Toy Bonnie x Withered Bonnie

Chapter 9

"So," He casually said with a hint of snickers trailing away. "Are you happy with your life, then, darling?" "Are you thrilled you don't get to see your friends experience agony and pure dread for the rest of their apparent lives, because of your selfish little outbursts? You're really the fighting type." He chuckled. His head was facing only slightly down towards me, and that made me flinch a bit.
He noticed.

I didn't reply to his odd question and stupid nickname that I've told him before to not call me. I just looked away from him, out of silent anger. I tried my best to hide my eye piercing glare, and it didn't help that he was right in front of me. I held my breath and had many thoughts wandering about in my head. What could I even say to defend myself? Or, what could I even do?
I don't know.

"What do you want, dude?." I tried my best to sound as calm as possible, and my ears were twitching out of annoyance in response as I glared directly at him.

"Say," The bluish-purple bunny stated. "I have a very specific request for you, Toy Bonnie."
He paused and chuckled softly.
"Are you up for that? Are you up for answering and accepting my question, that won't take longer than 10 minutes, huh little bunny?"

Those array of words that strung together sent an uneasy chill down my spine that caused me to shudder.
He said it so smoothly and casually that it almost seemed like he wasn't even trying to vastly intimidate me, almost as if he seemed 'normal.'
How fucking ridiculous.

I slowly looked up at him with a confused expression, furrowing my eyebrows.
"..Alright..What the hell is it, then?"

"Me and my gang decided to make a little sort of, well..system.
It's fairly simple, and we highly doubt you little Animatronics wouldn't fuck this up somehow, heheh."

"'System'? What are you getting at?" I squinted my eyes and my irises dilated.

"You'll learn to get used to it soon enough, short stuff. This isn't something you can just deny, (obviously..) but we decided to choose you as our first participant, just because you seemed to be the best candidate." He snickered.

He shifted his hand around in motions to emphasize what he was saying, and I only just realized how..sharp, his fingers were.
They almost looked like claws, as if they could perfectly and effortlessly slice through the tiles of the Pizzeria without any jagged or stuttered movements.

"Since we want you little robots to play by the rules without any unnecessary clutter, we've decided to make one Animatronic be the one to be doing all, or most of the tasks for a certain amount of time.
We don't really care who gets the job done, it just pisses us off when we don't get things we want right away. Since you're the one first, and you're more familiar with us than the others, you'll be the first one to go.
It seems easy enough, even for quite the little twat that you are."

I ignored his small comment towards the end of his sentence and thought for a bit. I wasn't honestly expecting this to happen so fast - it's overwhelming, to say the least.
I know I want my friends to be safe. But do I really want to put myself at risk for this? Do I even know what I'm getting myself into? Probably not, which is the suspicious part.

"So. Do you understand, Toy Bonnie?"

I leaned my back on the wall and slightly lowered my ears to muffle background noise. I was hesitant, I don't know what those things even specifically want, and it's a huge risk considering we are barely even acquaintances.

As I was pondering and looking at the ground, I felt a cold and metal hand carefully wrap around my shoulder. The unexpected temperature made me shudder and I jolted back in surprise, Toy Animatromics are designed to be warm. I've never felt this vastly freezing temperature before other than Withered Bonnie's touch, and it's a very distinct one.
This is exact movement is all too familiar.