...She spun around, but there was nothing- Just the broken and empty pizzeria.
Dread smothered her, and all she wanted to do was to run, so she turned back towards the door, ready to bolt, but now somebody stood in her way.
"Spring Bonnie..." she w...
She tumbled head over heels, expecting to crash into the bottom of the box, but instead she collided with something else. She gasped, suppressing a scream that threatened to bubble to the surface as her forward momentum was halted by cold metal hands and a chest.
Fear finally crashed into her brain and she pushed the arms away from herself in a panic. The music wasn't around anymore to poison her mind and the reality of her situation was washing over her in waves.
She skittered backwards in the darkness, knocking into a wall and sliding to the ground.
A tittering laugh floated through the darkness.
She glared stubbornly into the black of the box, knowing that she had been tricked. Anger boiled under her skin but it wasn't as strong as the string of fear that was tightening around her heart.
A faint light began to glow within the present, dim at first and then stronger, until the entire interior was thrown into sharp relief. She found herself staring into the smiling face of the Puppet. It was hardly surprising though, this was his home, after all.
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This was it, she realized. The time when she would discover if Puppet was on her side or not. Memories of him trying to throw her into the present and brawling with Foxy were still fresh in her mind, as was the memory of herself and Bonnie- whom he had saved. She swallowed, watching him carefully.
He drifted closer, his legs not even touching the darkened bottom of the box. She blinked as his proximity to her closed rapidly. She stood quickly, ready- just in case. Before she knew it he was face to face with her, so close they were almost touching.
She was already pressed up against the wall and couldn't move, so all she could do was wait with baited breath for him to say something or make a move.
He spoke, his words softer and more honeyed than she had been expecting.
"I'm sorry for forcing you to come here."
The words hung in the air as she gaped at him. Had he really just said that? She wondered at the Puppet and his motives but couldn't really grasp what he had said. Yes, she had heard it. She knew what he said...it was just too surreal to accept that he had apologized, let alone that he had offhandedly admitted to basically kidnapping her.
He laughed again, not an unfriendly sound.
"I see," he floated backwards, leveling his gaze at her, "this must be very disconcerting for you." He spun around and floated to the other end of the box. She watched in stunned silence as he began to wave his arms around in strange circles.
At first she was just awkwardly confused, but then the interior of the present began to change. She watched in awe as the walls melted away, revealing pale white wallpaper. The floor receded into soft blue carpet, and furniture began to magically sprout from the surfaces and it expanded upwards and outward at the same time.
