Ol' Big Ears

Day 5Ax3 - Ol' Big Ears

Day 5Ax3 - Ol' Big Ears

"How do you feel?"

"Hi." You say with a wave.

His eyes go wide. "Ahh! M-mont*bzttt* D-*bzt*-Don't hurt me! I*bzzt* didn't mean it! DON'T TOUCH ME!" He starts flailing in his seat, scrambling, trying to get away from you. His voice box sounded off. He was panicking and shouting incoherently.

He tried to get out of the chair but failed, having grown unfamiliar with movement. As he struggled to stand up, he fell, partially falling in-between the seat and armrest. You run to catch him. You hold his arm as he gets the other one free from in-between the handle and seat.

"Calm down, calm down. It's alright. You're safe. You're safe." You try your best to calm him. Memories were flooring him. Now realizing he was not facing Monty he beings to simmer down.

You allow him to regain his posture as he sits upright. He begins moving around, testing his hands out and checking his arms and legs. He's still slightly panicked so you give him a wide berth.

"Y-you gotta stop him-the-*bzttt*-himzz*bgtt*-member-M-m-m-Monty-he'*bbbzzzt*". There clearly was something wrong with his voice box. Maybe that chip was important? He was now shaking in fear. You get closer to him. "It's alright, we have Monty. He's not gonna hurt you anymore." You try to sound soft and help him relax. You place a hand on his arm. He flinches at first pulling his away. He stares at you at you, eyes wide and full of sadness.

"Urgh-I-Iurk" Bonnie coughs. He pushes you out of the way and throws up to the side, a light blue liquid emerging out his throat. It occurs to you that it was that dried battery fluid now warming up. You must have missed a spot. Bonnie coughs a few more times spitting up blue-ish drops.

He stops shaking and you just stay back and allow him to get out of his system. After a few minutes his shaking and fear begin to subside. He tries to sit upright, still struggling to do so. You continue to watch. He was still fidgeting a lot and suffering from a terrible bout of anxiety.

He finally looked around surveying his current whereabouts. Had he finally registered his surroundings? He looks to you and you notice that one of his eyes had gone lazy. A loose screw maybe.

Seeing how he wasn't panicking anymore, you feel it's time to talk now.

"How do you feel?" you ask.

"I can't *bzzt*-see." Maybe a screw was actually loose. His voice box also needed fixing.

"Let's start with your voice." You say.

"Could you open your chest up?"

"Mhmm." He mumbles and lies back. His chest pops open and but it appears to have a little trouble. You think the hinge could be jammed but it could also have been you screwing with it earlier. Plus he was probably still unfamiliar with moving. Sure enough his voice box was a little loose. You fix that. Righty-tighty, as the old adage says. You notice that while you were working on him his hands were twitching and shaking slightly. Monty must have done a number on him, you think.

You considered scratching his chin but you had no idea how he's react to it. Maybe when he was less hyper. You get out of his chest area.

"Now for the eye. Can you look directly at me?" Bonnie does so bringing himself down to your level. You could see clearly into his eyes. Like the other band members they were two white spheres with a black circle for the iris and coloured circle around it. Bonnie's was purple and it glowed slightly. The light was fading, it looked like he was crying. Or at best, trying to suppress it and stay strong. You didn't think the light was damaged, just that he was making it do that.