Toy Bonnie x Withered Bonnie

Part 10

When everything got sorted out, me and Freddy went back into the Party Room. We had acted like nothing even happened.
Although it's just a small thing, I really, really did appreciate his understanding demeanor. It was..nice. This sort of  thing is a nice little break from all the shit that's been thrown at us these past couple of days.

I took a big and slow sigh and thought of how relieving it was to get this all off my chest. I looked back up at him and gave him a look that retained the vibes of, 'please don't tell anyone this, O.K.?' and slightly tilted my head.
He immediately noticed and understood, with his  ears perking up from the sudden signal.

He gave me a smile, gestured at the doorway, and proceeded to say, "You can go first, Bonnie." As he opened his mouth ever so slightly to show is gratitude, small visible parts of his fangs had showed through his innocent smile.
It was fascinating.

I gently smirked back at him and nodded as I went back into the Party Room.

Some Hours Later

After some hours of chatting, we decided to clean up the room and go to our stages. It was nearly 6 A.M., so we went ahead and made things fairly quick. As we went out of the Party Room, we saw the Withered Animatronics walking by and into the Parts & Service. They were clear as day glaring at us, especially Withered Bonnie, who was staring at me long enough to understand that I wasn't welcome in his vicinity, or the pizzeria. I began sweating and tried to look away out of nervousness. I didn't want to make him angry again, not after what had happened in the bathrooms.

I held my eyes shut in fear and turned my head away after remembering how he violently pushed me up against the wall, and threatened my life. He was serious that time. He's always serious when he's angry.

We tried to hurry up and go to the Dining Area, avoiding full eye contact.

We said our goodbyes to Mangle, and went on our own stage in silence. The building eventually turned silent and still; crickets could be heard from outside, it was at least a little calming. Today was too much of  a mess, things weren't doing so good. I just want this all to be over.

Time skip to a week later. (To actually get to the story)

I was cleaning and moving some items around the backstage, to get rid of some clutter that was ordered by Withered Freddy. Some of my friends have gotten told to do things when I was already doing something, but those times were rare. I was..sort of used to this treatment, getting told what to do, and being pushed around a lot.

Especially by Withered Bonnie, I think he's the Animatronic that hates me the most, and so he gives me a lot of shitty tasks to do, even if they're so little. The worst part is that I can't do anything about it, I just have to sit there and take it all, as if my entire purpose was just to be ordered around and looked at as if I were a freak.

I eventually finished, and it took a lot of hard work to get it all done. I plopped down on the couch lazily in defeat, breathing a sigh of relief that I was finally done. Chores usually take up to an hour, and since this was backstage, it took me up to 2. I shook my head from the light headache and sat up.
I hazily turned my head towards the brightly shined vanity in the distance, and stared at the decor for a while. It glowed so bright, and I was soon finding myself getting up from the couch and slowly walking towards it. It was vastly similar to a situation where a moth is being attracted towards a source of light. My fast paced breathing came to a slow and steady pattern when I no longer became tired. I just became sterile. Calm, but feeling eerie.
I was staring into the mirror and various details engraved/placed onto the vanity. There were scuff marks, dents, scratches, lackluster paint jobs, and one blinking lightbulb on the verge of death. The list could go on if I were to list all of the flaws with this piece of furniture. It seemed run down, but it's always been there. I could hear static in the distance of a beat up speaker in this room, it was quiet and eerie.
It was solemn piano music and jazz, something sort of popular nowadays. It was a sweet tune. I stared at myself in the mirror, looking at my now even more hidden claw mark. Over time, I found some strong scented baby blue expensive markers from the basket at the Party Rooms. I went digging somewhere else and found some duck tape as well, and thought of it as a perfect opportunity to cover up my imperfections.
I took the time hidden away from everyone to successfully color the tape to a color close enough to me, and put the tape tightly onto my shoulder. My bow tie is now placed in its rightful place, but my shoulder still looks fairly obvious if you look close enough. Some oil has dripped though from the newly found pressure. It'll be fine. I just want to be closer to feeling perfect again. I want to be perfect.
I need to be.