Five Nights At Freddy's OneShots

I Call It Pirates Cove

Panda13216

Requested by: KittenCakeYum

I slammed my back into the wall. How long would it be until closure? From the loud echoing voices of children coming from the stage room, I could tell it would be a while now. Never had I worked up the courage to go out there and sing after my most recent "Out of Order" sign. Never once had I even thought about it. My feet locked into place as I heard it, something that made my body shake at the thought of it.

"You're the best Freddy!"

My body tensed with jealously. Would they say that about me if I was out there, singing, dancing, playing like all the others? Maybe so, or maybe not. My teeth pulled together, making a loud gritting noise. It took all I had held within my crippled body to say calm. My fingers began to mess with my ripped tail. They loosened the fur and, out of habit, threw it onto the nooses of white marks on the floor.

I squinted my eyes, trying to make out something in the darkness to put my faith into. The only thing in here though, was me, my curtains and my sign. That's all I have to make with time. I intentionally focused on the yellow glow my eye was giving off. It gave the wall a thick, eerie glow, just enough to make me safe in the quiet stillness I had.

My metallic hand made an immediate break for the curtain. I ripped it back and stood, in the dimly lit room. Nobody was going to come in here anyway, so I dropped one animatronic hunk onto the steps leading to the hard checkered floor. I placed my feet on it and took cautious steps toward the door.

There I saw it, the pair of gleaming eyes looking strait back at me. My head pounded as I flung backwards, trying to take in the note of the eyes. They seemed to be glowing red, with purple color obscuring them. I searched his long lost memories, wondering if this fact made any noticeable effect on me.

Bonnie.

The violet guitar player. The rabbit. The outcast on stage. So many more words flashed in my mind as I pulled open the door. As I guessed it, he was standing there, just as stunned as I was. The pale coloring in his face was glowing white, and his pupils dilated to a grim black dot. I searched for any children, knowing the last session Bonnie had had must've been a while ago.

"What were ye doing mate?" As always, my pirate, static, crackled voice rang into the darkness. It gave my sound a less assertive tone, though Bonnie would never disrespect that.

"I was checking on you." Bonnie glanced at the ground, his cheeks filling with pallor. I obviously knew he was nervous that I had caught him, but still, it was quite strange to see him look this way.

"Why?" My tone was lower now, almost to a threatening tone. Bonnie took it to no effect as he glared into my yellow eyes.

"Because. I thought you'd be a bit unstable from the child's..." He paused for a quick moment, rethinking his approach. "remark." He concluded.

"And ye thought I couldn't handle it myself?!" My voice rose. Bonnie took this one to a warning. He pulled his hands in front of his chest as he had many times when I lashed out at him.  His body tensed for my hook to sink into his flesh but I held it close to me, letting it ravel in my coat.

"I-um. I thought you didn't like being alone." Bonnie decided to answer. I heard the effect in his voice, choking on tears and fighting them back. I couldn't believe I'd run him into this. He looked toward the ground and to his advantage, his long bangs concealed his face from my view.

"I don't." I muttered; glancing back at my 'Out of Order' sign, I realized how much I hated it, and how I had just pushed help away. I saw the thin bead of water roll down his cheek bone before he opened his mouth once more.

"I-I-I'll go n-n-ow. Sorry f-for bothering y-you." He closed the door as he wandered away. I wanted to stop him, knowing I had inflicted this pain on him. The tuning of his guitar was heard, and the strings he took so careful care of were being plucked violently.

The darkness closed again. I found myself on my knees as I wandered back to my place of security. My little area where the world would be blocked out and I would be safe. Safe in my mother's arms. Safe with my stuffed animals. Safe from harm. Safe from pain. Safe from the world.

My fingers clawed the floor. They caught in the floor, and I broke wood as I screamed. The scream was ear piercing, and I waited voluntarily for my help to come to me. But, I pushed the help away. I pushed the person who could help me away.

I sprawled out on the stairs. My body curled in on itself, telling me that I couldn't do anything about it but sit it out and wait. I hugged my knees and my hook dug into my skin. I screamed in agony but didn't await help. My body went numb as I felt hands on my shoulders.

I turned quickly, to find the caring red eyes staring right into my searing yellow ones. He returned. He didn't stop. He cares about me enough to permeate my force fields. He smiled, and placed a firm hand on my back as I screamed it out. Still, against my resistance against him, he stayed. He quietly sat and hushed me as my body quivered under my returning memories of Vincent, of Mom, of my family.

He smiled happily as my quivering stops, and, as quietly as he came, slipped from the room and out into the crowd of children where he was once again the outcast, the guitarist, and the third favorite.

But here in Pirates Cove, he's a friend, he's a healer, he's safety. That's all I need to know.

Not meant to be BonniexFoxy okay? O////O