FNIA: The Forgotten Soul

26: Pain

BONNIE POV:

"Need any help Evan?" I asked as I watched my boyfriend sloppily get into his work uniform.

We had not long since gotten out of the shower and dried off after our heated moment. I was already finished getting dried off apart from my still damp hair, and had chosen to forego most of my usual outfit and trade it off for Evan's hoodie and my stockings.

Evan however was taking longer to dry himself off and get changed thanks to his injuries. While he was now able to somewhat support himself without his crutches it was clear that he was still struggling. And it was taking him a lot longer than I would presume was normal to get his clothes on thanks to said injuries.

"I'm good." Evan replied as he finished buttoning up his work shirt before picking up his flashlight and stun stick and clipping them to his belt. "See. All done."

"Your clothes are a mess." I commented as I stepped closer and neatened up his shirt for him. "There. Now you're done."

"Thanks." Evan replied as he leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. Before he could lean away I made sure to steal a quick kiss on the lips.

"I'm never gonna get tired of that." I said with a smile as I handed him his crutches which had been leaning against a closet behind me. "I think I'm starting to get addicted."

"I don't know how to respond to that." Evan said with a chuckle as he grabbed his crutches and placed them under his arms.

"Never said you had to." I said with a grin as I walked over to the backstage door that lead out to the main party room, making sure to put a noticeable amount of extra sway in my hips so Evan got a good view as he followed me. "Come on. Let's go see the others."

As I opened the door to the main party room I found a view that wasn't exactly normal by any means. At least by average person standards. Everyone inside this building at the moment is far from normal. The majority of us are female Animatronics capable of intercourse, and then we have the teenage boy who is actually older than he looks but thinks no one knows that. Little does he know almost half of us found out.

The view in question was only considered odd thanks to what everyone was wearing. Those of us who had them were wearing our special clothes, clothes that we actually have to hide under our respective stages because we aren't actually meant to have them.

Freya was sitting on the edge of the main stage wearing her crop top cardigan and a pair of black thigh high socks, leaving nothing to conceal her black panties. Chica was lying on her back on one of the tables wearing her oversized sweater with nothing else besides her pink panties which were on full display thanks to the way she was lying down. Mangle and Foxy were talking with BB over by the kids corner doorway, both foxes wearing their special clothes while BB didn't have any. Ballora was currently nowhere to be seen. And Mari was standing over by the convention doors in her crop top Hoodie and a pair of white thigh high socks.

"Hey girls." I greeted as I came out from backstage. A couple of seconds after I walked through the door it swinged open again to reveal Evan who was following behind me.

"EVAN!" Chica and Mangle both yelled out with joy as he came to stand next to me. Which didn't last long as the pink and white blur known as Mangle tackle hugged him. Thankfully she was more considerate compared to when I did it earlier and Instead of ploughing him to the ground she instead lifted him off the floor and hugged him like a giant teddy.

"I'm so glad to see you ok." Mangle said with tears threatening to break loose. "You gave us a scare when you got hit by that truck."

"I-It's ok Mangle." Evan stuttered with a large blush on his face as he patted Mangle on the back. "B-but do you mind letting go? You're kinda putting pressure on my arm. Plus you're not wearing any pants."