The Book of Many Short Stories

EthGoesBOOM: Not the Pizzeria

Context: My personal headcanon on where Bonnie (and by extention Chica) went after his Help Wanted 2 let's play.

Word Count: 617

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From black to blurry, Bonnie opened his eyes despite his eyelids refusal. Just how long did he have that headset on for? He tried reaching to rub his eyes but his arms weighed tons. Bonnie turned his head to the side to find an off white fabric wall. And towels laying next to him.

Wait, wasn't he just standing?

Bonnie looked back up to see a tiled ceiling and the ends of the fabric walls. He was in a box of some sort. Once again, he tried lifting his arms to grab the sides of the box.

Or was it a basket? That doesn't matter right now.

With effort, Bonnie sat himself up. Next were his legs. It took a bit to grab and bring his knees to his chest but he could finally get a look around. He looked to his right and came to one conclusion.

This was not the Pizzeria.

The place was dim but he could see a wall of yellow and blue lockers and heard the buzzing of lights. Out of the corner of his eye he could make out a bench. But trying to turn his head was useless. Every inch of him was sore and heavy. And his head finally got the memo. Bonnie rested his head on his knees and got to thinking.

Last thing Bonnie remembered was doing his lets play. How'd he get here? He was doing part fowa of Help Wanted 2. He did the First Aid Lefty Level. And then Fizzy Faz Night 1. Then what? A weird file? He pressed it and then...

"Oh, ---'-- --ake!"

The sudden talking not only made him gasp, but jump so bad he was back laying down with a thud. All Bonnie could muster was a tired groan. Whoever was there gasped in panic.

"Oh m- ---! - -- ----, -o sorry!"

Although Bonnie was barely holding his consciousness he could tell this person had no ill intentions. They also had a "Valley Girl" kinda accent. Everything was blurring together now. Everytime he blinked it was something different.

He was being helped up.

The person wrapped a blanket around him.

He was being carried away, hearing how everything was going to be okay.

He was placed down somewhere as whoever was helping him was getting questioned.

He heard a lot of shuffling.

Finally Bonnie sat up with a gasp. His limbs didn't weigh thousands anymore. He sighed with relief.

"Oh man." he exclaimed. "That was a weird drea-"

But that wasn't what this was. Bonnie wasn't on the Show Stage. He was sitting on a very pink couch in an even pinker room. The lights were off but the room was illuminated by a neon sign above the couch that said "Chica Chicken." The walls were decorated with posters of pizza and Glamrock Chica.

Bonnie realized that he wasn't just not in the pizzeria, he somehow ended up in the Pizzaplex. In the future.

Confusion washed over Bonnie. He quickly yanked the blanket off himself as he got off the couch and made his way to the window. Nobody was in Rockstar Row. He could easily leave without being spotted. That is if the door was unlocked. As he rushed to leave, he noticed something shining on the vanity.

Bonnie stepped closer to discover it was a rose gold Fazer Blaster. He hesitantly reached for it, as if his hand was magnetized to it. Bonnie looked back towards the window seemingly for reassurance. With a deep breath he grabbed the Fazer Blaster and walked out of Glamrock Chica's Green Room. Where he was going he didn't know, but he knew he had to find the box portal back to his Pizzeria.