Bonnie's shriek terrified you, to say the least, having caught you off guard as you were working on cleaning some of the tables off.
For a moment, you were a little panicky. Was he okay? Had he been hurt? Not that it really mattered considering their supernatural regenerative abilities...But, you worried all the same.
"Bonnie?" you call, looking around.
You don't get a response. With a sigh, you abandoned the Kool-Aid stained table and walked out of the room. Near the backstage area, you began to hear arguing.
"C'mon, Bon! Quit being such a wimp about it!"
"You know I hate getting dirty!"
"It's just a little mess!"
"It's raw sewage!!"
You raise an eyebrow, pausing outside the cracked door. You recognized the voices of Freddy and Bonnie, but...what was this about raw sewage? Gross.
"Ugh...I'm going to need about twenty showers to get rid of the smell!" Bonnie complains.
"If it helps, I meant it for Marionette, not you."
"A bit late for that," Bonnie grumbles.
"I said I was sorry!"
"I'll consider forgiving you once I don't reek of garbage anymore," Bonnie mutters.
You had to smile to yourself. That was Bonnie-your adorable little Drama Queen.
The door is pulled open, and you find yourself faced by something rather shocking. The raw sewage thing hadn't just been some kind of joke. Bonnie was covered in some sort of rather thick gunk, and certainly did reek. And he'd always used to smell so good...Kind of like berries or something-probably his shampoo.
"Ew," you say, covering your nose.
"Thanks a lot, ((y/n))," Bonnie mutters, walking past you.
"Wait. I didn't mean to sound rude, but...What happened to you, babe?" you ask.
"Freddy put a bucket of raw sewage over the backstage door after luring Marionette there. Unfortunately, Marionette saw the trick and sent me instead. I didn't know better, and the moment the door opened a whole bucket of nasty dropped on me," Bonnie shudders, "Ugh...I'll be in the staff room taking a shower if you need me."
"Well, normally I would offer to take one with you, but...I think you ought to be alone this time," you tease.
"Brilliant, ((Y/n)). I'll be done in, oh, maybe a week," he rolls his eyes.
"It doesn't take that long to get rid of a bad smell," you say.
"Says you. You've never had garbage dumped on you."
You raise an eyebrow, "You think so? You should've seen some of the things I had to suffer through for my sorority initiation in college."
"Sororities have initiations?"
You shrug, "Some do, some don't."
"Was it bad? Or was it super hot-like making you make out with another girl or something?" his eyes lit up deviously.
"Glad to see you're getting back into your usual mood," you giggle, "And, no, it was nothing like that. Go take your shower."
"Aw, don't I get a kiss?" he teases.
"After you're all cleaned up," you laugh, shaking your head and walking back for the main room.
About an hour later, Bonnie finally returned to you-gunk and stink free. He looked like usual.
"My clothes are ruined though," he sighs.
"So that's why you're running around in your boxers?" you raise an eyebrow, eyeing your boyfriend rather...lustily ((eh, what could you say? He was hot!)), "In a kid's pizzeria?"
"We're closed. I'm technically not at fault," he says.
"It's not midnight though. There's other staff around."
"Nope. Just you and the owner tonight," he says, then wiggles his eyebrows at you, "Guess we have a little free time. We could-"
"No. Not in here. Never again," you say sternly, "Only at my house."
"Oh, c'mon! Just 'cos Marionette walked in on us and snapped a few pics doesn't mean-"
"Don't even try to change my mind," you warn.
He holds his hands up in surrender, "Alright then."
"There is something we could do though. Something involving revenge..." you say rather enticingly.
He perks up, "I'm listening..."
Marionette's shrieks probably could've been heard all around down. All he'd been doing was sitting in the chair in the office, waiting for Jeremy to arrive ((cause we all know Marionette's totally gay for Jeremy)), when all of a sudden it felt like liquid fire had been dumped on him! And who was behind it? You and Bonnie, hiding up in the vents.
"What is this?!" Marionette screams, tearing at his own skin and drawing even more blood.
"Battery acid~" you sing down to him, "Hurts, doesn't it?"
"What the hell is this for?!" he screams.
"Tricking me, you asshole. Fuck with my appearance, and I'll mess yours up a hell of a lot more!" Bonnie snaps.
Both of you slinked back up into the vents, smiling like idiots.
"Where the hell does a girl get that much battery acid, if I dare to ask?" Bonnie grins at you.
You shrug, "I've got friends in interesting places."
"You don't say," he laughs, "Think that'll really help though?"
"He won't dare to mess with you again. Battery acid really fucks up skin, and it hurts like hell. It'll take weeks for him to recover from that. And not to mention the injury to his pride! You know how much pride he takes in his looks," you grin.
"I freaking love you, you know that?" he laughs.
You kiss him lightly on the lips, "Love you, too, baby," you say, then add playfully, "Think maybe I could convince the owner to let me steal you for the night~?"
"If not, there's always going anyways," he smiles.
