Happy New Year's Eve! Man, these holidays just come one after the other at the end of the year.
Her office was lit and empty, which helped to calm Cathryn down. She settled herself in her spinning chair and closed her heavy eyelids. Breathe. She'd already "fixed" two animatronics. What was she so afraid of?
Everything. Her insides knotted, half-digested pizza bites making her stomach grumble. She did not feel good enough to die today. Just flexing her fingers made her want to cry.
But tears only itched her eyes when she heard Bonnie's irritating voice coming from the hall a few minutes later. He sounded like he was talking to someone, which wouldn't have been much of a surprise if there were other people to talk to.
Maybe he's talking to himself? Cathryn wondered. He would. If he hadn't answered her questions the night before, she would've wished he'd never started talking in the first place. It was not helping to dull her headache. Cathryn grumbled nonsense under her breath as she waited for the robotic rabbit and the reality of Freddy's new orders to come in.
She might not even have to ask who she was expected to fix. It wasn't like there were many options left. Unless . . . maybe Chica and Bonnie weren't fully healed. The idea made Cathryn open her eyes and stare wearily at the opening on her right. Bonnie sounded nice, right? He was talking, which meant he probably wouldn't try to bite her face off again. Hopefully.
"Negativity never got anyone anywhere," Cathryn whispered halfheartedly to herself. Then again, neither did naivety. She squeezed the arms of her chair and focused on breathing. One more night . . . maybe. One more night . . . maybe. She really should've told Mr. Whittle she wanted to quit.
Bonnie came into view, and Cathryn was only partially relieved to see him smiling his sinister grin at her. He seemed stable and like he wasn't going to attack her. That was good.
Cathryn swallowed when she noticed someone behind him. She clutched her beach bag to her chest as Chica entered slowly, almost silently. The chicken eyed the room, her attention landing on Cathryn. Her and Bonnie possessed the same creepy stare.
"Hello Cathryn," Bonnie grinned. It was the kind of look that still brought a rush of chills.
"Hi," Cathryn murmured, glancing at the rabbit before returning to watch Chica. Was she going to say anything? Was she . . . fixed?
Chica stayed at the open door, looking around expressionless. Bonnie propped himself up against the wall opposite of Cathryn and let out a grating, robotic sigh.
"Are you coming in?" he asked the chicken.
Her eyes focused on him before going back to analyzing the room. And Cathryn. The chicken scanned her repeatedly.
"That's a no," Bonnie responded to himself. He turned to Cathryn, "Boss wants you to be faster tonight."
Of course he did. "My shift is six hours." At the rate she'd been working, that was enough time to heal every animatronic in one night. The very idea made her nauseous, but Cathryn guessed it was possible. She found herself feeling weirdly grateful none of the robots had brought it up.
"We know."
"What about time to prepare?" That's why they'd waited yesterday before sending in Chica!
Bonnie shrugged. "You've had five minutes."
"Five minutes."
"It's not like you can't get more. Maybe Boss'll give you an extra half hour. Sheesh, ungrateful much?"
Cathryn's hatred for Bonnie grabbed her like a tornado and she huffed, turning away from him to fully stare at Chica. He was the worst.
"Don't hate the messenger," Bonnie said, letting out what was probably a grunt. He only managed to be quiet for another five minutes as Cathryn ignored him before adding, "And don't expect me to help you again."
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