The Guitarist and the Pirate

An unexpected talk

Bonnie let his new acquaintance lead him into the area off the room sectioned of by a dull purple, white star covered curtain. With a hooked hand the curtain was pulled to the side allowing the guitarist to enter behind the red head. The space as pretty bare asides from and stool, chair and a small table with some cards scattered on top of it,

"Well here we be, me humble home. Please have a seat," Foxy said gesturing to the chair as he went to sit on the stool. Bonnie quietly shuffled to the offered seat, plopping down on it and looking around the small area. The bunnies' gaze settled back onto the softly smiling pirate sitting across the table from him.

A silence stretched between the two. Bonnie shifted in the chair having taken his eyes away from the fox but he could still feel the one eyed gaze on him. Finally the silence was broken by said one eyed fox, "So what's wrong? Why be ye so sad every hour ye come here?" he asked sweetly, leaning forward resting his arms on the table and tilting his head slightly to the right. Bonnie stayed quiet for a minute or two before sighing and looking back to Foxy, he looked into the curious eye staring back at him and for some reason it made him actually want  to tell the stranger what was wrong. The bunny shifted once more then swallowed, 

"Well," he began playing with the edge of his black waist coat "I, well I sometimes I see terrifying images...in my head...I don't understand them, I think that's what gets me the most, I just done understand were they come from or what they mean. But they appear if I'm just idly resting or day dreaming. Sometimes their not so bad, they show a life...a life before the pizzeria, a life that's unstable but manageable. I feel... I feel like is my life, or a life I was apart of...but I don't understand how I was apart of it," Bonnie sighing once again, but he felt a small amount of the weigh on his shoulders lift

"Can ye describe one 'o them to me? Like th' latest one?"

Bonnie nodded before describing the image of a dismal, ill-lighted room full of twisted empty faces starring at him with hollow black eye sockets. He told of a gold figure standing in front of the rectangle of light that was the exit. He said how the image twisted and contorted into another scene; one of the same dark room, but now without any golden figure, now with only a slither of light seeping thorough a small square window on the closed door, now with deep rouge liquid splattered over the walls, now with the empty faces smiling down at him.

The next few hours went by in this manner, with Bonnie conveying the images he would see and Foxy enthralled with his every word.

Bonnie soon stopped talking having felt the full weigh now gone, he paused and realized what just happed, in the course of minutes after meeting him this barely understandable fox managed to get the guitarist to spill everything he had been keeping from everyone even his two quite close friends. But Bonnie couldn't help himself the pirate just had this essences and it made him feel like whatever he said was ok and understood. Bonnie swallowed and shifted like he had done before he released all his worry and confusion to the other, "Well, um, I, um, I should probably get going, Freddy and Chica are probably wondering where I've been," he stuttered as he got up, Foxy doing the same. The two of them walked to the exit of the room, Bonnie paused and looked up at Foxy "um, thank you for... listening...Foxy," he murmured looking down once more

"Don't worry 'bout it matey! If ye ever need someone to speak to I be all ears, just drop on below to scurvy pirate cove!" Foxy beamed patting Bonnie on the back with his unhooked hand

"R-right," Bonnie said understanding most of what the fox had said "Um, see ya" he mumbled as he left the room a walked down the corridors heading to the main stage area.

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"Heya Bonnie!" The loud voice of Chica called as the bunny in question entered the room, the chicken bound over to Bonnie, her white frilled yellow dress fluttered as she jumped and hugged the other " Were have you been all night?" she questioned with a smirk as her grip on the guitarist loosened

"Oh, well you know... about," Bonnie said with a shrug and wriggled out of Chica's strong hold, he sorta liked the idea of Foxy being his secret consultant/frien- wait, what!? No! No he didn't! And he didn't just almost think that! He just didn't think Chica needed to know what he was doing every second of every hour, yeah that was it! He defiantly  didn't want Chica know because she might look for Foxy and become friends with him and it most certainly wasn't that he already felt a close bound developing between him and the fox, absolutely not! That's a completely stupid thought!...That's all it is...

A stupid thought.

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