"Willaim! What's going on?"
"Shut up and put on the costume, Mill!"
"You know I hate this thing! Why did you have to make the chest so big?!"
"Just put it on, they can't touch us like this!"
"Will, this wrong! We shouldn't have...
"ERRK!"
"AHH!"
"What's happening?"
"N-No! The spring locks!"
"I-It hurts. W-Will...I-It h-hurts!"
"You will pay for your crimes. We will make sure that you will never hurt any children again."
"W-Wait..."
50 years later,
"I can't believe I let myself be talked into this," Danny muttered, shaking his head.
"Hey, man, I thought you were on the hunt for something for your dad," Tucker replied.
"Yeah, but not in a deserted restaurant," Danny retorted, still shaking his head.
"Where's your sense of adventure, Danny?" Tucker chided.
"This is junk driving, Tucker, and you know it," Sam interjected.
"Yet, you picked this over your parents' tea party," Tucker pointed out.
Sam shot him a glare before letting out a sigh.
"Alright," She conceded, beginning to search the area.
Danny shook his head again and started to explore. Drifting away from his friends, he stumbled upon what appeared to be a charred foot with protruding wires. He gingerly extracted the damaged part and gasped at the sight of a female-like animatronic, a fusion of human and rabbit features. Notably ample in the chest, he could discern human bones and flesh within the visible cavities. Could it be that someone perished inside this animatronic before the establishment was reduced to ashes?
To his astonishment, the face was not as badly damaged as expected, resembling a cute anime girl, with her long dirty-blonde hair miraculously unscathed by the fire. Danny swiftly examined the animatronic, searching for any clue to the person's identity, but to no avail.
"Whoever you are, I'm sorry you had to endure this fate," He murmured, sighing deeply.
"Hey, Danny!"
Distracted by his friends' calls, he glanced away. Taking one last look at the animatronic, he exhaled heavily. Rising to his feet, he made up his mind.
"I'll return tonight to see if I can be of assistance," He declared, then walked away.
Unseen by him, one of the animatronic's fingers twitched momentarily before becoming motionless again.
Later that night,
Sneaking out at night was something Danny had grown accustomed to. As a child, his fascination with the stars often led him to venture into the night. Returning in his ghost form, he found the animatronic exactly where he had left it. He chose not to confide in Tucker or Sam, uncertain of the next steps. Gently, he detached it from the wall and laid down beside it.
"Alright, you've gone through the lessons on repairing rocket ships, so restarting a cute human-rabbit robot shouldn't be too difficult," Danny muttered, retrieving some tools.
"And that includes dealing with the human body trapped inside," He mumbled, fighting back nausea.
Inhaling deeply, Danny reverted to his human form and began assessing the animatronic for any possibility of repair.
"No! I won't allow it!"
"ENOUGH, TRAP!"
"WAKE UP! THIS IS ALL YOUR DOING!"
"No! If we die, we die together! It's happened before!"
"I despise you... William."
She groans as she feels something trying to open her. She even felt someone's hands over her body.
'Hands?'
A light pierced her eyes, revealing the night sky above.
'The night sky? I haven't been reduced to ashes?' She pondered, just as she sensed the hands once more.
She finally lifts her head, seeing a teenage boy with raven black hair, feeling her body. And yet, it didn't feel like he was feeling up. More like he was checking for something.
"What are you doing?" She finally asked.
Danny froze, then slowly turned to face her. His blue eyes looked at the purple eyes. They remained locked until he jumped back, poised for a fight.
"You're alive?!" He exclaimed, shocked.
She groaned, then carefully pushed herself up.
"I shouldn't be. Again," She said, sitting up.
"I should be dead. Again," She remarked, looking at her hand.
"What do you mean 'again'?" Danny inquired.
"What year is it?" She asked, confusing him.
"2005," Danny replied.
"2005?!" she yelled, shocked.
'Has it really been over 50 years since I should have died?' She thought, surprised.
"Um, are you okay?" Danny asked, noting her shock.
"Argh, I've paid for my crimes! I didn't want to come back! I'm not my brother!" she yelled, frustrated that death eluded her.
"Um... miss?" Danny tried again before she looked at him.
"Don't call me Miss! It's... it's..." she faltered, struggling to recall her name.
Despite her efforts, her name eluded her. She scoured her memory but found no clue to her identity, nor the image of a young girl and boy smiling together.
"I... don't know my name," She admitted, catching Danny off guard.
"You don't?" He echoed in disbelief.
"Didn't I just say that?!" She snapped, causing him to recoil.
"Sorry, I'm just lost and confused," She apologized with a sigh.
"I'm Danny," He introduced himself, approaching her.
"Danny? That's short for Daniel, right?" She inquired, and he confirmed with a nod.
"What should I call you if you can't remember your name?" Danny wondered.
Pondering, she searched for a suitable name.
"Remember, the kids adore you as Bonnie," a voice reminded her.
"But I despise this costume! It's nothing like me!" she protested.
"Just for the kids, Bon-Bon?" the voice coaxed.
Reluctantly, she agreed.
Bonnie. The name resonated with her.
"Call me Bonnie," she decided.
Later,
Danny was perplexed as to why he had brought her back to Amity Park, a name that seemed strange to Bonnie. She was almost certain the town was called something else. She was also taken aback by Danny's insistence on keeping her hidden from the remaining townspeople.
"Do you always do this?" She inquired.
"It's complicated," Danny exhaled.
"Normally, I'd only sneak out to gaze at the night sky. But recent events have altered the town," He explained.
"In what way?" Bonnie probed.
"Ghosts, for instance, are a reality here and they appear at night," Danny revealed, oblivious to her alarmed expression.
"They manifest during the day as well. Their presence has transformed the town," He continued.
"Is there anyone who combats them?" Bonnie questioned.
"A handful of ghost hunters exist, including my parents. However, there's one ghost known to either halt the attacks or initiate them, depending on who you ask," Danny grumbled.
"What does that mean?" Bonnie pressed.
"There's Phantom, who is regarded either as the town's savior or its scourge. He actively prevents ghosts from attacking or dominating the townsfolk, yet many hold him responsible for the attacks," Danny disclosed, his frown deepening.
Bonnie glanced to the side, having never heard of a ghost that protected others. She found it hard to believe they were blaming him for the attacks, yet she was terrified of them.
"Well, this is my house."
Looking up, she saw a large building with a massive sign proclaiming "Fenton Works," topped with a spaceship.
"I recognize that expression."
Her gaze returned to Danny.
"That's the look everyone has when they see where I live. The sign was my dad's idea. How they got permission for the OPS Center, I'll never know," He explained.
"Things sure have changed," Bonnie remarked, taken aback.
"Good thing my parents are asleep right now. We've got a guest room where you can stay hidden until we figure out what to do next," Danny offered.
"We?" Bonnie inquired.
"Just a figure of speech," Danny replied, uncertain about sharing this with anyone.
Ghosts were one thing, but a self-sufficient, talking, and moving animatronic? Explaining that would be a challenge.
'No one's going to believe this,' he mused, ensuring the living room was empty.
"Come on, and keep quiet," Danny whispered, ushering her inside.
Reflecting on it, he was astonished that someone of her stature could move so silently, even as they ascended the stairs. They entered one of the vacant rooms, and Danny surveyed the space.
"It's not much, but it's the best we have," He remarked, dragging out a mattress.
Bonnie's gaze wandered until it landed on a mirror. She examined her human-rabbit visage and reached out to touch it. Had she really been wearing this face for over fifty years? She couldn't recall what her original face looked like anymore.
"Bonnie?" Danny's voice prompted her to turn away from the mirror.
"I'm fine," She replied with a sigh.
"If you're sure. I need to get some sleep. Is this room okay for you?" Danny inquired.
"Yes. I'm accustomed to solitude," She responded, causing Danny's expression to turn somber.
"If you need anything, I'm just down the hall. Try to stay out of sight, okay?" Danny advised, preparing to leave for his room.
"Danny, wait," Bonnie called out, halting him.
He looked back just as Bonnie drew him into an embrace. Danny was surprised, even blushed when he found his face between her large breasts.
"Thank you," she said, releasing him.
"Sure," Danny stammered, his cheeks reddening.
He quickly exited the room. Bonnie then turned back to the mirror. Drawing a deep breath, she reached up to her face and peeled it away.
"Will..." she murmured, gazing at her own reflection.
And stopping here. Well, look at this, a new story. Taking a small break from my other story and decided to get back into a bit of FNAF. But once more, more into the hentai version, FNIA. This time we have the stand-alone, Spring-Bonnie. Spring Trap's FNIA counterpart.
In this narrative, Spring Bonnie is actually Millie Afton, the twin sister of William Afton. She was the first to portray Bonnie, who later became Springtrap in FNAF 3. This time, however, there were two Bonnie costumes: one male and one female. Millie was averse to wearing the female suit due to its exaggerated proportions, which did not resemble her own. Despite this, she cherished the joy she brought to children. Following the tragic death of her nephew, she was inadvertently drawn into William's sinister deeds, only realizing the truth when the spirits of the original animatronics were liberated.
Now trapped in the guise of Spring Bonnie, she strives to prevent her brother from harming the night guards until the building is engulfed in flames. As evident, she has survived. However, unlike her twin, she harbors no desire to return. She has now met Danny, who assists her. The next chapter promises further developments. Indeed, I intend to return to my other FNIA narratives, but I was compelled to begin this one.