(NIGHT 3)
*Michael walked into the mainstage room, once again feeling the sense of dread and unease that came with the job. The room was dark except for the dim lights from the stage, and the animatronics were deactivated, standing motionless on the stage. Michael took a deep breath and made his way over to the security office, flipping on the lights as he went.*
*The office was small and cramped, with two large security cameras mounted on the walls. Michael sat down in the beat-up office chair and clicked on the monitors, watching as the cameras feed sprung to life. The mainstage room was empty, the animatronics motionless in the shadows.*
*Michael leaned back in the chair, feeling a pang of unease. The room was quiet, a little too quiet for his liking. As he watched the monitors, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. One of the cameras was picking up movement in the hallway. Michael leaned forward, peering closer at the screen.*
*The hallway camera showed a figure walking down the hall, their footsteps echoing softly in the empty building. Michael's heart started racing as he realized who it was. It was Bonnie.*
*Michael watched as Bonnie's figure moved closer and closer towards the office. His mind was a whirlwind of panic and confusion. why was Bonnie wandering around the building? Was he supposed to be out of his green room? Michael's hands gripped the edge of the desk, his body tense with anxiety.*
*The sound of footsteps on the carpet was getting louder, and Bonnie appeared in front of the office door. For a moment, he stood there, as if considering whether to enter. Then, with a soft creak of the hinges, the door slowly opened, and Bonnie stepped into the office.*
*Michael stared at Bonnie, feeling a mix of fear and sympathy. The guitarist looked lost, like a child who had lost their way. His eyes scanned the room, seemingly searching for something, or someone.*
*"Bonnie," Michael said, his voice soft and cautious. "What are you doing out here? You're not supposed to be out of your green room at this time of night."*
*Bonnie didn't respond. He just continued to look around the room, his eyes empty and unblinking. Michael felt a pang of worry. This wasn't like Bonnie at all. The guitarist was usually sociable and outgoing, always eager to chat and make jokes. This silence was eerie and ominous.*
*Michael cautiously stood up from his chair. "Bonnie," he said again, a hint of pleading in his voice. "Talk to me. Tell me what's going on."*
*Bonnie's eyes flicked to Michael for a moment, but then he turned away again, seemingly disinterested. He began to wander around the room, his movements slow and mechanical. It was as if he was on autopilot.*
*Michael followed Bonnie's movements with his eyes, watching as the animatronic made his way around the small office. He moved like he was in a trance, mindlessly walking and stopping in random places. Michael couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, something was deeply off about Bonnie's behavior.*
*Michael took a step towards Bonnie, trying to get his attention. "Bonnie," he said, his voice louder and firmer this time. "Stop. Look at me."*
*Bonnie stopped his movements, seeming to acknowledge Michael for the first time that night. He turned his head slowly, fixing his blank eyes on Michael.*
*"What's happening to you, Bonnie?" Michael asked, stepping closer to the animatronic. "You're not acting like yourself. You're...different. Why are you here? Why aren't you in your green room?"*
*Bonnie didn't respond. He just continued to stare at Michael, his eyes devoid of any emotion. Michael felt a pang of frustration. He needed answers, but Bonnie wasn't giving him any. "Can you speak?" he asked, his voice filled with desperation.*
