Title:           FN@F - Bonnie's Best Friend - Chapter 2
Author:          Skeptic_Writefag
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First Edit:      Wednesday 20th of August 2014 04:48:26 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 20th of August 2014 04:48:26 PM CDT

[Part 2]
>You finally got a bit of sleep after returning home around 10 PM last night and awoke to a new day.
>Except your new day was more of a new night, if anything.
>Blame the night shift intensive sleeping patterns.
>At least passing out mid-shift wouldn’t be a problem in the booth tonight.
>You’re pretty damn sure you got at least 16 hours of sleep.
>Even better, you only woke up screaming in a cold sweat twice
>Must be getting the hang of this.
>Raising yourself off the hard ground of your shoddily carpeted apartment, you make your way to the closet to grab your crusty uniform
>You debate cleaning it with some water or something but figure no one is going to see you anyway.
>You’ll be damned if some fucking metal furfag is going to laugh at your shit.
>You exit and lock up, donning the hat as your made your way to your own personal hell.
 
>…..
 
>After a few minutes walking, you’d made it, and entered through the back.
>Things were dark and still eerily as quiet as usual, but you were over that.
>It was about 11 PM and you had a good hour to prepare for your shift.
>Locking up the exit, you strode the empty halls of cobweb and litter, passing the several faded and dusty pictures adorning the walls.
>You clocked in with your punch card, and double checked your tripwires.
>Still there, and undamaged to boot.
>Fuck yeah.
 
>Tightening the wires, you walked up and down the halls and shut the doors to each room as you went along, testing the bells down the path.
‘Ding ding ding.. ding.. ding..’
>Perfect. They even made it to the office, from what you could tell by the echoes.
>With that, you checked your watch again;
>11:30
>You’re about to head to your office and lock up but a picture catches your eye last second:
>It’s a doodle.
>A very familiar one at that. [spoiler] http://i.imgur.com/9leroa6.png [/spoiler]
>You’re fairly certain you’ve seen it while checking the halls for that psycho Bonnie, and-
 
>waitaminutethatcard.jpg
 
>Fishing out the scrap in your jacket pocket, you see the drawing your picture that kid gave you that day.
>You recall the promise you made to the kid, and consider your options, mulling over the idea of going to the stage and handing it to Bonnie.
>Well maybe if there was enough time you could stick it on her or tuck it in one of her ports or crevices or something and
“HOLY SHIT ITS 11:45 ALREADY?” you yell in disbelief.
>Your head darts to the end of the hall going towards the stage, then back to the hall leading to your office.
>It’d take you a few minutes sprint, but you need to prep time in the office as well.
>With a bit of hesitation you pin it to the wall with the others with a fallen tack and leg it to your office, to sync the doors and test lighting.
>What the kid doesn't know wouldn't hurt him.
>11:55 PM
“Alright”
>You mutter to yourself, giving that stupid cupcake on your desk a flick.
“Let’s do this.”
 
>…..
 
>It is 12 AM.
>Midnight.
“Showtime.”
>The lights begin to flicker a little, meaning one or more of those fuckers just went active.
>Setting the cam to 1A, you notice the stage is still full.
>Except Freddy is looking at you, mic in hand.
>Its eyes seem to stare unendingly at you.
>Just waiting.
>Yeah, well fuck you too buddy.
>Giving the screen the good ol’ fashion one-finger salute, you switch channels to Pirate Cove.
>Curtains closed, not a servo in sight.
>You smile, not worrying too much about Foxy.
>You don’t think he’ll be a problem with your new set up.
>That’s when the tablet you’re holding decides to flicker and spasm with distortion on-screen.
>You switch back to 1A and glare at the screen.
>Chica and Bonnie are M.I.A.
“Keep it cool.. keep it cool. Their AI resets behavior patterns each week. It’s fine.”
>You hit the power and count to 5.
>Gotta conserve power around here.
>and judging by the clock, being at 90% power in the first 30 minutes of your 6 hour shift was not a great start.
>Only the 3rd day of the week anyway.
 
Several hours more go by, and you're on a roll, keeping Foxy in place and a good eye on each automaton.
'Ring a ding ding ding.. ding..'
>You glance at the bells, both of them shaking slightly.
>Flicking through the cameras, you find Chica about to take a chunk out of your power line to the door, jaws wide open, staring at the camera all the while.
>Smug fuck.
>She won’t so long as you’ve kept your eye on her for a few seconds once in a while.
>You wait for a couple of seconds before flipping through the Western corridor cameras.
>Bonnie is standing in the hall way, silhouette still blocking the door way at the far end.
>Two down.
>You do your usual sweep of the areas, keeping an eye on Freddy, still staring at you, but seemingly with a fixed grin this time.
>Foxy is peeking out the curtains but is otherwise in place.
>Chica moved a little closer but didn’t seem to move much.
>Bonnie was..
>You had to squint a little to verify what you were seeing, but Bonnie was still in the hall, but this time she was turned toward the children’s posters.
>You’re about to pan a little closer to see what she’s up to, but the familiar clunks sounding to your right jerk you out of your trance
>You slam the DOOR control , nearly catching Chica’s beak as she was about entering.
>Nope.
>Not today you featherless piece of shit.
>Looking back at the monitors, Bonnie has disappeared.
>Strangely, back to her place as a silhouette.
>Nothing further came of that night, as the bots now resumed their usual patterns and tactics as you’d come to be familiar with them.
>6 AM eventually came around, with only 2 more encounters with the crew and 1 other time you thought you’d go crazy with the whispers you kept hearing as your passed over CAM 6 again.
>at the end, as you were finishing up and walking out, you noticed the drawing you placed was gone.
 
>Odd. Guess Bonnie got herself a picture after all.