Toy Chica POV
"What does Freddy have against us?" I ask Bonnie, trying desperately to keep my emotions in check.
"I…I don't know, Chica. Truth be told, I don't think he has anything at all."
"Then why is he being such a jerk?" I brace myself on an arcade cabinet. Even with support, it's difficult to stand.
"He's always been like that. You just never cared to notice." Bonnie rolls his eyes. "Maybe he just thinks it's weird. To be honest, I did too."
"You don't now?" I'm getting a little heated. My mind is so totally overwhelmed that I can't handle even the tiniest of triggers.
He drops his arms. "Well, I still don't know if I'm totally okay with it. But seeing you hurt like that made me realize you really loved her. Plus, you guys look great together. I guess you're not hurting anyone, so I don't really care anymore."
I smile genuinely at this sentiment. "Thanks, Bonnie. For what it's worth, I wasn't gonna make a big deal out of it. It's just, I was hurting and…"
He waves his hand. "It's fine. I get it." He looks off into the distance for a second, then back at me. "I know you're already thinking of ways you can be with her without Freddy knowing."
My grin drops. "Please don't tell him."
"I wouldn't, I'm just letting you know…it might be a while before he comes around. He might never."
"I know."
"It might be difficult, impossible even, to get this under his nose."
"Yep."
"You'll still go through with it anyway?"
"I meant it when I said I loved her, Bon. She means everything to me."
He looks me up and down. "You're nuts."
"That's me," I laugh, flexing my arm. "So how do you wanna do this?"