That Time in 1987. . . . (A FNAF Fanfic) (#WATTYS2015)

Bonnie

        After he had brought the group a ways away through a dark alley, Jonathan shoved them into the car. Each time they tried to get away, he used some unnamed force to pull them back. It wasn't hard to get them in, as he made multiple threats during the whole process. Bonnie had never thought she would experience something like this.

They were all put into the trunk, grunting. Freddy was still in the school and hopefully was trying to help them. Bonnie was absolutely afraid to not follow Jonathan's orders. She was the first to get into the car before the others did. She wanted to let a tear slip down her cheek, but instead held it. It was not the time. It was not the place.

Jonathan had tied everyone up and taped down the locks on the doors of the car so that no one could jump out of the car. They all waited, clumped together in a hot heap. It was dark outside, so the car was chilly and cold. The heat was one thing that Bonnie was grateful for.

Jonathan started up the car, putting the key into the ignition and turning it. With a low rumble, the car vibrated and sparked into life. Bonnie could hear Jonathan laughing in his throat, a soft hum or purr. Bonnie almost snorted in disgust, but stayed quiet as she felt the ropes burn into her tangled wrists.

"So," snapped Jonathan, the light of a car driving by flashing across his face. "Now that I have you all, why don't we play a game while we're in the car? It will be fun."

"No," Foxy spat. "Just take us where you're taking us or drop us off or something. Just stop trying to kidnap us! What do you want, anyways?"

Jonathan let out a long, sick laugh, his bright white teeth popping in the mirror. The rest of him was just pure . . . what was that color? Bonnie remembered it started with a P, but nothing else.

"What I want? Ha! You really think I'm gonna tell you? Such . . . an . . . amateur!" Jonathan was silent for a moment as they passed a few buildings and soon set out onto an empty road in the middle of a large field. There was no civilization other than the town behind them. That was when Jonathan began talking again. "Ah, yes. The game. What if we were all to go around saying a word to a . . . story? We make each sentence as we go around and the person who ends the sentence simply says 'period'. How's that?"

Bonnie knew that this man was evil and that he was kidnapping them all, but she couldn't help but give into the offer. "I love this game. I'll play."

Chica nudged her with her elbow. Bonnie flicked her head over to her. "Hey, I haven't played this game in a while!"

With a big huff, Chica nodded. "Fine, I'll play. What about Foxy?"

Foxy looked at everyone and sighed. "Sure. Whatever."

"Excellent!" Jonathan exclaimed. "I will start off the story: When."

Bonnie went next. "I."

Then Chica. "Saw."

After Foxy, the story maintained the same order. As they went along, Jonathan would always throw in some sort of disturbing detail. Bonnie suddenly realized her mistake in deciding to play the game.

Their story went like this: "When I saw the dead rainbow, I said, "Kill all the big children." Then, I walked to a big clearing, muttering, "Never mind. I'll destroy all of the happiness."

The story stopped when they arrived at some large building. Bonnie looked up at the top of it and tried to read the words on it. She couldn't recognize any letters but "F", "R", "D", "I". The rest were completely faded by the darkness, the only possible light being the light of the silver moon.

Jonathan got out of the front and walked to the back seat, forcing all of the children out, even though they were still tied up. It hurt really bad, but they all were out. Bonnie couldn't run. Her feet were tied together as well.

"Come with me," Jonathan said with an evil grin. "Into the building."

(Sorry if it's kind of short. Not that I had writers block, it's just that I wasn't planning on writing much in this specific chapter. I mean, yeah, they do get kidnapped, but would you really explain every single blade of grass they drove past? It's best to keep the details inside of the car. Don't worry, it will get a lot more interesting once we switch the POV back to Freddy.

Happy(ish) reading, HenryHero)