Bonnie x Bonnie 2.0

Chapter 8: The Dark Truth

This is really what Springtrap looked like in my head...THX to the artist! Also the boots look more menacing than that. I will explain why she went crazy in the last chapter I promise.

Springtrap's P.O.V.

We sat down; the red haired idiot, my idiot brother Bonnie, and I. My mom was still nowhere to be found, and I needed her to help me tell these guys the whole truth. Oh, well. I hate telling the story, because of everything that happened. I am not looking for pity, but when I tell it, people give me pity. I HATE those whom pity me, though mostly everything that happened was my fault. I hope they knew that I never wanted to kill anybody, but I was forced to. I knew they could see the tips of my fingernails through where they ripped the tips of my gloves. That was all they could see. I had hideous hands, ever since he ruined my life.  Thank god I got the chance to smash his head in. All because of him I am no longer the woman I was. My older brother is gone because of his cousin. I used to be beautiful, kind, with a clear voice, with a long ponytail and two full rabbit ears. I used to wear jeans and T-shirts, now only able to wear what I have on. I don't fit in to any other clothes, or shoes. I loved to wear this great Crystal dress that matched my silver eyes, but now I am too tall for it. I'm not 6' 7", I'm 7' 6". I am the tallest person in our family, and hardly any of them remember me. I should be dead; I'm 45, but look like I'm 16. While I lived in the alleys of our city, men would try to do unspeakable things to me. I fought them off though. That's why I have blood all over my black metal boots. Like that scene in Black Butler where Sebastian is in his demon form on the bridge, about to take down the fallen angel Ash. My boots look like that, made of bloodstained metal that I killed many with. Police found their bodies in the streets with holes in their necks, chests, abdominal areas, and even faces if I could get a good kick in. 

Now I had to tell them what and who I am and was.

"All right, now you all better be mature enough to not tell anybody. I don't know how you will react to this news." I looked around. Gold leaned forward and propped his head on his chin. I gave him a small smile. The brown-haired boy sitting next to him sat back. My brother scooted closer to me, I smiled at him. His eyes widened in slight fear, but I wrapped my arm around him firmly. The red-haired kid waved his hook in the air as if to say get on with it. 

"I am really 45, if you didn't know already. I was captured at the age of 16 and locked in a horrid room, by a murderer. I never knew that when I first met you, Gold, that we were going to separated by darkness." He shook his head, waiting for me to go on. 

"It all started when I was about 7. Bonnie, mom was about 10 months pregnant with you. I was about 8 when you came. Back up. I had an older brother, Ashe. He was probably the best brother ever. Sorry Bonnie, but he will never be replaced. He was smart, caring, strong, but had a tendency for trouble. He's gone now.  This was when I was about 10, you were only 2 Bonnie. Ashe went off with his friends one night, and they drove past our house. Something wasn't right though, the car was swerving like crazy. I ran after it, and you followed me." I looked around at them, Bonnie was deep in thought and shock. Gold was still emotionless, the red-haired kid and the brown-haired kid were listening intently.  

"I stopped running at the intersection, where Ashe's friend Barry was driving his car at least 80-95 miles an hour. Just as I reached the stoplight, Barry's car didn't slow down. The light was red, and he was going to go right through it. I just stood there, then boom..."

Bonnie's P.O.V.

"Wait! I remember...Ashe was about 19 when he died right?" I said, afraid that she would hit me for interrupting her.

"Yes." she said plainly. 

Everything was starting to come back to me. My sister, my older brother, my father, everything. I didn't want to tell the story though, that was for her to do.  Her gray eyes shone with anger, I knew she was thinking of my brother. 

"I was blown back by the explosion, and everything hurt. My ears seemed to stop working, because all I could hear was a high pitched sound. I looked up, and my skin was burnt. I looked at the fiery remnants of  Barry's car, and the charred bodies strewn on the ground. I looked and saw Ashe, for only he was over six feet tall in his group of friends. I could barely recognize his features, however, and I ran to him. Even with a burnt leg, I still ran to him. When my leg gave out and I laid beside him, I could hear a whisper." She said, then her eyes turned completely white and began to glow. 

"'Never, ever, let our family forget me. We are always going to be together, Tess. I will always be with you.'" 

That male voice must have been my brother possessing her for a short time. Then, her eyes turned normal. 

"I must have passed out after that. Three days later, I woke in the hospital with quiet music Ashe would listen to. Mother was next to me, crying. Dad told me that Ashe was gone, and so were his friends. Barry's mom came in, and she held my hand. She told me she felt terrible, because everyone except Ashe was influenced by Alcohol." I cannot believe he did this. I hope you get well soon, you are a brave girl. With that she left the room, and our family avoided talking to her and her husband since then. Now, I talk about father."