Title:           FN@F - Bonnie's Best Friend - Chapter 1
Author:          Skeptic_Writefag
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First Edit:      Wednesday 20th of August 2014 03:42:16 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 20th of August 2014 03:42:16 PM CDT

”Welcome to Freddy’s Pizzeria! Where kid’s come to have fun from near and far!”
>The joyful screams and laughter filled the quaint little playplace.
>You’ve had to open up shop each night after your shift was over and the monsters returned to their rightful positions, but you’ve never really had the time [spoiler]or interest[/spoiler] in seeing the place alive during the day.
>You used to think that they were possessed or something, what with the staring into the cameras all the time, but no matter how close to the wire you came with Freddy and the gang getting the jump on you, the moment that clock hit 6, they’d freeze mid pounce and dutifully return to their stations.
>Normally you’d just make a beeline for the exit as soon as you could, but after the first initial week, you realized there was no further danger to be had from the machines and their ilk.
>Didn’t mean you’d take the time to check out the rooms though.
>This place was still creepy as fuck, even without the goons getting the drop on you.
>….
>Back to the present, however.
>This was your 3rd week back on the job, and corporate was nice enough to give you one day off [/spoiler] unpaid of course. goddamn Jews. [spoiler]
>You’d made a trip to your local hardware shop with what meager earnings you had and hoped to make some ‘arrangements’ to the back while you could.
>Working at this hellhole didn’t have to be so bad if it wasn’t as hard the first time around.
>The day workers gave who they knew to be the night-guard odd looks, as he strode straight into the back without a word, hauling in a surplus of seemingly random materials for makeshift tripwire alarms.
>You weren’t an engineer, but it wasn’t rocket science to set up some wire and bells at your post, lined down the hall dimly lit halls.
>It was certainly amazing what $64 bucks could buy you in this economy in terms of survival gear (It was most of what was left after accounting for food and shelter.)
>After several hours, a bit of elbow grease, and a whole lot of stretching and grunting, your labor had come to fruition; The outer halls on both sides were rigged to ring a little set of bells you had hanging above the poster against the wall in your office.
>You even made some of the spare wire lying strewn about in the back into an extended cable that reached all the way back to the far back to the door marking the stage.
>A quick glance at your watch told you the place would be closing up soon, and you’d have to get out of there before the others took your presence as “volunteer work”
>You made a quick trip to the office and mapped out a quick layout of your plans on some spare paper. [spoiler] http://i.imgur.com/6P3SZ7y.gif [/spoiler]
>…...
>Pushing the door back to the front open, you stride back past the other workers cleaning up, who don’t bother to glance up at you.
>You’re beginning to question whether or not they knew you worked here.
>They must not get paid enough to give a fuck.
>As you silently ponder how much they’d be paid to manage some kids instead of killer mascots, you’re stopped short by a sudden change in gravity.
>Oh. It’s your old pal, floor-sama. Hello there. You’d love to stay and chat but it appears you’re being called upon.
>After collecting your spaghetti and dusting yourself off, you’re met waist-to-face with some kid.
>But not just any kid…
>[spoiler]Actually, it pretty much is just some kid[/spoiler]
>You do notice something about him that is quite familiar, but you can’t quite put your finger on it..
“E-excuse me.. m-mister? Are you alright?”
>Snapped back to reality, you kneel down to his level and smile tiredly.
>Couldn’t be older than 8 years old, this one.
“Yeah. I’m fine. Did I hurt you?”
>He shakes his head quickly, his messy Jew ‘fro swaying a bit.
>Probably gets picked on for it. Poor kid.
“No.. but I was wondering if you could help me.”
>He fishes around his cargo pants pockets and fishes out a folded up paper, handing it to you tenderly, as if it would shatter if held too tightly.
>You show some care and take it from him gently, unfolding it to reveal the contents inside.
>It’s.. a crudely drawn doodle of him.. and Bonnie.
>Bonnie was holding him with both hands [/spoiler]paws?[spoiler], with little motion lines make it look like she was spinning him around in the air.
>You return your look to see the kid was looking down at the floor, twiddling his fingers
“I was wondering if.. maybe you could give this to Bonnie Bunny for me?”
>You give the doodle another look
“Why don’t you take it to her, little boy? I think she’d like it if you gave it to her.”
>He gives a small blush and keeps his eyes locked on the floor
>twiddlingfingersintensifies.gif
“I’m a little embarrassed.. I don’t think she would..”
>This kid.
>He was worried a fictional robot bunny wasn’t going to like his drawing of them having fun.
>Your heart..
>HNGHHH
>even if it was for one of those things, even you had to admit, this was really goddamn cute.
>You fix your eyes across the restaurant, catching the animatronics giving hugs and waving good bye to the other kids and their tired parents, making their way back onto the stage as the curtains close slowly.
“Alright. I’ll give it to her for you.”
>His eyes brighten up and he almost jumps in place, but refrains.
“R-really! Thank you so much! I--”
>His parents are calling for him, making their way over to you.
“Say uh.. could you keep it a secret that I gave it? For now?”
>Another smile escapes your usual stone-faced demeanor
“Sure, kid. No problem.”
>He grins wide and gives you a little hug before his parents apologize for the trouble and take off.
>Looking back down at the drawing again, you sigh morosely.
>If only they knew.
>Best they didn't though.
 
>…..