FNAF: Fazbear Fright

1 AM, June 26, 1973

WARNING: STRONG LANGUAGE AND SENSITIVE SUBJECTS

Well, after a long-awaited rest, I stood back up with a smile.

"Alright," I told myself. "Time for round two."

I grabbed the remote again, which had now been given a new frequency, and pressed the red button. A few seconds later, I heard another stupid voice.

"Hi there! I'm your bunny buddy, Bonnie!"

I picked up my walkie-talkie and put it to my mouth, still sporting my smile.

"Well, guess what, Bonnie?! I hate your fucking guts!!"

"Oh, my! I don't like it when you say that!"

"Too bad, shitface!!"

"Please stop, or I'm going to have to tell an adult!"

"I AM an adult, dipshit!"

"Oh, my! I don't like it when you say that!"

At this point, I heard the robot getting closer and closer towards me. Fortunately, I was in the room, so I have nothing to worry about.

A second later, the stupid rabbit came around the corner, holding that stupid guitar. It made me sick just looking at it.

"Come and get me, Bon-Bon!" I said with a taunt.

"Hi there! I'm your bunny buddy, Bonnie!"

It walked towards me with that creepy face permanently plastered on. But soon...

"Ready to play, Freddy?"

"Oh, Freddy's not ready," I said innocently. "He's feeling under the weather."

"Ready to play, Chica?"

"Trust me, she'll be here soon enough..."

Finally, it was right in front of me. But it then stopped, took a step back, and walked towards me again. It then repeated this pattern as my smile grew.

"I thought rabbits were supposed to be smart," I told the stupid robot.

"Hi there! I'm your bunny buddy, Bonnie!"

"But I guess you're just as stupid as the metal you're made of."

"Ready to play, Freddy?"

"Well, then I guess it's time to put you out of your misery!"

"Ready to play, Chi-"

CRACK!

I used the pipe from earlier to bash the fucking bunny in the head! When I did, it fell backwards, dropping the ugly guitar in the process.

"hI tHeRe! I'm YoUr BuNnY bUdDy, BoNnIe!"

"Well, guess what, Bonnie? You suck at playing the guitar!"

"oH, mY! i DoN't LiKe It WhEn YoU sAy ThAt!"

Without a verbal response, I reached towards the dumbass's left arm and yanked on it hard. It took a few tries to completely rip the robotic limb off. I smiled as I looked at the wires spark in the now bare socket. After tossing the arm behind me, I looked at that stupid face of his. It still sported that ridiculous grin.

"rEaDy To PlAy, FrEdDy?"

"SHUT THE HELL UP!!!"

"pLeAsE sToP, oR i'M gOiNg To HaVe To TeLl An AdUlT!"

With that, I grabbed his ugly face and yanked on it. I kept yanking with all my fury until I finally felt myself flying backwards and landing on my back. When I did, I noticed I was holding a purple face in my hand. I smiled as I looked back towards Bonnie, who was now missing and arm and a face.

"rEaDy To PlAy, ChIcA?"

Without a face, the bastard looked even scarier. Looks like I'm going to have to finish what I started. I grabbed the pipe and quickly struck him in the head one final time. At that, gears and other pieces of metal flew out and the robot stopped moving. A few seconds passed and nothing happened. I smiled at the dead bastard.

I then turned around and walked back into the room, still holding my precious pipe.

"This just keeps getting better and better," I told them. More muffled screams. I don't understand what all the screaming is about...

"Now," I continued, "who wants to help Bonnie?"

Suddenly, they all got quiet. Even though their faces were beet red from screaming and wet from crying, they were still quiet.

"Look," I told them calmly, "Either you volunteer to help, or I pick one of you to help. It can't get simpler than that! After all, you don't want to end up like the first boy who didn't do as I said, right?"

They quickly shook their heads, still sporting scared faces. I smiled at that.

"So, I'll ask again; who wants to help Bonnie?"

There was more silence for a few more seconds.

"Fine," I sighed. "I guess I'll have to pick somebody."

I looked over them all, deciding which one would be perfect for that stupid bunny. Finally, my eyes rested upon a certain one in a purple shirt.

"How about you?" I asked, pointing at him. His eyes widened and his head shook violently.

"But you're wearing purple!" I argued. "That's the perfect color for Bonnie!"

Screams could be heard muffled through the gag on his mouth, but it wasn't going to help him. I raised the pipe over my head and looked him in the eyes. All of them were screaming now, begging me to stop. Instead of stopping, I chuckled and looked at them all.

"You're just making this too much fun," I told them.

That's when the pipe went down.