Regrets

Hauntings

After I got to play on the stage that day, I felt so excited and happy, like I finally was fulfilling my purpose; everyone had been staring at me with such amazed and happy expressions, I felt more complete than before. 

One performance wasn't enough for me, though, and I played again the next show that day. Bonnie sat in Parts and Service, his battery dead and attempting to be repaired, at least that's what I thought. I figured that soon Bonnie would be fixed, and he would end up telling everyone what I did, and I would be scrapped. I tried to enjoy my time being able to play, knowing soon I would likely be torn apart and forgotten. But, the day never came.

I soon found out Bonnie hadn't been fixed, and that he had been removed from Parts and Service and put somewhere else as scrap when I asked about him out of pure curiosity. "He's been put in a backroom as scrap," I was told, and suddenly my metal what would be stomach lurched. 

I actually ruined Bonnie. He's wasn't going to be rebuilt, I was his permanent replacement. 

At first, I slightly panicked. I actually ruined another animatronic entirely purely because I was jealous of the attention they got. I practically ended a life. Then, I calmed down some. Bonnie couldn't hurt me, and no one would know I did it. I tried to remain calm about the situation, I was scared and felt guilty about what I had done, but I stayed silent at first. I nodded eventually before walking away, deciding to go find Freddy and tell him the news. 

When I found him, he was sitting down in his room on the couch that sat against the wall. "Freddy?" I mumbled, causing him to look up at me, surprised. "Oh, hello Monty. Did you need something?" he responded, and I couldn't help the guilt that was laced in my words. "It's about Bonnie...He's not- Well, he's not being fixed. He's been thrown in a back room as scrap," I said quietly, even my accent barely able to be heard. "He's not? Bonnie isn't being fixed-!? But he's so popular with the kids! I-I'm sure that he wasn't messed up that badly, I only saw his torso torn and one wire broken! There's no way he's that damaged, you've got to be joking!" Freddy had stood up by now, pacing back and forth across his room. "I'm not, Freddy. They haven't torn him apart or anything as far as I know, but they've left him as scrap. He's in some back room somewhere, Parts and Service didn't say where," I replied, and he began to pace faster.

"Bonnie can't be scrap! They've got to fix him! No offence to you Monty, but you're his understudy! Not his replacement! They've got to fix him! He's the one all the kids know, he's their favorite besides me! They've got to fix him, I'm sure it isn't that hard to fix a wire and fix the plastic and metal on his torso! He has his own attraction Monty, what's the point of Bonnie Bowl with no Bonnie!? I'm going to Parts and Service now, and I'm telling them to fix Bonnie!" Freddy stormed out of the room with a newfound goal in mind, me able to hear his stomping even when he was almost across the entirety of rockstar row. 

His attempts to get Bonnie fixed were useless, though, and they never fixed him. He stayed in that backroom, and I was recognized as the new bass player of the band, even if Bonnie still had his attraction. They began to try and get rid of the Bonnie posters and merchandise everywhere, but, of course, there was still Bonnie Bowl, and kids would ask who Bonnie was and where he was. The area that I had decommissioned him in became Monty Golf, and almost any trace of Bonnie once being the one who played in the band as the bass player had disappeared. 

My popularity grew, and soon enough my worries of any repercussions from what I did to Bonnie were gone. That was when the hauntings started. 

It began one night when I was in my room, ghosting my fingers over Bonnie's old bass as I imagined I was playing in front of a crowd again. I was changing the shape of my finger-like claws to form a different chord when I heard a loud scream of my name. Not Monty, Montgomery. The yell scared me, causing me to almost drop the bass, me yelling in surprise. I looked around frantically, unable to find where the voice had come from. "Montgomery, you fucking BASTARD!" I heard another yell, and this time I recognized the voice. Bonnie. 

Fear flooded my metal veins, me unable to figure out why I was able to hear Bonnie. I had decommissioned him a while ago, and his voicebox was destroyed anyway. He was thrown away as scrap, how would he have been able to get to me? "I know you fucking hear me," I heard him say again, venom laced in his voice. I began to shiver a little. "Bonnie...How...?" I muttered, hearing him yell again loudly in my ears. "YOU HAVE MY FUCKING CHIPS, THAT'S HOW!" he screamed. "I only have the bass chips!" I said back, my voice wavering in sheer terror. "You have more than that, and you know it! You have my bass chips, my core programming! You have my chips that involve rabbit instincts, that's why you jump so far! Those chips are almost my entire personality, of course I'm fucking here! And because you have my chips, I'm fucking stuck as scrap with NO WAY OF TELLING ANYONE I'M FINE!" 

I didn't know how to react. It's not like I could've walked away to ignore him, because his voice was in my head, but it was very much real. What scared me more though, was the severe resentment in his voice. The family-friendly bunny, that was so kind and innocent, that kids loved with their entire souls, was screaming at me and swearing so much it genuinely scared me. What was worse, he was speaking to me now, just when I had begun to forget him myself. "Can't believe you almost forgot me and what you did, Montgomery. You completely ruined me and my entire life."

It continued for the rest of the night, Bonnie screaming at me and telling me how much I ruined everything. Him telling me I'm going to regret what I did for the rest of my life. 

After that night, I didn't feel peace for another day of my animatronic life.