Toy Bonnie x Withered Bonnie

Chapter 7

Toy Freddy takes a deep sigh, and looks at Marionette.
"Alright. I'll..try and give this all a shot, who knows, it may just work."

"Wait, you're..actually going through with it? For real?" Mangle says in a monotone manner. His shoulders are slumping and he's slightly glaring.

"Do we really have a choice in this, Mangle? Marionette already explained we have little to none other options, we may as well give this a try." He answers, giving a 'I don't even know' look and shrugging his shoulders.

"Freddy has a point, although it seems extremely dangerous-like. We've done practically nothing to them, yet they did all of this. If we don't do something about it, things are going to escalate, most likely.." Toy Chica sighs. She nods to Marionette, signaling her approval.

"W-Wha?! You too, Chica?! You're all seriously going to allow this to happen?! B-Bonnie?!" He looks at me for reassurance, causing me to feel guilt.

What do I even say? Yes, no, maybe so? Everyone has a point here, and I feel as if I'm choosing sides. I don't honestly know what to think. I don't want to get hurt, but I also want this bullshit to just stop. It's maddening, and they didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon until Marionette popped in.

"D-Don't look at me, I'm at a loss for damn words..Everyone all has good points, but I don't know..if I'm wanting to wait until it's too late. I don't want anyone else to get hurt in the future." I shrug my shoulders and rub the back of my head nervously.

I hear a heavy sigh, and he crosses his arms. Mangle's ears are low, and she's thinking for a while.

"You aren't obligated to like this idea, Mangle. I understand if you are too hesitant to accept-"

"N-NONO, I-I accept, sorry." He stammers out, sounding extremely nervous.

They all sigh with relief, and Marionette begins evaluating the plan more. His words soon become muffled as I get drowned into my own protruding thoughts.

I'm not sure how this is all going to unfold. I grow tense, thinking about all the possibilities about how my friends and I are going to be treated like shit for a few months, max. I don't believe they can change. I don't want to become friends with them.
I don't want them to feel the satisfaction of making our lives just a pain. I remember what Withered Bonnie did to me, how he almost strangled me, how he was so eager to kick down the stall doors in the men's bathroom.
I begin panicking and cursing myself for even remembering that. Why is it specifically me that he's targeting, does he hate me the most? What did I ever do, anyways?

My thoughts were interrupted  when Marionette was waving his hand in front of me, being surprised at the unexpected motion.

"Bonnie, are you alright? You seem a little dazed." He looks down at me with a confused expression.
The others turn to look as well, noticing my lack of attention.

"O-Oh, yeah sorry, I'm fine. Just a little scared, is all." I lied. I'm absolutely terrified.

"Are you sure, Bon? You tend to keep things to your-" I quickly shut down Toy Chica's interrogation.

"YES, I'm fine! Gee, quit worrying about me so much, will you? C-Come on, do I look like I'm worried?" I half joked, rubbing my arm and smiling.
Everyone still looked concerned, but decided to drop it. They knew I wouldn't ever say anything if I was ever heavily worried about something.

After we all discussed the plan that took about an hour, Marionette then walked us out of Kid's Cove. We were eyeing everything suspiciously, weary of the older Animatronics suddenly popping out.
Mangle was still limping, but Marionette had told him that he would be fixed shortly after the whole ordeal is done.