still a joke i hope you cringe
Springtrap chuckles, stepping forward towards Freddy. Freddy stands there, petrified, clutching his shoulder which dripped with thick blood, a small puddle forming on the floor. Bonnie looks frantically between Springtrap and Freddy, eyes wide.
"F-Freddy! Get away from him!" Bonnie chokes out, pulling out a chuckle from Springtrap. He steps closer and closer, until standing directly in front of Freddy, looking down at him. Without a word, he tears out the knife from his shoulder, resulting in a strained howl from Freddy. Springtrap makes a faint, throaty gargle which could only be assumed to be an attempt to laugh. He plunges the knife into Freddy's stomach, pulling the knife downwards, and slitting a large, gaping hole in his stomach. Freddy grunts softly, his body tremoring as he tilted his head down to look at the hole in his stomach.
"NO!" Bonnie screams out, horrified, and tries to run forward to do something, anything, but to no avail. His body felt stiff as concrete, and he found himself unable to move, and had no choice but to watch on with wide eyes.
Springtrap pulls the knife out swiftly, ensuing a choked groan from Freddy.
Springtrap seems to chuckle, before lifting up the blade, the blood on it shimmering in the candle-light. Freddy looks up, terrified. Springtrap brings it down, piercing him through the side of the neck. Freddy gasps loudly, eyes wide as the wound begins to ooze with thick, crimson blood. Springtrap pulls out the knife, causing Freddy to heave up a large amount of blood, spraying it over the floor. He falls to his knees, before finally falling forward with a splat, his organs hitting the ground wetly, eyes frozen wide. Springtrap awkwardly crouches down, grabbing Freddy by the arm and slowly dragging him out of the door as Bonnie watches, horrified and frozen. A trail of dark blood was left where Freddy was laying prior, and parts of the torn flesh were left in the puddle.
Bonnie stood there for a few minutes, staring at the blood trail. He felt numb. No tears, no cries, nothing. He just stood there.
Until it began. All his emotions poured out like an overflowing bucket, and the tears filled his eyes. Bonnie collapsed to his knees suddenly, a cry of pain escaping his lips. Tears poured down his face, and he buried his face in his hands, loud sobs echoing through the room.
He stayed there, sobbing his heart out, for god knows how many hours. To him it felt like days.
Suddenly Chica walks in.
"Bonnie? Are you alright? I heard cr-" Her eyes widen at the sight of Bonnie sobbing on the floor and she rushes over, wrapping a comforting arm around Bonnie.
"What happened? Are you okay? Where's.... where's Freddy..?"
Bonnie doesn't reply, but appears to sob heavier at the mention of Freddy. Chica suddenly grows serious.
"Bonnie. Where. Is Freddy."
Bonnie slowly looks up at her, eyes red and puffy and cheeks drenched.
He chokes out "Ch-chica... Freddy is.... he's...."
Chica urges Bonnie to tell her what's happened.
"He's dead!" Bonnie yells in her face.
Chica steps back, aghast. "He's..... dead..? H-how..?"
Bonnie attempts to calm down so he can explain, but it takes him a few minutes of deep breaths to calm down enough to speak clearly. He tells her how Springtrap came in the room and how he stabbed him in shoulder first, then slit his stomach open and then finally his neck, before dragging him out.
"....I couldn't do anything..... M-my body wouldn't move..." Bonnie begins to sob again, and Chica stands up and steps away, staring at him with a straight face.
"You didn't even try to help him."
Bonnie looks up at her, eyes wide. "N-no.. I did..! My body wouldn't m-move..!"
She steps back again, still staring at him.
"You didn't. Even try. To help him."
Bonnie stars at her, shocked. "Ch-Chica..! Wh...why are you saying this..? I did..!"
Chica turns around and walks towards the door, silent.
"Chica! Co-come back! ..Please!" Bonnie cries after her, but she doesn't reply. Once she reaches the door, she turns to face him, tears dripping down her face but a disgusted glare in her eyes.
"You damn coward." Chica spits, before turning heel and walking away, leaving Bonnie alone in the darkening room as the remaining candles began to die.
Bonnie pushes himself across the floor until his back is rested against a nearby, blood splattered wall. He pulls his knees close, his tears dampening them.
"Freddy is gone." Bonnie murmurs quietly.
"Forever. And its my fault. It's my fault. It's my fault. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. MINE... MINE..." He grips onto his hair tightly as he repeats "mine" over and over again, gradually getting louder.
"MINE. MINE. MINE. MINE! MINE!"
His grip on his hair tightens, until suddenly he moves his hand down to his face, holding onto the skin, distraught.
He now begins to yell the same word repeatedly.
"MINE!! MINE!! IT'S MY FAULT! MINE! MINE!" His knuckles turn white as he begins to tug roughly on the skin of his face, his nails beginning to dig deep into the skin, drawing blood.
Suddenly, with one last, strained scream, he tears off his face, the skin coming apart in his hands. He cries out, holding his head in agony as his face pours with blood all over his hands and shirt. His guttural shrieks draw Foxy, and he runs into the room, and he cries "what in tarnation!" as he sees Bonnie curled up on the floor, torn face lying besides him and a pool of blood surrounding his head as he screamed over and over again in suffering.
"HELP ME!"
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