Something to Play with~ {toy bonnie x reader}

Turned to Tragedy

None POV ~

Your eyes cracked open to the bright orange rays of the sun shining in through your windows and the sweet soft songs of the birds beyond your curtains hitting your ears. Their sweet melody gave you a peaceful awakening with little to no protest from your body. You stretched by lifting your arms up and over your head guiding them to continue up even though they could not reach any farther. You pulled in a long, deep, breath of fresh oxygen, and held it. Then, with a bright smile, you let out the longest yawn of your life. You sighed softly to yourself, small and high pitched, honestly you thought you sounded like a little mouse. You could already feel it, today was gonna be good. But, why? Why did it already feel so fantastic? What were you supposed to do anyway? Hmm.... Your mind searched itself for a simple answer as to why today was so beautiful, why this morning you felt so excited about who knows what, why everything just felt plain awesome! Your (e/c) orbs slowly gazed around the room, trying to maybe spot something possibly totally unrelated that could in some way possibly remind you. Hmm....nothing seems to stand out yet...

Although, what you didnt know was that the very special "person" you were supposed to see was sitting in the back stage area of your dad's restaurant at a large single person vanity, anticipating your arrival. Oh so ecstatically he sat there, and boy was he more than just ready for you. He had everything planned, everything was prepared so perfectly. He set up so many different activities for the both of you to do alone that he knew there might just be chance that, after today, you would feel just the same way he did about you. Maybe, you would fall in love with him today. Wait, can he really say what he feels around you is love? Well, it most certainly different. And BOY did he like the feeling. You were always on his mind. Every girl he stole a glance at seemed to look like you, but only for just a moment. He's only seen you three times, and he already thinks that you are the most beautiful girl in the world. Maybe you would think he was the most beautiful bunny in the world..? Wait, what? No, handsome.....the most handsome bunny in the world. Gosh darn it. So many teenagers had been calling him a girl lately he's been starting to feel like one. He continued to sit at the vanity, staring into the mirror at his bright forest green eyes. He lazily blinked his purple eye lids and heavily sighed at the sight of his reflection. A big blue bunny with an overly excessive amount of makeup on his visages and ridiculously long and frilly eye lashes gingerly stared back at him. Wow, what was he thinking? There's no way you would love him; no way a beautiful young lady like you would ever find interest in a big, blue, bulky, clownish robot like him. That's all he is....a robot that was made to be played with...a TOY.

No wait now hold on a minute. He was a robot bunny with feelings, not lifeless and emotionless. He had a soul and he could think and remember....and love. Look see, he's thinking right now! Maybe he could win your love..... Maybe you would understand what being a TOY felt like...maybe.

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You had been staring at that cyan blue hairbrush in the corner of your room for about five minutes now and still nothing. Wait, blue, cyan, hair..... Oh! Today is the day you would get to hang out with Toy Bonnie! You felt your cheeks gradually incline in temperature. Geez, even thinking about that bunny made you blush a little. He was one of the sweetest males you had ever met! Well, I guess you could call him that; who cares if he was animatronic, he was human enough. Even you were a toy....once. With an explosive leap out from under the sheets, you hit the floor with your face like a boss. Such a boss that you sprang up again anyways as if nothing had happened and happily rushed to the bathroom; what a day this was gonna be.

~~~~~~its a small world after all~~~~~~~

None POV ~

There. There he stood. Nearly frozen, only so much freedom he had in his place on stage. His head turned, accompanied by the mechanical clicking and whirring of gears in his neck being put to work. Distant chattering, shuffling, high pitched screaming, and creaking doors were echoing in and out of his hearing; muffled by his mental thought. As his head continued to swivel back and forth, his forest green orbs scanned every inch of the dining room; every nook; every cranny;  every face and body, in mere hope to catch a glimpse at you. Alas, for the longer he looked, the more he lost hopes as he could not see you. You were not within the walls of the pizzeria, and it hurt to for you search and not land upon your beautiful face. Hmm, maybe you were outside the pizzeria. Maybe you were parking now and just about to walk in through the busy front doors. He slowly moved his head over to look at the front doors; yet again the loud mechanical whirring of machinery in his neck accompanying his movements. His electric green orbs locked on the door and everyone who came in through it. He didn't care, he'd stand there and stare at those doors all day. He was too excited to possibly miss you. Not on his watch.