FNaF One Shots

My Forever(BonniexReader)

A.n this is probably going to be one of the saddest chapters I've posted thus far, and I apologize. Trigger warnings : self harm and death
I'm sorry for this depressing chapter, but if any of you ever need a friend... please... I'm here for you guys, okay? Don't hesitate to say, "Hey Cierra, shut up and listen to me."
  I love each and every one of you dearly. Always and forever💖
  On to the chapter.

Your P.O.V
I can't believe this is happening. My heart shattered and dread pooled in my stomach. Breath hitched and misery collecting in my heart, blood pounding and sobs plaguing my body. Violent tremors tore through my torment, and I heard sirens in the background. But I was focused on the sight before me. The one that ruined me. The one that displayed  everything I'd ever loved, destroyed.
    *flashback to high school*
"Hey Y/n, have you ever noticed the way that Bonnie looks at you?" Y/f/n questioned me.
  "Not really. He's way too out of my league." My wishful thoughts went on and she looked at me with an unbelieving expression plastered on her face.
"Bish, do you not see the way he's lookin RIGHT NOW??"
Deciding to take a chance, my eyes wandered to where the lonesome male sat. His fitted leather jacket and dark clothes marred him as a 'bad boy', but the way his gaze bore into mine, forest green eyes filled with love and desire, shook me to my senses. A blush covered my cheeks and my palms began to heat up. He laughed and stood up, his black jeans clinging to his legs, and began walking over to where I sat with y/f/n. She glanced at me with a smug smile and got up to leave.
"W-Wait, where are you going??"
"I don't really needa watch your attempts at flirting. You two can schmooze up a love-fest while I'm in the library."
  She left me with huff and my heart started racing. A rather large pair of hands slammed onto the table and I jumped into the air, letting out a rather embarrassing squeak. A low chuckle was my reward and I looked into the smoldering face of Bonnie DiMayo (references anyone?)
His jawline was fine enough to filter the air, and his cheekbones could cut diamonds. Ragged and floppy purple-highlighted black locks fell over his eyes, and he flicked them away. He smirked at me and grabbed my hand. Bringing it to his mouth, he brushed his lips ever so lightly over my knuckles.
  "My lady," he breathed.
  My face turned a thousand shades of crimson and I let out a rather absurd giggle. He grinned, pearly whites on display, and released my hand.
  "Would you like to see a movie with me, tonight?" My jaw dropped and my blush spread even further if possible. I sat there like an autistic fish with my mouth gaping and he pinched my chin with his fingers and moved my head up and down.
  "Great! It's a date then. See you at eight." My mouth finally closed and I nodded stupidly.
*flashback over*
   Present- That night we had so much fun. He made me feel beautiful and loved. We went out a lot after that, and around the fourth time he asked me to be his girlfriend. I remember our first kiss.
      *flashback*
The day had been pretty bad so far. I failed my first hour test, lost the homework for my third hour class, forgot money for lunch, embarrassed myself in front of my band director, and one of my scholarship applications got denied. On my walk home, it started raining and I had to sprint home. Trying to open the door, I reached for the pocket in my backpack for my key, only to realize I left it in the living room. I screamed in frustration and ran to the pack porch. Kicking the rug out of the way, I grabbed the spare and stormed my way into the house. I threw my things onto the floor, having a feeling that my assignments were all ruined.
   I stomped up the stairs into my room, grabbing clothes and hopping into the bathtub. I stripped and let the hot water and the vanilla-cinnamon bath bomb ease my tense muscles. I sighed, and began washing my legs and body. After bathing and washing my hair, I rubbed my scented oil into my skin, giving myself a well deserved massage. I dressed quickly, not bothering with pants, and hurried to my room. Throwing my exhausted body onto the bed, I felt my eyes swell with tears, and they began to fall at a rapid pace. My sobs were the only sound that met my ears and my heart tore slightly when I realized that nobody was here to comfort me or tell me that it'd be okay.
   In the midst of my pity-party, I heard a rough tap against my window. Becoming a little curious, I walked to my window-seat and peered down. What I saw made me chuckle lightly. Bonnie, shirtless with a leather vest and a hoodie on, steadily getting soaked waiting for me to open the window.
  Complying with his silent plea, I unlatched my window and he quickly scaled my wall and swung his body into my bed. Catching his breath for a moment, he looked at me cautiously.
  "You didn't text me back baby. You didn't talk to me at all today, are you okay?" His concerned expression made my eyes fill again and I sobbed into my hands.
  "N-No is*sniffle* no-not. Everything's going to utter shit in my life and I can't do anything about it. All I'm doing is sitting here, crying my eyes out, and making myself look even uglier."
  I heard him take in a deep breath and the crinkle of my bedsheets. Calloused hands grabbed my soft ones and he pulled me onto the bed with him.
  "Baby," I didn't respond. "Babygirl." Still nothing.
"Dammit Y/n, look at me," he fussed pulling my face upwards.
  "You are absolutely beautiful. Your e/c eyes just light up whenever you're happy, your h/c hair shines in the light and frames your gorgeous face perfectly, and gurl, talk about a body? You're hot as hell babe, but you're personality is a diamond that many people squander and forget to cherish. You're absolutely stunning Y/n. Never forget it."
  His words sent a shock throughout me and a hot blush covered my cheeks.
"R-Really?" He nods and before I know what I'm doing, I grip his raven locks in my hand and crash my lips onto his. Trying desperately to tell him just how much that meant to me. He responded, and I'd never felt as many sparks as I did with him.
*present*
He always made me feel like nothing less than my best. I loved him so much. My one, my only, my forever. The sick feeling of dread and pain overcame me again and I turned to the wall and began to hit it. How could this have happened?! Why me?! Why him?! My... my Love...
   * flashback, ten years ago*
  Fresh out of college, I thought I was ready to take on the world. I believed myself to be prepared to start a new life. I was wrong. I hadn't prepared for Bonnie to already have his own place and ask me to live with him. I accepted his offer, much to the chagrin of my parents, and we were fine for a couple months. But then the stress of college and life as adults caught up with us. It was hard at first, but eventually we pulled through. Our parents acted as though we eloped, and almost disowned us altogether. Bonnie insisted that we didn't need them anyway. I almost believed him. It only got worse as Thanksgiving approached us, and his parents invited us for dinner. He cautiously told them we'd be there, and I won't lie.. I was terrified. As the day got closer and closer, I made dish after dish, hoping to prove that I was responsible and that I'd been taking care of him.
  Regardless of all my efforts, Mrs. DiMayo still thought I wasn't enough for her son. She called me a slutty, seductive, misleading whore and told me to get the hell out.
  Bonnie was enraged, and vowed to never speak to them if they couldn't give the love of his life a chance, and stormed out.
  Back at the house, I was sitting in our room crying, wondering why I was never enough for anyone. Why couldn't I make one woman happy? Why?! Before I knew it, I was surrounded by the smell of Axe and vanilla, and Bonnie's arms were wrapped tightly around my tiny frame.
"Oh Y/n, you don't need her approval. You're the strongest, bravest, most beautiful woman I've ever met, and if an old bat doesn't like you, who actually gives a damn? All I need is you in my life, and I'll be the happiest man in the world."
  I looked into his forest green eyes and smiled through my tears. He wiped their paths away with the pads of his thumbs and leaned in and lightly pushed his lips against mine. I wrapped my hands around his neck and played with his hair while we kissed. He sighed and placed his hands on my waist.
  Ending the kiss due to lack of oxygen, he looked at me with love and care in his eyes. He kissed me again, only this time with ten times as much passion. 
   - present-
That night I gave myself to him for the first time. He told me I was beautiful. I believed him.
  I can't believe.... why? My Love.... My Forever.
    *flashback, two years ago*
  I'd just gotten off of my lunch break, and rushed into my office for more paperwork. Being a CEO wasn't easy, but it payed good money and I loved all my employees dearly. But I could use a day off... *sigh*
  Filing paperwork, arranging interviews, managing product production, and calling clients.... geez it can get repetitive.
  After a few hours, I could finally go home. Bonnie hadn't checked on me in a few hours, and I couldn't wait to go home and be with him again.
  Driving quickly but legally, I made it home pretty quickly. Pushing my key into the lock, I opened the door. Stepping into the living room, I shook off my heels and took my hair down, sighing as my locks were freed from their restraints. Cracking my knuckles, I realized how quiet the place was.
'Odd' I thought to myself 'usually he's playing video games or his guitar whenever I come home.'
"Bonnie, hun, is everything alright?" I called out, only to receive silence as an answer. Unease swarmed like a school of butterflies in my stomach, and I threw my purse onto the couch.
  "Baby, if this is a joke, it really isn't funny."
  I walked to the counter, finding a scrap of paper on its surface.
  'Meet me in the bedroom ❤️ - B'
The paper had strange streaks on it, but I obeyed nonetheless. I shouldn't have. I should've called 911 as soon as I saw the broken picture frames lining the floors and walls.
  My concern only grew as I approached our bedroom door, seeing deep gouges in the white wood, and what looked like an empty pill bottle.
  Fear clawed its way into my throat and I opened the door. What I saw... I wish I could've taken it back.
  My Love, my Bonnie... swinging from the guitar string around his neck. Deep cuts covered his arms and neck, and blood still fell freely from his wounds. His clothes shredded, his guitar lay in pieces, the sharpest string being wrapped around his now-purple neck. His beautiful hair seemed disheveled, as if he'd ran his fingers through his hair stressfully beforehand. His sculpted face still held a trace of a smile. A chair was kicked backwards, and was forced against the bedposts.
  A single piece of paper lay on the bed. Having my name on it.. I grabbed it, barely being able to see through my veil of tears.
  ' Dear Y/n, I know this probably looks bad. I know it looks like I wanted to die as soon as possible, and like I didn't want to take any chances. But it isn't true. You were my chance. You were the one that taught me how to feel, how to love again. You made me feel like the best man in the world, and the day I asked you out will remain to be my favorite of all. 
  I'm sorry, Y/n. I hope you can forgive me. I just couldn't handle it anymore. The constant stress, my past... they just caught up with me faster than I expected. My demons tore me apart faster than I thought they could, and I'm sorry.
  You're so beautiful. I wish I could've taught you how to play guitar. You're so perfect, Love. You mean the world to me. You're my everything. I hope you know that.
  I hope you know that even though I'm gone... I'll always love you. I'll always be with you and I'll always watch over you.
  I love you so much Y/n, see you on the flip side❤️'
  -present-
I can't take it anymore. It's been two years... I can't do it. All of the "I'm sorry for your loss," or the "He's in a better place," or even the fucking "It'll get better soon."
  I'm done. I'm finally going to see my Bonnie again. As I stare down the wrong end of a gun, I finally have peace. My usually chaotic thoughts are subdued and my breath is even.
  My eyes fill with tears, and they trace the all to familiar paths downwards. Like me. I've been falling down... down...... down. Nobody to catch me anymore.
  But at last, I'll have my safety net again! I'll be happy again. I'll have him again.
  As I placed my index firmly onto the trigger, I smiled... because.. I'll have my Love... my One and Only... my Bonnie..... my.... Forever.