Animatronic Heart

Eight

"D-did it work?" Bonnie asked. Marionette shrugged. "We cannot know yet. She has to awaken." He looked at the others. "Why?" Freddy looked confused. "Why what?" "Why would you do this? You couldn't let me have this one person I loved?! Or do I have to be like you?! Alone and emotionless!" He shoved Freddy into the wall and marched to the stage, tears still streaming down his face. He sat against the back wall holding his cherry red guitar. "I-I'm sorry Sam. I was supposed to protect you..." The other three looked at each other and at their bloody hands. This was their fault. Chica appeared next to him and tried to clean the black tears from staining his purple face. He swatted her hands away. "Bonnie, you're going to scare the children." She said. "I...don't think the children matter right now." She left him alone after that. Marionette sat next to him. "If she awakens, she will not be in a suit of familiarity." She said. "What does that mean?" Bonnie was confused by her wise words. "There is a room that exists outside of your internal map. A safe room for the humans that has been forgotten." Oh. Why hadn't he seen the door? "Sam has been taken inside. No one can find her until the spell is complete." "You mean until she wakes up as one of us." Marionette nodded. "Yes. Inside of this room however lies two others like you. But they do not work like you. They need a spirit of a human. They are old. Older than you by a year or two. They were onstage alongside Fredbear. Their names are Spring-Bonnie and Petra." Marionette was staring at her hands. "You must understand that I do not know which suit she shall wake inside. If her soul chooses Spring-Bonnie, she shall be a golden rabbit. But if she chooses Petra, she shall be a snow white bear. Sam will not remember her name or her human life before this place." "But...will she remember me?" Once again she nodded. "Yes." He sighed. "It's just a matter of waiting now." The 6 am alarm chimed.
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Vincent had walked in and found Sam's blood. "Damn it. She seemed so promising." He muttered while getting the mop and bleach. It's sad how many night guards have died this way. Torn to pieces and just thrown away like they were nothing but trash. Bonnie watched the dark haired man start to mop up the blood. When Vincent moved to the back room, he came back out almost confused. He was expecting a bigger mess. But Bonnie knew that mess was in the safe room where Sam's cold body was. Bonnie closed his eyes. He knew the pizzeria would be closed today. It was closed everyday after a murder. So he and the other 3 would do nothing all day. They could only wait for night to fall. Vincent had noticed the oil running down Bonnie's face. "Damn things break everyday it seems." He had grabbed a rag and had begun to wipe the black stains from his purple fur. Bonnie didn't move a gear. Once his face was clean, Vincent walked away. Good.