Being the daughter of the owner of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, obviously you were more than familiar with the animatronics. As a child, they were your heroes, the ones who were always able to cheer you up on a bad day and perfected a good. As you grew older, they became your best friends. While most people would find it absurd for someone your age to be so close to robots, you found it perfectly sane. Sure, they'd been known for attempting to kill the night guards, but they were fine during the day. Besides, you knew a secret about the animatronics that no one but your father knew. Unbeknownst to the rest of the world, the animatronics are able to become human.
You first learned this on your sixth birthday. Your father brought you backstage saying he wanted to introduce you to some very important workers. When he pulled you behind the curtains, you came face to face with Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica. You were confused at first, saying, “But papa, I already know them.”
Your father simply smiled and said, “Look again, (y/n).”
When you looked back, you saw three young adults standing before you, grinning brightly at your small figure. You gasped in obvious surprise but you were secretly delighted. You could be even better friends with the crew than you originally thought. And they absolutely adored you too. Especially Bonnie. Sure, Freddy and Chica thought you were wonderful and absolutely adorable, but Bonnie thought you were the greatest thing since sliced bread. He always made time to play with you.
As you grew older, he was always there for you. He was your best friend, your mentor, and your protector. Whenever you were hurt or in need of someone to talk to, he'd always be there for you to cheer you up and make you laugh and smile. It got to the point where you began to wonder if maybe you thought of him as something more than a friend.
The perfect chance to pursue this idea presented itself on February 14. Valentine's Day. The one day of the year completely dedicated to love. Typically, you weren't very fond of the holiday, but you were always one to believe there are exceptions to every situation.
You waltzed into the establishment and went straight to your father's office. You knocked on the door and heard his tired voice tell you to come in. You turned the doorknob and stepped into his office. When he saw it was you, he brightened significantly.
“Why, hello, (y/n)!” he greeted you cheerfully. “How's my favorite daughter doing on this fine day?”
You rolled your eyes and chuckled softly. “Dad, I'm your only daughter. But I'm doing ok. Rather excited, actually.”
He perked up in curiosity. “Oh? Excited for what?”
“You do realize what today is, don't you?” you hinted.
“Valentine's Day, isn't it?” he questioned. “What's so exciting about that? You're not dating anyone at the moment. Unless you've been lying to me, that is.”
“No, Dad, I haven't been lying to you. But... I do have someone on my mind. But I'm not sure if he feels the same yet,” you admitted sheepishly.
Your dad cocked an eyebrow and asked, “Would you care to share who this mystery man of yours is?”
You shook your head and said, “Not yet. I want to see how things go first.”
He nodded and said, “Very well. But if you do decide to date this boy, I expect a full background report, understood? Otherwise, I may sign him up for a night guard position.”
“Dad, that's horrible! Don't even joke about that!” you chided.
He simply chuckled and said, “All right. Well, good day, (y/n). And good luck on your little... adventure.”
You huffed slightly and exited the office, even more nervous than you were before. You glanced up toward the stage and saw the gang performing one of the favorite songs. You smiled softly and hummed along to the tune, deciding to grab an apron and help out in the kitchen. Everyone greeted you cheerfully and the chef allowed you to help with the pizzas.
Before long, the gang came to a short break. You excused yourself from the kitchen to go and chat with them. You headed backstage and was greeted by a chorus of, “Hey, (y/n)!”
You giggled and grinned back at them, “Hey, guys! Busy day?”
Freddy let out a short laugh. “It's always a busy day, (y/n).”
You smirked and replied, “Yeah, I know. But some days are busier than others.”
“Some days are more stressful than others,” Bonnie muttered.
Your eyebrows creased in concern. Bonnie was never one to be a downer. Not unless something was really bothering him. Such bitterness was definitely out of character for the lavender haired male.
You were going to say something, but their break had come to an end at that point. Bonnie sighed and transformed back into his robotic self, trudging back to the stage. Even Freddy and Chica seemed rather concerned by his behavior. Apparently, they were equally as confused as you were. You made the decision then to speak with Bonnie privately before the day was over.
You tried to talk to Bonnie several times over the next few breaks the animatronics had, but each time, he'd present you with bitter remarks or ignore you altogether. Not only were you concerned at this point, but you were somewhat insulted as well. You hadn't done anything to the guy! At least, you didn't think you had. Maybe you'd said something before that hurt him and you just hadn't realized it. Maybe... maybe his bad mood was your fault.
You pondered over various possibilities till closing time. Your father had already left for the night with the warning to leave before midnight. That just left you and the animatronics. You slowly made your way backstage, timidly peeking your head behind the curtains. You cleared your throat nervously. “Hey, guys?”
They all quickly switched to their human forms. “Hey, (y/n)!” Chica greeted you. Freddy gave you a small smile. Bonnie. However, continued to stare straight ahead without acknowledging you.
You sighed in frustration. “Bonnie, can I speak with you alone please?” He continued to go without saying anything. You glanced at the other two and asked, “Could you guys give us a moment?”
Freddy looked as if he was going to protest the idea but Chica quickly shushed him and drug him offstage. That left just you and Bonnie. You cautiously walked over and sat beside him.
“Bonnie, I'm not sure what I did to upset you, but I'm sorry,” you mumbled. “I never wanted to make you angry or anything. You're my best friend and I care about you a lot. If there's anything I can do to make things right, then please, tell me. I don't like seeing you so ups- mmf!”
You were quickly cute off by Bonnie's lips pressed roughly against yours. One of his hands cupped your cheek while the other was placed behind your neck to prevent you from pulling away. When he finally allowed you to breathe, he let out a soft sigh.
“(Y/n), I'm not mad at you. Honestly, I don't think I could ever be upset with you. You mean the world to me and I... I love you, (y/n). I was just so scared you didn't feel the same and I was afraid that if I told you, you'd stop being my friend. I'm sorry for treating you like I did earlier. I just...,” his voice died down and he looked at you with pleading eyes.
You smiled softly and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a warm hug. “Bonnie, I love you too. I was going to tell you earlier, but I was afraid you were upset and didn't feel the same way. Now I'm wishing I told you sooner!” You let out a giggle and he chuckled at the ridiculousness of you both, holding you close to him.
He pulled you into his lap and nuzzled into your neck. His arms wrapped around your waist protectively and traced small patterns into your sides. You leaned into his chest, a small smile on your face. “Hey, Bonnie?” you asked.
“Yes, (y/n)?” he hummed in response.
“Will you be my valentine?”
He chuckled softly, his lips brushing against yours. “I'd love to.”
“Now, I have to tell Dad.”
