Regrets

Lists

I do have multiple regrets. You'd think one of my biggest would be attempting to kill Gregory, but that one is very low on my list.

My first regret, I think, is being so unable to control my emotions that I always wreck my room after every performance, but that one doesn't even begin to amount to my other regrets. 

My second regret, and without a doubt the biggest, is decommissioning Bonnie. 

My third regret, and this one is the worst, is acknowledging he's still alive. 

I wasn't originally meant to perform. At first, I was just Bonnie's understudy, a spare animatronic in case Bonnie malfunctioned before a performance. I wasn't meant to actually hold his bass, to play his songs, to stand on stage in front of countless people every day. 

He reminds me of this all the time. 

He had been the one to suggest I be built; he said in the event that he malfunctioned or broke down, he didn't want Freddy to perform alone with the rest of the band. Typically Bonnie stood next to Freddy during performances, playing his bass and Freddy singing on vocals. The two stood so close, sometimes even back-to-back, always giving each other these friendly and familiar smiles. He didn't want Freddy to not have someone next to him if something happened to him, so he suggested an understudy. And then, I was made. I didn't seem at all related to Bonnie, the only thing at all forming a connection between us was the fact I was made to play bass. 

I wasn't originally built with a chip to teach me bass, I was built with insert slots for those chips so if I was needed to play, the people who worked at Parts and Service would remove my faceplate and slide in the chips. 

I knew I couldn't play, I knew I couldn't just walk on stage and do anything unless something happened to Bonnie. And at first, I was fine with that. I watched from behind the audience as the band sang together, almost entirely like the original four animatronics from the first Fazbear's Pizzeria. The only different animatronic was Roxy; she knew she was a replacement for Foxy, and while she wouldn't ever admit it, she didn't think she'd ever be able to live up to his level of popularity or the expectations he left behind. She would constantly tell herself she was the best so she'd feel better about it, but sometimes you could hear crying from her room at night, and you'd know she was in one of her moods. 

It was fun to watch their shows; Roxy playing her keytar, Chica shredding her guitar, Bonnie plucking at his bass quickly, and Freddy on vocals. They always sounded so good together, and they all looked amazing on stage together; it was hard to imagine a scenario that would cause me to have to play on stage beside Freddy. 

But, as time passed, so did my docile nature towards the situation. I was built to play the bass if needed, I had existed for so long without notice from anyone, and I'd never even held a bass once. I'd never played, I'd never stood beside any of those who were in the band, I was just the forgotten animatronic who was mentioned once and built, then never used. I would wander the pizzaplex at night, antsy and wanting something to do. I craved something, but I didn't know what; I had no clue what drive there was inside me that was keeping me from sleeping at night, keeping me from being calm, keeping me from being myself. I felt...angry, almost. Restless. I just could never sit still, I was never able to stay calmly inside my own head because soon my thoughts turned sour in a way I couldn't put into words.

One day the word for what I was feeling hit me; jealousy. 

I had been in the middle of watching a show when I realized what the emotion was. I was staring up at Bonnie, looking at how close he was to Freddy as he played his bass, and I couldn't help but feel that I wanted to be in his place, that I wanted to be the one on stage, the one who was such good friends with the others onstage beside myself, the one who had everyone loving me, who had the others take notice of me. I realized I was jealous of Bonnie, that I wanted what he had. I also knew that the only way I could ever be on stage and have that is if Bonnie malfunctioned or went out of commission. 

A plan started to form in my head. Thinking back on it, I should have never even thought about what I did, I should have never done it. At that point, though, no one could talk me out of it. 

I told Bonnie after the show that day to meet me at the empty area that was still being decided on what the attraction would be, what is now called Monty Golf. I stayed in the area near the entrance, and as soon as Bonnie entered, I turned off the lights. "Hey- woah- Monty? Are you in here? Monty? Mon-" he spoke, me cutting him off by beginning to slash at him with the claws I was given that were longer so I could better play bass, knocking him to the ground. I began to tear open his torso, ignoring his loud pleas for help. "MONTY! NO, STOP! STOP! FREDDY! FREDDY, HELP ME! FREDDY PLEASE! MONTY STOP HURTING ME! FREDDY-!" he screamed, calling his friend to come to save him, his friend who was completely oblivious of what was happening. I clawed just a little too deep, cutting a wire that connected to his voicebox, cutting off his way of communication mid-cry. "FREDDY, HELP ME PLEA- ea- a- ck- ks- sh- a- e- oo- krrrr-" he muttered, being cut off mid-word and his voice being replaced with sounds growing ever-quieter as his voicebox malfunctioned to the point of breaking and silencing entirely, him now unable to speak and tell anyone he was still in working order besides a broken voicebox. 

I stood over him, looking down at him with eyes full of hatred. "You suggested I be built, but I never got to play. I never even got to hold a bass, Bonnie. You're the reason I exist as an animatronic with no use. Now I'm going to replace you, and you won't be able to tell anyone what I did. I'm sure Freddy will be happy to hear he couldn't save you. Have fun here, alone. You'll run out of charge soon~" I spoke, then began to walk away. I ignored the sounds of his metal torso dragging himself up off the floor, walking out of the automated door and watching it shut behind me. 

"Bye bye, bunny," were the last words I spoke to him specifically before I left him there, walking back to my room, feeling proud of myself. I knew I'd finally get to perform, that I'd be the one on stage, the one everyone stared at with wide smiles. Now that I look back, I know that was the biggest mistake I could ever make in my life. 

When I sat in my room, I pretended I didn't do anything, pretended I had no clue what happened to the bunny that everyone loved so much. So when one of the human staff walked into my room and asked me if I knew where Bonnie was, I said no in the most believable tone I could, and they believed me. They told me if he wasn't found that I'd have to play in his place, and I nodded, pretending it was just in understanding rather than excitement. 

They later found him in what is now the Monty Golf area, and after seeing his condition, took him to Parts and Service as well as me, taking out his bass playing chips and giving them to me, all five minutes before the next show would play. They gave me extra chips, however, chips I didn't need- I gained his rabbit jump ability, as well as extra mobility. Which should have raised more red flags in my head than it did, but it didn't- I didn't question it at all, and I and the rest of the band stood on the raising and lowering platform, raising ourselves up to the stage. I clutched the bass in my hands that once belonged to Bonnie, ghosting my fingers over the strings as I went over the song chords in my head. 

"Monty, why are you here? Where's Bonnie? What happened to him?" Freddy asked in a worried voice, making me feel slightly guilty, but I brushed it off and simply replied, "I have no idea."

That was the beginning of the hell I went through.