Bon x Reader (TWF)

Up in this MF FACILITY

"OH MY GOD!" I scream out in pure horror as I see the lifeless, mangled bodies of multiple technicians. The scent of their bodies fills the air as every bit of my mind starts to shatter. Theres blood all over the floors, different metal.. what looks like endo pieces.. have been shoved in areas where their limbs should be. The scene is so terrifyingly gruesome that the amount of anxiety you'd normally feel from something was so much more than that. I can't breathe, falling back into something hard and metal. I trip, at this point not even caring because I'm far too busy losing my mind over what I see, feeling something catch me. It's claws dig into my ribs, making the task of breathing all the more difficult. I scream out as every part of me shakes in terror.

"Why so scared?" The thing behind me hisses out, "I made them beautiful.".
I can't move. I feel almost paralyzed in fear as I stare into the ring of corpses still in their sleeping bags. My eyes are rivers, my voice broken as I sob. I feel the claws begin to dig even deeper as I start to fear for my own life, the adrenaline running through every inch of my body.
It trails it's claws up my body, feeling every inch of my sides and shoulders before finally stopping and locking at my head. I sobbed out, expecting it to just quickly kill me as my eyes shut and my head began to turn. I tried to turn my body too, eventually it stopped. I open my eyes to see a large, blood soaked animatronic with empty eyes. I scream in horror as it's mouth moves and let's out a small, robotic laugh. It drags it's claws down my head and through the sides of my face, causing me to force them down and leave more damage. I instinctively begin to run backwards, eyes searching for any possible exit in this room. It just stands there, staring at me as it's arms hover over it's thick legs with it's claws leaking blood from it's previous victims and now me. I felt myself step on one of the sleeping bags, screaming and falling backwards while scooting as far away from the scene as possible. It laughed once again, beginning to walk towards me.

It walked so scarily that I almost fainted from how fast my heart was racing. The only light was coming from my flashlight but it STILL managed to be dark enough to barely illuminate this thing. It rustily and slowly snapped it's limbs in my direction as I realized the only way I'm getting out tonight is if I run, but I won't be able to. It was already too close to me. I was done for.

It finally got close to me, stopping just a few feet away. Maybe four. I tried to sit up but just fell back as I shut my eyes ready for whatever the fuck I was gonna have to endure.

But nothing happened. It never moved. It's been ten minutes of nothing. Was this how I was gonna suffer? Waiting all eternity for a death I won't get?
I stood up finally, allowing myself to stare back into this thing with a new found will to live.

It's eyes light up, looking all over the room, then dead at me. "Shit mad boring, aint it?" It spat out.
"HOLY SHIT.." I scream, realizing it's my homie Bon. "BON WHERE HAS YOUR UGLY ASS BEEN?"

"Maaan I been smoking mad weed, they got a new seller here and I had to move in." He sighed.
Damn man, this mother fucker had me so scared. I think I shit myself.
"Why does it smell like straight swamp ass in here tho?" He remarked, I blushed and stuck my hand through my pants and between my ass cheeks, letting the warm shit seep into it before pulling it out.

"DAMN THE FUCK? YOU SHAT YOUR PANTS." He spoke between gags as I wiped it onto one of the sleeping bags. "Damnit man you got some clothes?" I laugh it off, obviously flustered in embarrassment. Bon wheezed his lungs out, coughing up oil as he lights a joint.
"YO LEMME GET A HIT."
He stares at me in annoyance. "Wit yo shitty hands? Nah man."
I fucking cry, tripping back onto the corpses and losing it. He laughs his ass off, squirting oil from his throat into the air. I stare in disgust, wiping my tears. "Ayo?"
"Sorry," he says, "does that a lot. Think I got some tuberculosis in me."

I stare at the corpses awful ripped up faces. "Why'd you kill them? Better yet, MANGLE them?" I ask, still very shaken.
"They tried to reprogram me cause I 'smoke too much dope'." He said reluctantly.
"Dayum." I say. Mother fucker must have forgotten I shit myself or he's now too high to care but he hands me the joint and I inhale as much of that GOOD KUSH as I can. He stares in anger and slaps me with his metal claws, making the blood pour from my face even more. "YOURE TAKING IT ALL" He yells.

"You tried to KILL ME." I scream out. "You deserved it lol." He replies, smoking more and coughing up more oil.
This shits dumb. Why did he try and kill me. I aint done nothin. Fuck this rabbit ugly ass smelling like old cottage cheese and ranch. Mother fucking asswipe asshole ugly ass fucking FUCK. I stand up, angered, walking out of the room.
"Where you goin?" He follows me, walking behind me holding his big ass robojoint.
"Shut up thats why you got no cock you cockless dickless freak." I yell down the corridor as I walk towards the exit. Bon runs full speed towards me as I dart to the side, making him slip and bust his ass. I howl with laughter as I see his joint roll across the floor and hear his metal break. "DUMBASS!" I scream out between laughs.

"FUCK YOU DUDE." He yells as he gets up, dusting himself off and picking up his joint.
Totally deserved that.

"Come out to my car" I blush as he follows me, opening the door. We go out to my car and sit in it as my shit smell lingers in the air.
"Role down the windows my god" he coughs, gagging from the putrid nastiness. I roll my eyes like a sussy lil imposter and roll them down, kranken the car up and driving away from that place and to my house. Jk can't leave the forest.
"Bon how tf we get outta here." I say. He stares at me with a stupid face. "GO STRAIGHT." He pushed the wheel straight and I STOMPED on the gas, sending him flying through the windshield. "AUUUUGAHAGGG" he screamed as he bashed through it and rolled over the car. I laughed so hard I choked on my own tonsils as I got out to help him. I puked, feeling my spine come out, so I pulled it out. I started jumping rope over his body as he smoked in pain.

We stared at the stars, my ass cheeks flapping warm silky juice into his eyes as he screamed. (And creamed.)
We were in love. At least.. I was.