Why Can't You Just be Mean? | Withered Bonnie x Toy Bonnie

Threats

Sitting in the parts and service, I sat down. ~ I wish we could’ve finished the last song.~ I’d think.
“Ay, Where did YOU go?” Foxy spat, curling his lip.
“Yeah, you and the dumb bunny dissapeared-” Freddy pitched in,
“Toy bonnie.” I stopped him- With unintended coldness in my voice.
“What?” He said- retaliating the mood.
“His name is Toy Bonnie.”
“So? You ditched us! We had to spend all night with the stupid ‘toy’ animatronics.” Chica pitched in.
“Well.. I was- Sabotaging.. Them?” I said, not wanting them to be mad.
“Ooo, smart- aye? What did you do?” Foxy said, smirking at Freddy.
Pancing, I looked around. I looked at my guitar. “ I.. Made him learn a bad song.. So his performances would be worse.. And they might retire now?”
Everyone seemed pleased with my answer, so I let myself relax.
“That stupid chiken.” Chica looks everyone in the eye. “Her bib doesn't even say the right thing. Now its just stupid. And her head is Way too big. Have you all seen the size of that bubbled brain?” Chica mocks, and everyone else agrees.
“The Fat-Bear’s teeth are WAY too big.” Freddy chimes in, smiling like he is any better.
“And.. What did the employee call it, ‘Mangle’? It looks like a pile of half eaten pizza crust! Who even lets her around kids? So hideous.”
The band all looks at me, expecting me to say something.
“Yeah.. Uh. And Toy Bonnie.. He.. Is.. SUPER.. Annoying.” I had a total voice crack, and was super surprised they all believed I meant it. ~I did though, right?~ I thought to myself. ~He is annoying, and I should stick with my band, I've been with them since.. Forever.~ I saw movement at the door. I glance at it- And get a glimpse of bright, clean yellow. ~Toy chica.~ I thought for a moment, before realizing. ~She must’ve heard!~ I was about to get up, but two people came in, and everyone stopped talking.

“Did you see the nightgaurd leave? He didn't pass us.”
“Nah. Maybe he went home early, crybaby.”
“He isn't here. Only these nasty, old animatronics.”
“Why do we have to keep them again?”

They kept going, but I tuned them out.~I hope she doesn't squawk at Bonnie. I don't want him to be mad at me. I couldn't live like that.~ The day shift left our room, and we were all alone again.

It was night again, and I stood up.
“Remember the first song we played?” Freddy laughed.
“How could I forget?” I'd smile, thinking of the horrid beat.
“I could hear it all the way from pirates cove! I wanted to pull off my own ears.” Foxy pitched in. Chica started singing the beat, as we all pitched in, and laughed while walking out of the parts and service room.

“Heeeey Bon!” Toy bonnie waved at me.
“Hello!” I waved back. The whole crew quieted down, awkwardly.
I looked at toy chica, and she looked at me back, with a mischievous look in her eyes. She walked over to me with her hands together, as if she was innocent.
“How was yooour day, Bon?” The pet name was disgusting when she said it.
“It was fine.” I spat, bitterly.
“Can I talk to you for a minuteee?” She said in a soft voice, the voice you use for children who are about to hear bad news. The voice you use to get kids to come follow you, and trust you.
“Sure.” I showed no emotion, and followed her away from everyone's sight, into the kitchen. She looked away, and then looked back with her beak off, and her eyes black- and made a jarring noise. Toy chica grabbed my bowtie, and held me against the wall threateningly.
“I know what you said last night. Nice to Bonnie upfront- and turned around? You two faced-”
“No face.” I corrected her, chuckling.
She growled, and threw her metal fist into my jaw.
“Your stupid jokes. You take everything as a joke.” She curled her lip.
“So what?! I don't take everything as a joke! I-” She cut me off.
“Ill tell all you said. That you think he is annoying. And you, how did you say it, ‘sabotage him’?” She smiled.
“NO-!” I yelled. “What do you want from me?!”
“What do I want?” She laughed, satisfied. “I have lists and lists of what I want. It just depends how far I can push you.”
“Anything!” I blat. “Just.. Don't tell him anything. Please.” I looked her directly in her eyes, which seemed to make her mad. Chica threw me to the ground, and looked the other way. “Just.. Do whatever I tell you. I won't say anything to Bonnie, yet.”
~Yet?!~ I thought, getting up, I wouldn't let her out of my sight until we both left the kitchen.