Title:           FN@F - Bonnie's Best Friend - Chapter 3
Author:          Skeptic_Writefag
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First Edit:      Wednesday 20th of August 2014 06:17:20 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 20th of August 2014 06:17:20 PM CDT

[Part 3]
>About a day had passed since that night.
>It was awful.
>On the 4th night, you got the bright idea that when you hit 0% power at 5:58 PM, that if you held still maybe Freddy would take longer to find you.
>Well big fucking surprise, it took him no more than 5 extra seconds to find your ass huddled under your desk, about to wet yourself.
>His grip was also unsurprisingly strong for somebear of his size.
>He was a big guy after all.
>He’d grabbed you by the leg and dragged you out rather forcefully, all the while that stupid jingle looped repeatedly.
>Chica had met him halfway this time, an “empty” animatronic suit in [wing].
>It was only then that you started to flail and freak the fuck out
>It was also the sudden jerking around as Freddy brought you up that fucked up your leg a bit.
>You prayed to every god that did or didn’t exist and begged for mercy, all the while Freddy fumbled with you trying to get you in a good position to cram you inside
>Fortune smiled upon you in that moment, as your watch let out a cheery ring.
>6 AM.
>The animatronics froze in that moment, Freddy’s paws unclenching you, as you dropped unceremoniously onto the hard tile floor
>You have never been happier to kiss that fucking floor, sweet baby jesus.
>Cut to today, where you re-entered the damned pizzeria during the day again.
 
>Today was a free day for you, but instead of taking time to heal, you decided it’d be wiser to collect more supplies for the next night.
>Corporate backed down when you threatened a lawsuit over injury of the machines,
>The machines had never gotten so close to hurting you before, that they left evidence of being manhandled.
>Of course they made up some bullshit excuse as to how you were most likely lying and that their programmers were top-tier.
>They did begrudgingly part with yet another day off, however.
>You were fucking pissed, but what were you going to do?
>You knew the risks of the job well after the first day.
>But you needed the money.
 
>Cut to today, where you re-entered the damned Pizzeria during the day again.
>Foxy had escaped on your watch again last night and fucked up the wire for the bell, so you had to make repairs and come up with other solutions.
>The broken wire made the other one loose and nonfunctional, so you needed to repair that.
>Oddly, it didn’t make much of a difference since Bonnie seemed off in her own little world that night anyway.
>As you made your way towards the door to the back, you spotted the tyke that gave you the drawing a few days ago.
>He was chatting it up and playing with Bonnie, while all the other kids were busy frolicking in the ball pit, or singing with Freddy, who’s boisterous laugh could be heard throughout the playplace.
>Chica was stepping out of the kitchen with her prop cupcake, pretending to shove it in her beak while the children laughed and ate their pizzas respectively.
>Back to Bonnie though, she was leaning over to hug the boy now; nothing out of the usual there.
> but what caught your attention was that her mouth was opening and closing, but you couldn’t hear what she was saying.
>Whatever it was, the boy seemed very happy to hear about it and took off towards the crawling tubes, giving Bonnie a few looks on the way.
>Bonnie just smiled her usual eerie grin and waved, while going off to play with the other kids again, letting them know their fantastical band show was about to start soon.
>You shrugged it off and went back to work in the back.
 
>A few hours later, you were done.
>Your bum leg didn’t seem to help getting around, nor did it help with reaching higher places to replant the wires.
>It was once again closing time and the bots made their way back to the stage for shutdown.
>Freddy lowered his arm slightly, assuming the usual position for being offline.
>Bonnie sat, guitar in hand, and bowtie neatly placed near her neck.
>and Chica had assumed hers and kept her thousand yard stare so intense that it’d concern a Vietnam vet.
>You assumed they were allowed to remain off for one day as it wouldn’t hurt their servos much.
>As you rounded the halls, locking the bathroom doors on the way out, exited the building once more, you couldn’t help but get the feeling you were forgetting something.
>Something incredibly important, yet so small of a detail, you couldn’t quite place it.
 
>…..
 
>Night 6.
>You’d gotten some damn good sleep, and you were going to need it.
>This was one of the more obnoxious nights for the bots to be running around and you never enjoyed it.
>When did you ever?
>You’d found a roll of electrical tape and had made extra sure to cover every wire you figured connected to the door with at least 3 layers of the stuff.
>Hopefully it’d make cutting the wire a little more hard for them to chew through.
>Your handy dandy time teller device informs you that it is about a quarter til’ 12.
>Better start wrapping things up.
>You recline back in your chair with a loud creak, looking at the poster on your wall.
>Then your fan.
>Then that faggot cupcake.
>Look at it. Just gawking at you.
>If you didn’t know any better you’d think it had some way to strea-
*ding-ding-ding*
 
>Your heart froze, and your head shot up to check the bells.
>East side.
>You hit the light buttons and adjusted your watch;
>11:55, empty blind spots.
>That can’t possibly be right. Is the time wrong? You calibrated that shit yesterday.
>You hit the power to your tablet.
>11:56
>No fucking way.
>You slam the door buttons in a panic and hit CAM 1A.
>The gangs all there.
>You silently curse under your breath repeatedly
>Who in their right mind would come to a place like this at night?
>You scan the halls immediately, flipping through camera after camera to find the intruder.
>Fear.
>A black hole in your stomach slowly clenching at your very soul.
>You weren’t afraid of the idiot who came in here;
>You were afraid FOR him.
>He had no idea what goes on at night.
>He could be just some punk kid looking for spare dosh
>Or an idiot on a dare from his friends.
>How the fuck did they even get in here?
>Every door had been locked the night previous to this one.
>You checked.
>All of them checked out as you confirmed each one to be already locked.
 
>…..
 
>The bathroom.