The Sweetest Tree

5.

After the tea party, majority of the Sugar Shocks headed over to wander off to other events or general situations, Bonz-eye remained in her seat. She watched Lady Macaron organize the toothpaste caps and mini plates into clean piles, the table now being properly cleaned. Bonz-eye focused on the calming expression the royale pastry had, humming to herself as she continued to organize the empty table.

Once Lady Macaron finalized the neat piles, she took a deep breath and turned towards Bonz-eye, "Thank you, mon ami. For.." she took another deep breath, sniffling, "being here," Lady Macaron covered her vision from the bonsai warrior, not wanting to be embarrassed.

Of course, Bonz-eye noticing this behavior, quickly stood up and rushed over to the macaron's side. The warrior had never even imagined her madame sweetness to cry, it was a sight that she had never wanted to become a reality. Bonz-eye turned herself so she was fully facing Lady Macaron, hearing her soft cries yet harsh sniffling. She never knew that simply coming to the party would mean so much, however she didn't complain at all. Bonz-eye admitted that she would do whatever it took to make Lady Macaron happy whether it were to be tears, laughing, or just simply seeing her smile. Bonz-eye softly placed her cold, metal hands against Lady Macaron's soft and semi-warm ones that were laid upon her face. "M'lady.." she started with a soft voice, "You don't have to thank me for coming to this lovely tea party," Bonz-eye's hands then led down to Lady Macaron's arms, feeling her soft robot skin.

The sweet duchess gave a small gasp at the subtly physical action, feeling sudden tickles and butterflies within her circuits. Lady Macaron's crying had ceased for a bit; giving Bonz-eye the sign that she's listening, "If anything— I should be the one thanking you, Lady Macaron! Believe me when I say that it was such an honor being here, especially.. sitting next to you," The bonsai tree's voice went silent during that last part, hoping that whilst she said it to make Lady Macaron feel better, didn't want her to focus on that bit. Making things more awkward. "I-I mean really. Anyone would be lucky to be sitting next to the royal Lady Macaron! Seriously, I don't even think I'm good enough for that kind of treatment," Bonz-eye joked nervously, attempting to make the atmosphere brighten up and possibly lift up Lady Macaron's feeling.

Bonz-eye heard once again Lady Macaron's sudden silent gasp whilst her whining had been hushed completely. She watched as Lady Macaron lifted her head up from her hands to have both of their eyes making direct contact. Sharp yet softened eyes met with teared up hazy ones. Lady Macaron still felt the subtle grip Bonz-eye had on her arms, almost holding her in place, "Ne dis pas ça! Don't say that! Never say that you don't deserve to be right by me, never ever!" The royal pastry once again cried, showing that Bonz-eye's plan failed in a way. She saw the macaron's hands move to her own cheeks, Lady Macaron's soft, suave, and sweet hands against Bonz-eye's wooden, cold, and firm metallic skin. "You deserve it all, ami." The royal pastry whispered softly, staring into Bonz-eyes spectacles.

The two bots suddenly jolted up once Lolly Licks screamed with worry, "Guys! Hurry up it's almost morning!" She sweated anxiously, unaware of what the macaron and bonsai were just doing.

Lady Macaron gasped and pulled her hands away from Bonz-eye in a rush, "Oh no!" her dressed bounced as her heels clacked whilst she ran to her hiding place. Bonz-eye quickly shook her head to snap herself out of her romantic trance and focus on hiding before any flesh-creatures saw her.

The bonsai tree quickly stood in place trying to decide if she can make it in time to the lost-and-found before anyone were to see her. Then she thought, 'Ah! I'll just go through the vents!' Snapping her fingers at the idea, she quickly high jumped on several displays and decorations of the bakery as she kicked through a loose vent. Somersaulting deeper into the vent, she panted out of worry. Worrying that possibly a flesh-creature had seen her, either way Bonz-eye had to get to the lost-and-found before any of the lost bots were to fret.

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Sliding down the long slide of a vent, she swiftly landed upon the dusty, wooden desk in the dark lost-and-found room. The dark atmosphere was no issue, many bots were able to see in pitch black rooms, including herself. Bonz-eye looked around to see if any of the other bots were active. She jumped off of the large desk and walked over to the cubby shelves, feeling a slight uneasiness from the lack of interaction from the others. Clogstopper or Kikmee didn't give her a surprise hug or tackle, Dimlit's lenses weren't flashing with excitement, and Burgertron wasn't giving her and the others a long speech about how worried they all were. She had suspected something. She was a samurai after all, she'd never let her guard down. Making her way to each shelf she noticed, they were present.

The reason why they didn't greet her was because they were all asleep. Bonz-eye exhaled with relief, now relaxed with the knowledge of her friends being safe. That was until she came across Dimlit's cubby, there was the flashlight bot, sleeping safe in sound surrounded by his comfortable blankets and mini-stuffed animals. However she noticed a piece of a gum wrapper with a tiny doodle that seemed to be crayon upon it in his hand. Bonz-eye leaned in closer to get a better look of the drawing. It was in green crayon specifically then she noticed, it was a tiny doodle of her. The samurai had to admit, she adored how sweet and kind Dimlit was. She saw him as a little brother. So seeing the flashlight make this small drawing of her really warmed the bot's robotic core. With a sweet grin upon her face, she climbed up higher to her cubby and sat upon her bed.

Bonz-eye took off the suit that she had been wearing to the tea party into her regular metallic clothing. She paused. Taking in a moment to rethink about what had just happened. Sitting on the semi-comfortable mini mattress, "Why would they invite me.." She thought, confused. Bonz-eye was nowhere near to be classified as a Sugar Shock, she doesn't even have her own original squad other than the Lost Bots. "A tradition so sacred to them.. to Macaron," It just didn't add up.

The tea-party was usually meant for Sugar Shocks only, so why was Bonz-eye an exception..?