Romantics and Robotics || Glamrock Bonnie X Reader

12. Break Through

You decided that since Dee isn't quite getting through to your colleague's. Maybe you could give it a try.

Stepping into the plex late at night never fails to unnerve. You head down Rockstar road, flashing the security bots your maintenance badge.

After noticing both Bonnie and Monty hanging around inside, you attempt to sneak down past Freddy's room.

You think you've made it without being seen but; the telling sounds of a door sliding open and animatronic feet dashing over proved you wrong. This leaves you nearly unfazed when being swept up into large metal arms.

"Superstar!" Bonnie cheers, twirling and holding you close, "Why didn't you tell me you'd be here?"

You'd feel awful telling him he'd be in the way of your current mission.

"I just need to talk to Clark and Nix." Before he could ask you to clarify you said, "A serious talk. I can't have any distractions."

This only seems to rile him up more.

"Oh? Am I too distracting for you?" He purrs.

Knowing him, you're sure back tracing won't help. So, you double down.

Caressing his face you bring him in close to lead him for a kiss. As he leans in you grab his chin and give him a stern look.

"Absolutely." You stroke his chin with your thumb, "But you'll be a good boy and wait for me, right?"

The dazed look and small nod are enough for you. Unfortunately, he's broken from his trance as you walk away. You turn back and fix him with another hard look but he holds his hands up defensively.

"I just want to wait outside. I can walk you to the daycare after." Bonnie smiles innocently at you.

"Fine, hurry bunny. I wanna get to both of them before they leave." You usher, whipping around and continuing down.

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"I just... I dunno." The young man scrubbing at Chica sighed.

You crossed your arms, fed up with his wishy-washy answers.

"What do you mean, Clark?" You ask, trying to keep the annoyance out of your voice.

Clark, aka Chicas mechanic, takes a half step back. He has Chica reclining in the pink chair that sits in front of her vanity. With her stomach hatch wide open, she smiles apologetically at you.

"Well, you know better than anyone that Dee's not always... reliable." Clark half-heartedly answers.

You've tried being nice for the last ten minutes and you still haven't gotten a real answer. Maybe you just need to push him to speak his mind.

"What? You think she asks me to cover for her, last minute and suddenly she's a liar?" You poke at him.

Literally, you poke him in the arm and he makes a face as he rubs the spot.

"Ugh, no, I just. I- ah." He groans, "I don't know!"

You've known Clark for some time now. You two aren't exactly friends but you're one of the few mechanics he's opened up to.

"Clark? What's wrong? This isn't like you" You ask, placing a hand on his shoulder.

He pauses his scrubbing but doesn't look at you.

"Like you would know..." He mumbles.

The words may have been spoken softly but it hit you hard. You suppose you haven't been checking in on him recently. Always too busy to stop by.