''Hey, Bon..C-Cmon, now, this--t-this isn't f-funny...''
Monty's voice was shaky, oil pouring from his eyes as he looked into Bonnie's lifeless sockets. Bonnie had...err, seen better days... Bonnie's ear was ripped half off, face not ripped off for once, but yet it was so severely damaged, it might as well fall off. He had no legs and his right arm was gone. It was evident it was Monty's fault- There was a golf club lodged in Bonnie's head, after all. But, was it REALLY Monty's
fault? Might have been a frame... But...Monty had watched helplessly as he was forced to destroy Bonnie. The love of his life, destroyed by his own claws.
''I-I s-s-still l-love y-you, r-rock...s-s-star...I-I a-all-always w-will, n-no mat-matter..w-w-what...''
Bonnie's voice was way past distorted, leaving Monty in horror and disbelief as Bonnie's power began to drain for the last time.
''N-No, Cmon...C-Cmon, Bon... D-Don't l-leave me. I'm not..n-not ready for you to g-go, n-not ye-yet...''
Monty quickly decided to take action, scooping Bonnie's mangled body up, running as fast as he could to Parts & Services, shoving staff bots aside. He couldn't just stay here, crying helplessly like a toddler over a dropped ice cream scoop- He had to do something, even if it was useless. He couldn't just let Bonnie sit there, and let himself cry over it. He put Bonnie in the repair chair, forcing a staff bot to repair Bonnie. Monty had tears streaming down his face as he paced anxiously back and forth, digging his claws into his casing. He should have done something to stop himself from attacking him. I mean, there had to be SOMETHING he could've done, right? Its not possible that there was simply nothing he coulda done. Theres always SOMETHING!
