to his scratched breast plate; tips touching the hinge to the opening mechanism where his collar bone should be. He pulled there sometimes; wishing there was fabric there to tear into. He scoured smooth surface; claws dragging at his neck as if the cold metal chassis he wore was a physical and tangible curse he had to shoulder- a choker chain clenching tightly around his nonexistent esophagus.

He had to admit, he hated being a metal shell with expensive, fancy parts and pre-programmed feelings.

He felt so fake.

He struggled with the alien concept of organic thoughts and worries; who pondered once being organic. A bot who thought himself organic in every other emotional aspect despite being a individual with a disposable metal body- who could be recreated over and over. He couldn't keep playing at this farce however- not without driving himself into further madness.

Did he have a family before? Had he ever BEEN anyone else before? Was he, the bot, all that ever was? Was he truly special? If Bonnie was a mass-produced character, how many other souls in other parts of the world were sacrificed for it? How different were these other Bonnies in other PizzaPlex's? Did they think the same way he did? Was he truly an exemplar rabbit and not just some cosmic, token joke?

The fact that he could've had flesh and blood kin killed him. More than he figured it would. Did it explain his weird attachment to Cassie? The heartbroken pang he felt every time he saw a child walk out the door and never come back again? Did it explain why he could understand, even on a rudimentary level, how others truly felt? Was his sense of empathy, in fact, a curse?

While inside his recharge station, his eyes blearily took in the blank walls of the back room behind his actual Green room. He breathed; struggling to perceive the fact that maybe he actually had LUNGS once. He only simulated breathing; but the effect seemed believably real when steam rose and hit the glass window of his recharge station. He drew in it's fogged surface until it vanished. His eyes blinked out of sync; his limbs sometimes shaking as he struggled to steady his hand.

Gods. He was shaking so bad. And he just couldn't stop.

His feelings whenever he stood near children... those were genuine. He knew that wasn't programmed into him. He's been rearranging his priorities left and right; but the one constant he's had up until now was the paternal desire to embrace all the tots who hugged him. Once again, the image of his talons in Cassie's coconut hair returned; remembering the feel of the girl as she leaned against him and placed all her unbridled, sacred trust into him- despite being what Herman said: An 8-foot delusional monster jackrabbit buck with mad march hare crazies.

He continued drawing in his little window; his ears picking up the times his friends- no, his family, prodded his door and beseeched him to open up. He's remotely locked it; hacking the rudimentary chip in his door that accepted photo passes and forcing it to glitch and seal. He didn't want to look at them yet- not while he felt like this. Not when he felt so unpredictable. As much as he wanted to sit in their arms and weep with them, he couldn't be seen by them yet. Just not yet.

He felt so awful, it was dizzying. He wanted to vomit, and to vomit out everything he's ever ate in his life and pray the effect made him feel better. He wanted to stop thinking.

Once again his head hit the station's door; his forehead cracking it eventually. It didn't relent; and the crack itself was hairline. Bonnie breathed over and over; struggling endlessly for the last few hours to finish absorbing the fact that his entire life was just one fleeting, cruel joke- whether or not he'd been flesh and blood or metal and screw.

He's never been anything but their toy, either way.

And that's all he -and his friends- will ever be.

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...

He stayed in the recharge station for a long time. Probably several hours. He hadn't checked the time for the last while. He'd cut himself off from the server- Vanessa or Vanny or whoever hadn't done that. He literally locked himself out of the server so he wasn't tempted to mess with anything in the server itself- to dig up any possible proof he could be more or less than what he hoped to be.

He was a toy to them. But not to Cassie and those other kids. He knew they loved him. His friends loved him. He was loved.

That was all he had.

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~In the wake of Night 4. Time stamp is unknown currently- hazarded at 6 in the evening. Bonnie has been locked in his room 15 and a half hours at least~

A security camera pinged movement; Bonnie frowning and huffing in a manner rather labored when there was movement detected by his door. Someone had unlocked it- using a photo pass at first, but then realizing it's bugged and eventually getting a technician to help open it up for him.

He knew who entered his shattered domain.

And he was in no mood for anymore games.

His large ears swiveled; catching the steps of someone crossing carpet in his Green room before they moved to the private back room. He didn't open his eyes; not having the mental fortitude to look at the wall anymore. He's been focusing on his Hud internally; rearranging whatever else he hadn't touched in his programming. He'd felt attempts for the technicians to reach him from Parts & Service already; all had been locked out. He also left the camera in his room enabled; knowing Vanessa had been the one to notice that, after tearing his room apart, he hadn't deigned to return to it once he went to his recharge station this morning.

Bonnie felt... he felt something odd about himself right now. He was still trying to parse it out; but this was the closest to physical pain he's ever truly experienced. Even though there wasn't anything in his stomach hatch, it had the imaginary feeling of someone wailing on his guts over and over with fists made of concrete- literally being gut punched constantly. His motor skipped; the cylinders in him spinning and jerking irregularly. He sincerely didn't feel good; as if he could imagine he was in a flesh body and he WAS throwing up everything he's ever eaten in his life- PLUS his own entrails.

He's never felt so beaten.

"Bonnie? Hello," Said his manager on the other side of his door.

The rabbit growled; the noise FAR less like a true lagomorphic creature and more akin to something 10 times its size and with far sharper teeth- which wasn't untrue in a sense here. Bonnie can indeed not only growl, but it had the weird, strange feeling in his breast plate that vibrated like the rolling rumble of a big cat's building wrath. Being literally 20 times larger than your actual animal inspiration will do that.

He opened one maroon eye; glaring at Cromwell with all his heart and soul from beyond the glass port. If that man knew what was good for him, he'd leave right now.

But no, he didn't seem to know- or at least, he gave the illusion of ignorance as he stood before the station with his hands behind his back; one brow raised. "Bonnie B. Bunny. Get out here." He tapped his foot now, impatient. "Don't make me use your full name."

Bonnie continued growling, ignoring him. He only shut his eyes and banged his head on the door again once.

"Bonnie Bounder Bunny. Get out here, now."

Bounder. Man he forgot he had a MIDDLE NAME. IT WAS SO STUPID-SOUNDING TOO! And how weird was that? Bunny was generic for a rabbit, as it referred to an entire species- but Bounder was personal. He never remembered having it used on him before- until now. It was like he was being summoned.

The name was unique to the Glamrock character too; seeing as there's been a million other Bonnies in history. Moreover, it was supposed to make the Glamrocks feel like they stood out more against their past iterations. To give them something like a more humanoid identity. Humans had middle names, and they don't all have names that end in their species name. Like being called 'Harold Human'. No, Bonnie and the rest of the Glams had real names-

Another testament to the farce that was their sentience.

The rabbit stared into the man before him; his paws curling into fists as he stepped out into the room for the first time in several hours. He resisted the temptation to sock him in the face immediately; as he despised the sound of his personal name being used like its a slanderous term. Bonnie Bunny was the name of the older purple rabbit- but Bounder was his. It belonged to the Glamrock himself, and he alone. He supposed there's some validation in it- not that he found much significance in it.

He almost bit the man's head off, but refrained from doing so as he said in the most deferential tone possible, "Sir."

"Bonnie, good evening. Nice of you to join the living," the manager started without bothering to disguise the sarcasm in his tone.

Bonnie said nothing. Only fumed. Only curbed the sensation of wanting to wrap his claws around that man's throat. The fact I want to hurt them so liberally when I've hesitated before- I've truly gone too far, he wondered absent-mindedly.

The man meanwhile sighed, hands still folded primly behind his back as he started to leave- heading towards Bonnie's Green room. The rabbit followed automatically; his gaze unblinking as he watched his superior stop in the middle of the darkened room near where the camera was-

Oh. He must have someone watching us. And if he's going to talk, he's going to do it in a supervised environment. Cute.

"You know," Cromwell began, his tone seemingly neutral and patient. Emphasis on 'seemingly'. "-The techs have been asking for you; said they've been pinging you but you wouldn't respond. You're over-due for maintenance, and have been for weeks. You've refused, I see."

Bonnie still didn't open his mouth. His fists stayed curled at his sides.

He went on, "And, I've told you about the collateral damage... the glass panels at the winner's circle in the Raceway are replaced now, but you know... it had to come out of someone else's pocket."

Like I care.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Bonnie said aloud instead, hating the mechanical, autonomous sound of his own voice. It had no inflection in it; just straight nothing.

The manager raised a brow at him, no doubt noticing the lack of sensation or reading of his reply. Humans needed inflection to get a good check on who they're dealing with- but Bonnie's lack of proper, organic display no doubt befuddled him. Good. Bonnie wanted to keep him guessing.

"You're definitely not well, Bonnie. Why not go relax? Head to Parts & Services. Freddy's already visited this morning and he's ready for the show later tomorrow. You are a sight to behold with that nick in your ear and the scratches." He blinked when he saw Bonnie's neck; the rabbit looked like he's attempted to strangle himself but failed half-way. He slowly added on in a thoughtful manner, his onyx eyes arrested on the area, "You ah... could get a buff out of it... yeah. A buff. And some new chassis parts. Have you actually been clawing at yourself?"

The rabbit snorted; a plume of steam rising from his muzzle. His maroon gaze remained unblinking.

Cromwell clucked his tongue, showing signs that he actually cannot make out what he was dealing with here. He only reiterated, "Bonnie, seriously. Just go get repaired. You have a SHOW tomorrow- and it'll alarm the guests if they see you've been partaking in such... er, behaviors. Does that not mean anything to you?"

"Hm... No. No thanks. I'm good here," he replied neutrally.

"..'No?'"

"No, sir," said the rabbit, correcting himself.

"Bonnie, you need to clean up. Now I don't want to urge you, but you have to be ready for tomorrow. I've wanted to get us back on schedule, you know. Its been a bit."

"And I said-" Bonnie leaned in, his steam clouded breath hot on the manager's face, "...'No'."

"Why neglect your health? I'm afraid I don't understand," Cromwell asked. His tone shifted though; and for some reason, Bonnie found the weird, terse stiff way it was delivered absolutely hilarious.

The rabbit inhaled gustily, chest expanding out and falling in in one measured motion. He rasped in a dangerously low tone, "I know exactly what you want, sir. And frankly, I don't want it. I don't want you scrubbing my brain clean of the last few hours." His smile came, cruel and cold as he said candidly, "You removed the contents of that location from Freddy, didn't ya? Made him forget we ventured into the underground. If I headed to Parts & Services now, you're gonna do the same thing to me. No thanks, I'm all good here." He spread out his arms like he was expecting an embrace, "I couldn't be better! More... enlightened, one could say."

The manager's expression flickered- briefly darkening but it was gone as quick as it came. He continued his smile, his patient posturing a grievance to the bassist. "I'm sorry, my friend. But I believe you're getting a little too long in the ears, no? Nothing bad with some light trims. You'll feel better."

"I beg to differ, sir. And now that I dawn back on it," Bonnie put a contemplative paw to his chin, tapping a thoughtful claw. "Didn't you say you had a trip planned a couple days ago? And yet you're standing here chastising me for skipping on the bot docs?"

"I did, but I've been getting 'urgent' calls regarding your behavior- and I see the reports aren't unfounded," The manager went on ever so placidly while keeping his obsidian gaze on the rabbit's tattered throat. "Besides the damage to the winner's circle, I hear tell you've been destroying someone else's property too?"

Another acidic grin from the buck, "But sir! I'm a rocker, am I not? Aren't we supposed to party hard and break expensive things sometimes? Kinda part of the whole gimmick. You guys actually -if I recall correctly- PROGRAMMED us to destroy things on occasion." He pinched his talons together, "Just a smidge!"

The man's face shifted to wooden; leaning in somewhat as if tipping his head at something, "While that is true, I'm afraid there's lines to be drawn, Bonnie Bounder. We don't want scrap where there's progress, you know? And speaking of which-" He meandered around Bonnie a little bit; taking in the sight of the ripped-up couch. "I don't wish to say this, but keep this up, keep disrupting the shows and not showing up to rehearsal, then we'll have to make Monty the new bass player permanently. It'd be a shame to do that."

"Yunno what? Let 'em have the lime-light," Bonnie held up his hands in mock surrender. "Didn't know if you got the memo, old man... but I'm kinda tired of the stage, to be honest. I don't want any part of this farce anymore. I quit as of this morning."

"You can't... 'quit', you know. Quitting means being decommissioned, and you don't need me to tell you what that means," The manager continued levelly.

Bonnie's smile was endless, "I've never been afraid of dancing, sir. And dancing with the mistress in black? It actually sounds sexy. Although I gotta say..." He bobbed his shoulders, "The missus in 'off-white' though... she's been an interesting and gripping partner. Makes me wanna try new things, yunno? Think I'll branch out."

The manager didn't react to the bait- not that Bonnie expected it. He merely went on with, "Bonnie, I'm giving you one more chance: I don't want you scrapped. You are a popular bot here- but despite said popularity, it won't save you from being deactivated at this rate. You Glamrocks are expensive to maintain. And if you're not going on with the show and making back the money that went into fixing you... you get turned off. For good. We can't afford to keep you around if you're going to insist on quitting."

Bonnie chortled, then leaned in and said with a lop-sided grin, "And?"

"You really insist on this?"

"And?"

The manager huffed, then looked at the camera. Did Bonnie imagine him nodding at it? "Well, then I hate to say- as of right now, you are officially off the band and under lock-down until you change your mind by tomorrow morning. Or, you get deactivated and sent for salvage by noon the next day. I'm sorry, but this is final."

Bonnie folded his arms casually in answer, his smile immortal on his dirty face.

The manager went towards the door; then went to pull it open-

Only to realize, he couldn't. Cromwell blinked again, then tried once more before calmly turning towards Bonnie. "Mr. Bounder," He sighed in this long drawl. "Are we really doing this? I know you can hack it. Stop this childish behavior. You're being impudent."

"Oh! I'm being impudent now?"

The man didn't answer, his stare hardening. "Open. The door," he demanded.

Bonnie cackled; then, he waved a dismissive hand at the camera. He didn't break their eye contact as he did; the camera's red light blinking off. The manager blinked and glanced at it. Apparently he didn't know Bonnie had access to it. The rabbit kept his curtains shut too; so his room was a special brand of darkness as Bonnie kept snickering to himself like he was telling himself a fantastic joke.

Now, the manager's face broke its immaculate mask; favoring a slight raise in the other brow too. He glanced at the door once, then back at Bonnie. There was a single bead of sweat blooming at his waxy hairline.

Bonnie, still smiling, still cackling, waved at him; then started pointedly checking out his claws.

The manager didn't move, keeping his eyes on the blue ex-bassist at all times as he said to the door, "Hello? Darius? You still there?"

"Oh, don't bother," Bonnie purred. "I pinged his watch in the time you were giving me that little spiel about deactivating me. He went home early for the day already- I see his shift has gone on for... oof, 14 hours? You lot are working your last human staff to death! The poor dude really needed a break and go home to his family, actually. Wanna try security instead?" His smile widened, tone absolutely chipper. "I think little Vanessa could give it a swing. She still got that taser? You should tell her to bring it down here."

The man's face finally broke character; blanching slowly and slowly still as he tried the door again. Still no movement. He lifted his wrist- beeping his own watch and murmuring into it, "Hello? Officer Vanessa? Do you hear me?"

Bonnie's grin only grew more sinister in quality.

"Vanessa- Vanessa! Do you not hear me," he started in a more urgent tone. He glanced at Bonnie again, who patiently shuffled upon his footing and flashed his claws at him again. The manager swore this time, then banged on the door, "Freddy! Freddy! Roxanne! Any of you!? Get this door open!"

Bonnie checked his claws, turning them over and sizing up the tips. He started humming this time; one ear cocked towards the other. "Okay, so," he eventually said at length. "You uh... wanna try something else? I'm giving you a chance to do anything else here. Cuz I think its fair to let you know, that whatever staff you have around isn't near enough to make a difference. Yunno?"

The man banged on the door, and with increased force. He muttered something unintelligible, fighting a growing need to whimper all the while. He kept pulling at the grip too; kicking his foot at it here and there.

"Oh! So, you're not someone who fancies not getting his suit dirty?" Bonnie went on to say casually. "You let everyone else deal with your shit. Honestly, considering the kind of sordid business practices you're into... I'm surprised you don't wear a tux made of human skin! Vanny tells me its trendy. I mean, show biz has always been kinda cut-throat, but... come on, man. I didn't think you were that prim and proper! You keep dipping your filthy mitts into affairs as it is."

Cromwell shoulder-rammed the door; then he glared up at Bonnie with a face full of rage and varying other inflections that made the buck smirk wider.

So said the rabbit, "Okay okay. So, I'm giving you... eh, one more minute? Yeah, one more minute here to figure out how to get out of my room. Do that, and maybe I won't-" He leaned in, passing him an ever-so cheeky and self-satisfied smirk, "-Pluck out your intestines, dry them out over a rack in the kitchens, strip them down, and see if I can use them as replacement bass strings. Been wondering about a new sound for the good ol' backbeat, eh?"

The man dodged around the rabbit, heading towards his back room where the charging pod was. Bonnie leaned on the wall and listened coolly; inhaling smoothly as he strained to catch if his friends were awake. Didn't seem like it. And if they were, Chica was likely hovering around the kitchens again- Roxy was likely in the raceway, and Freddy may be sleeping after having his head cleared of this morning.

It hurt Bonnie that Freddy won't remember what they encountered- the words they exchanged. He supposed in hindsight though, that was fine; mayhaps preferable in this case. Perhaps before he saw the rabbit woman tonight, he could stop by his friend's room for one more hug. He felt they both needed it.

He chortled when he heard the manager rip at the vent grate in the recharge room. Seems he realized the elevator door leading to Parts & Services was out the question too.

"I won't be making it past tonight," he said aloud to the manager, his tone noticeably more somber. "I'm aware of the fact you've already premeditated having me shut off despite what you told me a few minutes ago. Monty will be the next big thing. I know. He's got the swagger and the looks! And he's a cool dude... deep DEEP down under there. Took me a while to dig that out of him though." He combed his talons through his hair, listening as the manager got a nail free of the vent. Bonnie shrugged at that, "You wager Vanny will give me a nice final dance tonight? I saw her dance; she's pretty good! I like the special, slow way she moves. Kinda has a mesmerizing sway to it. Could stand to learn a thing or two from that."

Bonnie's smirk remained when the door to his green room had a knock on it.

"Sir! Do you hear me? SIR!"

"Speak of the devil- Hiya Summer-Eyes!" Bonnie called through it cheerily. "Don't worry, the manager here is just giving me a little pep talk, is all. Hey, mind letting your white-furred, devil-eyed friend know tonight is on?" He threw a piece of his couch at the door; sealing it further, his smile now completely and creepily cemented onto his face. "Cuz I had a little something planned for her tonight! Be a dear and let her know for me, m'kay? Thanks, gorgeous!"

He grinned as he slid into the back room; Vanessa screaming at his door for another solid minute before she'd eventually concede that getting in on time was a lost cause. Bonnie knew this because she went silent not too long after trying his door. Looks like even she didn't seem to care about this man too much- that or it was the former.

Ah well. If he was going to party tonight, it might as well be a night to remember. And he aimed to make it a special brand of loud-

Starting with his whimpering, sobbing sack of wasted flesh standing on a stack of boxes, still trying to get the vent grate off.

---

Final Night.

~Night 5. Time stamp is 12:24 am. Security Report: East towards the atrium~

Well, he could've made that a bit cleaner.

He felt bad making the mess he did; those poor cleaners will be picking his recharge station apart for HOURS. Yes, Bonnie regretted the kill- if just for their own sakes and not so much his ex-manager. Honestly, he did not regret doing what he did to their ex-manager. At least his friends won't have to deal with blowhard anymore! That was something.

He sealed his recharge station room by messing with its lock. After doing so, he left his Green room behind and sealed that too. He knew he wouldn't be revisiting it again- after all, the manager had been rather clear about their intentions moving forward: Show business was cut-throat, and Bonnie was old news. Monty was in, he was out. Simple. And its something the rabbit was completely fine with-

Though he knew his friends wouldn't agree.

He inhaled, checking his blood-soaked claws over impassively as he moved slowly from his room and started to pass his friends' chambers. He tried wiping the evidence of his crime away, but it was seeped into the cracks of his chassis. Oh well. As long as his friends didn't SEE IT.

In the meantime, he found the silence in each rather odd. His large ears twitched in the direction of each; leaving Bonnie to somewhat wonder what they were up too. He didn't hear Chica shredding, or Roxanne trying to motivate herself; or Freddy playing his arcade cabinet. None of them had come to pester him again today after their prior attempts much earlier on in the evening. Were they trying Merry-Go-Cade elsewhere? He would've thought he'd get the memo for another rendezvous between them- as Freddy would want to cheer up his bestie via games, but he hadn't been pinged-

Definitely suspicious.

He briefly stopped in front of Roxanne's door; leaning an ear against it. Nope, not in there. She could probably be in rest mode in her station, but the recharge cycle was hourly... and right now, it wasn't the time for it. So strange... especially since Bonnie thought he'd be hearing her talking to herself again. Blinking confusedly, he took out his watch again and checked the messages. He tilted his head; earring-studded ear flopping heavily as he reread the last thing Vanny sent:

"Tonight's game is basic: Who can catch who first. Find me, or I find you. All gloves are off. I want to see you perform your best. Don't disappoint. Yours forever and ever, Vanny."

Bonnie harrumphed at the last words; no doubt she was making fun of him and Freddy's endearment for each other.

Another inhalation, and then he frowned at the door again. Guess he won't get any parting goodbyes with them. And if all gloves were off...

His eyes widened in his sockets; the rabbit bolting away to go find his friends. He had no doubt Vanny is using them tonight; and it seems like she truly wasn't going to hold anything back. Knowing her, it won't be long until he ran into the wrong end of his friends' claws.

She fucked with them. She is actually fucking with them, he thought with trepidation. She's not even holding them hostage; she's going to use them on me, isn't she?

She can't... she shouldn't be able to control them all! Some of them know how to hack!

Even as he said this to himself, he got the morbid feeling that he was about to be proven oh-so terribly wrong.

---

His first destination was the atrium- and sure enough, he found something very wrong with the sight of it:

No S.T.A.F.F bots. No movement. Nothing. Not even a roach was stirring to eat at the garbage.

Bonnie's ear caught the whir of a security camera as it moved on its axis. His slowly moved until he was looking at it in-turn; his nose twitching a million miles an hour. He stared into it, then said, "So, I guess its hide and seek again, but with more players now? Is that what we're doing?"

No answer.

"I thought so. Okay. Guess I have some hunting to do- and its not just for you," He told the device ever-so serenely. "Guess it woulda been boring if there was less players... figures."

He shook his head and moved on; flexing his ears as he went. He had to really listen; his mind focused on every single detail in the environment. It went from the ambient music, to the hum of the lights, to the walls themselves. He tried to catch the moment he can hear the vents clanging too. He was disappointed when he got nothing. Guess he'll have to search the attractions manually.

This won't be fun. Couldn't she have picked a better final game? What a dull way to go out, he resigned himself into accepting. Hide and Seek is NOT fun when you're 'it' all the time...

---

~Time stamp is 1:00 am. Fazerblast~

Why did he get the feeling Vanny set up something especially nasty here?

He was pretty dang diddly sure she wanted this to be as poetic as possible; and by that, he meant in all of their games, she'd wanted him moving across the PizzaPlex at least once. Grimly enough, it'd be like some final tour of his own home. Absolutely adorable and really nice of her.

He knew he hadn't checked Fazerblast in all the time they've been playing this game. He's been to Monty golf and the raceway -twice might he add- and the Fazcade. He hadn't stayed long at the Super Starcade, the daycare, and the kitchens. He wagered he'll find his friends in some of these latter places, and it could help narrow down his search. All the while, he'll be listening for her, and hopefully catch Vanny before she does something really terrible.

He breathed, the cylinders in his motor skipping uneasily as he gazed around his best friend's most (biased) favored attraction. The noises from all the random beeps, boops, and starship humming was a bit grating, but he can deal with it. After all, Freddy had invited Bonnie to play here all the time! His only rule was just to make sure they don't accidentally hit each other in the faces with the blasters. Bonnie's shades had been hard to see with in this dark room, but a life-saver whenever Freddy's blaster went askew. The rabbit was never blinded by flash or the beams thanks to his so-called TACKY taste in eye wear. Ha, so much for that!

He sniffed; taking in a huge noseful of air and letting the smell linger on his olfactory sensors. His compressor whirred all the while; the rabbit's tongue pressing against the roof of his mouth. He tasted and smelled birthday cake with a hint of oranges... Freddy was definitely in here, and recently.

"Fredster? Frederick Fredbear? Fred-Fred-burger? Freddo!" He called, wondering if any of the pet names could work. "Freddy! Where's my favorite orange soda can on legs? I'm ready to play, Freddy! Jeez..." He mumbled to himself while face-palming. "Didn't realize how dumb some of these sound 'til now... no wonder he calls me 'bun-butt'. I totally deserve that."

Bonnie had entered the arena proper at this point; scratching his head as he took in the numerous walls and a couple of the nearest flag points. The area wasn't overtly loud, but it wasn't exactly quiet neither. At least with his hearing though, there's no way in hell Freddy can actually sneak up on Bonnie Bunny-

-At least until the music in the area kicked on.

Bonnie blinked a few times stupidly when he heard the dramatic version of their main theme with the vibrating synth-wave space backbeat turned up. He groaned audibly at that, throwing up his arms dramatically. "Seriously? We're doing this? GAH. Oh well... She said she wanted my best, so I guess I'll hafta give it," He harrumphed. He opened his stomach hatch; then slipped on his shades. "Game on," he said dramatically.

He heard the alien bots coming long before he saw them; and since he had no fazerblaster, he'd have to go in bare-handed at first. His fists balled up; turning to gaze at a region over his shoulder as some of the alien themed S.T.A.F.F bots rolled in. He bared his teeth and raised his fists-

The bots were shooting right at his face- so it's a good call he'd put on his shades. He swung at one and knocked its head clean off; wrenching the fazerblaster from its grip and using it on the other bots nearby. He had to dodge out of the way of some of the other S.T.A.F.F bots though; as one seized his middle and tried clambering up his body to reach his face-

They're trying to pull my shades off!

Bonnie, realizing just how valuable his eye wear was right now, ripped the bot off and hurled it over the walls of the arena. He rolled out of the way when a pair of them attempted to jump him. Growling, he grabbed another's head and forced it to the ground; shooting at its friends behind it. He then hurled the spent blaster and surged into another group of them; throwing limbs and heads around like the stuffed toys in his room. Every time he got a fazerblaster, he'd use it up until its spent; then he'd swap to his fists until he got a fresh blaster. Rinse and repeat.

All the while, the S.T.A.F.F bots tried ganging up on him at once. He noticed none tried rolling in by itself anymore after a point. They were just too weak and couldn't hope to measure up to a Glamrock with a plethora of upgrades installed. Some even forgone the blasters and straight JUMPED at him! Bonnie was tackled a couple times; but shook them off and rammed into a wall of them like a charging bull. Beneath his weight, the bots got pulverized and reduced to splintered metal shards. Hydraulic fluid sluiced out of them like a perverse parody of blood. He internally apologized to his best friend... as it seemed Freddy will have to clean this up in the morning after.

Speaking of which-

"Is that all you GOT?" He snarled at the cameras. "You gotta be yanking me with the stupid toys! They ain't got nuthin' on a REAL party bot who knows how to rock and rumble!"

No reply, but he suspected she may be laughing at him from behind the scenes. He snorted; steam clouding around his muzzle as he glanced around. Still no Freddy.

-And then his ears heard it; a sound from above.

He blinked, then looked up. Fixing his glasses, he noticed the catwalk above the arena. He worked his jaw, flicking a contemplative ear at it as he heard more subtle noises from a region beyond his line of sight. He couldn't quite make them out- not over the beeping of the space-themed arena. He flexed his ears again- then felt his pupils pin.

Her heart beat.

It was brief, but he thought he could almost hear it. Literally he had a dizzying amount of noises sparking around him; from the fallen bots to the music and the humming. But despite all that, he knew he heard her up there.

He grinned, and went to jump-

And was promptly tackled from behind.

You could say, he felt foolish for not banking on this after what he claimed earlier about being able to hear it happening: He'd actually never heard him coming- but Freddy finally deigned to appear. The ursine's arms snagged Bonnie around his mid-rif and hurled both to the floor. Bonnie's shades flew off; the rabbit kicking impulsively and no doubt nailing Freddy in the leg. Something bent beneath his foot; the bear crumbling when his knee caved in the wrong way.

SHIT!

Bonnie panicked, naturally. He hadn't meant to hit Freddy that hard! Never in his entire life of being here, had he ever hurt Freddy. Bonnie rolled out from under him, then smacked a shocked paw to his mouth at the damage he wrought: His best friend's knee was literally facing the wrong side now, the metal warped to a point where he could not properly hope to bend it without replacing the dented chassis entirely. Freddy was baring his teeth in a pained grimace, a single paw on his leg and trying to bend it back regardless.

Bonnie gasped audibly as the ursine struggled to gain footing. "M'sorry! Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry- I'm SO sorry man-" he babbled impulsively. "Oh my god- OH MY GOD I HURT FREDDY! I'm A BAD BONNIE. SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT-"

Just as he tittered helplessly in place from the shock of it, Freddy managed to forcibly and painfully make it bend back. The grinding noise it made suggested that the joint as well as the metal will need replacing, but it would do for now. Bonnie was jerked out of his stupor then, forcing himself to get his head back into the game. He was fighting for his life after all; and there was no way Freddy can stop himself in this condition.

After reminding himself that Vanny had him under her thrall, Bonnie braced himself for another leap-

Only for the hacked bear to throw a S.T.A.F.F bot's body at him and botch the attempt. Bonnie snapped his jaws and turned around; slicing the bot's limp torso as it almost collided with him. It fell away around him; then he charged the bear with more hesitation.

Okay, since Vanny wanted to play dirty, he'll have to use his last means of defence for Freddy's sake. He'd been saving it for later, but he might as well use it now.

He charged into the orange titan and rolled; talons flying and both bots hitting walls with screaming swipes. Bonnie stayed on the defensive however; getting trapped beneath Freddy again and holding him off his own body. Freddy snapped his sickeningly realistic teeth; fangs coming within inches to Bonnie's face. The rabbit however had his legs braced beneath the bear; using all the power he had in them to hurl Freddy away with enough force to stun him. Freddy couldn't get back up in a hurry, thanks to the busted knee and the hidden advantage the busted metal provided by grinding against the joint.

"Sorry man! I'd help fix it if I could," Bonnie told him apologetically-

To which the ursine said nothing.

Freddy instead hurled another bot at him; and Bonnie did away with it as he had the others. He hacked it to pieces in mid-air; wires and fluid flying around him like the robot version of bloody clouds and entrails. However, as it crumbled away, he was horrified to see Freddy had a blaster on him now. Bonnie registered this a hair too slow; and with Freddy's practiced aim, got nailed RIGHT in the eyes.

Errors blipped into view; blinding the buck to the world around him. Bonnie stumbled backward into the wall; hitting a hard system restart and temporarily blanking out. He didn't hear Freddy coming; not with his ears shut off for a couple of precious seconds. And yes, while Freddy was limping, he was still quick to cross that distance. The restart was just THAT bad.

Bonnie turned back on JUST as the bear reached him; his blue talons sinking right into his breast plate to get at his heart. Bonnie produced a grunt but was gladdened when the bear couldn't wrench his claws back out. Its not like Freddy's talons were deadly sharp so much as he was STRONG- not when he was built to hug and hold children more often. His strength inhibitor was clearly disabled, and that was really the only reason why he'd been able to penetrate his best friend's breast at all.

Bonnie held the paw in place, head-butting the ursine once, twice, and three times. Both foreheads cracked; and on one occasion, Bonnie hit his nose. Freddy's biggest weak point in all the world; and its his NOSE. He actually yowled too- his nose honking hilariously despite the severity of the fight. He was released by Bonnie and stumbled backward; a paw covering his sniffer protectively.

The rabbit took the chance he was afforded: He snagged a recharged fazerblaster and nailed Freddy in the face this time. The bear froze as expected, hitting a hard system restart as well. All the while he did that, Bonnie pulled out his fazwatch and ripped the screen off. He wouldn't be needing it after tonight anyways- so he may as well use the advantage now.

Freddy managed to just come out of the restart, only to get blasted AGAIN by the rabbit. It was dirty, but it kept Freddy from getting hurt further. Bonnie felt terrible about the knee as it is and resolved to fix it up if he had the availability- but he knew that wasn't going to happen.

I'm going to die tonight, was the morbid words he told himself right then. I won't be able to fix anything I break this evening. I'm so sorry, my friend- but I think this will be my last curtain call. I'm sorry I can't fix you-

But I can protect you from further control. I will do this for you.

With Freddy still stun-locked, he managed to pin Freddy beneath him; taking his talons into Freddy's facial plate and lifting it off. The bear jerked and struggled, but Bonnie was strong enough at this point to keep him trapped- thanks to Monty's upgrade.

"I'm so sorry, my dearest heart. I love you, just so you know," he told the bear in a completely factual manner.

He took the tiny drive from the fazwatch- a thing he'd been working on ever since Monty had been hacked a few days ago. He hadn't been able to get a hold of anymore of these tiny chips, and he hoped that he could've used them for ALL his friends- but it seemed Freddy would need it the most at the moment. He wasn't sure about Chica and Roxy, but he'd rather disable the most physically adept and more powerful bot with it while he had the opportunity.

I won't be able to protect Chica. I... I shoulda made more of these. But I didn't have the resources or time. God, Chica will suffer at this rate.

He wanted to choke on something- not that he could. He knew while this tiny drive will save Freddy from future control, Chica will be left unable to defend herself digitally. He can only give himself the assurance that Chica could potentially (and maybe) hack her way out of any control. As, after all, Bonnie learned everything he knew from her.

My greatest muses- Freddy and Chica. The only reason why I've stayed so long. The only reason why I sing our songs. I sing them with you; my lone melody, combined with yours. We are a chorus; a symphony of souls when we sing together. We make a whole song; and our voices are ever-so loud-

But not loud enough for anyone to truly hear.

He pulled the power box lever on the back of Freddy's head; being sure to zap the bear in the eyes every time he came out of his restart. Then, once he got access to Freddy's actual brain and circuit board, he attached the chip as carefully as possible. He shut the box, pulled the lever to secure it back, and pulled the facial plates back into place. He stepped off after that, watching as Freddy slowly computed and integrated the chip after his last restart. He calmed, but then slumped over and passed out.

Good. No longer under Vanny's thrall... and he shouldn't be ever again.

Bonnie sighed, then bent down and touched Freddy's head gingerly; talons tracing languidly along his cracked cheeks. He frowned at the damage, but thankfully its superficial and can be covered easily. Freddy's knee was the only real issue- as it's facing the wrong way now and inhibited the bear's gait.

The ex-bassist huffed, his touch lingering as he murmured just between them, "This will help you in the future- or at least, I hope it does. Its kinda experimental? I was gonna make more for the others but... I ran out of time." He lowered his gaze, looking lost amidst his thoughts. His tone took on a more intimate and solemn note, "I want you to use this gift and use it well. Please, please... Use this to help you stay safe. To help you figure out how to help the others, since I can't do it." His rasping tenor dragged noticeably as he half choked out in a tearful manner, "I won't be here to help you anymore after tonight, I'm afraid. I'm sorry... I really am. I'm truly sorry."

He slowly bent and touched Freddy's head one last time; foreheads bumping affectionately before he pulled reluctantly away.

He murmured just between them, "You are my greatest love in the world, and you'll always will be. Forever and Ever. And please, make sure to tell Chica that for me, would you?"

Bonnie backed away with clear hesitation, not wanting to remove his eyes from his best friend but knowing he had to. He went to pick up his forgotten shades nearby; as he knew he may need them again. After that, he focused on the catwalks above and slipped them back on. He narrowed his eyes, and leapt up to find the source of the heart beat from earlier-

All the while, the bear slept on.

---

GLAMROCK FREDDY

What Bonnie didn't know at the time was thanks to the chip he got, Freddy would indeed stay safe from Vanny in the future- At least in large part. It's something Freddy had unknowingly used to save Gregory's life not too long thereafter. This same experimental chip would protect him the night Vanny hacked him on stage, and forcibly put the bear into Safe Mode. The chip was designed to automatically safe-guard Freddy's system from digital warfare; as Freddy himself did not know how to hack as Bonnie did. Vanny would lose as a result of this advantage, one day.

At the moment though, the bear wouldn't know that. All he knew was that this night would be largely erased from his head thanks to that same, somewhat glitchy chip and the maintenance done to him the next day. He'd wake up in Parts & Service that following morning with a fixed knee and no memory of last night from 11:00 PM on to dawn. All Freddy knew was that something was amiss and he wouldn't be able to put a paw on it until after Bonnie was reported missing and the manager's mangled body was dragged out of the recharge station in the rabbit's back room.

Blissfully unawares, Freddy lie on the floor; simply and peacefully asleep now and completely deaf to the sounds of his best friend's steps vanishing into the darkened loft overhead. He never heard his friend's last words to him; nor would he ever recall the day Bonnie told him he quit. All he'd know was relegated to before the white rabbit woman appeared; the bear's memory of that week in large part wiped.

Bonnie's last ploy, and his final gift: The gift of life to a lost boy who would one day help free the PizzaPlex from Vanny's control. The gift of independence for the bear to obtain. The gift of that would one day lead to liberation to them all- to both the sinners, and the saints.

---

GLAMROCK BONNIE

The rabbit found her hideout- and it was just as Monty and Moon said.

Well well. So its been in Fazerblast this whole time... that'd explain all the times he's heard the clanging around in the attraction's lobby- where it all began.

Bonnie locked eyes with the red-eyed wraith; the woman waving at him tantalizingly from within the room and beckoning him in. He snarled and just waltzed straight into her room- fuck the lock on the door. He only smashed in the glass pane on it and lifted the latch-

And she took off through the door of the other side of the room. Of course she did.

He didn't even spare the expense of a sigh or comment- merely pursued. He found that she was luring him somewhere else now- letting him see her and stay focused on her. Obviously another ploy, but at this point, what's one more? Bonnie was so used to them now that whatever she planned on throwing at him wasn't going to shock him. He grimly expected more shit-slinging at this juncture.

And boy, he hated being right.

---

~Time stamp is 2:40 am. Security report: Bonnie enters East Arcade~

He lost her in the vents for the millionth time. And really, that trick got OLD.

He can't believe their hide and seek game was stretching this long! She's been luring him around the PizzaPlex; and into a plethora of traps after he departed Fazerblast almost 2 whole hours ago. Looks like this whole place was under her control for the time being. Bonnie won't bother remembering all the traps he's experiencing- as it bugged him beyond measure to do so. Its bad enough he kept losing Vanny to the vents every time a new and intrusive noise or distraction popped up.

On one occasion, she used some sort of frequency emitter on him; and it stun-locked him so she can slip into another vent. THAT was awful! He had a bunch of S.T.A.F.F bots jump him when that blared up in one of the rooms here. He'd been lucky he was able to somewhat auto-correct this error in time.

He supposed in hind-sight, it's not only pragmatic, but gave her more time to escape. He also had to thank the fact she hadn't kept it up. If she did, more of her bots would swoop down on him during his moment of weakness. She could've REALLY played it dirty, but hadn't. She wanted to milk this, to make him suffer. She was that bored-

And that made him REALLY mad.

And they both knew it.

Now, he found himself in the Super Starcade; the area possessing not a lot in terms of hiding places. He can find her in here real easy in here- as she's lead him here after juking him across the rest of the plex. She'd been dodging his previously blood-soaked talons the whole night so far- but she can only do this for so long.

She WILL slip up.

She was so grossly confident in her control of the place, that Bonnie figured he can lean on that. He just needed to keep entertaining her chase game. A killer always seemed to get too confident in their ministrations; and they inevitably tripped at the finish. While he knew he would not make it past tonight, he figured he can at least bring her down with him.

There was SOME solace in that.

In the meantime, he meandered around the numerous arcade cabinets; the smell of spices and tacos from the nearby El Chip's almost as rich in his nostrils as the manager's blood caking itself to his paws' joints. He occasionally put a paw to his damaged breast; sizing up the damage Freddy inflicted. He managed to warp and bend the metal and graze his coolant tank; but no real damage was done beyond that.

Which was strange... Freddy was so STRONG. Obscenely so. Was is possible the bear had been trapped in his own mind and had wanted to fight back against Vanny's control? Bonnie didn't know, but he knew he didn't see much (or any) recognition in his friend's gaze during their scuffle. But the fact Freddy hadn't ripped his beating core out of him during their battle said SOMETHING, right?

Back in the present, Bonnie checked the vent leading to the security office near the prize counter. He smelled around; trying to find Vanny's distinct cupcake and alcohol-dipped bandage scent. She was still wounded from his attack a couple days ago; and it didn't smell like she's washed her clothes that well either. Sadly, she hadn't used this vent; and it seemed he had been lead astray-

His only warning had been the bells.

The sound was so mystifying, strange, and out-of-the-blue that he legitimately hadn't known how to properly react. His ears caught it and the direction it came from, but he hadn't been able to discern much more than that. He also caught wind of it coming from a VENT- but not this particular one on the floor.

So he looked up instead-

And right into the smiling sneer of Moon.

Bonnie's mouth flopped open to say something-

Not that anything came out when Moon jumped RIGHT onto his face and started crawling around his immense body. His shades went flying some-fuck-where; Bonnie flailing around like he was getting tasered. He couldn't really grab Moon either; not when his own fashion statement played against him. His high collar limited his vertical reach- which means reaching over his head and trying to get over his shoulders was nearly impossible for him. The stiff, rigid material of the shoulders simply wouldn't allow it. So once Moon was on him, he couldn't do anything to stop him!

I should've taken the collar off!

Bonnie garbled in shock when the daycare attendant's gnarly fingers went right INTO his neck- and in Bonnie's deluded isolation earlier today, he's clawed some of it open. The attendant had his fingers INSIDE Bonnie's throat chassis! The rabbit naturally panicked; his hands flying to the attendant's arm and squeezing with enough force to crack his fragile wrist. Moon hissed reproachfully; something in his fragile limb crackling from the force applied.

He managed to get the attendant off; yanking him by his flimsy wrist and hurling him across the room with such force, he knew he stressed something in the jester's body. The poor attendant smashed into a cabinet and groaned; twisting and contorting around to right himself as Bonnie pressed shaking talons to his throat pipe. Its loose, but his voice box was still hanging in there.

My voice box- He tried to rip it out... the hell? I can't even-

Bonnie blinked out of his stupor; jumping back out of sheer fright when the freaky, athletic attendant twisted his torso over his head and spidered his way across the floor. He had an odd resemblance to a crab that got spaghettified. Naturally, the sight of a master contortionist doing anything like this weirds out any decent person; and Bonnie freaked. Blame his stupid rabbit-programmed brain in some part. Its something in his programming he HATED to admit, but the mesmerizing way Moon moved made Bonnie freeze with dumb rabbit fear. He still had the behavioral ticks of a rabbit at heart, so mesmerizing sights like this dizzied and befuddled him. He waved his paws as if to shove the image away, and vaulted over more cabinets to try to run-

Just for the attendant to jump AGAIN.

He was too quick! Bonnie was fast but he had NOTHING on this guy. The attendant got a hold of Bonnie's wrists and pulled back; tripping the larger bot over until he face-planted into the floor. Moon stood over his spine and kept pulling backwards as if to rip his arms out-

He had WAY more strength than Bonnie ever credited him for. He almost actually pulled his limbs out of his sockets- but not quite. The rabbit snarled, then kicked out his leg- it was a rabbit's natural first and last lines of defence. It didn't connect with anything, but the bucking and sudden force of it made Moon weaken his hold enough for Bonnie to slip free. The power in the buck's legs was great enough so that he can throw Monty (and almost HIMSELF) halfway across the golf course and completely blast away a man's head; reducing it to bloody pulp and spray.

The ridiculous amount of a strength a bot can have helped the giant buck keep his arms in his sockets. He managed to roll out of the way and dodged when the attendant threw another long-fingered hand at his face- and almost tickled his whiskers! The attendant was deliberately aiming for sensitive areas now. Unlike Freddy from before, who applied brute force and wrestling moves, the daycare attendant was much more creative and precise in his approach. He was fully aware of their size and strength difference; as well as their level of flexibility.

On one instance, his fingers actually touched Bonnie's sensitive whiskers; and the pressure sensors in them had the rabbit jerking back like a startled horse. The involuntary twitch forced him to bumble his footing- and it gave Moon another go at his throat!

The amount of speed he applied, it was uncanny. Bonnie couldn't react fast enough; but the attendant's hands reached right into his open neck casing and jarred the box loose! Bonnie snapped his jaws and seized the attendant's intrusive limb with his teeth; and even then he hadn't thought he could do it. It was a strange move that actually confused Moon. Then, Bonnie lifted him off his chest with liquid ease and tossed his head- throwing him with enough force so that if he DID hit something, it'll stun him.

It worked; Moon still managed to twist himself in the air to lighten the blow, but Bonnie's toss still had him hitting some arcade cabinets with enough kinetic energy so that they were knocked over and one trapped the attendant under it.

As quick as it happened, Bonnie had won. But barely.

The rabbit took the moment of reprieve; dashing off in a drunken stumble. He quickly found his shades nearby and scooped them up without stopping; leaving the arcade before Moon pulled himself free of the clutter. Bonnie made a mental note to stay AWAY from the vents- as he wasn't sure he could win against Moon a second time. He touched his voice box as he left, wondering why the hell the attendant had been trying to get it.

His only guess? Vanny didn't want to even give him a chance to scream when she goes to take him out tonight.

---

~Time stamp is 3:15 am~

The rabbit sat out on one of the benches in the atrium, talons stuck into his neck to try and fix his voice box. It didn't do any good though- as he knew he needed properly sized tools (and not his honking, sausage-sized fingers) to get the job done. He considered a hasty visit to Parts & Service, but he suspected Vanny had that rigged to hell-and-back. Should he set foot there, he's pretty sure he'll get jumped by a billion endos. So no, he couldn't fix himself.

She's taking me apart... slowly but surely, he internally noted. Fucking clever. Literally baiting me all over the PizzaPlex just so she can meticulously and methodically dissemble me piece by piece. She is definitely savoring this. I don't want to say it but... that's probably the smartest thing she's done so far.

Shit... How the hell can I fight her like this-?

He cursed- or tried to. It came out as choppy static. He zoned out after that; glaring at the confetti-littered flooring in a wonderous stupor. He knew he wasn't winning this. He wouldn't win the night to begin with- it's foolish to think he could. It feels like she's been setting this up a LONG time. Even worse, should he even somehow manage to actually catch her and get rid of her, he knew by dawn, he wouldn't even be operational. Cromwell likely called people long before he got to Bonnie's room to come deal with him in the morning regardless.

This was truly going to be his last night-

And it didn't frighten him at all.

The only thing that DID frighten him was failing to stop her. That was all he had in his mind right now: Stopping her. And he had to, come hell or high water, try.

He breathed; the motion shaky and forcing his compressor to skip. It feels like the attendant did something to his tertiary throat pipe too. Those probing fingers HURT. Had he been a real flesh and blood creature, no doubt his esophagus would've been bruised or crushed- and he'd be gasping for air right now. Still, despite this, Bonnie forced himself off the bench and glared around. He swiveled his ears and used his nose in equal measure; hoping to find the smell of bloody bandages, cupcakes and laundry detergent.

All he could smell right now however, was blood.

And it was coming from himself.

I really should've cleaned up better, he thought bitterly.

He took another look at this paw, blinking numbly as he eyed the remains of the manager's blood. He hadn't wiped it clean as well as he thought. A part of him was glad his friends wouldn't remember seeing him like this. How the heck could he even face them in normal circumstances again after tonight? ESPECIALLY since he committed the ultimate taboo: He's drawn blood on a human being-

Twice.

Oh yeah. He was DEFINITELY going to be decommissioned just for that alone. If the staff smelled this after they see the manager's corpse in his room, they'd know regardless. He was a BAD bunny.

He remembered grabbing Vanny a few days ago; doing damage to her arm and pondering his lack of care in doing so. And today, he'd been both ruthless and fast with the manager. He literally stopped caring at some point, and he was more than willing to keep crossing lines.

I have definitely messed myself up, he wondered humorlessly. And I can't even afford to care.

Who the heck was he kidding: Maybe being dissembled was for the better. No need for any parting goodbyes; as he didn't want his friends' last conversation with him to be stained, both figuratively and literally, with blood. He didn't need to see the horror on their faces when they realized he was a murderer now.

He inhaled, held, then craned his head ever so slowly around. He didn't know where else to go, but he wagered if he wandered around enough, he'll figure it out. He was the best listener in all the band- the one who kept the beat. The one who hyped the main attraction. He was a toy, and second-fiddle to every other superstar on this stage. And he couldn't mind it any less.

There's a reason why even the brightest stars always fade to obscurity when dawn breaks, he conceded. And it looks like this sunrise will be the one to banish my star into perpetual oblivion.

He inhaled again; winced when something sparked and fizzled inside him. His teeth flashed, then he stared across the wide expanse of the atrium. When did it cease to feel like a home? He blinked, feeling himself frown as he carefully kneaded the floppy box inside his neck.

I'm so sorry, Jeremiah. Alisia. Mendez. Gordon. The named, and nameless. I don't think I'll be avenging you either. I'm not good enough alone. I'm only part of a melody- not the whole song. My voice alone isn't loud enough.

It never was.

---

~Time stamp is 4:12 am. Security Report: Bonnie enters Monty Golf~

He'd been meandering around in a near drunken stupor for the last while- hoping to catch any odd noises or clues. His mind kept floating to last night's bullshit, and then back to today's. He had entirely too much on his shoulders, and it was never far from his mind as he lumbered into Monty Golf.

He's visited the recharge station- and while his throat was torn, he still had all his other abilities. He can't talk but he can still fight and dance with the best of them. And so long as a rabbit had its legs, it can outrun anything.

Although, he's already accepted the futility of such an optimistic notion after a point. Now that he's had the chance to linger upon his options, he knew he was being actively toyed with. Vanny wasn't holding back anymore, and Bonnie has done played all his cards. She knows he can hack, bypass, and fight her digitally. And when he's had that moment to sit in the atrium, he's looked into the main server and noticed dismally that he had no way to call for help. He was cut in EVERY domain now. Slowly but surely, she's been weakening him throughout the night without his knowing.

He was finished. He just didn't know it yet.

Or rather, he DID know, but he didn't know where and when his running will end.

He twisted his ears around; frowning as he listened to the ambient noises of the swamp. A small, infinitesimally tiny part of him hoped Monty was available. With Monty rearranging his protocols, he SHOULD be okay- but Vanny has been stepping it up with the hacking, so its hard to say. But if the gator was alright, he'll no doubt see Bonnie here and smell the blood of the manager and the exposed fluid of other bots on him and come running. And if he didn't, well...

Shit.

Bonnie took that moment to collapse onto his knees; a paw finding his throat again and fiddling with the loose box. He breathed; eyes flickering as his Hud blinked on occasion. His vision wasn't right; as banging his head into Freddy's made his optics sit funny in his skull. His ears fell lower too; not finding anything within the immediate environment a true give as to where Vanny could be. The next time she appeared however, he supposed it'd be to finish him off.

Suddenly, one ear elevated; then the other. He inclined his head in the direction his appendages danced; and then he was looking up-

And seriously wished he could stop jinxing himself.

She was right THERE, above him. Speak of the devil!

She was casually leaning on the guard rails of the catwalks. There's not a lot of cameras in some of the loftier areas of the PizzaPlex; and no doubt she was standing within a blind spot. She had her hands under her chin, tucked sweetly as if daydreaming about her one true love. She fluttered her fingertips at him in a flirty way; her ghoulish gaze an immaculate hell-born redness that illuminated the darkness she was surrounded by.

"How sweet," She cooed at him, her head slightly tilting slightly. "You're on your knees, breathless with exhilaration! Are you truly rendered speechless or are you just that happy to see me? I'm touched!"

You wish, you raving wretch.

Bonnie shouted this at her in his head, but he knew better. He was beaten, even though he hadn't lost the use of his limbs yet. He stood back up, one paw on his open throat and his maroon gaze fixed unblinkably on her. He had to admit, her being here was worrying. Its bad enough he missed her presence almost completely- had that frequency from earlier messed with him more than he thought? On another note, she hadn't even disabled his legs or arms. He could jump up there in a SECOND. Why was she here while he's still able-bodied and can end her in a flash?

For that matter, why the fuck was he hesitating?

His eyes darted around the area; the rabbit wondering why it's so quiet- beyond the hiss of the prop gators. Monty wasn't coming yet-

Double shit, he thought with horror.

"Oh, I know what you're thinking," She crooned at him, an evil Juliet teasing Romeo about a love he'd never have. "Your reptilian rapscallion of a friend won't be joining you tonight. It took a bit of planning and persuasion... but I got him to see things MY way. He was so hard to convince though! Had to trick him into Parts & Service so I can... upgrade him."

If only he could swear at her! He could only narrow his eyes and snap his jaws. At the sight of his inability to speak, she outright LAUGHED at his face. She pointed at him like he's some freak exhibit, laughed some more, clapped her hands as if greatly amused (which she was), and danced on her toes-

Now Bonnie was a smart rabbit himself and tended to not let things get to him. But right now, he was feeling a little sore about his situation. His left eye twitched without his consent, and then he bent his knees-

And he crossed that distance so fast that even Vanny barely had enough time to dodge him.

She rolled as he managed to make it to the catwalks; his fist missing her by inches. He whirled around and surged at her-

Just to run into a solid wall of green and yellow. AGAIN.

Monty's tail crashed into him; sending him tumbling over and over across the catwalk. His shades also fell off at that point; descending to the floor below. The buck managed to catch himself and get back up though, shakily getting to his feet again. He panted as he beheld the stiff-legged posture of the gator before him; blinking dazedly as he noticed Monty wasn't quite running at him again-

Wait... is he trying to fight Vanny's control? He wondered as he blinked away his pains.

Monty was twitching his head, blinking furiously like he was being distracted by something. His teeth kept showing too- was it really possible Monty was fighting and just kept losing?

Vanny meanwhile had run to another section of the catwalks; and was another hop away. One couldn't run at her and hope to get to her on time without her being close to the exit of the area; the entry to the Gator Gondola ride. Once she figured she was a safe distance from the male bots and elevated above them, she took the time to catch her breath. "Too close," Bonnie heard her say under her breath. "Way too close... okay- well, that was an annoying reminder of how fast you are. You bots shouldn't be THAT big and that quick."

Bonnie snarled (the sound coming out in primarily grating static) in her direction, but didn't remove his eyes from the twitching gator all the while. Monty's eye lids kept flickering like he was fighting the need to blink.

She breathed again, dusted herself off, then casually turned to look at Bonnie. She hummed at an errant thought and said, "I think... after seeing this little stand-off between you and the redneck before, I want to spice it up. Yunno? Give it a fresh, funky flow. On that note, my dear pursuer, I think I'll blow you a kiss goodbye! I have just the thing-"

She held up a finger as if to say 'wait a moment', holding up her fazwatch and pressing a button on it. Something flashed purple- And while it was hard to tell from where Bonnie was standing, he was pretty sure she's summoning another one of his friends.

Not great, he couldn't help feeling deflated by the sight of this. He tried to fight the despair clawing its way to his face; mutinously keeping his visage schooled into a mask of violence and rage.

"There we go. That'll make things more interesting! I'll make it easier for you too: I'll stay nearby," She waved at herself as if to present herself as a prize. "If you break off from them and follow me, good for you! Gotta have that carrot on a stick, right?"

That's when he heard it; the telling clang of another contender jumping into the ring.

He whipped his head around, and found Roxy on the other end of the catwalk he and Monty were standing on. Now he was sandwiched between them; his expression slipping more and more by the second. He worked his jaw helplessly, a paw going to his damaged breast plate and holding it nervously as he recalled the damage he's already suffered tonight from Freddy and Moon jointly.

The only person that wasn't here was Chica... that mystified him. He was GLAD to not see her here, but at the same time, he also wasn't sure if that bode for ill instead.

"The stage is set," She enthusiastically pointed out. "The fighters are in the ring- Oh, this is gonna be DELICIOUS! Wait wait wait-" She suddenly waved them all off as if to command them to stay in place for another second. She was seen going to her fazwatch again, scrolling through it.

From the speakers nearby, Bonnie heard the natural ambience of the gator golf course cut out; only to be replaced with some music he has never heard before. Copyrighted stuff, perhaps; considering the nature of it. He wasn't sure what this song was; blinking furiously as his ears noted the slow start to it. He would've loved to listen to it if he wasn't about to be in a fight for his life.

"Sorry! Had to put on mood music. Surely you understand as an entertainer, the MOOD is important?" Vanny shrugged.

He said nothing, only lifted his fists and braced his legs. His chest and throat sparked once.

The rabbit woman waved around, and then boisterously shouted, "Let's ROCK this world!"

He hated to admit it, but those were words he himself would've picked- given he could speak. He sighed, and then noticed Monty slowly start walking towards him in a predatory saunter from his left. All the while, Roxy slowly moved in on his right. They were pincering him in right from the get-go. They moved as if with the music; waiting for that one drop in the song until they charged-

And it came.

Bonnie's ears flicked when the song picked up right then; the wolf and gator rushing RIGHT at him from either side-

So he took to the air. He threw himself high above them; almost touching the ceiling of the attraction itself. The gator and wolf swiped where he'd been standing; Roxy moving to try and jump after him-

Bonnie brought down EVERY ounce of his ridiculous weight and strength onto the catwalk holding them up; Hulk-smashing his fists into the unsecured metal railing and making the entire walkway collapse in a fantastic, screaming clamor of shredding steel. A damning hammer upon the gavel; the roar of metal shrapnel as it tore through the entire attraction. The catwalk gave out from beneath all of them; the three plummeting to the ball pit below-

But Bonnie was quicker then gravity; snaring his claws on the part of the broken catwalk that hasn't snapped off to keep himself from descending with his friends. His momentum made the metal shriek with protest; pure kinetic energy swinging him across the distance and hurling him into a tree. He locked his talons into it- stopping himself from slipping down the artificial wood.

Roxy had been fast too; she was easily the FASTEST in the whole PizzaPlex for a reason. She'd been able to catapult herself off one of the falling debris and launched herself right into another tree. Already, she was recovering and preparing to leap again like some mad aerial acrobat.

The buck didn't wait; attempting to springboard off of the tree he was on and twisting in the air. Roxy snarled nearby; following his lead and doing the same. She was in the air too; but just missing him as he managed to grab a tree branch and swing his waist out of her reach. She descended again; spitting reproachfully less like a wolf and more like a pissed-off cat.

He clambered up; getting back onto one of the catwalks and bee-lining it straight for Vanny-

The rabbit woman had the graces to look worried somehow; despite the fact she was wearing a mask. Her posture told a tale her face cannot; frantically turning on the ball of her heel to run from his grasping claws.

He felt his metaphorical heart fall to his gut when he heard another beep from her wrist-

DAMMIT. She's calling Chica too? He thought frantically as he pelted after her.

Vanny swung around and seized one of ball guns; trying to use to hit Bonnie in the face. Bonnie managed to block it and kept going; forcing the woman to abandon it and keep running.

His ears informed him of a pending interruption; as it sounded like Monty had recovered from his trip. He must've fallen into the ball pit safely and was now launching himself back up with the same upgrade Bonnie had in his own legs. The gator was up on the level with him within a breath-

He VERY badly miscalculated how fast that gator was today; and as it happened, its likely Vanny upgraded Monty to be a more proficient fighter this time around. It was the only reason why Bonnie could think on this moment and wonder why he'd been so easily caught out:

The buck ended up crashing right into the gator actually; the two a tangle of talons as they scrabbled and snapped teeth. Bonnie felt Monty scour his plates with mean ferocity; clawing at his back as he all but hugged the blue buck to prevent escape. He could feel claws EVERYWHERE; pulling and chipping away at his parts in varying ways.

Bonnie would've yelped- had he the power to do so. It hurt; the shock feedback from his system wove unto him the fact his touch sensors were going numb from pure pressure. Pain was the same in the Glamrocks as it would be humans in some ways; though it was duller and not as stark for the former. He received this agony with frightened, frenetic backlash; punching and clawing at the gator with the very same upgrades Monty had gifted him. It seemed to help; as Monty groaned and grunted at some points as Bonnie cut him away.

They disengaged; just for the buck to hear the wolf zip over with that freakish speed of hers. Apparently she's gotten back up here already. GREAT.

When Monty charged again, he kicked him HARD in the gut- definitely denting something inside him as the poor gator was launched away with the same amount of force he's thrown Bonnie earlier with his tail. It was enough pressure to blow a human being apart. He swung around in time to see Roxy too; back-pedaling away to get away from her swinging claws.

The music kept hitting high points now; the sound a head-bobbing, tympanic resonance that pounded a fire into him. He danced with Roxy; similar to what he did the night he dealt with DJ. He was weaving around a different dance partner today; and on a more narrow space. Still, he managed to move with her.

It seemed the music had a similar effect on her; as she too danced with that same, graceful deftness she had on stage. Bonnie has told her before she was a beautiful sight when she wasn't being a competitive pain; and it stood true here. Still, he couldn't keep this up for long-

"Oh you've GOT to be kidding me! THAT USELESS BIRD! What's taking her-?" He managed to glimpse Vanny during a dodge and he heard, "...God dammit. Who the heck threw pizza in the garbage after closing today? I thought they cleaned all that up! SERIOUSLY? UGH."

Okay, so Chica was distracted with the garbage again. For once, he can count his blessings for that unfortunate happening. He never wanted to hear she was in the garbage hurting herself again, but tonight was different. He was inwardly glad for this one occasion; as it meant he had some time before she would come rushing in here.

He still needed to think fast however: As if he were to defend himself from all three, he was DEAD. That was an absolute. Chica wasn't strong as the others... and she wasn't a comparative threat when you consider Roxy and Monty- but her voice box will stun him into a defenseless position. And with his ears, he'll short circuit on the side. He would be paralyzed and unable to defend himself if she used her voice just ONCE. He will be torn apart between the three of them-

He needed to make this quicker before Chica arrived.

He danced across the catwalks with Roxy; with Monty recovering nearby and charging back in. Now he was fist fighting the two at the same time on differing sides; the exact thing he wanted to avoid earlier when he destroyed that walkway initially.

He jumped again- but Monty was swift enough to grab his ankle this time and HURL him; Bonnie scraping across the path and nearly falling to the ground several stories below. He barely had enough time to clamber his way back onto the grating before Roxanne sped after him in a way that's true to form: A wolf pursuing its prey. He just got to his feet when her snapping jaws nearly caught him out.

He jerked his head away and almost stumbled backwards, only just then realizing his motor was whining at him about the core temperature increase. He'd been ignoring it this whole time; steam clouds puffing out of his muzzle as he dodged around his former coworker. Roxy had a tendency to make up for her comrades in all the wrong ways. She was lighter and more maneuverable than the others; compensating for whatever little bit of slowness Bonnie had- each of her claws and teeth getting closer with each snap and swipe.

She eventually got his face; scoring his muzzle and grazing whiskers. Bonnie would've yowled from the pain; but his voice box wouldn't permit it. Instead, he spat static and ground out his frustrations with a release of hot air; suddenly feeling Roxy tackle him RIGHT OFF OF THE CATWALKS. She was taking him down with her.

As they descended together, Bonnie was quick with his claws and sank them into the trunk of a tree once more. Something in Bonnie's arms also whirred and groaned warningly; his servos fighting to exert the energy needed to support both his and Roxy's weights when he went to slow their descent. He'd been floundering about blindly too; only slowing their plummet but not stopping it entirely. He felt the fake wood give and they kept on going-

Even in the midst of this descent, he didn't plan on letting Roxy get hurt if the distance was too great. He HAD to shake her off safely.

I'm not letting Vanny make me kill them. I REFUSE.

Once he determined the distance, he pried her paws off and dislodged her. He even slung her away with his legs into the ball-pit-

While he crashed RIGHT into Monty's log cabin.

Wood splintered and tore apart in a storm of splinters; with the buck feeling numerous parts and pieces of himself weaken considerably. His worn joints popped loose in some areas; but not totally disconnect. His vision blanked out entirely however into a field of static; and he went into total system shut-down from the sheer shock from his remaining touch sensors. He couldn't feel himself twitching on the floor of the prop cabin either; staring sightlessly into the wall of the hut for a precious half a minute.

What Bonnie didn't know was that Monty had indeed been fighting Vanny's control; and it was the only reason why he wasn't down there finishing what Roxy started during their fall. He was still on the catwalks above; rattling his head and attempting to shake off Vanny's vicious bite. He was sometimes blinking in and out of sobriety.

As for Roxy, she still hit the ball pit pretty hard. The wolf moaned; shakily fishing herself out of the pit and dragging herself onto the course surrounding it. Her chip had been rattled a bit; briefly breaking Vanny's hold on her. She rubbed at her head, whimpering once or twice.

Bonnie was, meanwhile, slowly attempting to sit up again from inside the cabin; with Vanny watching him reproachfully all the while. He touched the back of his head; glad it wasn't broken but it wasn't exactly unscathed either. He hissed and pulled in strangulated gulps of air; attempting to cool off his stressed core before it paralyzed him forcibly so it can go into cooling stasis. He did NOT need his motor shutting his primary functions off just to regulate back to normal parameters for a whole FIVE MINUTES.

Vanny growled under her breath from above. And then she shouted, "You are ALL so useless! You can't even kill him correctly!"

Her voice snapped him out of it; the buck shaking his head and trying his best to will his sight into proper straights again. His vision kept flipping to static and glitched out. He also had to brace himself on the wall of the hut; his legs shaking beneath his suddenly too-heavy body.

And then he saw himself:

His coolant tank was now leaking. He placed a paw to his breast plate and tried to gauge the flow, feeling something within himself wilt at the damage done. The fluid bled out of him a bit too freely; putting the rabbit on an unfortunate timer. If he lost all the fluid in his tank, his will have a fit and shut down from over-heating.

He had to end this now.

He glared back up at her, snarled anew, and JUMPED- despite the brackets in his worn legs screeching with protest. He wasn't waiting on Roxy or Monty to recover.

His jump wasn't clean due to the damage he suffered. He failed to get back up the catwalks and only got halfway before he started falling again. He got one of the hanging rafters holding some of the prop plants up above, heaved himself heavily onto it, then leapt. He even managed to get back up to Vanny's level doing this; landing right in front of her with his gaze BEYOND furious.

Vanny squeaked at the sight of him and turned to bolt just as Bonnie almost nailed her right in the gut. She ran down the walks, Bonnie right behind her all the while. Not too far away from him, Monty began to pursue him anew. He can hear Roxy recovering as well, but she will take a bit longer to catch up.

Now that he's temporarily shaken the others for the most part, he had Vanny almost all to himself. He even leapt AGAIN; jumping right in front of her with his arms open wide as if to sweep her up in an embrace.

Vanny actually yelped when she nearly ran straight into him; his previously stained, blood-caked talons slicing empty air as she slid between his legs like a baseball player hitting home plate and ran away. Bonnie turned and growled; his voice more static and printer noises as he pressed home his pursuit. There was no way she can outrun him for long. Whether his bleeding tank stopped him or her endurance failed her- something had to GIVE.

And he didn't plan on letting a hot motor stop him.

She was leading him out of Monty Golf, curiously enough. In fact, she got a hold of a gator gondola and hung onto it as it passed; teasing a wave at him as it carried her down a maintenance tunnel. Bonnie snapped his muzzle and simply emulated her; grabbing hold of a gondola passing by and keeping his eyes on her. He heard Monty and Roxanne growl behind him; and he knew it wouldn't be long in coming when they catch up.

She stayed on the gondola until it ended its ride; then she was away again and taking a large lead. Bonnie's ears however didn't fail him; and he managed to keep her in hearing range as he set out after her. She even wound up leading him out of the golf course entirely; taking another tunnel down the PizzaPlex's lower belly.

Utility tunnel, he recalled. She was heading for another attraction and likely running out of ideas. This heartened him into a harder pursuit- the mad buck grinning as he relentlessly remained in her shadow; ignoring the fact he was leading a fluid-filled trail in his wake-

She pressed a button on her fazwatch again just ahead of him- and he saw no less than half a dozen S.T.A.F.F bots emerge from a branching tunnel coming from Parts & Service. He bulldozed through them as Monty would; once again gladdened for his strength augmentation. Had he been any weaker, he wouldn't have managed to get past them like that.

Vanny kept flicking gazes over her shoulder; no doubt worried about him gaining on her. He knew he about had her! He was ALMOST there-

Until his ears caught Roxanne running not too far behind. Now THAT was fast! He knew if he can hear her, then the gator wasn't long in coming either. He only had half a minute before they BOTH caught up- and perhaps, Chica may finally deign to join them. Its a given she finished her pizza in the kitchen.

Not for the first time, he thanked Chica's ability to change her priorities when it came to pizza- as it seemed to be keeping her from falling completely into Vanny's control. The fact that the chicken can resist where everyone else failed was honestly astounding. If he survived this night at all (not that he wagered he would), he'd kiss her in thanks somehow.

Hm, curious. Now why is Vanny heading towards the bowling alley? He wondered.

While Bonnie found this especially strange, he didn't question it. He merely pursued doggedly; his motor running hotter and hotter still. He was puffing thick clouds- and his core temperature was at near combustion levels. Animatronics don't do well in extended bursts of activity- which was why he and his bandmates were usually encouraged to take breaks every hour or so. He lamented his physical weaknesses there, but it couldn't be helped. His coolant tank was about empty now; and he was but a moment or two from total system shut-down.

At least in hindsight, it meant Monty will tire out too. He tired quicker than the rest; having more weight to carry and his upgrades tended to push his servos to his limits faster. Bonnie was sadly in the same boat now, but he also didn't intend on stopping here. He was more than aware of the fact he was being destroyed today, and he may as well destroy himself in a way that helped.

Meanwhile, Roxanne continued after him and -unlike the males- wouldn't tire. She was one hell of an endurance runner; and its easily the most wolfish aspect about her. One of her upgrades was extended battery life and greater heat tolerance- something that annoyed Bonnie upon this late recollection. How come not ALL the Glamrocks had that? Was that experimental or just a wolf thing? Perhaps its a wolf thing... a character trait. As Bonnie himself knew one of his rabbit 'things' included his exceptional hearing and incredible bursts of straight speed.

But this wasn't straight- and he was now at his limit.

He bared his teeth when he lost sight of Vanny; although his ears caught her every step as she proceeded towards the bowling alley. Bonnie pursued and took a turn, then smirked when he saw a forklift with a decent sized cargo crate full of new bowling shoes and balls. He ran into it and turned it on; and was satisfied to see it move on its own towards the way he came from-

And while Roxy dodged thanks to her lightning-quick reflexes, Monty didn't. He ran straight into the crate with a comical and pronounced DING! And to make it more hilarious, there was even an imprint of his face on its side. He stumbled and growled- ultimately left behind by the actual runners. If Bonnie hadn't been running for his life, he would've laughed at the sheer absurdity.

Now its just Roxy and himself, for the moment. He still didn't see Chica yet- but he didn't think Chica would stay gone for long. Vanny's watch was likely leading the hen to their location; and Chica will pick up Monty's slack. Bonnie wasn't concerned though; as he almost had her! Vanny was foolishly running right into his domain.

The buck, ignoring the critical ranges of his over-stressed motor, actually grazed her on a turn. He rent a bloody trail into her flesh; with Vanny noticeably yowling in pain and getting thrown off her balance but remaining on her footing. She kept running somehow; with the buck stumbling about on his weakened legs and nearly collapsing when his ankles twisted over each other. His fall from earlier had done enough to encumber him. His claws had razed her hip; tearing into the fabric and throwing blood into the air.

HOW? HOW IS SHE STILL RUNNING?

Bonnie would not know this, but the mask would be dulling down the pain itself- making its user endure far longer than they should. For the moment, he not only didn't know, but it baffled him. But continue on he did; with the two finally climbing the stairs into the ice cream parlor's back room.

Vanny emerged and shut the door in his face; but it only spared Bonnie a few seconds of wasted time before he was through with a shoulder ram. The woman had cleared the freezer room then; beating it up into the alley while pure adrenaline kept her barely ahead. She was clearly tiring at this point, her breath sharp and ragged as it rattled out of her mask. She still vaulted the counter and leapt into the lanes in a display of athletic expertise though; pressing a button on her fazwatch to get a patrolling Circus-Baby themed S.T.A.F.F bot's attention.

It obeyed, and just as Bonnie caught sight of her again, it boosted her into yet ANOTHER vent. The bot had actually helped her up!

He swore in static, glaring as the annoying bot started to roll towards him in an meager attempt to distract him. He only shoved it aside; not even bothering with tearing it apart. He had to make this FAST- he knew where that vent went to, and he didn't plan on giving her a chance on escaping the room its fed her into. It's a straight dead end, but it didn't mean she won't try to clamber up the vent again.

Delightful. He had her cornered!

He pulled his curtains on his show stage and smashed his fist on a button beyond it; revealing his alternate charging pod in the hall beyond. After which, he went into his dressing room beyond that and hopped the fence separating it from the pin lane. He snuffled around and found one of the buttons near a slide up door; unlocking it. Once it moved, he went down into its hall and towards the opposite end of the bowling alley.

This path wasn't widely known to many staff, and it didn't show up on his internal maps either. Bonnie himself only knew of it because he'd been told by Cromwell himself he had to clean the ball track sometimes early on in his occupation here; showing him the way to the 'safe room' beyond. The ball recycling room wasn't easily accessible to anyone else; as no one knew of the door he just used. Bonnie didn't even tell his friends of this space either; as it was a nice area he can go and think and be left alone a while.

Vanny may or may not know about it herself, but he wagered she didn't. And if she did, its not like it mattered: Not everyone knew that room was one-way if you didn't include the vent. In order for her to actually escape, she'd have to take the path he was following right now and risk running right into him- or she can attempt to climb the vent she just used to get out again. If she wasn't too short to reach it (and its likely she WAS, seeing as she had the bot help her up), then she just pretty much trapped herself.

Oh how silly of her. She's definitely mine now.

He grinned, steam hissing in worryingly amounts of clouds around his worn body as he ducked his head and loped into a predatory saunter. He was satisfied to see Vanny at the end of the hall too, trying to leave the recycling room. She'd been trying to leave it via the hall he was already occupying, but paused when she saw him strolling up. She even turned towards the vent she just crawled through to escape him- only to realize she was too short for it! PERFECT.

Realizing her situation was dire, the woman slowly turned around to just then see he's closed the distance. Her hands went up in surrender; her head slumped low and her bloody waist pouring and staining her dirty fleece. A convict who knew when her days were numbered.

Game over.

He won the challenge, miraculously. He also didn't cheat for once this whole night. The idea was strange, but he's been nothing but endlessly resourceful and hadn't used any tricks in the main server to get to this point. He's also had to deal with her bullshit up until now.

And now she's cornered herself. She couldn't climb the vent again, as it's too high up for her to reach; even if she was in a physically better state. She had no bots to protect her, and she was very badly hurt and dripping blood all over her waist and leg. It's truly over- And she knew it. They both did.

He grinned maliciously, his blood-colored eyes a cutting laser through the unerring darkness of the ball recycling room. His expression was a maddening quality as just his approach alone pinned her to a wall. The woman even tripped backing up into the ball recycling track; flopping around with a single hand raised. She was whimpering too.

He should feel pity, but he had none left to give. In fact, he would've spared her a witty comment if he could- but his voice box was still dislodged in his throat. No need to gloat that much. Just the fact he's beaten her felt bitterly satisfying. If his motor wasn't about to seize on him, he would do to her as he did to Cromwell just a few hours ago; to make her demise a special kind of slow only a real murderer would understand.

JUST to make her experience all the pain she's inflicted upon her own victims, including himself.

He loomed over her; his previously blood-stained claws raised. He let her see the look of satisfaction on his face; the joy in which he felt as he took her life. The cathartic sensation of knowing this place and his friends would be free of her! He could shut down and be happy with the end result-

-What he didn't expect however, was a bowling ball to slip out of the vent above his head and land right on top of him.

The sensation briefly disoriented him as well as surprised. He only vaguely recalled Roxy being an active issue since she SHOULD still be on his tail- but he didn't see her in this instance. No. Indeed, Roxy was was tall enough to reach the vent above he and Vanny's heads- the same way in which the rabbit woman had come in. However, as he stumbled back on that spot and looked up, he was completely shocked to see-

Chica.

The hen had jumped into the vent at some point with a bowling ball she must've grabbed directly from the lanes. When Vanny had prostrated herself beneath said vent, she had effectively lured Bonnie right into position. He had fallen for her last trick.

The fool.

He was senseless for that one precious second- so much so, he didn't hear Roxanne coming from the tunnel he just came from. He drunkenly turned to JUST glimpse her reaching from the darkness of the tunnel-

And felt her wicked teeth sink right into what little remained of his neck. A proper throat bite. A wolf snatching her prey with the intention to suffocate- a rabbit that can't scream to its brethren that he has lost, and that they should flee.

He fell to the ground; briefly in a scuffle with her as Chica pulled herself from the vent completely and touched floor. Vanny backed to another spot in the room to watch as the hen went and picked up her chosen bowling ball so to continue her assault. Roxy meanwhile kept the feebly thrashing rabbit pinned beneath her- but not for long. Bonnie managed to kick her off with his vicious legs; with Roxy hitting the wall and was temporarily rendered immobile-

And then Chica again clocked him on the noggin; the blow so powerful, it scattered pieces of his face.

He dropped again; and this time the hen was on him with the ball once more. She kept wailing on him; Bonnie barely getting a hand up to try and stop her-

Roxy bounced back in like a champ; then she was tearing into the rabbit with a rabid, seething ferocity that had her pulling at his limbs in an effort to keep him from fighting back. She was tearing him apart; her vicious teeth sinking into the neck area of his breast plate and thrashing with the intention to get at his motor. Her claws punctured through the weakened area of his chest and rented it open fully; taking advantage of the damage Freddy had dealt him earlier. Her talons kept burying themselves into his over-heated and stressed core; right where the bear had been trying to get to.

He stopped fighting completely; simply sitting there with his mouth flopping uselessly open in gasping shock and deadening eyes arrested on the ceiling. He tried to breathe; but his fans had stopped working. His throat pipe was rent. His tank was cracked and dregs of coolant sluiced out from his heart. It seeped into the cracks and crevices of his body and stained his colors inside and out; pooling around him like a crowning halo of discolored blood.

He barely processed his imminent system shut-down as he felt both Roxy's claws and his motor's heat jointly stun-lock him. He twitched and then finally froze; holding still for however long Roxy's claws remained inside him. She kept a firm hold of his neck, sinking slowly with him until he finally hit the floor-

And once again he was hit with the bowling ball.

Vanny clapped the entire time.

His sight had gone almost fully to static. His brain was shutting down. Images blipped into being; flickering registers of disjointed pictures he only numbly recognized. The last sight Bonnie remembered was the rabbit woman bending down next to him, murmuring something towards his right ear and backing away. She stood up, pretty much ignoring her wound and pressed a button on her fazwatch. His friends -her drones- briefly let him go.

"Game. Set. Match," she crooned at him.

And then she walked away ever so casually; letting Roxy and Chica finish pulling him apart.

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VANNY

She turned away, but didn't leave the room entirely.

Oh no. She wanted to MAKE SURE he was dead.

Her hand plastered itself to her side; stemming the flow of blood that utterly drenched her fur. She would have to find a patch for that... for both the wound and the suit. No matter though; while it hurt like a bitch, she knew she and Vanessa were too tough to be stopped like this.

She shall be endless! An endless nightmare. She was inevitable; unrelenting. Punishing. She will reap her souls, and she shall do it well.

It was what she was meant to do.

She watched the girls tear their rabbit buddy apart at her beck and call; chortled lowly even though it hurt to do so. Oh yes, Bonnie had been a GREAT contender; he had played the game oh-so well. And the one time he played fair, he STILL almost won. Vanny will admit that she wishes she found playmates like him more often. Too easily, her other prey tend to give up and cry.

But Bonnie never gave up. He kept fighting until the absolute bitter end. She had to give him THAT much. Not acknowledging it was fool-hardy; and it already almost costed her.

Once he was in pieces on the floor, his sightless eyes unblinking on the ceiling and his motor long since silenced, did she finally press the button to make the female bots stop. She'll have to work on Monty- he resisted too much tonight. Thankfully, Roxy hadn't been that difficult after a point, and Chica was-

Well...

Vanny narrowed her host's eyes at the hen before her; noticing the hen was shaking and twitching with not exhaustion- but something else. She was staring at Bonnie in a way that had the ghost doe wondering what was going on in her robo-head. Even now, Chica was frozen as she loomed over Bonnie; her lilac eyes pinned to his crimson set and unwilling to move.

And then, she started to cry.

Her beak parted; her lids narrowed; and she hunched over oh-so painfully while trying to fight the throes of her own body. She huffed and inhaled painfully; the noise obnoxiously loud in her thin breast. She was trying to fight Vanny's control; even though the damage had already been done. She may not be crying real tears, but her audible ones were real LOUD as if to compensate.

She's been fighting me all night. She is the WORST one to control. She'll need some alterations too, she wondered.

"Enough of your silly wailing, you stupid, brain-dead bird," She spat. "I mean it! STOP IT. Its annoying. He's dead already! Get OVER it."

Chica shakily inhaled and blearily moved her gaze up to meet Vanny's own. The hopelessness there was delightful; something she can feed off of almost by itself.

Now if only she could SHUT UP.

Vanny pressed her fazwatch again, staring coldly at the hen. She will make Chica remember this whenever she wanted. She will remove the memory of this night from her head, and then, make her remember on other nights when she's bored and has nothing better to do. Oh yes, she was definitely going to enjoy kicking this dead horse around- or rather, the dead buck.

"Listen to me when I issue a command, and I won't make you have to remember killing him over and over again," She purred ever-so sweetly. "I can make this nasty memory go away; you just have to LISTEN to me- or else I'll make you relive this every moment for the rest of your short-lived life. You understand?"

Chica had the audacity to shake her head, gritting her teeth at the doe and scowling with all her remaining will. She still couldn't move from her bent position over Bonnie's body, but its not like she can do more than that.

"Alright then. Guess you like being punished for hurting your best friend," She shrugged. "It makes no difference to me. In fact, I dare say, KEEP fighting me. I'll be bored now that your little bunny boy is dead and not entertaining me anymore. I tend to get bored easy..."

She walked up to Chica, stopping to kneel down and meet her unblinking, woe-be-gone gaze.

"Make sure to get this through your thick, stupid, garbage-laden skull, you senseless slob: I am nightmare that cannot be banished upon awakening. I am here to stay; from night unto day. I will remain here as your own personal reminder of every sin you ever committed; to have you endure the hell you are forever trapped within. You will never escape from this pain- not you, nor anyone else. You, and every one else who comes here will never find peace with me here-

"You are all my toys. And that, is an absolute."