Lament-ed Flavor (Glamrock Fronnie)

Prologue:

Glamrock Bonnie's P.O.V:

"Bonnie, I love you, but. . .how should I say this. . .you're. . ."

"What am I?" I asked my girlfriend, Roxanne.

"You're. . .just not my type. . .anymore."

". . .I don't get it. What do you mean, 'type'?"

". . .Screw it. I'm not gonna lie to you to spare your feelings."

"Roxy?"

"You're a creep."

". . ."

"You space out, you don't smile often, you lost your passion, and you look dead to me."

". . .I. . .I'm trying-"

"I know, but it's not enough, and it's not doing anything. Just damaging our relationship. You used to be full of passion for art. Now, you're just. . .broken. I'm sorry, but I can't. . .let's break up. Plus. . .I'm seeing someone else."

            Being dumped by your loved one on an anniversary is like an end of life. It's true, I lost passion, it's just. . .I don't have anything else to live for. I lost my job, and life is miserable. . .but she made it better for me. Now. . .she's gone.

            I walked around aimlessly in the rain, I held the present I prepared for Roxanne. Why am I still holding this? Do I still. . .of course, I still love her. I should've tried harder. . .be better for her. I'm such a piece of junk. I'm so sorry. . . I couldn't bring myself to throw it away. I kept walking, then I felt hungry. How weird. . .even at a hard time like this, I get hungry. I caught a delicious scent, and looked up. I saw a restaurant, 'Fazbear's Mélodie'. The scent attracted me like a magnet, I walked in the restaurant. . .it was clean & friendly decorated restaurant. I looked around, no one was there. I looked back at the door, and there was an open sign inside. . .that means, it's flipped, the restaurant is closed. I tried to go out, but as soon as I grabbed the knob, I heard a voice.

"Hello?" I turned to the voice, then saw an orange bear animatronic, having a bowtie, a top hat, had blue eyes, and an apron.

"Um. . .s-sorry, I didn't know it was closed."

"It is okay, sir. Oh my! You are soaked! Let me get you a towel!" He quickly goes to grab a towel, then rushes up to me.

"T-Thank you, and well, I-I just. . .smelled something good, and I. . .waltzed in."

"Oh, you must be hungry then! Come, please take a seat."

"But it's closed."

"I am the head chef & owner, if you are okay, I can cook you something, but it will be my choice, will that be alright for you?"

"Y-Yea. Thanks."

"Would you like me to bring you spare clothes, so you would not catch a cold? I only have waiter uniforms, if you do not mind."

"Well. . .um. . .the seat might get wet, so. . .sure?" I replied unsurely, then he smiles, leading me to the restroom. He brought me a waiter uniform, and I changed in the restroom. What is happening? I just walked in because something smelled good, and he's treating me more than as a customer. I walked out, then I saw him waiting.

"W-Were you waiting for me?"

"Why yes, I wanted to make sure you are okay, and I will lead you to your table." He says with a smile. The chef leads me to a seat, pulling out the chair for me to sit, once I did, he pushes the chair in, so it's in a good distance. He lit a candle on the table, then placed the napkin on my lap.