Short Stories

FNAF 2-Marionette Part 8

"Uhhhh...." I groaned, squinting my barely opened eyes as I tried to process exactly where I was. "W—What happened last night?"

I sat up still in a sitting position, staring at Toy Bonnie who was also awaking. He rubbed his large green eyes and let out a yawn, stretching his arms and legs.

"What happened last night?" I asked again, still delirious.

He made a chuckling sound and didn't answer, just stared straight at me with an expecting glance.

Then I remembered. We had....a little fun.

I sighed. "Uh, Bonnie. You must've got me good, cause all of this hurts." I gestured to the lower half of my body.

He sighed too and stood up, reaching out a hand to help me up as well. With a little difficulty, I hoisted myself up with his aid, letting out a small groan in discomfort.

He noticed my state of pain. "Are you okay Mari?"

I shook it off. "Yeah of course I'm fine. Did...we stay here the entire night?"

He nodded.

"Well, we should probably go now. Who knows what time it is."

"You go first." Bonnie replied.

"Why?"

"So no one suspects anything. I'll leave out in a couple minutes."

"Okay."

We nodded in agreement as I quickly walked out of the mysterious room, shutting the door quietly and swiftly making my way down to my box. I reached one leg over to hop in, but a voice from behind grabbed me.

I spun around quickly to see my pursuer. It was Toy Chica, who held me in one hand as the other one rested sassily upon her hip.

"Uh, where were you?" She asked impatiently in a whispering tone.

"Why exactly does that matter to you?" I replied.

She rolled her eyes. "Just tell me where you were."

"I was here." I said with no facial emotion, staring straight back at her blue eyes. "I was in my box the whole time."

"Liar!"

"You have no proof."

She sighed angrily, dropping me into the box. "Fine. Play it that way. I'll figure it out sooner or later." And she walked off.

I sighed, still extremely tired and now a sick feeling had came to my stomach. I sat down in my box, completely isolated in my own little space. I closed my eyes, trying to savior the peace, but I found that, oddly, I didn't want to be alone.

I wanted to be with Bonnie.

I refused to believe that. I just couldn't. I had learned my lesson when I was still alive. Yet, there was a strange feeling in my chest that occurred every time I was near him, I could almost explode when he grinned.

There was no denying it now. I was definitely in love. Fuck.

I waited there about ten minutes for Bonnie, and after that time had passed, he was outside of my box. Except this time he wasn't really grinning. He was just staring. Staring at me in a daze like state as if he couldn't possibly be happier.

"What?" I asked.

"You know I love you, right?"

It took me a while to process the statement. "Y—You do?"

He took my hands in his. "Of course... Do you...love me too?"

My heart decided to answer instead of me. "Yes..."

He smiled.

"What about last night?"

"What about it?" He raised an eyebrow curiously.

"I don't know... I've never done anything like that before."

He smiled again.

"That's why you're so sore. Don't worry. It'll get better."

"Yeah... I guess. I don't really know about that kinda stuff."

"To be honest," Bonnie started. "I never thought I could even get a handshake from you."

I put my hands on my hips. "What's that supposed to mean?" I teased.

"Nothing," Bonnie smirked. "You're just a little bit harder to handle than other people. And I like that. Who wants to date someone easy? I like your attitude."

I chuckled. "And I like yours too, Bonnie." I gave him a small kiss on the cheek, surprising even myself.

"Hey," I began again. "It's getting late, people should be here any moment. I'll see you later."

"Okay you too!" He exclaimed, walking away and going to his correct location.

"I love you..." I whispered although he was already gone. And although I hated to admit it, that was the truth...