Toy Bonnie x Withered Bonnie

Chapter 8

Withered Freddy's Pov

I rubbed my temples in annoyance and anger. It's not uncommon for me to lose my cool in a disagreement with someone, especially a Toy. This case was especially annoying and aggravating.
I fixed my top hat and didn't bother looking back at Toy Bonnie as he walked away. I very much dislike when Toy Animatronics just freely roam around my friends. It's..unneeded..
I walk back into the Party Rooms and lazily wave at them. They're using a board game that I'm not too familiar with. Since Chica has her, well, ahem, limits, she needs Foxy to help her roll dice and move her little cheap bootleg character around.
Bonnie is taunting Chica for her lack of hands and cackling to himself, as if he just told the best joke in all of eternity.
They see me and wave back.

"What were ya doin out there, Freddy?" Chica asks while turning back to the board game. She smacks a tiny red sword out of Bonnie's hand when he tried to steal it from the little nest she's made.

"Probably making out with someone in the corner, wouldn't be surprised." Bonnie snickers and turns away, avoiding eye contact.

Everyone else laughs while I just roll my eyes and sit down on the seat next to Bonnie.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I was just in Parts & Service looking for something. Nothing really happened." I lied.
It wasn't uncommon for me to lie to them, but I sure didn't like it. It was for their sake, though. Getting them riled up wouldn't make anything better, it would just create havoc. I really don't need that right now, ugh.
I smacked the back of Bonnie's head and flicked his ear with a few of my claws. He lets out a shout and 'glares' at me.
Over time, we created a few signals for when he's showing emotions. Flickering of both the red dots means he's annoyed, flickering for one eye means he's furious, and not flickering at all means he's content.
This time, he's flickering both of the red dots of where his eyes should be.

"Aye..when are we gonna get back out of there, officially, y'know? It's fun bein' back here n all, but I wanna eventually get back to our old home, not these puny, cramped Party Rooms.
It looks like someone threw 20 gallons of glitter and crayons in here, it be bad for my damn eyes." Foxy huffed, tapping his hook on the table impatiently.

"I'm not sure, yet. Mario over there is waiting to fix up some fox that was nearly fully dismantled. I wonder who caused that, then?" I rolled my eyes and threw my mic at him.
He dodged it and watched as it forcefully hit the wall with a loud clank, and glared back at me.

"Aye, It wasn't even my own fault! The dang lass wouldn't go with me, drastic measures is necessary for such a pain in the ass.."
Foxy threw a few napkins at me, and I just stared back at him with my elbow on the table and chin resting on my hand. Most of the napkins landed on the table closer to me, one on my shoulder.
Some landed between Bonnie's ears and his 'face', and he threw some paper plates at Foxy back.
Foxy is God awful at aiming.

"Ugh, whatever! I just want to leave the damn Party Rooms and roam freely, I'm tired of being cooped up in here..Those little idiots don't deserve to have the whole place to themselves.." Chica said impatiently, tapping her foot on the hard ground.

"Goddamnit, you two, how about you go complain to Marionette? That thing is busy fixing one of the Animatronics, it's not up to me to decide when the meeting is about to start. I want to leave as well, I'd rather go in the same room as the Toys than be in a room with you guys." I placed my hat on the table and groaned.

"Yeah, sure pal. I bet you couldn't go a day without us, since we're..mostly me, are so damn awesome." Bonnie sighed and leaned on the wall, observing his hand.

"Believe me, it's truly a tragedy just to even look at you all because of your dismantled states. I'm surprised that I'm the better looking one, considering I've been in the same rotting room as you all." I scratched behind my ears and yawned.