Animatronics weren't meant to fight. Animatronics were meant to perform for little children. Animatronics were meant to sing silly songs, swivel, and sway on stage. They certainly weren't meant to fight. They weren't meant to raise their voices above a friendly level. They were always meant to remain as friendly as possible. A fake grin is always meant to remain on their adorable faces.
Animatronics weren't meant to fight and Bonnie was no exception. Bonnie would raise his voice and his face would contort into an angry look. He would get frustrated and get into arguments. He would storm off and his feet would stomp the ground. He would tug on his ears if he had been riled up enough. No, animatronics weren't meant to fight, but Bonnie did anyways.
Animatronics weren't meant for war. They weren't meant to get shot at or blown up. They were meant to remain in establishments, not in space or any sort of battlefield. They were meant to entertain children. That was their only purpose. They weren't meant to need repairs after being tortured for information. They weren't meant to prepare for what-ifs. They weren't meant to be leaders of the resistance. They weren't meant to wear armored space suits.
They weren't meant for war, but Bonnie didn't care. He didn't care about the wear and tear the armored space suit put him through. He didn't care about how much stress he was under. He remained strong for his team. He remained strong no matter what. He knew he wasn't meant for war, but that didn't stop him from fighting a losing war.
Animatronics weren't meant to love. They weren't ever programmed to. They were just meant to obey. They weren't meant for the ugly emotions or the nice ones. They weren't meant to be any sort of comfort or show any real affection. Bonnie of course knew this, but it didn't stop him from loving his friends. It didn't stop him from loving Freddy or Kat. It didn't stop him from loving his (family) friends in space. He loved even after the fight with E. Freddy had gone horribly wrong and he now was severely injured with a huge gaping hole in his chest.
He loved as he lay on the maniacal warlord's cold floor, his energy quickly draining. He still loved even as his battery fried and began to give out. He still loved as he grew tired and the life in his eyes dimmed ever so slightly. He still loved as he could make out his opponent talking and barely make out the sound of a door being kicked down. He still loved as he heard fighting. He still loved as the life in his eyes was easily blown out and his eyes closed for the last time.
Animatronics weren't ever meant to love, but he did anyway.
