Silly goofy gaterbun oneshot

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For those who don't know about my au, I don't like writing bonnie as Jeremy bc he's like 8. Ho isn't interesting at all. So his name is Haru. I'd info dump about his life story but I shall not. Btw Haru is the OG bonnie. He was simply reused as bonnie because fazbear entertainment didn't want to waste money on new supplies B)

Also, they are humanoid. Slay. 

Haru (bonnie) POV

          It's 9pm on a Thursday. I'm laying on the floor in the atrium. As usual. God, I hate the chairs here. And the tables. The tables can die. They're ugly, cheap pieces of garbage. If they weren't so sturdy, I would destroy them myself. The floors are definitely better. They're pleasantly cold. I much prefer laying on the floors anyway. And beds. Beds are nice, but floors are better. Maybe I've gotten used to the floors. I guess that comes with sleeping on them for multiple decades. But nothing beats laying down in a nice cozy bed after a long day of work.

          On the contrary, I have to get up to clean my room or else it will never get done. Ugh. Fuck that. I have to walk. All the way to my greenroom. Ew. Walking. Walking is for losers. I guess I'm a loser. Because I'll have to walk all the way there.. This reminds me of Freddy. My Freddy. He always knew how to get me up in the morning. He also kept me company. He never had the audacity to call me Bonnie either. It's a damn shame that he's back in that underground facility. Ugh. I hate that I'm starting to miss being locked up in there. I begrudgingly got up and started walking to the elevators. I messed with my newly cut hair. I didn't continue working for this stupid fucking company for whatever the fuck years just to have to do more work.I heard heavy footsteps

         I sighed as I brought my attention to what's next to me. Monty happened to be walking by. "Hey cotton-tail." I sent a harsh glare at him, before crashing into a table. A loud crack rang throughout the room. "FUCK." I dropped to the floor. Suddenly the floor didn't seem so inviting. "OW-" I cradled my throbbing leg. I screamed in pain. "Jesus- um- bo-- Haru?"

         "FUUUUUUUUUCK. OOOOOOWWWWWW" I whined dramatically. Tears ran from my eyes. I felt a light hand get set on my head, directly between my wretched rabbit ears. "MY FUCKING GOD." I curled up a little. In my 38 years of being a dead 25 year old, I have never. EVER. Broken a limb before. I didn't know it hurt this bad. "B-Haru...? Did you break your leg..??"

        "I THINK?? OwwWww." He scooped me up in his arms. "Here. I'll....take you to parts and service.." I squealed. It. HURT. SO. BAD. "Jesus bon." He held me closer to his chest, earning a pained yelp from me. We got to parts and service. He laid me down on the table. He grabbed some tools. I groaned as I leaned back. "Bon---Haru. I need you to straighten your leg." I shook my head. "I don't want to make you." I glared at him. "Fuck. No." He gripped my leg lightly, yet firmly. "Don't you dare." I glared harshly. He slowly, yet firmly, straightened my leg. It continued throbbing, shooting sickening pain through my body as he cut open my fake skin. "OW." I lunged forward, ready to kick him in the face. "Stay still."

      "FUCK. YOU." I shouted. He gently patted my head. I tried to bite him, but it doesn't work. "It needs to be fixed, bon." I whined as he held leg down firmly. I tried to pull my leg away, but he held my ankle down firmly with his opposite hand. He set his hand on my upper chest. "If you don't stop moving, I will tie you down." He held me down. "No you won't." He let go for a second to grab the rope. It's annoying how there's a rope down here specifically for tying me down. Stupid fucking mechanics. I should be the mechanic instead. I've been doing it for much longer than those fuckers. He tied me down. Very tightly. He tied down my arms and my legs. Two sets for each limb. "Stay. Still." I responded with an angry glare. He continued repairing my leg. '"YOU MOTHER FUCKER." He held my leg still very firmly, despite the rope, and continued repairing it. "YOU FUCKING- MONTY STOP." He shot a glare at me and continued repairing my leg.