Something to Play with~ {toy bonnie x reader}

The beginning

None POV~~~

You were a toy, and un accepted. You were built to be admired by passer byers and ignored by anyone who didnt care. And you were never to have "feelings" but they didnt need to know that. Youre home twas a mere lone prison cage in a "circus" attraction on display. Constantly haunted by the laughs of children who mocked and the tiring screams of camera flashes and their blinding lights that come from them... What hell.

You could breath and move without the accursed strings attached to your arms, legs, and head. You had a heart that pumped; skin that blead when cut; a mind that thought for itself and yearned to make its own decisions. Why couldnt they see this? Every person who passed by lowered your hope even farther of anyone ever realising the truth of your pain and solitude; of your want and need to be free.

That was until one day a man dressed in complete formal attire of a black tux, a bowtie, and neat rested gloves appeared outside your cage. He shadowed your hollow demeanour and you rested your eyes upon his soft gaze. He gave you a look of pity...no? Sympathy...maybe it was even Empathy. His stare was sad and reflected the loss in your eyes.

He smiled caringly and whole heartedly

You weakly smiled back

His look of sympathetic and possible empathetic pain quickly deceased into determination as he sharply turned on his heal and waltzed in the opposite direction, leaving you more depressed than before. Even though his false hope discerned you, there was still the small glimmer of faith that he would return to feed you more of this 'false hope' that you grasped onto tightly. Your head lowered once again, dangling from your strings that you prefered to recall to as "shackles"

Shadows of figures that represented "freedom" came and went through your cage for what felt like hours. Then a peculiar shadow was placed upon your shame once more....and didnt leave. You dared not to move but then-!....

'Creeeeake'

The door to your cage swung open. You felt the "shackles" around your wrists, ankles, and neck be cut and time stopped. No sound. No motion. Your eyes slowly arose with your head and met with the same crystal blue ones you had assumed to give you false hope just nearly hours ago. His smile cut through your "all hope is lost" thoughts like a knife and his hand was offered. You accepted.

He pulled you from the cage and for once you stood on your own. But that didnt last for long. You crumbled to the ground and hugged it with your knees and legs.

The man who restored your freedom back kneeled down next to you and smiled softly.

"Hello, my name is Fred, Fred Fazbear. I-I didnt think you looked too comfortable in that cage. What is your name?"

His voice was smooth and calm, reasuring and relaxed. It was kind and inviting. It made you blush, you've never heard suchva kind welcoming voice in your life. "I-I... My real n-name is (y/n). Wh-what are you going to do with me?" You werent sure if you wanted to be afraid or trusting..... But his next set of words reassured you for sure.

"(Y/n) is quite a lovely name you have," lifted you bridal style, "and I am going to simply give you a home and provide you of a family, for I simply want to give you 'freedom'"

........................................

That was about seven years ago. You are sixteen now and no longer considered a "toy" but a "person" or "young lady" to others. You like these terms and they were all possible thanks to your new "father". The man who rescued you. The man who gave you freedom.

Your father and you were actually heading to his newest establishment now. He owned several running establishments including the ones that were of pizza and other food services. This chain usually consisted of some sort of family themed attraction or shows. He recently added a pizzeria with animatronics called " Fredbear's Family Diner" a few years back. That closed down...... so he is preparing a new one to open within the next month. Fortunately for you, you got to see it first.

You and your father quickly arrived at the restaurant. This restaurant was definitely bigger than the last. Colorful. Bright. Everything was different, including the stage. You've never actually seen any of the animatronics before and in all honesty you were quite excited to take your first glance. Maybe even a little bit frightened.

"Well (y/n), these are the animatronics. I like to call them 'The Toys'!" with that your father parted the curtains in the most dramatic way possible. The curtains seperated. There in front of you stood three plastic coated animatronics. A bear, a chicken, and a feminine bunny.

"This here is Toy Freddy," your father gestured to the brown bear in the center. The bear had a light brown colored coating, rosy red cheeks, a black bowtie and a black top hat. His eyes were electric blue. "This is toy Chica," next he pointed to a yellow chicken with blush as well. She wore pink shorts and a bib that read "Lets Party" in all bubble letters. She also seemed to be holding a pink cupcake on a small plate with.........eyes? "And this is Toy Bonnie," he said finally pointing to the cyan blue bunny on the far left of the group. He was the most "decorated" out of the gang with purple eye shadow and bright electric green eyes; adorned with blush just like the rest. He had a light shaded belly and huge toothed smile that spread across his features. He wore a red bowtie as "clothing" and supported a red electric guitar in his hands across the front of his torso, set and ready to play.

'......Toy Bonnie hmm?'

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