Chica walks back into the room. She looked like she had been crying. "S-sorry Jeremy, I guess Im just stressed about our situation. Um, whos memory did you just see?" I turn Bb towards her and he smiles a weak smile at her. She walks over to us. "I guess you would find out soon enough. Thats were siblings." I nod. An awkward silence falls over the room. "I know why you don't want to show me your memories, so show them to me when your comfortable with me seeing your past. She smiles and says "Right." Mangle walks over to us and says "How about we have some fun before the animatronics come." I smile. "I have a game!" I say. Bonnie sits in front of me and asks impatiently "What is it called!?" "Tennis!" I say back. He gives me a confused look. "Its a hand game." I say as I put out my hand. He does the same. We grab eachothers hands. "We slap eachothers hands until someone gives up." I explain. I slap his hand. My hand hurts. He gives no reaction. He slaps my hand. Bad idea. I pull back my hand and start blowing on it. It stung really bad. "I win!" he shouts as he gets up and does a little victory dance. Chica watches him and blushes. She sits in front of him and says "Lets play concentration!" we all gather around in a circle. Bb goes out, them me, Annie, and mangle. Bonnie and Chica are having a duel to the death. "Catagory! Clap clap clap clap, Presidents!" I would of never won. "Aberham Linkoln!" shouts Chica. "Ben Franklin!" shouts Bonnie. "George Washington!" screams Chica. "Teddy Roosevelt!" Responds Bonnie. "Betty White!" screaches Chica. Bonnie lets go of her hands. "Betty White isnt a president! I win!" Chica starts laughing and so does Bonnie. We all get back into a circle. Annie purposefully sits by me. "So this is what its like when the other guys arn't around?" she asks. I nod. We play until Mangle and Baloon boy lose. I cant believe Im still in the game. "Catagory: Personality!" we all start to laugh a little, because it was such a wierd choice. "Friendly!" "Well-rounded!" "Goofy!" When it's Bonnies turn, he acts a little strange. "B-b-bad personality." he says. We hesitate a little, then Chica goes next, continueing the game. "Crazy!" "Strong!" "Sweet!" Bonnie's pupils turn white. "Lonely personality." he says in a slow voice. We stop the game. "Why are you being so negative?" asks Chica, who has a big grin on her face. Bonnie's head is down, staring at the floor. He tightens his grip around Chica and Annie's hands. "Ouch! Let go!" says Annie, who is trying to pull her arm away. "Why doesnt please help me anyone accept me!?! The hate is taking over." asks Bonnie, whos eyes are now completely black, and his pupil is completely white and glowing.
Sorry for late update! Been thinking about this part! Hope ur enjoying so far! (*'▽'*)♪
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The untold story of 5 nights at freddys 2
Fanfictionthere is more to just sitting in a room and putting on masks. what if you got up and rommed around the building. what if the animatronics were on your side. you'll have to read the story to find out.
